A Malfoy Complex

by: Belinda Hart

There were certain things in life that Harry Potter didn't even claim to understand. Divination, for one thing, and how Hermione could openly abject to his hate of Ancient Ruins for another. But, among those things that Mr. Harry Potter didn't understand was why, at his ripe age of sixteen, he was still, technically, a virgin.

Given, he had dated girls and fooled around with them, and had basically done everything but actual penetrating sex. And this, he was reluctant to admit even to himself, perplexed him. If he was a woman, and, god faring, he never would be, he would sleep with himself.

Or that may have just been the ego talking. But, the fact of the matter was that he still hadn't managed to "get any" in all his few years of physical adulthood. He wouldn't have minded this, hell, he would have been proud of this small accomplishment had he not been forced to face the fact that everyone else in his house-hell, even across houses- was fornicating and enjoying themselves thoroughly.

And with the fact that boys couldn't get into the girls dormitories, sleeping in the same room as Seamus, Dean, Ron, and-dearfuckingGOD even Neville- became a task that was getting more and more difficult as the weeks went on. It seemed that each of the aforementioned boys had gotten their own little niche in the sexual world of Hogwarts.

He had heard some of the girls in his year talking about it, much to his displeasure of being forced to be behind him that particular day in Herbology, and he couldn't help but overhearing (or, to translate loosely, he eavesdropped like no tomorrow).

"…Dean's pretty well endowed, you know?" mumbled Parvati, trying to keep her head bent.

"I've heard he's hung like a bloody hippogriff!"

"Lavender! That's so crude," stammered Susan Bones, as she gently patted the dirt into the pot they were each supposed to be preparing, her face tinted scarlet.

"Well, how far have you and Neville gotten? I heard he can eat a girl out like-"

"LAVENDER!" shrieked Susan, her face redder than her hair at this point. This prompted everyone in the room to look at them for a moment, which caused Susan to look aimlessly at the table and mumble a faint apology. The room went back to it's pointless chatter after a few moments, and Harry started focusing on them again.

"Don't tell me he hasn't gone down on you yet, you've been dating for a few weeks now, haven't you?" said Parvati, who was rather partial to that particular rumor about their bumbling house-mate.

"He…he has…" said Susan trying to steady her shaking hand as she reached for a few of the seeds. "But we haven't…you know…done it."

"You haven't slept with him? But he's part of 'the fearsome foursome'!" Lavender said with a giggle. Hannah Abbot burst into laughter.

"What did you just call them?" she asked, tears swelling in her eyes.

"Well, they kind of are the superstars of shagging around here! Think about it, everyone wants to shag at least one of them," Lavender exclaimed, tossing her blonde hair absently as she fidgeted with her soil.

"Lavvy does have a point," said Parvati, pointedly ahead of the rest of her little group, "I mean, from what I've heard, Seamus is amazing in bed, is that right Hannah?" The other blonde turned a little pink before leaning over to them. She whispered something to the other girls, and Harry, for the life of him, wished he had taken one of Fred and George's extendable ears with him to class today.

Lavender's head shot up after a few seconds, with a loud, "SEVEN!?" only to be hushed by the other girls. They giggled amongst themselves for a few more moments. Harry had to think for a moment before he understood, and he felt a small blush creep over his cheeks, seven was a particularly large number for that.

"Well," Lavender added, "I know for a fact that Ron is delicious in bed. Honestly, all of the Weasley men have been rumored to be amazing, 'cept maybe Percy, and I'm happy to say he's lived up, he might even be better than Fred and George." The other girls gasped.

"You shouldn't lie like that, Lavvy, it'll give you hairy palms," said Parvati, chopping up small pieces of some herb that was supposed to be good for plants when placed near the root.

"That's masturbation, you moron," said Lavender, absently nudging her best friend playfully.

"Lying about your boyfriend's sex-skills is like ego-masturbation," said Parvati with a small smirk, "No one is better than Fred and George, I know that for a fact." He heard the definite sound of a knife clattering against the table.

"You shagged Fred and George!?" whispered Hannah. Parvati just smirked more.

"Well, twins like twins," she said with a small shrug. The girls all laughed, but Susan was quiet for a moment.

"I don't believe it," she said after a few moments.

"Don't believe what? That she and Padma had a foursome with the Weasley Wonders? Trust me, she did, I had to hear about it for a whole bloody week, and I was jealous as hell," said Lavender off handedly.

"No, I don't believe that no one's better than the twins," said Susan, looking up again, her face still a little scarlet.

"Oh really? Who do you think'd be better?" said Parvati, who sounded a bit offended.

"Oh, come on! He's mysterious, dates a little, not too often, and is really, really popular," she said, a small smile climbing over her features. "He's bloody amazing at quidditch, the way he handles his broom and stuff, and I mean, he's all fit 'n stuff from being a seeker 'n all, so he has that bonus." Harry's ears perked up at the quidditch remark, and he raised a brow at the seeker remark.

"You babbling about Potter?" asked Lavender, a little confused. Harry was mildly insulted at the way she said his name.

"Not Potter, you wanker!" said Susan, shaking her head, "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, the blonde devil in Slytherin house, I've heard sleeping with him is like sleeping with god."

"What?" said Lavender, looking at Parvati, who was nowhere near as shocked as she was, "Malfoy, That slimy little git? I've never heard about him being good in the sack…"

"I have," said Parvati, "Padma says he's the talk of Ravenclaw house."

"Yeah, he's bloody popular in 'puff too. I don't know why you guys haven't heard all the rumors about him, besides, he's way sexier than Potter, Jesus Lavvy-"

Harry would have heard more, but he had to run out of the greenhouse as he was about to become inexplicably ill and infuriated at the same time.

-

That night, Harry decided, as he tried to drown out the annoying bumping of Ron's headboard against the wall (honestly, didn't any of his roommates know to charm the frame of the bed, not just the mattress?), that he must do two things in his near future. One, he must get laid. Somehow, someway, he needed to have sex before the year was up or he would be forced to kill himself (on the off chance that it came down to that, he would also have to have a will prepared). And two, he needed to find some way to become much sexier than Draco Malfoy.

But, in order to become sexier than Draco Malfoy, he would have to try and figure out what exactly was sexy about the bloody blond bastard in the first place. That, in itself, would mean that Harry would somehow have to figure out a way to push his pure and utter hatred of Malfoy away and try and figure out if the git was sexy or not. Well, scratch that, he had to figure out how Malfoy was sexy, as the jury already seemed to have decided that he was, in fact, sexy. He flipped over all too soon as he saw, from the crack in the curtain of Ron's bed, Lavender's flushed face as she was pushed back and forth on the bed, her eyes closed and lips parted as Ron's face was buried in her neck, before he erupted in a furious shiver of ecstasy.

Harry felt his eyes glued to the pair for a moment, thankful that they seemed to think he was asleep, as he watched his best friend hoist himself onto his elbows as he leaned in and kissed Lavender with more passion than Harry would have thought possible.

He felt himself turn scarlet as he saw the sedated, happy look in Ron's blue eyes as he rolled to the other side of Lavender, gently playing with her hair. She said something, but thanks to a silencing charm, Harry couldn't hear one word. Ron rolled his eyes and flipped over, pulling the covers over himself.

Well, that settled it, anything that could make Ron look so bloody lovingly towards Lavender was worth it. Tomorrow, he would watch Draco Malfoy like a hawk, he would figure out what made him sexy if it killed him. He should get started on that will…

-

Luckily for Harry, it was a Saturday, which meant he had all day free of classes to skillfully stalk Malfoy. The invisibility cloak made this stalking much easier than it would have been without one, as it turned out Malfoy liked to spend a lot of his time alone.

