I'm so so sorry for the clothes porn. The actual porn, I make no apology for.

Just keep your head down and your thoughts on potions. Don't look up. You know what you'll see. He's talking to Hermione. He's smiling that cold smile. She's laughing. You're working alone.
Today was definitely sizing up to be the worst day of Draco's life. He'd spent the whole hour of potion trying to force himself to think about the combination of mandrake root and Centaur spit that made up…some potion. He didn't know. He hadn't managed to make himself concentrate. All he could think about was Artemis – his beautiful, terrifying smile, his pale hands moving in the air as he considered his next move, the arms that had snaked around his back last night. It was impossible. He'd never concentrate. He might as well give up now.

As the lesson ended, he hurried away, hoping to disappear before Artemis could catch up with him. He shut himself in his room and locked the door, already pushing his hand through his robe, down his pants, moaning and grinding against the door.

Artemis kissing a path from his ear to his mouth. Artemis slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his soft, sensitive chest. Draco licking a path down his torso to his waistband, tugging down his belt-loops…He came, shuddering against the door frame.
"Draco? Draco? Are you all right?"
He groaned. Rose.
Rose was super annoying, but at the same time kind of nice to have around. She'd dyed her hair pink with black streaks. Today, as she pushed into his room while he hurriedly tidied himself, she was wearing a white dress with a corset top and a wide skirt that barely covered her thighs, with little pacmen being chased by ghosts around the hemline and a wide pink sash on her waist. Her socks were thigh high and a matching pink, and she wore white lace up ankle boots with glitter heels She had the biggest crush on Draco of all time, and constantly tried to invite him to "come and study." He'd been once, but the cloying smell of bubble-gum and the constant, tinny J-pop had driven him away. Plus, she'd put her hand down his pants. They'd never mentioned it again, but she continued to hang around.
"What can I do for you, Rose?"
It sounded stiff, foreign. Fucking Artemis. He was even affecting how he spoke.
"Just heard banging and I came to check if you were alright."
"I'm fine."
"Oh good. Do you want to come for a walk? It's a beautiful day."
"Rose, it's freezing, and it looks like it's going to rain."
"Well, let's go get a hot chocolate then, maybe? To warm ourselves up."
Draco was about to crush her by saying that maybe she could warm up by covering herself decently when a brain wave hit him. This was exactly what he needed. A girlfriend. Maybe she wasn't a pure blood but that didn't matter – he just needed something to mess around with, keep his mind of things. And the fact that he kind of hated her meant he didn't have to worry about hurting her.
"Sure, I'd love that. Can I lend you my cloak?"

Two floors down, Artemis was bemusedly sitting on what he thought might be his first date.
Hermione was nice. Really nice, and almost as intelligent as him. They'd managed to have a conversation and he'd only corrected her twice. She seemed to genuinely wanted to hang around with him.
Which was probably why she'd tried to set him up with one of her mates.
Violet would have been fairly pretty, in a bored, disdainful kind of way, if her nose hadn't been so massive and pointy. He felt like she was interrogating him every time she looked at him. Her skin was pale, with a sort of grainy texture that people in old films have, and her lips were shiny with too much lip gloss. Her hair was dyed lilac – she hadn't liked it when he'd asked if it was to match her name – and she wore matching coloured skinny jeans. Her t-shirt was oversized, with an upside down black cross on (someone thinks they're shocking, he thought silently), and kept on falling off her shoulders in a way that revealed her slender collar bones.
"So, what do you even do in Ireland?"
"Well, I generally run my father's business."
"What about for fun?"
"Well…" Fun. What did he do for fun? "I enjoy hacking."
"That's so … weird," she said, then giggled. He felt like she'd been trying to catch him out and succeeded.
"Is it hard?" she asked.

"Fairly."

"So you're clever?"
"I guess."
"You think you're really clever?"
"I didn't say that…"
"You blatantly did. So you think I'm really stupid?"
Yes. "No."
"Ugh. Hermione!" Her voice was shrill with laughter. She was mocking him. "Don't set me up with people who think I'm stupid!"
Hermione shot Artemis a dirty look.
"I…I genuinely don't think you're stupid."
"Ugh." She flipped her hair. "Whatever."
She examined her nails for a few seconds.
"So are you going to say anything or what?"
"Um, I was waiting for you to say something."
"What music do you like?"
"Bach. He's my favourite. Or maybe Hayden."
"They're really … weird."
"What do you mean when you keep saying weird?"
"I mean I don't like them."
That's not what weird fucking means. It means out of the ordinary. Back and Hayden are not unusual, except maybe to a moron like you who wouldn't know a real piece of music if it slapped you in the face. Though it would probably end up impaled on your nose first.
"Oh. Ok."

In a different corner of the library, Draco was having an equally awful, though rather different, time.
"Because, like, my mum really doesn't understand me. She keeps on trying to make me wear ordinary clothes and I'm like, mum, this is who I am! And then she hates all my music too, like Black Veil Brides and Maralyn Manson, and I'm like, but they're really deep! And then she's like, but they're really shit. And she, like, doesn't understand that I've got issues, you know? Because, like, sometimes I'm happy, and sometimes I'm really really sad, so I think I'm bipolar, you know? Ugh, you understand. I bet you've got parent issues too, right?"
Yeah, I totally understand. My father wants me to join forces with the most evil wizard humanity has ever known and destroy everything and everyone I love. I know that feel, bro.
"Yeah, of course."
"And like, I'm bisexual, but she totally doesn't understand! I mean, I would never get with a girl…"
"Wait wait wait. Doesn't bisexual mean that you want to get with girls?"
She looked at him like he was an idiot. "OMFG Draco, it can just mean that you, like, need to date more than one person. I mean, getting with a girl is one: totally gross and two: would send me straight to hell."
Another person telling me what I already know. My feelings are wrong. I need to get rid of them. Rose is exactly what I need.

"Oh, of course. Good. Just checking."
"So you don't mind?"
"Of course not."
"Awesome. You're totally the sex, Draco."
"I'm the what?"
"The sex. OMFG, Draco, do you not know what that means?"
"No?"
"OMFG, STFU."
"What?"
"OMG! GTFO!"

"How was your day?" Draco asked Artemis, as they were changing for bed.
"All right. I think I have a girlfriend."
Draco nearly ripped the shirt he was pulling over his head. "What?"
"I said I think I have a girlfriend. Her name's Violet."
"Violet Delancy?"
"Yes."
"But she's a super massive bitch."
"Says the guy who's dating Rose Jentel."
Draco blushed. "Does everyone know?"
"She's telling the whole form room about it. At first they didn't believe her, but apparently you told her you loved her."
Draco couldn't remember. He had said "yes" to a lot of Rose's questions. He supposed one of them might have been "Do you love me?"
"I might have. She was using lots of letters instead of words."
"I've noticed she does that."
"Did Violet use the word weird for everything she doesn't like and cool for everything she does?"
"Yeah. And then she tried to talk about sex."
"And weed?"
"Oh yes. Someone thinks they're a rebel."
They laughed, and it was ok. Neither of them felt awkward any more. They smiled at each other.
"Another game of chess?" asked Artemis. "And less Butterbeer this time. I'm not sure my head can take it."
Predictably, Artemis thrashed him.
"It's because you're all attack," he explained to Draco as he observed the wreck of his pieces. Artemis looked at him seriously. "You should never underestimate the importance of the long game, Draco."
And Draco felt they were talking about more than chess here.