This is a one-shot. Enjoy!
Warning: SLASH! BoyxBoy. You have been warned! HD
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I, Draco Malfoy, do not have a crush on Harry Potter. The idea even repulses me. I mean it's not my fault that he looks even cuter than usual today … not that I have noticed of course! Well, his top is a little too tight, revealing that perfect body – that is making me drawl slightly. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be carted off to St. Mungo's and get a bed next to Longbottom's parents!
I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips; I gaze at them from my table. While the owner of them sits there talking happily to the Weasel, Mudblood and the leprechaun boy.
OK, fine I have a tiny crush on the golden boy. Well if by that, I mean obsessed and totally infatuated by him.
That Romilda Vane girl is walking up to my Harry! Now, she's leaning all over him and talking to him. How much make-up is she wearing? What is she some kind of Pansy Parkinson wannabe? He's smiling at her! "Back off!" I accidentally cry out. Half of my table and the Gryffindor's turn and stare at me, including Harry and the slag.
"Move over, Crabbe you're practically sitting on top of me!" I say, trying to make it look convincing. "What are you lot all gawking at?" Slowly but surely, everyone turns away.
Harry says something to the slag and she walks off, happy or not - I'm unsure.
Where was I? Oh yeah, staring at Harry.
Oh, shit! Weasel catches me staring a little too lustfully at Harry. I drop my gaze; feeling his eyes on me. I stab my fork into a roast potato and eat it. Weasel is still watching me! I know I am irresistible but this is getting too much, or it could be because I keep staring at his best friend - I like to think it's the first one.
"Crabbe, look after my bag." I hiss. tossing it at him. "I have the sudden urge to explore." A certain somebody.
I get up as soon as I see Harry rise from his table. Weasel calls back to him; his eyes on me. However, the Gryffindor prince keeps on walking with a slight smirk on his face. I wink at Weasel evilly; leaving him looking alarmed. He suspects my intentions but I can't hide my feelings any longer! I hurry out of the hall, spotting Harry, I begin to follow him.
"Oof!" I cry, as a sudden pair of arms pin me to the wall.
"What is it that you want with Harry?" demands Weasel. I glance up, Harry is out of sight.
"Do you really want to know?" I ask, as if I will actually tell him puh-lease. "I want to do stuff to him that's a little X-rated for your ears, Weasel." I shove him off me; I mean I don't want his repulsive body on me – the boy doesn't even moisturise!
I hurry on after Harry. "Where the hell is he?" I cry to nobody in particular, as I stop in yet another empty corridor. To let my feelings known; I think I'll start by attacking the lips.
"What the f -" I cry, as I feel myself get pinned against the wall for the second time that day. I look up into the face of Adonis.
"I've seen the way you have been looking at me," whispers Harry, into my ear. Please don't kill me! However, that thought doesn't seem to enter his mind. Harry's lips connect with mine. I moan – well I think that was me. Well that was unexpected!
"You know I've never liked being submissive," I say, pushing him onto the opposite wall I pin him against it, leaving trails of kisses from his neck and up to those ever so snoggable-lips. He parts his lips and my tongue makes its entrance. Bliss, so much better than I could ever have imagined!
"Funny that, because neither have I," says Harry, growling slightly, as soon as I leave his mouth. He gropes around for the door handle next to us. Hearing it click open, I pull him in. I start to undo his shirt, while he leans against the wall of the classroom. After a few seconds, I rip it off of him. I plant kisses all over that delicious toned chest of his and a couple of licks which cause him to flinch slightly and moan.
He kisses me back fiercely and starts to undo my shirt. When it's off, I spin him round and place him on the teacher's desk. "This is McGonagall's desk," I tell him.
He laughs. "Well carry on then."
I smirk down at my Adonis. "You should be in Slytherin." He's smirking for some reason. Oh well.
I attack his neck and we carry on throughout the night both fighting for dominance.
A/n: I know it was short but it was originally a songfic to Hungry Eyes, then I read that it wasn't allowed so I had to remove it all. Sorry if it's rubbish. Please no flames.