Harry studied everything, the way Malfoy walked, dressed, talked, and even tried to figure out what potion he used to get his hair to stay back and hoped for a moment that it would even work on his mop of black. After a few moments of consideration, however, he decided it would be too obvious that he was trying to become more like Malfoy if he slicked his hair back.

He'd take to the way he held himself, then.

Malfoy had a very distinct walk, and if Harry could just mimic that, he would be golden. Malfoy had a long stride, and he slouched just a little, giving him an air of nonchalance. He also, Harry noted, did this weird thing with his hips when he walked, sort of made them sway a little, close to the way girl's did, but on Malfoy it didn't look 'girly'-it looked blatantly sexual. Harry tried to do it a little, while he was shadowing the boy so very close to his own build, but the fact that he couldn't see his own reflection in the few windows they passed made it difficult for him to figure out if he was doing it right.

When the bell sounded for lunch, he decided that that was enough Malfoy-stalking for one day, and hastily made his way up to his room, where he stored his invisibility cloak and dusted off his clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror for a second, before removing his shirt.

Stupid girls, he was bloody fit, it was just that the oversized clothes he wore hid that fact. He sighed, and the door swung open as Seamus walked into their room, stopping for a second to eye a shirtless Harry.

"Uh, 'Arry, what're you doin'?" he asked, running a hand awkwardly through his hair. Harry fought back a small blush and quickly made up a lie.

"I was practicing extra potions stuff and it exploded at me, dirtied up my last clean shirt and I was making sure it didn't burn me anywhere," he lied. Seamus quirked his brow, and for a moment Harry thought he was caught, before the Irish lad shrugged and moved over to his trunk.

"You can borrow one of mine, mate," he said, grabbing one of his smaller, weathered shirts that was a brownish teal color and tossed it at Harry. Harry tilted his head at the small amount of fabric and pulled it on, and, much to his surprise, clung to him enough to accentuate his broad shoulders and toned back, but not enough to make him look fruity. Seamus laughed, "Go ahead and keep that, I can never wear that bloody color anyway…yer lucky yer eyes are green man, chicks dig colorful eyes." With that, Seamus grabbed the sweater he had originally came for and left the room.

With the room now empty, he tried his best to stand the way Malfoy did, half-slouched with his hips forward more than anything. It felt odd, but it didn't look too ridiculous, and when he tried to sway them taking a few steps, the outcome was overly Malfoy-ish. He'd see how well that worked for now before he started talking down to people.

He Malfoy-ed his way out of the common room, and all the way down the halls until he saw Luna Lovegood sitting aimlessly, reading a book or something. She was holding it sideways, but he had long since learned not to question the ways of Luna. However, since she was the only female he'd come by, it was worth a shot. He cleared his throat a little, trying to must up his best Malfoy "I'm-better-than-you-but-that-makes-me-sexy" impersonation.

"Luna, what are you doing?" he asked, a little surprised at his own voice, it sounded almost like a purr was behind those innocent words. Luna jumped, and looked up, and seemed a little surprised at who was actually speaking to her.

"Oh, Harry…hi," she said. He was standing in that Malfoy way, but he decided that shoving his hands in his pockets was less comfortable, so he folded them across his chest. Luna's glassy eyes scanned over him, and he watched a small, faint, pink tint raise to her pale cheeks.

"If you don't hurry up, all the food'll be gone," he said, before tossing her a sideways smile he hoped was close to a Malfoy one. When she turned bright red and stammered a silly response, he decided that it was. She stuffed her book into her bag and stood, flushed and flabbergasted.

Really, he didn't quite understand it, but it seemed this "sexier-than-Malfoy" business was beginning to be easier and easier. He tried to remember if he had ever seen Malfoy make a girl blush and stammer with two sentences. He felt a slight surge of pride as he walked with Luna, the entire way she babbled about blast-ended-whats-its, and he caught her taking sideways glances at him.

He wondered if he could somehow get into Luna's pants before the day was over, but decided that it was just…wrong to try and do that to someone as damned innocent and bubbly as Luna. He wasn't paying any attention when he rounded a corner, and he slammed into another person with enough force to force him backwards, and, with a loud thud, he figured that the other person had fallen as well.

When he looked up to apologize, he found a bewildered and angry, and mildly flushed, Draco Malfoy. The blonde narrowed his eyes at Harry and then let his gaze wander to Luna. For a moment, Luna flushed a little deeper before looking away from both of them. Malfoy's eyes shot between Harry and Luna for a moment, then he stood and dusted himself off. Harry could have sworn he saw a plan forming in the despicable mind of Malfoy, but he'd rather not look paranoid by pointing it out. Paranoia, he reminded himself, was not sexy.

"Well, Potter, you taking your girlfriend for a quick shag?" Malfoy said, fixing his platinum locks.

"Mal-"

"He's not my boyfriend!" Luna squeaked. Harry glanced at her, why did she sound so desperate to get that bit of information across? For all Malfoy knew, he could be her boyfriend.

"Really? Than you have better taste than I thought, Lovegood," Malfoy said. Harry fumed a little, calculating how long it would take him to punch Malfoy in the face. But, then he realized that would have been very un-sexy of him. He calmed himself and stood, pushing some of his wayward black locks out of his eyes. It didn't help, because they just landed back there anyway, but he pretended not to care.

"Actually, Luna has perfect taste, Malfoy," he said, walking so that he was between Luna and Malfoy, eyeing him with the corner of his eyes. "And since I can't live up, you know you haven't got a damned chance." He said his last bit with his seductive, sultry drawl that he, apparently, could turn on at will.

And with that, he decided to sway away from them, and entered the great hall, a little pleased with himself. Only for a bit, though, because he soon decided he needed to be even sexier. Something about the way Malfoy could fall, get up, snark, and yes, even insult, was getting to him.

He'd follow Malfoy after lunch.

-

He followed Malfoy out to the quidditch field, and sourly wanted to turn around a leave before he remembered that the "way he handles his broom" was on the list of things that, apparently, made Malfoy sexier than him. Harry weighed whether or not holding his broom sexily or effectively was more important, because he was convinced there was no way he could do both. He let out a small sigh as he followed Malfoy into the changing rooms, and leaned against a wall, close enough to observe what Malfoy did purely out of habit of the day.

Draco Malfoy then preceded to slowly, almost seductively, unbutton his shirt, his crystal blue eyes closed as he leaned against the wall, removing button by button from it's fastened place. When it was open, he looked around the dressing room, which, as far as Draco knew, was empty. He charmed the lock shut and silenced the door before he calmly undid the button and unzipped his pants, letting them slide off his slender hips to pool around his feet.

Harry's eyes widened as he clasped a hand over his mouth to stop whatever involuntary sound would have escaped as he watched Malfoy pull out a rather impressive erection. Draco brought his left palm (Apparently, he was left-handed) to his mouth and, almost as if he was trying to put on a show for the Harry he didn't know was following him, seductively ran his tongue from his wrist to the tip of his middle finger.

Harry felt his heart speed up once Draco started wanking, the slow, teasing movements of his white hands seemed more like he was giving someone else a torturously wonderful hand-job than how Harry imagined any guy would wank himself off. Part of his brain was telling him that he should leave, because learning how to masturbate like Malfoy wasn't going to make anyone think he was sexier, but the less rational part of Harry's brain, and, much to his dismay, the lower part of his anatomy thought that there was a lot to be learned from observing this.

Malfoy whimpered as he continued, bringing his free hand to his lips before biting down on his pointer finger, letting out another agonizingly beautiful sound. He heard labored breathes and small moans escape from Malfoy, and they were so intense and almost musical that Harry felt his knees buckle. He managed to slump himself against the wall with minimal sound.

Malfoy stopped his ministrations for a moment, his eyes scanning the empty room, his face suddenly slightly pink as his normally neat blond hair fell into his face. Malfoy had forced himself to be silent and Harry tried to cover up the sound of his labored breaths.

