The next morning Draco slept in. The sun tickled his eyes pleasantly, and he yawned at the sensation. That's when it dawned to him; the sun wasn't supposed to be up! It wasn't supposed to be up by an hour or so! Draco yanked out of bed and looked towards the other beds. Blaise's bed was empty! Why hadn't Blaise woken him! Why hadn't he woken by himself? He always did. The fact was that Draco had been laying awake thinking about the whole Potter affair. He was actually curious of who his secret admirer was… Was it a boy or a girl?
Quickly, Draco threw some clothes on and ran for the bathroom. He had ten minutes to get presentable, find his books and run for Care of Magical Creatures. When he came out of the bathroom he saw Blaise looking trough his school supplies.
-"Why didn't you wake me up?" Draco asked sourly, finding his own supplies.
-"Oh, I overslept. Spent the night satisfying Pansy, like you couldn't do…" Blaise smirked, and Draco felt his cheeks getting hotter. Damn that slut, running to Blaise telling him that Draco couldn't get it up. It wasn't his fault that he'd been in a time in life when he was very confused about himself. Draco growled something and started running down the stairs, Blaise following closely.
-"All righ'! Dumbledore has instructed me t'pair ye all with someone from a diffren' house, so no complainin'… 'Ermione- Zabini, Neville- Parkinson, Patil- Goyle, Brown- Nott, Crabbe- Ron, 'Arry- Malfoy n' Bullstrode- Finnigan." The big oaf of a teacher said when Draco and Blaise finally had reached the group that stood by the lake. Blaise and Draco shared sympathic glances, and made their way to their partners. Someone obviously thought it very funny to place him with Potter every time they were to be paired up.
Potter was laughing at Finnigan as Draco went over to him, obviously making fun of his partner. He winked, and Draco couldn't help but pull his dimples a little at the thought of Finnigan and Bullstrode getting on with it. Suddenly, Harry turned his wide smile to Draco, leaving Draco shocked. He didn't know why, but when Harry gave his Golden-Boy-Smile to him, his heart missed a jump. It had something to do with the fact that Draco wasn't used to his smile, and it was much to open for Draco's taste.
-"Hey," Harry smiled, and Draco's dimples immediately pulled down again. He didn't smile to Golden Boy. Instead, he lifted his eyebrows in some sort of acknowledgement.
-"I'll give all o'ye some food up 'ere, an' ye'll feed the watr'bear wit' it an' see what he prefers……an' read the chapt'r about 'em first……an' answ'r the questions…"
-"Gee, will you decide!" Draco muttered, and opened his book, scowling at the green bear that sat inside a water tank, staring up at him with big, brown eyes. It was rather cute, Draco had to admit. He heard many of the girls cooing. Potter looked at it with a distant look on his face, the smile were completely gone.
-"Look how cute it is," he said quietly. It was weird with Potter. He always seemed so happy, until you caught him in a moment he wasn't prepared. Then he looked sad and distant. Draco had seen him with the sad, distant look, but he'd never really thought about it before he and Harry became civil.
-"Yeah, until it scratches you. Then you're lying on the ground, ready to be his next meal." Draco replied, and Harry dazed back into this world again.
-"Guess you're right," he said, and turned to Draco. –"Let's start with the questions, shall we?" They sat down on the bare ground, and Draco read aloud:
-"How do the Waterbear catch it's pray?"
-"The waterbear uses its' trustworthy looks and nature to deceive it's pray. Like you said; one scratch from the bear's nail will stun you, right?" Harry wrote the answer down with his scrawny handwriting. What if Granger was the one who fancied Draco? Draco mused. That would've been hilarious. He could've played with her heart and broken it. He looked over at her and Blaise. They were obviously arguing, because Mudblood looked rather out of it. Blaise smirked though. She had developed good looks and nice curves, for a mudblood, that is. Draco had to admit though, Mudblood wouldn't fall in love with someone that acted as arsehole as he did, and she was too smart to fall in love with a pretty face. –"You got anything to add?" Potter asked.
