oh sweet, sweet denial. :D it's so cute.....I has update, finally. I have my ACT the 12th and have band practices every tuesday, so im super busy. BUT i will update soon. pinky promise.

disclaimer; not jk rowling...blah blah....don't own hp...:)

He did NOT just do that. That-that….sexy ass bastard…NO! I will not think like that. No no no no no.

But God he kisses good.

Harry continued this argument in his head, oblivious to the worried looks he was getting from his friend.

He had to admit it though, Malfoy was a damn good kisser. Much better than Dean, actually. And Harry hated to admit that. Still, Malfoy was an ass. He may be hot…and damn good at kissing…and er….other stuff….but he was still a dick. And Dean wasn't.

Dean was actually a very sweet boyfriend. Harry couldn't help but giggle and smile as he felt someone cover his eyes as he sat in his favorite chair in the common room.

"Guess who?" Said a deep voice from behind him. Harry giggled and twisted around, looking up at Deans grinning face.

"Oh I sooooo knew it was you." Harry said, sticking his tongue out.

Dean laughed and went to sit in front of Harry's legs. Harry couldn't help but frown as Dean turned and started talking animatedly to Hermione. Harry had technically cheated on Dean, right?

His stomach squirmed with guilt that he couldn't push away….Even worse so when Hermione gave him a questioning glance.

"Dean, darling…I'm gonna call it a night, okay?" He said, giving the boy a peck on the lips and making his way to bed.

Harry's night was riddled with dreams, unlike the ones he usually had about the war.

These dreams were…well, pleasant….in a completely unpleasant way.

Harry felt silk gliding around him, like he was riding through a tube of material, rubbing his skin softly.

He felt arms encircle his waist and push him into the silk….a bed, he fell onto a bed of white silk.

He felt lips at his ear, nibbling on the lobe and tracing a tongue around the shell.

He felt hands rub over his bare chest- and Oh my! He was naked!

The set of velvety lips moved down his neck, stopping and sucking at random places that seemed to make him shiver and moan loudly.

The hands snaked lower, til they were rubbing his hip bones….A face came into view, right before a soft hand encircled his cock. A pale, pointed face…with lots of beautiful blonde hair.

Harrys first thoughts when he woke in the morning were Oh my GOD.

This could not be happening to him!! He was trying to rid his mind of Malfoy, and yet his body still yearned for him… What could he do? Just stop thinking about the blonde boy? That had already proved impossible.

But he would try.

Draco couldn't figure it out.

Every time he saw Potter, he just walked past him, without a glance or a word.

What in the hell had happened? Hadn't he learned that by no means can you ignore a Malfoy??

Obviously he had not.

And it seemed Harry was paying a lot more attention to that stupid boy toy of his.

Who had his hands all over Harry right now. His stupid pig whore hands.

"Draco dear, Do spare your potatoes, you're display of violence to school food is frightening the children." Pansy said, breaking Draco from his glaring.

He sneered in Pansy's direction and took to staring at the awful scene in front of him.

That stupid pig whore whispered in Harry's ear, Harry giggling like he was saying something funny.

Draco could be funny. He could be hilarious.

"I can be funny….I'm loads of fun…" Draco grumbled, furrowing his eyebrow.

"Yes, yes darling," Pansy said with a sigh, "But looking like a constipated rabbit will get you nowhere.

Draco simply flicked his potatoes all over her new sweater.

Plan ignore Draco was working.

Harry hadn't had any unwanted run ins with the boy all day.

He had caught a glimpse of his face in the Great Hall. And by the looks of it, he was not happy.

Harry had a feeling this whole plan of his would come back to bite him in the ass. Hard.

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I know, it sucks. soooorry :(