Then, suddenly, Malfoy stared directly into his eyes, and Harry finally saw what made Draco Malfoy the sexiest man at Hogwarts. His eyes were sparkling, deep, sultry pools of mercury that swirled around his dark pupils. Malfoy stared straight at Harry-though the blond didn't know it- as he began to wank himself again.

Suddenly, Harry watched Malfoy's eyes flutter shut, as he roughly bit his lip, his back sliding further down the wall as his hips thrusted, and a loud, panting scream as Draco came, reverberating off the magically silenced walls.

Draco wailed as he came, and Harry suddenly forgot how to breathe. Harry watched Draco raise his left hand to his lips, his talented pink tongue lavishly licking up his own cum, and . Malfoy flipped his hair away from his face, washed his hands and changed into his quidditch uniform before un-charming the room and the door. When Draco had left the changing rooms, Harry bolted for his room, because he was going to jerk himself raw.

He might, it occurred to Harry, be gay.

-

Harry couldn't look at Draco at all after that incident without getting a raging hard-on, and it was starting to get awkward. Potions class was hell, as Snape enjoyed torturing Harry by making him work with the blond boy.

"Damn it, Potter!" snapped Draco as he grabbed the vile of pig's blood before Harry added it three steps before he should have, which would have resulted in a nasty explosion. Harry blushed and stammered as Malfoy's fingers, the fingers on his left hand, slid past his as he snatched the vile. Draco quirked a brow at him, before adding, "Are all Gryffindors mentally retarded, or is it just you, Potter?"

Harry stammered out an apology and looked down at the table before he started chopping up mandrake root. He was bright red, and just wished that Draco Malfoy would spontaneously disappear so he could concentrate on how to word his will, as he was sure he wouldn't be able to get laid by the only person he now wanted to.

However, Draco wasn't pleased at all with his passive-aggressive reaction. He moved quickly, his speed from being a seeker coming in to play as he knocked the root out of Harry's hand and forced him to fall backwards into Crabbe and Goyle's table, knocking their potions to the floor.

"Potter, what the bloody hell are you doing?" said Snape as he glided over to where Harry was picking himself off the floor, covered in Crabbe and Goyle's potion.

"He knocked over our potion!" stated Goyle, as if he had just made a grand discovery. Snape glared at Harry.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor and a detention for you, Potter," said Snape. Harry fought back a smile; detention meant a night of annoying cleaning and backbreaking labor at the hands of Professor Snape, which meant that Harry would fall asleep from exhaustion and not be able to think about Draco.

He took it as a blessing, because his time to think of things that weren't Draco was beginning to become very scarce.

"But, Professor!" squealed Hermione from three rows away, "Malfoy pushed Harry, Ron and I saw it!"

"Yeah," said Ron half-heartedly, pushing his red hair away from his neck. Harry could barely make out a small bite mark as he glared at them. The Gryffindor half of the classroom erupted in concurrences.

With that, Snape declared that Draco would have detention with Harry tonight, and took ten more points from Gryffindor for making too much noise.

Harry would have to make a note to remove his housemates from his will.

-

"Damn it, Potter, what is wrong with you?" asked Draco, leaning against the work table across from Harry, ignoring the potion he was supposed to be bottling. Harry ventured a glance up, and turned scarlet at the way Draco held himself, his elbows resting against the table. He wanted to lung himself across the table, knock the bloody potions to the ground and-Harry stopped his train of thought and went back to bottling his potions.

"Nothing," Harry muttered, trying to focus on the disgusting, viscous liquid he was ladling into a vile instead of the impatient bob of Draco's hips that Harry could see out of his peripheral vision.

"You're lying, and you're bloody bad at it," Draco said, pushing himself away from the desk and moving to brace his arms on the opposite end of the table Harry was working at. Harry blushed, trying to keep his eyes on his work, and not let them wander up those deliciously firm arms, those slender shoulders, the pale curve of his neck, or the liquid mercury of his eyes…..

"Potter?" Draco asked, arching a finely curved brow. Harry blushed, staring into his eyes. He felt lost in them, and, as cliché as it seemed, he couldn't look away.

"I hate when you call me that," Harry said breathlessly, it was the only thing that managed to make it past his lips as his brain started swimming with nothing but the crystalline liquidity that he saw in Draco's eyes. Draco smirked, arching his brow in the way that Harry knew that something snarky was going to fly past his lips.

"So, sorry, Harry," said Draco. It broke Harry's self control.

Before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed Draco by the shoulders and pulled him down, crushing their lips together. Draco let out a muffled sound of surprise, but that was all, before he leaned into the kiss, knocking some of the potion across the table. Harry's head was swimming, and he thought he'd be able to at least die happy now that he'd could say 'well, I tried' in his will.

He could live with that.

Or die with it, whichever.

He pulled away, and was amused to see Draco's face slightly pinker, and his eyes half hooded. Harry smiled, running a calloused hand across Draco's soft cheek.

"Why aren't you trying to hex me into the next millennium?" asked Harry quietly. Draco cleared his throat and stood, moving around the table so that he was standing next to Harry, and then ran a hand through his hair haphazardly.

"If I said that it's a natural reaction to kiss back when kissed, would you believe me?" asked Draco, glancing sideways at Harry. Harry arched his brow, then smiled.

"Nope, and you call me a bloody bad liar," Harry said with a grin. Draco smiled, and sat on the table behind Harry, and laughed a little nervously. The laughter died and there was a silence, and when Harry whirled around, he saw the confusion floating between them. It seemed like Draco was a universe away, and he wanted nothing more than to fill that gap.

When the fair haired boy looked up at him, and Harry saw, much to his surprise and pleasure (though, a few weeks ago, it would have been to his disgust) the lusty, hungry look in Draco's silver eyes. He pushed himself towards the blond, capturing his lips in a hungry, rough kiss as he pressed Draco into the table, his hands grasping at his hips, grinding into the others. Draco gasped, and Harry took advantage, sliding his tongue past the blond's swollen lips, thrusting and rolling, swiping across Draco's sweet tasting mouth.

Harry moved his mouth to the sweet, delicate curve of Draco's neck, sucking and nipping at the pale skin, earning delicious mews and yelps from his fair haired rival.

"D-damn it, Harry," moaned Draco, his pale, slender hands rising to Harry's hair, pulling him away from the delicious curve of Draco's neck. That, Harry decided, was not acceptable. He wanted to taste every inch of Draco's pale, flushed skin, and he would be damned if anything tried to stop him.

"Don't become a saint on me now, Mr. Sex-God-Of-Slytherin," said Harry, grabbing Draco roughly by the hips and hoisting him to sit on the table that, he had decided, would do much better than a bed.

"Oi! That's Sex-God-Of-Hogwarts, you git, and don't you bloody forge-BLOODY HELL, POTTER!" Draco really talked to much, Harry mused, his hands gently slid up Draco's shirt and his teeth gently nibbling at Draco's ear. Each button made him hotter, each whimper made him more desperate, and each time Draco did that with his hips, Harry was more and more convinced that people had this whole 'opposite sex' deal all wrong, girls didn't set him ablaze like this.

Draco panted as he leaned back on his hands, Harry kissing his way down his stomach as he slid Draco's pants button out of its hole, and agonizingly slowly, pulled down the zipper on Draco's trousers. He smiled as he pulled the dark gray pants away from his hips, his hands trailing over uncharacteristically smooth thighs. Harry smirked.

"Jesus, Malfoy, do you shave your legs?" he asked. Draco, who had been saying nothing more than small coos and whimpers for a bit, snapped himself to attention at the obvious affront.

"I'll have you know that I'm not a faggot, Potter!" Draco said, his voice cracking uncharacteristically when he squeaked Harry's name. Harry arched a dark brow at him.