-"Um…no, not really."
-"Next question?" Harry asked.
-"Describe the Waterbear's appearance and debate whether you find its' being trustworthy."
-"That's quite easy," Harry said. –"It is way too pretty to be honest, don't you think?" Draco sent him a weird look.
-"You think one can't be trusted just because one is pretty?" He asked. –"I don't think that's a guarantee. Just look at me; I'm very, very pretty, but-"
-"Which proves my point perfectly; I wouldn't have trusted you if you were the last person on the earth!" Harry exclaimed, smiling widely again.
-"You think I'm pretty, do you?" Draco smirked, eyeing Harry challengingly. Harry raised his eyebrows calculatingly. Was Draco Malfoy joking with him?
-"That's not the right adjective, but something like it…"
-"What's your adjective then? Handsome, devilishly sexy or perhaps arousingly hot?" Harry chuckled softly, and Draco couldn't help but feel the sound. It wasn't like when he laughed. It was hoarser and…sexy. Stop Draco! He couldn't think like that! He couldn't flirt with Golden Boy! He never got to know what Harry thought of him, because in that second Hagrid came over to them with a piece of meat for the water bear.
-"How's it goin'?" He asked loudly.
-"Fine, Hagrid, we're just discussing whether it looks trustworthy or not." Harry answered matter of factly.
-"K', Meat'er when ye're done will ya?"
Draco looked around again. What if Weasel was the one who liked him! Ouch, imagine him wanking off on him! Draco shuddered at the thought, and studied Rons freckles and his orange hair. He definitely wasn't one of those who found red hair sexy.
Seamus Finnigan caught Harry's look and smiled. Seamus was one of the few okay Gryffindors Draco had met. He was one of the few at school that socialized with all the houses, probably the only one. Seamus asked if Harry would join him for a cigarette non-verbally, and Harry nodded. Did Potter smoke? Draco wondered. He couldn't imagine that at all, but he would look good doing it. Some boys looked hot when they smoked, and Draco believed Harry to be one of those. Maybe Seamus liked him? But he would probably just have asked him on a date already. He wasn't that shy.
-"So, who's my secret admirer?" Draco asked, drawing attention to himself again.
-"I can't tell, cause then it wouldn't be secret, right?" Harry answered, throwing a piece of meat to the bear, which smelled it carefully.
-"How do you expect to get me on a date with the person then?"
-Oh, I've got my ways…" Potter answered and smirked intently, still watching the Waterbear's reaction. It didn't look interested in the piece of meat at all, while Patil and Goyle's Waterbear devoured it without doubt.
-"You're not going to hex me are you? Or use a love potion, you know that's illegal."
-"Dearest Draco," Harry said, and Draco jumped at the sound of his name on those beautifully shaped lips. –"I believe myself a little smarter then that! I'll get you to go on a date with her eventually."
-"It's a girl then," Draco commented smugly.
-"Yes, it is. She's pretty, don't worry. Come on, eat!" He muttered to the bear, who simply denied to taste the meat.
-"You really think I'll take you're word for that!"
-"Yeah, I do," Harry said, and started packing his things together. The class was over. He gave Draco a last smile and walked over to Seamus, who put an arm around him, but Harry showed it away giggling slightly.
-"What did you talk about, Dray? You looked quite friendly, to put it that way…" Blaise noted, and Draco only rolled his eyes as an answer.
Seamus knew what he had to tell Harry, but he felt really bad for doing it. This information wasn't just a little embarrassing, it was…really embarrassing! This little piece of information could make Draco do anything, surely. Even Seamus would've done anything to prevent something like this coming out, and he was openly gay!
-"Come on, Harry, just a kiss…please!" He begged, pouting his lips. Harry smiled mischievously, and surveyed Seamus under half close eyelids.
-"Well, do you have any juicy news for me?" He asked, and took a breath of the cigarette he held in his left hand. Seamus face lit up.
