This chapter sucks. I'm just going to admit it. I just felt like updating cus I've had great responses lately. (I'm not used to so much attention. I'm gonna turn into Draco before you know it. Then 80 million girls will be trying to hump my leg, everywhere I go.)

Anyways, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer; I do not own anything Harry Potter or Harry Potter related. Those are JK Rowlings.

I do, however, own a picture (that I drew) of Harry humping Quirrels turbin and the top says HARRY POTTER and The Sorcerrors Bone. :D Yes, I am proud. Now, onto the story..............

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Harry watched Malfoy's retreating back with a grimace. Where did he get off doing things like that?? It more than annoyed Harry (well, obviously. Considering as to how he had a HUGE boner because of the other boy.) Why couldn't Malfoy just leave him alone? Wasn't it enough that he'd tortured him for 6 years??

Whatever.

Harry must have stood at the end of the corridor for at least 5 minutes before he realized he had to go to class. A class that he was already late to!!

He rushed along the passages towards the classroom and swung the heavy wooden door open.

"Ah...Mr. Potter. So glad you could join us. That'll be 50 points from Gryffindor," Professor Cabnitch said, "And...what is that on your neck? Surely you're not daft enough to have hurt yourself? Sit please." She ordered.

Harry sat down next to Hermione and Ron who both looked at him oddly.

"What in the world is on your neck?" Ron whispered, eyes wide.

Harry covered up the mark self-consciously. "It's uh...I fell." He stuttered.

Hermione merely smirked and turned her attention to the front of the classroom. "I know a charm that will get rid of it. I'll do it for you later."

Harry could tell by the tone of her voice that the brunette knew something. And he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Perhaps she knew that Draco had practically molested him in the corridor. Or maybe she thought he'd been fooling around with some girl, like everyone at Hogwart's thought.

Or maybe she thought he was gay. Just the idea made Harry's heart speed up. No. No, he was not gay. He just hadn't gotten much...ah...attention...since Ginny had broken up with him.

Harry ignored his thoughts and turned to the front at Professor Cabnitch trailed off about something rather boring.

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"I heard you were....well...gay....Are you?"

Harry had just sat down, ready to eat supper, When Dean had asked this rather surprising and completely random question.

"What?! No!" Harry said through his mouthful of food, swallowing, he spoke "Why in the world you think that, Dean?"

"Um...Heard it...from a reliable source...." Harry saw his eyes glance at the Slytherin table. "Umm...I gotta go. Talk to you later mate." And with that, Dean ran off like a scared child. He had obviously seen the look of murderous anger on Harry's face.

He glanced at the Slytherin table, glaring with all his might at the silver haired boy seated there. He was talking to that pug faced girl before he turned slightly and caught eyes with Harry.

He saw how upset Potter looked and he smirked.

Then Harry did something totally unexpected.

He rose from his seat and made his way over to the Slytherins table, Stopping right in front of Malfoy.

"I'd like to have a word, if you don't mind." He said, teeth gritted. Malfoy looked momentarily surprised, but it was quickly replaced with a smirk.

"Alright Potter, but don't get too touchy with me." He said as the rest of the table laughed loudly.

Harry grabbed him by the collar and drug him out of the Great Hall. Why no teachers stopped this? No one was really sure.

Harry stopped outside a broom closet, and threw both him and Malfoy inside.

"Hmm..I'd think you could've picked something more romantic for our first date Potter, but I have to admit, A shag in a broom closet does sound appealing."

Harry growled and pushed the blonde up against the wall, ignoring the momentary surprise on the taller boys face.

"Where do you get off telling people I'm gay?! As far as I recall, you were all over me earlier today!" Harry spoke harshly.

"So you're admitting it then?" Malfoy asked, his trademark smirk slipping further onto his features.

Harry growled again and pushed Malfoy further into the wall, brushing his hardening length against Malfoys groin.

"What...do you...fucking...think?" Harry whispered harshly as Malfoy gasped, growing hard.

"Do you not think it makes me endlessly horny to think about you all naked and fucking pale, lying on my bed, waiting for me to fuck you?" Harry whispered, grinding his hips into Malfoys, who was growing harder and moaning louder with each push of Harry's hips.

"Do you not think that I dream about that perfect fucking body of yours, every night?" Harry asked, sucking on Malfoys neck and biting down hard as the other boy moaned and squirmed under him.

"Do you not think I just want to lay you down and have my way with you?" He asked, running his lips over Malfoy's pale throat.

"Well, I do." Harry said as he backed away. "And looks like you have a mark to match mine, Malfoy....Oh..I think you're late for supper." He said with a smirk.

He opened the broom closet door and sidled out, Leaving a very confused and very horny Draco Malfoy behind.

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Damn I'm freezing.

Anyways, I hope you liked it. Gives me some reviews!

does it bother anyone that they haven't kissed yet?

I'm saving that bitches. It's gonna be special. or something. Don't you love how Hermione always knows? It's kinda creepy actually.

Well. Review. PLEASE?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D