"Really, now?" Harry asked, having long since come to terms with his 'deviant' sexuality. Draco flushed as he looked down at Harry, who was snaking his tanned, calloused hand inside of Draco's green-plaid boxers. Harry was mildly impressed at how Draco could focus while he was fondling his cock, because Harry knew if it were the other way around, he wouldn't be able to think, much less snark.

"Yes, you wanker, I love wome-GOODGOD!" Draco shrieked as Harry slowly ran his tongue from the base of Draco's cock, all the way to the head. Harry smirked as he swirled his tongue around the head of Draco's cock, watching the instant change in the blond's eyes as he teased him cruelly. Now, he figured, would be a good time to see what he had learned from shadowing Malfoy.

"What was that about not being a faggot?" Harry asked, his green eyes shadowed and his voice deep as he let his hand glide up Draco's body, slowly running his fingers over Draco's lips. Without prompting, Draco darted his tongue out and captured Harry's middle and for-fingers into his mouth, mimicking the slow, swirling, teasing motions Harry was doing with his tongue. Harry moaned, enjoying the small shiver of pleasure that the vibrating of his throat gave Draco.

"I-if you're not careful, I'm gonna cum…" Draco whimpered, and Harry smirked, sucking once more hard on Draco's cock before crawling up Draco's body. Harry gently nudged Draco's legs further apart, gently working his finger into him. He heard a hitch in Draco's breath, and he smiled as the blond leaned forward, burring his face in the crook of Harry's neck.

"See, now this whole 'I'm straight' argument of yours has almost no value," said Harry as he pushed a second finger inside of Draco, stretching him and teasing him.

"Just cause I'm straight doesn't mean that I don't currently want you to fuck me into oblivion!" snapped Malfoy, and Harry's throbbing erection was brought to his attention. Harry unzipped his pants and pulled his wand out of his back pocket, muttering a lubrication spell.

"Actually," Harry said as he slowly slid himself into Draco, stopping for a moment to let the blond get accustomed to the personal invasion. "That's exactly what it-"

"DAMNIT POTTER, FUCK ME NOW AND SNARK LATER!" Draco screamed, as he grabbed the back of Harry's hair, roughly pushing his lips against Harry's. With one last, hard thrust he was completely inside of Draco, and the blonde let out a low sound against Harry's lips that was either pain or pleasure. But, from the way that Draco was attacking him with his tongue, he assumed it was the latter.

He tried to hold still, trying to give Draco a chance to adjust to him. It was the polite thing to do, what with being in love with the bloke and all.

Wait, what? Love.

"Damnit Potter, start moving or I am going to hex you into the next millennium!" Harry growled low, and pulled almost completely out of Draco only to roughly slam back into him. This earned Harry a slurred "ohgodyes" from his Slytherin.

He'd deal with emotions later.

With every thrust, Draco gave him a beautiful sound that made him even more eager, even more giving. With a hitch in his breath, Harry grabbed Draco's leg and lifted it over his shoulder, pulling the blonde closer to him. He wanted more, he wanted it all. Draco's arms clung to Harry, wrapping almost shyly around the dark haired boy's neck. Glittering mercury stared back at him, the shimmering pools drawing Harry in. Full of passion, he pushed harder and faster into Draco, and as he did he let his hand fall to Draco's cock, running up and down his length. Draco started to shiver, his soft legs trembling against Harry's shoulders as Harry slammed into him, his dark hair falling into his green eyes.

With a wail, more lust filled and beautiful than the one he heard from Draco in the changing rooms, the blond boy shuddered as he came between them, his body going limp as he shivered around Harry. The dark haired boy, thrust deeply into Draco once more, closing his eyes into the Draco's pale neck as he came, a small moan rolling past his lips.

They stayed that way for a moment, the realization of what just happened washing over both of them. Harry smiled as he nuzzled into the blond boy's neck, his labored breath and erratic heartbeat the same as the other boys. He pulled back and found an entirely different expression on Draco's beautiful face.

"Are you……crying?" asked Harry quietly, moving so that he was no longer joined with Draco, gently sliding the blond's leg down his arm. Draco bit his lip as he pulled away from Harry a bit. "Hey, hey…c'mon," Harry said, gently cupping Draco's face in his hand. He leaned closer to Draco, gently pressing his lips softly to the other boys, almost too tenderly. In fact, it occurred to Harry that it was almost innocent the way he kissed Draco.

The blond was almost stunned under the soft motion, but Harry felt every muscle in Draco's body relax as he gently ran his tongue against his soft lips. Harry smirked against Draco's lips before pressing their foreheads together, gently running his fingers along Draco's tear-streaked cheek.

"C'mon, Draco, isn't this where you're supposed to be snarking or rambling about your sexuality?" Harry asked, a sideways grin pulling at his lips. Draco's eyes suddenly went from sullen to ablaze.

"Fuck you, Potter! Get away from me!" Draco said, shoving Harry away roughly that, had he not braced himself against the opposite table, he would fallen on his arse. Harry blinked, staring back up at Draco with bewilderment.

That was, at least, until he saw that Draco was trembling a little, his hair mussed, and his face scarlet. Draco panted a little before hopping off of the table, grabbing his trousers and shimmying into them. Harry smiled, running a hand through his messy hair and went to fasten his own trousers. He looked down, and saw Draco's cum on his stomach. He smiled again as he grabbed a rag that was resting on the far table, mopping himself off, before he fixed his own clothing.

"Draco, I-"

"Shut up, just….shut up!" said Draco, his voice cracking uncharacteristically. Harry laughed a little, still spent and happy as he began mopping up the spilled potion, they had bottled enough anyway, he could dispose of the rest before leaving.

Without another word to him, Draco moved to leave, still adjusting his clothes uncomfortably. But, as Draco walked passed Harry, he could have sworn he heard "Bloody sexy bastard…" as the blonde left. Harry could have laughed out loud.

So, he succeeded. He didn't have to die, and he had managed to become sexier than Draco Malfoy. Or, at least, sexy enough for Draco himself to notice.

He could reinstate his housemates in his will after all.

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A Complex Malfoy (A Malfoy Complex in Draco's POV)

A Complex Malfoy

Draco Malfoy wasn't quite sure how he had acquired such a large number of loyal female followers, or why they assumed that he was the most sex-crazed woman pleaser in all of Hogwarts. Truth be told, Draco Malfoy was a bit of a prude, and even more of a virgin. In fact, while the other boys of Hogwarts were busy running around, chasing skirts (or, more accurately, chasing vaginas), Draco was busy with his studies, enjoying a few good books, and, as always, mocking Harry Potter until there was nothing left to say that he hadn't already.

He led a relatively simple life, in his opinion, as all boys at the age of sixteen should. He had gone on a few dates, mostly out of courtesy to an impressive wizarding family, but Draco Malfoy had never allowed himself to go further than hand-holding with most girls. It wasn't until Pansy Parkinson had cornered him the night of the Yule Ball and Draco, being particularly good at reading people, had figured out that the pig-nosed creature had wanted did he even have his first kiss. It wasn't because he was religious, or because he thought he should be saving himself for god only knew what, but simply because he wasn't interested. That kiss, it turned out, had been the mistake of a lifetime.

It wasn't until his fifth year when Draco heard the rumors that had been floating around about him, due to Pansy Parkinson's ridiculously large mouth. She claimed to have shagged Draco "passionately and perfectly" that night after the Yule Ball. He had been storming through the halls, desperately trying to find someone to destroy when he overheard a mildly pleasant conversation regarding him.

"Wow, you mean he's actually that good? That's surprising, I've never seen him show an ounce of affection towards anyone, much less a woman," said Cassandra Olby, a girl in his own house a year older than him. Her friend, a Ravenclaw who he didn't know the name of smirked.

