|Oh this is going to be perfect!|
Draco Malfoy, the Prince of evil had a plan. He was going to make a love potion, slip it to none other than Harry bloody Potter, and unleash him on the school. Nothing could possibly go wrong, the plan was flawless.
He was discussing the plan with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy in the Slytherin common room when Blaise Zabini came in and demanded they let him in on the secret.
"Alright," Draco drawled, "I am going to make a love potion and give it to Potter, but I need you lot to help me get the ingredients."
"Wait... why are you going to give Potter love potion?" Blaise looked sidelong at Draco.
"It's not for me, Blaise," Draco said as he gave his friend a disgusted look.
They all knew Draco was gay, so was Blaise, but even Draco didn't think that Harry Potter could be gay. Little did they know he was; only Ron and Hermione knew, he had come out in their fifth year after the 'Cho' fiasco.
Meanwhile in the Gryffindor common room…
"HA, checkmate! You LOSE Harry!" Ron exclaimed with his arms flung up into the air.
"Damn, I thought I was close," Harry groaned.
Hermione laughed from her seat on the couch, looking up at her friends out of the book she was reading. All the occupants of the room were not surprised at Ron winning chess. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan who were watching the game, cheered and laughed.
"Thank you so much for letting me play you in chess your highness," Harry bowed to Ron, "I am grateful you defeated me."
"Defeated? My dear opponent I slaughtered you, fell free to kiss my ring," Ron stood up regally while Seamus and Dean, still laughing, bowed at his feet.
"I think I'll pass though," Harry smiled up at his best friend and went over to plop in a chair by the fire place.
"You should rest Harry, you need your strength for the Quiddich game tomorrow," Hermione mumbled from her seat on the couch.
As Ron went to sit with Hermione, Harry decided that he should go to sleep, he did have a strange feeling tomorrow was going to be a very big day. How right he was.
The next morning, on his way to breakfast, Draco had found a way to get the potion to Harry. To put it in an item of food that Harry often ate, it was hidden in a biscuit. He did not know that; while making the potion he had ran his fingers through his perfect hair and one had fallen into the potion, making it be a Draco love potion. Exclusively binding to Draco.
He sat at the Slytherin table, perfectly positioned to Harry's seat; this was both good and bad. Harry would be able to see Draco and Draco could see Harry.
He watched Harry sit down and begin to eat in increasing anticipation that did not show on his face. A Malfoy never shows his true feelings.
|Eat it, eat the biscuit, you know you want to Potter! Ah yes! My work here is done.|
Draco got up, spared one last glance at Harry who suddenly pricked up and looked around the room, and left the Great Hall. Behind him Harry made some hurried excuses to his friends and followed Draco out of the Hall at a run.
"Good, job Draco, I can just see him now, suddenly overtaken with love for everyone in the Hall hahaha," Draco laughed at his own cunning. Unaware that the boy who lived himself was rushing down the hall looking for him.
Harry turned the corner following a black heel and a shock of blond hair, when he saw Draco he called out.
The blond in question casually turned around, then swore, "Oh bollocks."
He bolted into an empty class room but did not close the door in time; Harry stuck his foot in the door and wrenched it open. Draco tore through the room with Harry at his heels, upturning a desk only to have the other boy leap over it. The blond ran out the door opposite the room and down another hallway.
|Ohmygod, ohmygod what did I do! What went wrong? Oh God he loves me!|
He ran into another classroom only to be thwarted again by Harry running in to avoid the closing of the door. He cast a locking spell at the other door and turned to do the same to the one at his back, adding silencing spells. Draco was petrified and backed into a desk at the opposite wall.
"P-Potter, um what are you doing?" Draco stuttered as Harry crept closer; a smile on his face.
"Oh, Draco," he chuckled as Draco shivered a little, hearing his name purred from those perfect lips, "I," he was three steps away from the Slytherin, "am going," two steps, "to kiss you."
He closed the space between them in one stride to take a very scared and shocked blond head in his hands and kissed his lips tenderly.
The blond had one second to react before Harry kissed him and all he could say was, "Kiss-mph!"
Draco knew he could pull away from the kiss but for some reason he didn't. His hands were clenched at his sides and he was wondering why this felt so good.
He made a soft noise as Harry's hands slid to his chest, he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.
|What the HELL Draco? Malfoy's are the kissers not the ones being kissed–wow that feels amazing, how did he learn to kiss like that?|
Draco shivered again as Harry released his mouth to lick and suck his neck. He had given up trying to resist and ran his hands up the brunette's arms to rest on his shoulders. Harry slid his hands to Draco's waist, pulling him closer. The smaller teen fell with a small thump onto the desk behind him when Harry nipped his neck. The blond had still been attached to Harry so when he fell, the other boy had been pulled even closer.
"Draco I don't think I can be any closer to you. Maybe if…" Harry smiled.
"If what?" Draco panted softly, a light blush painting his pale face.
"If I did this," Harry proceeded to slip Draco's robes down the boys' arms and off so he was only sitting on them. Draco sighed in anticipation as Harry untied his green and silver tie. |This is taking too long!| The instant he took it off, Draco snatched Harry's tie and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The Gryffindor began to nimbly undo the buttons of Draco's shirt. The blond pushed Harry's robes down and slipped them off without breaking the kiss, Harry paused for a moment to shake the robes off. Once Draco's shirt was open Harry put one hand to his bare chest and gently pushed him onto the flat of the desk. The blond moaned as the other boy started licking and nipping at his body.
"Aah...that feels so good Potter…more!" Draco gasped.
"You want more?" Harry purred.
"Yes!" he pleaded.
In answer to Draco, Harry trailed his hand down his captive's chest, kissing him deeply again. He began to unbutton the other's pants when he froze. He wrenched his head up, which was rather complicated for Draco's hands were entangled in his hair.
"What? Why are you stopping?" Draco was puzzled at the shocked look on the brunettes face.
"U-um why is my hand on your crotch?" Harry squeaked.
"You're the one who put it there." The blond looked up at Harry in confusion.
"And why were we kiss–oh my god!" Harry sprang off of Draco in horror as he remembered everything that had occurred. From the Great Hall to that moment.
He pointed at Draco saying "Why do you not have a shirt on!"
"My shirt IS on," Draco's chest was still heaving as he sat up on the desk. "Well not really, but what are you–oh!" a sudden look of realization flew across the blond's face. |It wore off!|
"Oh my GOD Malfoy, what did you DO!"
"I didn't do anything to you Potter! You were the one who snogged me!"
"Oh Merlin, you on the desk-and me with my-aagh I need to get out of here!"
A hand dove into his pocket as two identical cloaks flew at him, a wand fell out and Harry grabbed one at random. He didn't realize the one he took was Draco's.