Draco had not forgotten how Potter had accosted him in the library. In fact, it was all he thought about now. What was worse, he swooned about it like a girl. He wasn't pissed at all, or livid. He was absolutely bloody furious.
He supposed it was fantastic and all, getting snogged for the first time in months (since he and Blaise broke up), but in the middle of the study-heavy library barely five days before midterms? Oh yeah, he loved attention and all, but the rumours were getting ridiculous.
"I heard Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are going out now," were the whispers in the corridors.
"Apparently it's been going on for months!"
"What?! Where did you hear that?"
"Well, I heard it from..."
Draco had half a mind to hex the sniggering girls, but settled for flipping them off as he walked away. He tried to ignore the hisses, the stares, the out-and-out gossiping of his classmates, but it was difficult. He did have a reputation to uphold, and right now, it was being demolished by these nit-picking pubescent females and their loud mouths.
God in Heaven, why Potter? he thought desperately. Why not that blonde tramp from Ravenclaw I snogged weeks back? Or the dumb redhead in sixth year I blew three months ago? Why Potter?
Splashing cold water on his face in the boy's loo, the blonde struggled to gain a bit of composure before walking out into the Muggle freeway they called a corridor. However he didn't get far as he saw said boy washing his hands two sinks away.
Draco saw red. Marching over to where Potter stood, he yanked him around to look him in the eye and give him the You-Are-Dead Look Number Seven.
"What the fuck is going on?" Draco hissed menacingly. "What did you say?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry replied innocently. Draco shook him.
"Yes you do! What did you say about that day in the library?"
"I didn't have to say anything, my mouth was doing other things," Harry smirked.
"I was- well, you-" Draco spluttered, turning three shades of red. "Fuck you, Potter!"
"Well, now! Do you really want to?" Harry taunted.
Clenching Potter's sweater in white-knuckled fists, Draco slammed him up against the sink.
"You. Are. Dead."
"Voldemort seems to think the same thing," Harry rolled his eyes. "Please unhand me, Malfoy, your hands are still wet."
Shocked from the use of the Dark Lord's name and the fact that Harry was correct about his wet hands, Draco complied, taking a couple of steps back.
"Now, Malfoy, why so tense about these rumours? I thought you liked attention of any kind," Harry drawled, smoothing his bottle-green turtleneck and leaning against the sink.
"I usually do, but not when the other subject of these rumours is you," Draco snarled.
"Oh, that's cold, Malfoy. I'm not all that bad, really..." Harry took a step towards the blonde with that seductive look in his eyes. Again. Draco retreated farther, looking wary.
"Potter, what are you doing?"
Harry stepped right up to Draco so that their noses were an inch apart, gazing at him with a lazy desire in his eyes. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"There are enough rumours going around-" Draco began furiously.
"So let's make another one," Harry purred, kissing Draco full on the mouth.
Ooh, Potter tastes of toffee... Draco's libido squealed.
Shut up! came the roar from his conscience.
The only sound after that was a muffled "Umph!" from Draco as he lost his balance and grabbed the stall frame that he knew was there to keep from falling into the toilet. As his mouth was plundered by the Gryffindor, Draco was jarred by Harry advancing and had to hook his right arm around the other boy's shoulders to keep from falling again. Once Harry had tasted enough of Draco's mouth, he pressed small kisses to the corner of the blonde's lips and trailed his own across Draco's cheek, down his jawline to his neck, where he lathered hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive flesh there, nipping occasionally.
"Potter-" Draco gasped. "Potter-"
Harry didn't reply, just kept to Draco's neck until he was satisfied.
"Potter- uh..."
"Harry?" came a tentative voice behind Potter's back. Turning his head halfway to his right, Harry saw Colin Creevey standing there looking apprehensive. Harry stood up straight, leaving Draco half-propped in the stall.
"Hi, Colin," Harry said lightly, putting his hands in his pockets and walking forth. "What's up?"
"Uh...I-I was wondering if I could have some help. Y-y'see, I don't really understand my Defence assignment..." the boy stuttered.
"Sure. Could you give me one sec?" Harry asked, smiling.
"Y-yeah, I'll just wait outside..."
The boy left and Harry picked up his bag from the floor and crossed to Draco, who was now out of the stall. Taking a fresh toffee out of his pocket, Harry unwrapped it and put it in his mouth. Kissing Draco chastely, the Gryffindor smirked again.
"See you later," was the cheeky farewell.
"Like hell you will!" Draco hissed.
Harry just laughed as he walked out from the bathroom. Seething, Draco shoved his fists into his pockets and walked to the sinks to where his own bag had been dropped. Confused, he brought his right hand out and examined what had been in his pocket: one of Potter's toffees.
Uttering a frustrated growl, Draco hurled the candy into the trash and slung his bag over his shoulder. Gazing at his reflection, the blonde preened his hair and stopped dead when he fluffed a bit over his ear. Mocking him above the collar of his shirt was a red and purple hickey. The Slytherin now boiled over.
"DAMN YOU, POTTER!"