"I know, don't you find it dashing? He plays it so cold, but if a girl finds her way into his heart, he's probably very warm and sweet," said the Ravenclaw. Draco raised his eyebrow. He didn't mean to play it cold, he just really wasn't too fond of people. He was popular, sure, and he tried his best to carry on polite conversations with those he didn't know (If they were, of course, in his house or Ravenclaw. Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were not worth the energy.) He had a handful of friends, a large collection of polite acquaintances that he kept himself within, and somehow that came off as cold.

It was then that Draco decided it wouldn't harm anyone in particular to let these rumors circulate. From then on, Draco became a sex legend of Hogwarts, despite the fact that he had never laid an inappropriate hand on anyone.

-

He was covered in sweat and panting. He was burning, from the inside out, only the fire was more pleasant than painful, and his entire entity felt full. He was throbbing, his erect cock begging for attention, as this foreign fire trapped him. With ever beat of his heart, he could feel the new sensation racing through him, and his breath was caught.

Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

And as he fought to make his eyes focus, the only features he noticed were blatant, and obvious, burning themselves into his memory; Black hair, electric green eyes, and lightening, lots of lightening. The blurred figure whispered something to him, and the sparkling electric green eyes were all he saw as the sparkles spread, and, like lightening bolts, went though him.

Draco shuddered as he came, his eyes opening with a start as his body jerked.

He looked around his room frantically, the darkness of the dungeon dorms straining his cold eyes to find a way to see. He didn't dare fumble around for his wand, lest he wake his roommates and have them see. He stretched his arms out in front of him, then let them fall to either side of him.

He was alone and confused in, now, very sticky satin sheets. Sure, this happened to every boy, and it sure as hell wasn't the first time that the teen had awoken to find that he had ruined another pair of very expensive sheets, but, this one was strange, this one was annoyingly tugging at the back of his brain like the mystery….person wasn't actually a mystery. But, as Draco laid back in darkness trying to piece together his dream, his weary and spent self drifted into an equally, alarmingly, beautifully sexual dream.

-

Multiple orgasms, it occurred to Draco, were tiring after they started reaching dizzying numbers, even if one had been enjoying a rather complete sleep prior. He was leaning against his hand at the breakfast table, the dining hall as empty as it normally was this early. Given, he hadn't known a man could possibly come more than four times in a twenty-four hour period, none the less in a single hour. Draco closed his eyes, his free hand absently stirring his bowl of cream of wheat.

"Good morning, Draco," said a high voice as he felt the warmth of someone slide next to him. He knew that voice, it was Pansy. He opened one eye, then, all of a sudden, he gaped at her, both his eyes falling open.

Somehow, somewhere between last night and now, Pansy had gotten unbelievably hot. Her curves were dangerous, and her tight uniform accented these as she sat next to Draco, sexually licking honey off her spoon as she stuck it into her porridge. Draco closed his eyes, and shook his head. When he opened them, Pansy was the same pig-nosed girl he had always known.

He pondered how strange that was as he went back to focusing on his breakfast. Unfortunately, despite the insane number of involuntary orgasms Draco's mind had subjected him to earlier that morning, he was now rock hard. And, what was worse, technically he was rock hard because of Pansy Parkinson.

Draco shuddered. This is what happened when he didn't get enough sleep, apparently.

Confused and disgusted with himself, Draco opted to go back to his room and sleep for first class.

He wound up sleeping through the rest of the day.

-

The days had gotten more and more bizarre. Every night, Draco was plagued with horribly sexual dreams, with the nastiest, kinkiest things that anyone could imagine. In his mind, he had slept with women, men, his housemates, random people he'd seen in the halls, and yes, even some of his teachers. Draco was afraid he was becoming a closeted deviant.

The effects that had happened the first morning, after his first dream about the lightening, started happening randomly, and much more frequently throughout the days; he would find himself stricken absolutely speechless by someone who he'd known and seen day after day for years' sudden immaculate beauty. It was starting to become quite a problem as his self-control was starting to waver. The blond boy had found himself becoming quite the flirt.

And Draco didn't know what was worse, the fact that he was starting to live up to his rumors, or the fact that his strange attractions weren't just limited to women. He caught himself, day after day, absently flirting with everyone he had a chance to catch in one of his moods.

He chalked it up to puberty, which made almost no sense since he was most definitely post-pubescent.

This strange attraction to all things that breathed was becoming a bit of a problem, it occurred to Draco one evening when he found himself actually ogling Professor Snape as he sat quietly at his dinner table. He had been relentless in his flirting, and it was starting to scare him.

He wanted to shag Pansy Parkinson against the dungeon walls.

He wanted to bend Hermione Granger over a library table.

He wanted to straddle Ronald Weasley like a broomstick.

He wanted to lick Professor Snape from base to head.

He needed help.

He let his head fall to the table next to his plate with an audible thud. No one at the Slytherin table noticed really. He was contemplating sleeping here and seeing if his unexplainable attraction was limited to humans when he felt a sharp peck on the top of his head. He looked up to find his family owl standing in what used to be his dinner, a letter tied to his leg. Draco rubbed his eyes, grabbing the letter from the owl. The majestic bird hooted in anger as Draco swatted it away, opening the letter. He raised his brow, it was from his mother.

Dearest Draco,

I hope this letter finds you well and that you are doing your best to keep up the family's name. Your father has informed me that you have the second highest marks in school, save for that bushy haired mudblood that Potter hangs around with, and I feel it is my matronly duty to tell you that it is unacceptable for you to lose to a mudblood. However, I also know that you are smart enough to figure this out on your own.

Draco rolled his eyes and then continued reading.

But, your marks are not the reason that I owled you. As I am sure you are aware, you are probably going through some rather strange changes at your age, and no, I am not going to give you the 'dragons-and-the-unicorns' speech again, I feel we covered that thoroughly when you were thirteen.

Draco shuddered at the awkward memories and lewd drawings enchanted to animate their meaning.

I believe it is time for you to learn a small secret of the Malfoy family. Your father didn't want me to tell you this, as it is embarrassing, but I feel you must know. While we are still proud purebloods, the Malfoy line has not always been entirely human. While this isn't uncommon for most magical families, sometimes it raises certain side-effects in later generations, and I'm afraid it might be affecting you. Your paternal great-great-great-great-grandmother was a veela, and I have reason to suspect that you have inherited a small amount of some of her abilities. I noticed it first when you came home, and while you have always been breathtaking, you almost has a glow about you. When your father was your age, his eyes had shifted to complete gray, and his hair was starting to yellow with time, as is the normal human transgression of these traits. However, your hair is turning more silver as you get older, and your eyes still hold some of the primal magic that should have been lost at puberty. This can only mean one thing, that you have, in fact, inherited some long lost veela powers. I'm afraid there is little I can do to help you make this easier, but I figured that I should warn you about it before you became so promiscuous that I would have to convince your father to have an illegitimate child destroyed on pain of death. You are very smart, Draco, and I know you will learn how to deal with your disability without shaming our family's name.

All of my love,

Mother.

Draco re-read the letter over and over until dinner ended. When everyone else had left the great hall, he charmed the letter on fire and directed the ashes to fall in his discarded pumpkin juice. Surprisingly, he wasn't too ashamed or embarrassed.

On the contrary, he was relieved. Neither was he losing his mind, nor some crazed sexual deviant. Without another look, he picked himself up and quickly made his way to the library. Just because he wasn't worried didn't mean he couldn't educate himself on the matter.

-

The educating was becoming harder and harder as time went on. In the vast library of Hogwarts, he could find books on how to control yourself if you were full veela and half veela, but no smaller demographic of that. On the same note, nothing he read seemed to apply to him save the obvious breathtaking beauty. He couldn't control people's lust, he couldn't attract everyone within a two mile radius of him, and he couldn't turn into a sharp toothed feathery monster when it struck his fancy. Apparently, all the useful traits had skipped over him.

