Chapter 3
***Draco's POV***
I walk towards the great hall. 'I'm so freaking bored. There's nothing to my stupid son-of-a-death-eater life besides giving the BWL handjobs. It drives me nuts, nothing happens since Voldemort died, which is a good thing, but seriously, Harry fucking Potter's ass is the only good thing around here. I mean anyone can check out his fucking ass and want a piece of it…' I think in my head, hopefully concealing the fact that I'm probably staring at Potter's ass like I want to take a bite out of it. 'Not that I don't… He's the only one worth a Malfoy anyway. The girls here just don't match up. He's high class, sexy, the hero of the wizarding world, smart, and has hair I can picture me rubbing my hands through as he gives me a blow job, or actually biting him… Don't forget his fucking sexy parsal mouth… Man, he's like high quality chocolate I don't think I'll ever get enough of… He's not exactly got a tiny dick either… I'm not even sure if it would fit in my mouth…' I think to myself as I feel a whack on the back of the head. "Draco, I can tell when you aren't paying attention to me you know. It's not very nice…" She says the last part with a pouty face that for some reason Blaise thinks is hot. 'I'll never understand why…' I think to myself as I look up and see Potter has walked off. 'Shit, I wanted to get a little more eye candy in. Oh well, this stupid school actually did something right for once, putting me into a bed with him, most spectacular idea ever, I could almost kiss whoever had the idea, except for the fact I would get my lips dirty.' I think as I start getting annoyed that he walked off. Of course, annoying Pansy just keeps on talking to me like I'm actually listening for once. 'Yeah right.' I smirk at Pansy. Still thinking about sexy Potter.
"-You know, according to rumor, Potter is gay, but the best part is, he's also a Veela! Isn't this scandalous?" She asks smirking, probably thinks I'll find it funny too, but my attention is snapped directly to her on that statement. "How did you know that?" I demand of her, not paying the slightest bit of attention to whether she actually said anything else interesting. 'Not possible…' "Oh, so now you want to listen to me. Well anyway, he's a Veela and according to rumors, he's already found his mate, guess who people keep saying it is? Guess, come on. Humor me." She smirks 'probably surprised she found some information I actually didn't know already… Seriously? It's probably false, might as well let her feel important. Despite the fact that her measly little life has no meaning to anyone except Blaise… Such a weird guy. Maybe he has some sort of freaky fetish for exotic creatures… Bestiality is what Muggles call it, but at least she's giving me information I can actually use…' "I don't know, you?" I state, like I don't care, secretly hoping it's me, but there's no way I'm letting her know that, ever. I know this statement will shock her, because she will probably answer 'me? Never, my body and heart belong to Blaise. You can hear it every night we don't put up a silencing spell.' 'Gross! But that's probably what she will end up saying. Yuck. I really need to get new friends… Oh well, they're useful for information at least…' I think as I hear her say through her shocked face "me? Never, my body and heart belong to Blaise… You can hear it every night we don't put up a silencing spell." 'Predictable, but still disgusting. C'est la vie. Why won't she hurry up and answer the freaking question already?' I think as I stare at her. "Ok I'll tell you." 'Incredibly predictable…' "They're saying it's you! Crazy right? Those stupid Mofos don't know anything…" I feel my eyes open wide, somewhere inside not too surprised they're stating the mate is me, but still thinking it's too good to be true… I walk off toward my dorm, hoping for Harry to be there so I can ask him if it's true. 'Pansy has an uncanny way of being able to know correct rumors from fake ones… Let's see for sure.' It think as I go over the Malfoy rules in my head to keep me from running up the stairs by twos. I walk fast, and have my hands out of my pockets, no matter how tempting it is to put my hands in.
I get to my dorm and find that Pansy followed me. 'Oh well, she was probably going to see our dorm soon anyway, who cares if she comes in.' I walk into the bathroom, not caring if she would be considered a guest by my father, I have things to do, no matter whether she's a freakish pureblood or not. I look into the mirror and start making sure of my hair. She starts rustling my shirt. "What are you doing?" I ask her. "I'm making you sexier." She answers and unbuttons two of my buttons, she then starts to mess up my hair. "Why're you messing up my hair? I just got it perfect!" I tell her, a little annoyed. She ignores me and turns around to look through the cabinet. She picks up an alcoholic drink and drinks it. Everything is silent for a moment, then I notice this goofy smile on her face and look at what she has in her hand. 'She probably picked it up thinking it was fire whiskey. Ha!' I think as I smile and try to keep from laughing. I can't. I burst into chuckling, and she answers in a resounding giggle. She falls over, 'Blaise is definitely going to kill me if he finds out…' I pick her back up and she rests on my shoulder. I slowly walk her out of the bathroom, a grin I can still feel on my face, the situation is just so hilarious.
I see Harry as soon as I look up, and I feel even happier. 'Man, he has a million dollar body…' I think as I see him, wanting to see underneath his clothes instead of what he has on. He smiles, but I can tell it's fake. Before I have time to fully take in his body, he turns around and starts walking. "Where are you going Harry?" I ask him, wishing Pansy weren't here, so I could touch him however I want. It's not proper to touch your beloved in front of company, unless it's the other person's arm going through your own. It's only proper. 'Ugh, stupid society, screw their version of proper…' I think as I watch him walk away, clearly furious, 'he probably thinks he's hiding it well though… But I'm a professional.' I think as I put Pansy on the bed and fire-call Blaise.
Blaise comes in through the fire. I tell him what happened and I run to find Harry. 'Screw the fucked up Malfoy rules!' I think to myself as I begin searching for Harry. I head out to the Quidditch pitch, I don't see him, so I head to all of our classrooms.
I finally stop at the library when I see Granger. I walk up to Granger. I clear my throat to give her time to look up. She looks around her. She then looks back up at me. "What may I ask, do you want Malfoy?" She asks me. "Ms. Granger." I say, trying to remember my manners no matter how much I dislike her. She raised an eyebrow, clearly interested and weirded out by the fact that I wasn't calling her mudblood or something along the lines. "Harry ran off." I told her. She immediately dropped her book. "What'd you do?" She asked in a depressed voice. "I haven't done anything, he just ran off." I tell her. "Do you have any idea as to where he might be?" I ask her. She opens her mouth. "Besides the Quidditch pitch and the classes he has?" I ask. She closes her mouth. "I led him to Ron's a while ago… I didn't see him afterwards. Did you check the room of requirement?" She asked. "No, I didn't think of that. What other places might he be if he's not there?" I ask, not so sure he'll be in the room of requirement. "Other than that, he could be at Ron's room or the Headmistress's office." She states. I thank her and get ready to hurry out the door. "I'll check Ron's room." She stated. 'Good thing too, the weasel would be nowhere near positive conversation with me without a fist-fight.' I think as I head to the room of Requirement. I walk in front of the space on the wall three times thinking : 'some place I can find Harry now!' I open the door and see a certain corridor I recognized from trying to kill Dumbledore a while ago. I still regret it, but after figuring out I hadn't been the one to kill him, things got slightly better.
I head for the corridor in real life and found Harry a few hours after he had gone missing. I found Harry on the floor, asleep. I picked him up, and walked to our dorm, using a shortcut and exercising Quidditch muscles I had gotten over the years. I placed him in the bed and dressed him in night clothes. I tried not to linger on his gorgeous cock for too long, but still touched it once, needing to feel it, but too terrified to touch anything that I might get caught touching. 'That thought did not make sense at all. Maybe I just wanted to touch his cock…' I think to myself as I lay him in bed, that's when I notice his knuckles. I use a charm to heal them and get into bed from the other side, watching Harry as he slept.
