Chapter 2: Little risqué
By the time fifth year was rolling, Harry got used to it.
By the middle of fifth year Draco had a different filter, one with bigger holes.
At first it was still the strange dorky ones.
"Ok, I'm here! What are your other two wishes?"
"Hi, I'm Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me."
"Clearly all the others are rough draft – because you're the final draft."
"Have you always been this cute, or did you have to practice."
"What does it feel like to be the most attractive person in the room?"
Harry had decided that Draco was doing this just to mess with him, so he ignored him. But after the mid-year finals and the break that fallowed Draco changed the game.
He had been leaving the copying room after being sent by one of the teachers to get a worksheet for the class, he didn't even make it a step out the door before he was shoved back in.
"I know a great way to kill ten minutes." Draco leaned in for a kiss…..only for Harry to shove his face away.
"I have no idea what you're trying to do with the crappy ass pick-up lines but it's not going to work."
And with that, he left.
The next time was at the Quidditch banquet for the players to say there final goodbyes and get their congratulations on the season. The coaches were making their speeches about how it was a good season for all four houses and sportsmanship and blah, blah, blah. Harry had gotten a new suit for this occasion and was starting to regret it because it was quite starchy and stiff, and rubbing him in all the wrong ways. Kind of like this wanker with his arm around him.
"Nice season, Potter."
"Yeah you too, Malfoy."
"Nice suit too" Draco said as he adjusted Harry's lapel slightly.
"Yes, now stop touching me." Harry slipped Draco's hand from his shoulder only for him to drop it down to his waist instead.
"Ooh, I like this better," he said bringing Harry closer to him "much more intimate."
"Will you stop?" Harry finally managed to get Draco off of him completely and was ready for anything if Draco decided to try again. But he didn't only stared at Harry from head to toe.
"Fuck me if I'm right, but is that a new suit?" He said so nonchalant it was like he was asking for a glass of water.
"What the hell, Malfoy?" Harry could feel the blush creeping to his neck. "You are such a dog!"
"I am, I really am, and I need to bury my bone." Draco once again looked him from head to toe as if he was stripping him with his eyes.
"Jesus Christ you need to be stopped." Harry said as he put a hand over his face to hide his blush and also his look that was saying you- are- a- freaking- idiot and quickly walked away and back to his room in the Gryffindor rooms.
It got worse from there.
Not all of them were as bad, but they were just as cheesy.
"Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!"
"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together."
"Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful."
"Are you religious? Because you're the answer to all my prayers."
Others were so much worse.
"My that's a nice set of legs, what time do they open?"
"I think it's time I tell you what people are saying behind your back... 'Nice ass!'"
"Going to bed? Mind if I slytherin?"
"Are you a drill sergeant? Because you have my privates standing at attention."
"Let's play house, you be the door and I'll slam you!"
Harry was getting really tired with this crap, so he decided to meet Draco in the room of requirements, which was a huge as room full of anything any student would ever need. It was about ten thirty when Draco finally showed up looking as put together as always.
"So." Draco said as he shut the door behind him.
"Aright Malfoy, I am getting real tired of your shit," He was standing and moving closer to the blonde. "I don't know what you're trying to do but I need to focus and your weird sexual harassment isn't helping."
"Jesus Christ Potter, can't you just get the fucking hint!" He yelled and grabbed Harry's collar and dragging him closer and smashing their lips together. Harry managed to pull them apart for a second to question his captor.
"Draco, what the fu-"
"Shut up." And they were kissing again. Draco hand manhandled him against the wall and pinned him there as he moved his lips to his neck, Harry couldn't keep in the moan when Draco left a mark on his pulse point. Draco began to grind their hips together, hiking up Harry's leg to get a better angle making both of the groan. But just as he reached for his zipper Harry got his wits back and shoved him away making him stumble and fall back.
"What the hell, Draco?!" Harry said fixing his clothes and hair to cover himself.
"I thought I just made it really obvious!" Draco stood and stalked forward.
"You can't just molest me! Besides I thought you were straight."
"I could say the same about you," He grabbed Harry's crotch "but this says otherwise."
Harry shoved his hands away from him and ran out of the room, he could here footsteps fallowing him so he picked up the pace. He made it halfway back to the dorms before Draco caught hold of his arm and yanked him back practically pulling his arm out of its socket.
"I've waited long enough so you are going to sit there and listen! I've been trying to get your damn attention for a fucking year but you just too dense to realize that I like you, dammit! So for the love of god just put me out of my misery and tell me if I have a chance or not!" By the end of his rant he was panting heavily and his eyes had a desperately glint in them.
"Oh for fucks sake Malfoy! Yes you do but you have to work for it!" Harry pulled his arm out of Draco's grasp. "You can't just use stupid pick-up lines and expect us to start fucking! You have to get me to fall for you, to get me to trust you, to love you, you have to sweep my feet from right under me and make it seem like I am the only person you will ever love! SO get to work!" Harry yelled.
"Fine, tomorrow, the fountain at noon! You won't even see it coming!" Draco turned and stomped away.
"Fine!"
End of chapter 2
AN: I like stupid pick-up lines. I'll update every week.