As he picked up the last book, Magical Mating and Why You Should Probably Avoid It, and skimmed through the sections on veela, he was starting to think that perhaps this oh so convenient answer for his sudden surge of libido wasn't an answer at all, he stumbled upon something.

"While this side effect is rare, as this power is rare in the Veela world," he read out loud, "Sometimes, instead of the Veela being able to project it's outer beauty at anyone it pleases, the opposite happens. This condition, known as Reverse Veelation, causes the Veela to have other's outer (and inner) beauty amplified, making them seem unbelievably attractive to the veela. While this does make things difficult in finding a permanent mate, the Veela will often only dream of its true mate despite the enhanced attraction to others." Draco sighed. Not only was he part Veela, he was part defective Veela.

He slammed the book closed and stood, sweeping his things to him instantly and glided out of the library. He checked his watch, which was one tick away from "lunch" and sighed. He altered his path from his rooms to go to the great hall. He was less accepting than he had been an hour ago when he had thought it would be simple to get his hands on information on how he could control himself.

He rounded a corner, and smacked into something hard and strong with enough force that he stumbled backwards and landed flat on his bum. Great, now he was angry and his arse hurt. He looked up, keen at the idea of destroying someone. His silvery gaze met electric green once, and he felt heat rise to his cheeks. He allowed his vision to move wider, and was greeted by two people who he didn't want to see with his new…condition.

Harry Potter had never looked hotter than he currently did. The boy was wearing a teal shirt, one that made his green eyes sparkle and shine behind his glasses. His normally disgusting hair was tousled sexily, giving him an air of having just been shagged thoroughly, and his sculpted muscles were tastily visible through the thin, worn cotton of his shirt. Draco narrowed his eyes, he didn't remember Potter being this bloody fit. He was faintly aware that someone was accompanying Potter, and he let his eyes wander.

Luna Lovegood looked more beautiful than she normally did, but it didn't hold a candle to Harry, who seemed to be glowing. Draco blinked. Actually, Potter was glowing. The raven haired boy's entire being was bright and shining, electric, and compared to him, the rest of Draco's vision seemed blurred. Draco let his eyes dart between the two, then shook his head, stood and dusted himself off. Veela sight was starting to give him a headache. He smirked to himself. Snarking with Potter was the best way to relieve Draco of his aforementioned headache.

"Well, Potter, taking your girlfriend for a quick shag?" Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down Potter.

"Mal-" Harry started, but Luna interrupted him.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Luna squeaked. Draco let his eyes wander to the blonde girl. Of course he wasn't her boyfriend. Sure, currently Draco admitted that Luna was attractive, but she was rusted and cracked compared to the polished gold Adonis that was next to her. Draco felt more heat rise to him as he caught glimpses of Potter, and felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach. Crap.

Now was not the time to get a boner so hard he could beat a hippogriff to death with it. Draco needed to end this, and he needed to end this fast.

"Really, than you have better taste than I thought, Lovegood," curse his inability to lose to Potter! He squirmed a bit, wishing that he could somehow get away from the warm, sexual, beautiful glow that was Harry Potter. Potter rose from the ground, and Draco became very aware of how tall the dark haired boy really was. Draco attempted to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat, but Harry pushed his hair away from his eyes. The emerald orbs were smoldering at him, and Harry smiled a dark, seductive smile towards the blond.

"Actually, Luna has perfect taste, Malfoy," Harry moved so that he was next to the petrified Draco. The blond boy's blood was boiling, and he feared that he would explode when Harry's heat spread to him. "And since I can't live up, you know you haven't got a damned chance."

Draco's mind went blank as the pair walked away, leaving him mildly stunned and seeing nothing but lightening.

-

When Draco finally made it to lunch, he sat at the Slytherin table and stared at his plate. Everything was still dimmed, and the sounds were muffled. He could hear Harry's conversation with Ron and Hermione, could feel the heat from across the Great Hall. This was a problem, and he needed to figure out what was going on with this Reverse Veelation before something awful happened. His quidditch captain tapped him on the shoulder, and Draco could barely make out that he was being told he had a game tomorrow.

Draco sighed, he hadn't practiced in forever. When he got up from the table, he made his way out of the great hall and down to the dungeons. He grabbed his broom and quidditch robes, stalking up to the pitch. His vision and temperature had returned to normal as soon as Harry was out of the vicinity. He sighed, apparently he was only affected when Harry was near-.

He stopped in his tracks. The room went dark, and Draco could feel the warmth behind him. He turned and looked over his shoulder. Even though the room was dark and muffled, he couldn't see anyone following him. He shrugged it off, and walked to the pitch, drastically needing to be alone.

He felt like Harry was following him, and the heat was messing with his mind, and currently, his cock. Draco unbuttoned his shirt, his hands trembling a little. Even though he was alone, he felt like he was being watched, and while that feeling scared him, it also made the heat cover his body and his skin tingle. He leaned against the wall, and his eyes fell shut as the cool brick met his overheated self. Draco took a look around the dressing room, feeling as if he was being watched by hungry eyes, and when he realized he was alone, he charmed and locked the door. He wasn't proud that he had to do this before practicing, but if he didn't he wouldn't be able to concentrate on flying and most likely kill himself.

Draco slid his pants off, and felt the heat of the room hit him. Draco pulled his erection from his green boxers, and moaned again as the heat hit him. His vision changed, sharpened, as he raised his left hand to his mouth and licked it. His hand trembled as he ran his hand over his cock.

He was slowly moving, and he realized that something was different. He felt waves of power flow off of him, and his vision sharpened more, until he could see the heat rising off of everything in the room, different colors of heat flooding his vision as he teased himself.

Draco felt a whimper escape his lips as his body tingled, bringing his right hand to his mouth as he bit down on it. Between the heat and the colors, he was slowly loosing his mind. He thought for a moment that no one should enjoy wanking this much, but he wasn't about to stop until the tension that was forming in his stomach disappeared. He whimpered and moaned to himself, the visions of all the people he had been stricken by floated through his mind, but one was standing out, brighter than the rest. Suddenly, his heightened senses heard a thump.

Draco opened his eyes, and his vision was so sharp, he was sure it resembled an owl's. He felt his eyes lock onto a part of the room, a part that was emitting the same, blinding heat that Harry had. His heart was beating so hard, he felt himself get even more riled up at the thought of Harry seeing this.

Harry watching him.

He couldn't stop staring at the heat, its bright waves bending, shaping into a form he was beginning to know all too well. He bit his lip, and felt himself reach his peek. His back slid down the lockers, his hips thrusting into his own hand. Draco felt a cry come from his lips, his mind swirling around his dreams.

In a flash, all of his dream memories turned from a faceless man into a face he knew all to well. He came hard, the hot liquid searing Draco's flesh. Before he even thought about it, Draco raised his hand to his mouth, and licked it clean. He blushed at the thought, but he was alone, who would know he liked the taste of his own cum?

He sighed, and pushed his hair out of his eyes. As he fastened his quidditch robes, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes were dark silver, cloudy, and he could distinctly see a swirl of flashes and sparkles deep in his pupils. This veela stuff was doing wonders for his appearance. He grabbed his wand and removed the charms from the changing room as he left, the pitch distinctly grayer as the heat that was covering and following him finally disappeared.

--

A few weeks had passed since Draco's glowing-masturbatory incident. He had regained most of his normal self control, but he decided being a shameful flirt was fun enough to continue doing as long as it didn't interfere with his studies. It seemed that Harry Potter was avoiding him more avidly than usual. Draco would complain about his lack of entertainment, but Potter's presence hadn't changed; every time he was around, he glowed, and Draco could barely focus on anything other than the aching heat Potter emitted.

Potions was becoming more and more difficult (but, at the head of the class, more difficult was still easy) because Snape enjoyed pairing Draco with Harry just to make both of the boys lives hell. He was staring off into space and barely caught Harry about to add the wrong ingredient that would melt the entire room into on gelatinous blob of former-wizards.