-"Yes, I do. It's really good. It's so good I almost feel bad for telling you."
-"Really?" Harry asked, looking relieved. Finally he could get Draco and Hermione together. Then he wouldn't have to hear about him all the time and maybe he could make up with Ron, and everything would go back to normal again.
-"Yup!"
-"Tell me then."
-"Give me a kiss," Seamus ordered, and Harry smirked before he walked seductively towards Seamus. Seamus was standing near the solid brick wall of Hogwarts. This was where they always smoked. Harry tilted his head, and kissed his neck. He nibbled it carefully and sucked lightly at it like he knew at least girls liked. He felt Seamus breathing heavier, and pressed his groin towards Seamus'. Seamus forced Harry's face to his own, and their tongues met eagerly. Again Harry felt the excitement run through his body, and it settled in his groin.
'Oh fuck, I'm getting hard.' Harry thought surprised. Maybe he was bi? The discovery brought him to his senses, and he backed away from Seamus. Seamus winced at the lack of contact.
-"Tell me then…" Harry panted. Before Seamus answered, he had pressed Harry towards the wall and was kissing his neck. Harry felt all the blood in his body going to one place, and it felt so good. He moaned lightly, and felt Seamus' hands under his robes. Who knew where their cigarettes had disappeared? Seamus finally understood that the only way to really turn Harry was to get him off.
He loosened Harry's jeans, and let them slide from his hips. One of his hands found their way into Harry's boxer, and Harry moaned loudly again. He kissed Harry and started stroking his length. Harry groaned graciously, and Seamus studied the waves of pleasure written on Harry's face. How could anyone be this delicate? He had seen boys and men just as handsome as Harry, but there was just something about him. After some minutes Harry came. Seamus had to kiss him to keep his moaning down. Harry wouldn't like that people knew he was gay in the beginning. Everybody needed some time alone to get used to the thought, before telling everybody.
Harry put his arms around Seamus to get support. His knees felt weak, and he didn't really want to look at him. Sure he'd done similar things with girls before, but it didn't really feel the same. He didn't feel ashamed, but somehow he felt a little dirty. They were standing in total daylight outside in a school break, and Harry wasn't even sure whether he wanted Seamus like that. Man, he wasn't even sure if he was gay!
-"You okay?" Seamus asked and studied Harry again. He looked a little confused and Seamus enjoyed it immensely. The first step to getting Harry gay was to make him confused after all.
-"Erm…yeah…" Harry answered and ran a hand through his hair, looking towards the lake. Why did he really sacrifice this much to get Hermione and Drac- Malfoy!- together. He'd even done more then she had! But then again, if Harry sent her over to talk with him, he would've understood that she was the girl, and surely would refuse to go on a date. I'll fix this, but when I'm done, I don't ever want to kiss a guy again! –"I remember you promising me something, do you?" He asked flirtatiously. He knew how to hide his emotions, and he wouldn't share them with Seamus. Seamus smiled and gave him a peck at the mouth.
-"I'll tell you tomorrow," he smirked. –"At our date." Then he took Harry's hand and led him to the entrance.
-"No way! You can't do this!"
-"Certainly I can."
-"But…but I really need to know!" Harry exclaimed indignantly.
-"And you will. Tomorrow."
She discretely studied Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini from her place. They were equally beautiful, but Blaise somehow fell in the shadow of his visible friend. They had very different kinds of beauty as well. Draco was lithe, yet muscular, with his head always raised high. He had this sophisticated air around him and was untouchable, in a way. Maybe that was why he seemed so irresistible, because one couldn't quite get him. Blaise, on the other hand, was touchable. He was even nice, when he wanted to be. They had worked together in class once. At first he'd been like every Slytherin; throwing nasty comments all over, but when she had become upset he had apologised. This had made her think a bit. She had noticed him in other ways, appreciated his beauty, his wry smiles, his dark blue eyes, his broad shoulders…