"Damnit, Potter!" Draco snapped, snatching the vile from Harry's hand. Draco felt a surge of heat and electricity run through him as his fingers brushed Harrys, and looked up at Harry, his brow quirked. "Are all Gryffindors mentally retarded, or is it just you, Potter?"

Draco watched intently as Harry stammered out a vague apology, a blush across the black haired boys cheek. Draco frowned, half the fun of torturing Potter was the reactions, and passive-aggressive Harry Potter wasn't any way to get dominant, angry words Draco could wank to later. Angrily, Draco swiftly smacked the knife Harry was using to chop Mandrake root from his hands, the black haired boy stumbling away from Draco's touch as if it burned him.

Taken aback by the rejection Harry probably didn't know he'd given, Draco barely noticed that Crabbe and Goyle's potion was leaking all over the floor until he heard Snape's bark.

"Potter, what the bloody hell are you doing?" Snape flew to where Potter was righting himself, the potion that covered his shirt and robes causing them to cling to his well toned muscles. Draco was at a loss for words, and couldn't bring his eyes to look at anything other than Harry's muscles.

He was later informed that he had a detention with Harry in Snape's office that evening.

Draco didn't know whether to be excited or terrified.

--

It might seem stupid to dress in one's sexiest clothes to attend a Potions detention, but Draco couldn't help it. He had caught Harry avoiding him and blushing at mere physical contact, and he would be damned if he let the opportunity to torment (and flirt with) the current object of his obsession ((A/N: Current, Draco? lol)) pass him by.

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, the feeling that he was forgetting some important piece of information that he should take into account before going tonight, but thoughts of Harry Potter were swimming through Draco's mind.

Said thoughts had made Draco rock hard again, and he flipped his wrist to look at his watch.

He was two ticks past "Detention," he most definitely didn't have time to wank before detention. He groaned.

He'd have to deal with his horniness throughout the two hours he and Harry would be trapped together.

--

The first forty-five minutes were spent in silence, bottling the viscous, disgusting liquid Professor Snape had told them to. Draco was getting more and more irritated by the minute. The blond had actually gone out of his way to look even more smashing than he did on a regular basis, and Harry wouldn't even look at him.

Normally, Harry would call him names or keep from glaring at him or something. Anything. The blinding light emitting from Harry was wrapping itself around Draco, and all Draco wanted was an excuse for the magnificent creature behind him to pay attention to him.

"Damn it, Potter, what is wrong with you?" asked Draco, baiting the other boy again as he had tried multiple times in the past hour. Draco leaned against the work table, ignoring the task Snape had left for them. Draco leaned, his hips sticking towards Harry as his arms folded over his chest.

Harry finally looked up, peering over the rim of his glasses to look at him. It was all Draco could do to stifle the sigh that worked itself into his lungs from the vibrant green of Harry's eyes. As if Harry could read his illicit thoughts, the raven-haired boy turned scarlet.

"Nothing," Harry muttered, looking down from Draco back to the potion. Draco needed to see his eyes again, and he wasn't above annoying the bespectacled boy to get it.

"You're lying, and you're bloody bad at it," Draco said, pushing himself away from the desk and moving to brace his arms on the opposite end of the table Harry was at. Harry peered over his glasses again in a small glance Draco guessed he wasn't supposed to catch. Harry was staring at him, and Draco loved it.

But, the predatory gaze that Draco was receiving, aside from making heat run through him, also made his stomach drop and his heart flutter. Draco arched a brow, more confused at himself.

"Potter…?" Harry's eyes had landed on his, and the glittering emeralds wouldn't let Draco's gaze go. His heart was thumping in his ears that he barely caught Harry's next words.

"I hate when you call me that," Harry purred. Draco smirked, leaning over the table.

"So sorry, Harry," Draco slurred, his mind playing through a fiery kiss.

It took Draco a moment to realize it wasn't a hallucination. Draco moaned as Harry's lips moved over his, and leaned into Harry, knocking the potion across the table. Draco's entire body was on fire, tiny little sparks that exploded into a huge blaze as Harry's tongue caressed his. Electric zaps and explosions filling Draco's vision and mind. It felt amazing, it felt wonderful, it felt right.

Harry pulled back, staring at Draco's face. Draco was flushed, his eyes half open, wishing the kiss hadn't ended. Harry smiled at him, a soft smile that a man gives his lover.

"Why aren't you trying to hex me into the next millennium?" Harry purred. Draco cleared his throat, his mind racing as he moved around the table, standing next to Harry, and ran a hand nervously through his silver blonde hair.

"If I said that it's a natural reaction to kiss back when kissed, would you believe me?" asked Draco, glancing sideways at Harry. Harry smiled, the warmth of it radiating to his eyes, which were vibrant, glittering, and alive.

"Nope, and you call me a bloody bad liar," Harry said with a smile. The warmth and beauty of his smile was calming Draco's nerves, and the blonde smiled sheepishly and sat on the table behind Harry, laughing quietly, trying to calm the trembling that was running through him.

Draco didn't know what to do. He hadn't expected this at all, he expected snarking and fighting and rough words that would hurt more than intended. He didn't expect tenderness and kindness and genuine attraction, and it confused him. Harry turned around and stared at Draco, the predatory gaze back in his green eyes.

The glowing heat was strong and it filled Draco's entire body, he felt his arousal growing as he looked back at Harry.

When Harry pushed his lips roughly against Draco's, the blond could barely breathe enough to stay alive he was so enthralled. Draco melted against Harry as the green eyed boy grabbed his hips, pulling Draco against him, grinding his erection into Draco's. Draco couldn't stifle the gasp of pleasure as Harry's erection brushed against his, and Harry pushed his skilled tongue into Draco's mouth.

Draco gasped for air when Harry moved his mouth to Draco's neck. Shivers were going down Draco's spine as Harry's skilled mouth was biting and sucking and nipping Draco's skin, involuntary sounds coming from Draco's lips.

Suddenly, Draco realized, things were going a lot faster than he ever dreamed.

"D-damn it, Harry," moaned Draco, though it was supposed to be a protest. He couldn't think like this, so he reached up and grabbed Harry's surprisingly soft black hair, pulling Harry away from his neck. Draco's mind cleared a little, but not enough to think logically.

Harry's electric eyes stared at him, dominating, sensual eyes that captured Draco's mind and body.

"Don't become a saint on me now, Mr. Sex-God-Of-Slytherin," Harry growled, grabbing Draco's hips roughly, and pushing Draco more onto the table.

"Oi! That's Sex-God-Of-Hogwarts, you git," Draco mewled, "and don't you bloody forge-BLOODY HELL, POTTER!" Draco shrieked as Harry's deliciously calloused hands slid against the soft skin of Draco's chest under his shirt. Harry's teeth were gently nibbling at Draco's ear as his calloused hands undid Draco's shirt. Draco caught himself grinding into Harry's erection, his hips swirling against him. Draco's mind was a haze.

Harry was touching him. HARRY was touching HIM.

Draco leaned back onto his hands, Harry's soft hot mouth kissing his way down Draco's stomach, making thought almost impossible. This wasn't like him. Draco Malfoy never sat by and let people do whatever they wanted to him, and, more importantly, Draco Malfoy didn't have sex in the Potions Dungeon during detention. (Not that Draco Malfoy had sex at all).

But, as Harry undid the button to his trousers and slowly slid down the zipper , Draco was reconsidering the shagging in dungeons policy. He lifted his hips off the table so Harry could pull his trousers away, Harry's strong, tanned hands slid over his thighs. Harry smirked at Draco's thighs, and the blond boy stiffened a little.

"Merlin, Malfoy, do you shave your legs?" Draco snapped his head up, his vision clearing a bit at the insult.

"I'll have you know that I'm not a poofter, Potter!" Draco said, his voice cracking uncharacteristically as he said Harry's name. Harry arched a dark brow at him, and Draco's mind went fuzzy again, but Draco was determined not to be made a fool of while he lost his virginity.

"Really, now?" said Harry. Draco flushed, his vision falling to where Harry's tanned, rough hand was going inside of Draco's green and silver plaid boxers. Draco held his breath as Harry fondled his cock, fighting to keep his head from exploding.

"Yes, you wanker, I love wome-GOODGOD!" Draco shrieked as Harry slowly ran his tongue from the base of Draco's cock all the way to the head. Draco's eyes widened, staring down at Harry, who was doing an amazing job at making all thoughts turn to mush. He watched Harry, his eyes gazing into the electric green fields that he had seen only in his dreams.

"What was that about not being a poof?" Harry purred, his eyes smoldering as he ran his hand up Draco's body, his finger rubbing Draco's lips. Harry pushed his mouth down onto Draco's cock again, and Draco darted his tongue out, capturing two of Harry's finger. He sucked them into his mouth, closing his eyes, pretending it was Harry's cock. Apparently, Harry was having the same fantasy as he moaned around Draco's cock. Draco shivered, letting Harry slide his fingers away from Draco's lips.

"I-if you're not careful, I'm gonna cum…" Draco said in a small voice. He felt Harry smirk around his cock and suck once more, hard, on it before crawling up Draco's body. Harry pulled out his wand an vanished Draco's boxers, and nudged Draco's legs apart, a calloused finger finding Draco's entrance. He gently pushed a finger into Draco, and Draco felt a small bud of the filling heat that had been in his dream. Draco drew in a breath, the strange sensation sending shivers down his spine. He buried his face into the crook of Harry's neck, inhaling the scent of Harry as he shook.

"See, now," Harry crooned, "this whole 'I'm straight' argument of yours has almost no value," Harry pushed a second finger inside of Draco, scissoring his fingers, stretching Draco. The blond shivered, the pleasure budding into small pain.

"Just cause I'm straight," Draco lied, "doesn't mean that I don't currently want you to fuck me into oblivion!" Harry leaned back, and fidgeted with his pants, his fingers still inside of Draco. Draco glanced down, and bit his lip, fear rushed through him. Harry muttered a lubrication spell, his large cock dripping with slick fluid, but that didn't make it any less intimidating. Harry pulled his fingers out, and whatever qualms Draco had about losing his virginity on a potions table were replaced by the lack of heat that he needed.

"Actually," Harry said, pushing the tip of his cock into Draco. The blond shuddered, the pain spiking, but the heat returning tenfold. "That's exactly what it-"

"DAMNIT POTTER, FUCK ME NOW AND SNARK LATER!" Draco screamed, Grabbing the back of Harry's hair and pushing his lips against Harry's. Harry moaned and thrust himself wholly into Draco. If it weren't for Harry's lips, Draco would have screamed, but it only came out a low sound, a mixture of the intense pain and intense pleasure he felt. Draco decided that instead of crying, he would focus on Harry's lips, his tongue roughly kissing Harry's soft, plump lips. Harry kissed him back, not moving, and with that kiss, something happened.

The pain stopped, and Draco's entire body was wrapped in hot, sparkling pleasure.

"Oh god, Harry, start moving or I am going to hex you into the next millennium!" Draco whimpered. Harry growled low, and began slamming into Draco. Draco's mind was swimming, all that he could feel or think was Harry. Harry's rough hands on his skin, Harry's hard cock inside of him, hitting him in just the right spot. His body was so hot he thought he would spontaneously combust into a million tiny, smoldering stars.

Harry grabbed Draco's leg and hoisted it above his shoulder, making Draco scream louder as Harry hit him even deeper than he had been. Draco's arms clung around Harry's neck, as if letting go meant he would fall into oblivion. Their eyes locked, Harry's dark, sultry green eyes emitting the glowing heat that was swirling around Draco's every fiber.

Harry pounded into Draco faster and deeper, one calloused hand falling to the blond boy's cock, rubbing up and down it's length. Draco's entire body erupted into a sea of shivers, Draco's eyes fluttering shut as moan after moan erupted from him.

Harry pulled almost all the way out and hit just the right spot, and Draco let out a loud, feral sound he didn't know he could make as the tight knot that had been forming in his stomach released, his hot cum splashing between them. Every bone in Draco's body melted away, turning him into a soft, pliable puddle whose only structure was the cock still slamming into him. With one final thrust, deeper than all the rest, Harry came, the hot, molten liquid filling Draco with the warming glow from his center to the top of his head and the tips of his toes.

It took Draco a moment to come back to earth. He wasn't completely grounded until he felt Harry nuzzle into the sensitive skin of his neck, his hot breath running across the tender, small hairs on the back of it. Suddenly, Draco's mind became locked on a word and knowledge that he should have remembered earlier, but was too wrapped in Harry's heat to notice.

Mate.

He felt his eyes widen in shock as he realized, fearfully and emotionally, that Harry James Potter was his mate, his one, the only man who would ever make Draco's heart skip a beat. Tears started rolling from Draco's beautiful grey eyes as Harry pulled back, the sated, spent expression on the green eyed boy fading as Draco's pale face gave off his thoughts.

To Harry this was probably just a late night fuck in the dungeons, but to Draco, because of his veela blood, this would be the night his heart yearned for.

"Are you…crying?" asked Harry, as he pulled himself out of Draco. Draco shuddered as Harry pulled out, sliding Draco's leg down from his shoulder, the warmth and comfort of the previous act gone, leaving him only in pain and fear.

Fear of rejection.

Fear of Harry.

Fear of being magically bonded to his arch enemy without the other boy so much as knowing.

Draco bit his lip as that word swirled through his mind. Enemy. One doesn't show the enemy weakness. Draco pulled away, though the very act left him feeling hollow and alone.

"Hey, hey…c'mon," said Harry, strong hands cupping Draco's face.

Harry leaned in and kissed Draco, and Draco relaxed, a small amount of the fear melting away. Maybe to Harry this wasn't just a one night shag, maybe Harry actually cared about him. Maybe Harry wouldn't mind being permanently bonded to the Draco, maybe Harry could love him. He felt their kiss end, but their lips stayed together, Harry leaning his scarred forehead against Draco's, rough fingers wiping the tears from Draco's face.

"C'mon, Draco, isn't this where you're supposed to be snarking or rambling about your sexuality?" Draco's heart stopped.

To Harry Potter, their coupling was a joke. He felt pain and rage boil through his body as he tensed, Harry's sideways grin mocking everything he had just given the Gryffindor.

Harry Potter may not know it, but he had just received the precious gift of Draco Malfoy's heart, and just as ignorantly, he had broken it.

"Fuck you, Potter! Get away from me!" Draco said, shoving Harry away as roughly as he could. Harry blinked confusedly up at the boy, his eyes reflecting the sheer confusion at the sight.

Who could blame him for being confused?

Draco was trembling a little, his hair mussed, and his face scarlet. Draco Malfoy summoned all the purity and family pride he could as he hopped off the table, grabbing his trousers and shimmying into them as fast as he could. He heard Potter's zipper go up as he started buttoning his shirt, but didn't dare to look at Harry lest he lose what little resolve was keeping the tears at bay.

"Draco," Harry said, his voice chipping away at Draco's strength, "I-"

"Shut up, just…..shut up!" Draco shouted, his voice cracking. He heard Harry laugh behind him, and his entire reservoir of strength left. He peered over his shoulder, and Harry was happily mopping up the spilled potion. Draco calmly strolled from the room, stringing together curses as he did.

Once outside of the potions room, Draco sprinted to his dorms.

Not only was he in pain, both physically and emotionally, he felt he was going to be sick.