Firstly: Happy New Year!
Secondly: I know it took me ages to post this chapter... Sorry, I couldn't make it any earlier. But I do hope that things will become different in this year xD
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When he woke up the next morning, he was oddly content with his situation and asked himself for one second how that had happened, as he normally wasn't that much of a morning person. Every day of the last month, he had woken up to the feeling of being the unluckiest person on the planet - but today he felt totally different. Things were just right.
Then, he remembered, and a little smile curved his lips. He got up, showered, brushed his teeth and was more than satisfied with the image the mirror reflected. Gosh, he was really a dream come true. If it wouldn't be so creepy, he would clone himself and go for him instead of Harry.
When Blaise poked his head in, he was more than surprised to see a already dressed and amazingly well-spirited blonde in front of the mirror, looking himself lustfully in the eyes. "Eh - Dray? Do I disturb you? Should I come back later, when you have finished drooling at yourself?"
Malfoy simply smirked and turned around. The day was just too good to let it be spoiled by Blaise and his brat-comments. "I don't ever finish drooling after myself, as no one ever does", he replied matter-of-factly, "I'm to gorgeous to be ignored, even by myself."
Blaise was too stunned to say something to this, widening Draco's smirk. This day was going to be awesome, he just knew it. "So, you're ready? Can we go to breakfast? I'm hungry."
He passed an astonished Blaise Zabini who stared at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Draco Malfoy - hungry? Malfoys did not do hunger. They did not feel any needs. They just existed in pure perfection. And now - Draco was hungry? This was absolutely unbelievable.
"Coming", he replied after gathering back his dignity and hurried after his friend.
Together, they sat down at their table and began to eat in comfortable silence. Or something very close to silence - having Crabbe and Goyle at their table made it impossible to have complete silence, as they were constantly grunting and chewing loudly. But today, Draco didn't care in the slightest.
Over the heads of his fellow students he could see a very sleepy looking Harry Potter. The out-of-bed-look didn't make him any less good looking, in fact it was a mere addition to his whole attitude of "I-don't-care-how-I-look-I'm-Harry-Potter" that mesmerized Draco even more. He was heartbreakingly adorable, and he was about to be his.
Their eyes met and Harry hastily hid himself behind a large glass of orange juice. Draco scowled silently and stood up. Potter was not going to look at him? Ha, he would have to! It was time for their stupid detention, and he would definetly make sure of Potter recognising his overwhelming beauty! Hell, he was like silk made flesh! How could anyone not fall for him?
He strolled through the room and crossed his arms over his chest. "Potter", he called, making the Gryffindor face him again, "detention!"
Harry merely nodded and got up, walking over to him. Together they crossed the hall. "As we probably don't want to be late", Draco added with an ironic sparkle in his eyes and gestured towards the door, signalising Harry to go first. The Gryffindor just nodded and stepped through the door, making Draco roll his eyes. Had he just swallowed his tongue or what was the reason for him being so silent?
"What made you come so early?" Harry suddenly asked with mock interest in his voice, "couldn't wait to be around me any longer?"
'Exactly', Draco replied inwardly and cursed himself. Probably a silent Harry wasn't that bad at all.
"No, Potter", he answered calmly, searching for a good response and luckily not being disappointed, "I just have other things to do."
Harry fell silent again and Draco was oddly satisfied with himself. Was he mistaken - or did he just saw a hint of jealousy in Potter's eyes? Oh, he was so going to enjoy this.
Without greeting the librarian, Harry stomped towards their working place, leaving a very outraged Madame Pince behind. She was about to squeal noisily about his rudeness, when Draco gave her one of his best smiles, calming her instantly. His smiles had this effect on nearly everyone - and he knew it, using them only very rarely not to spoil the appeal.
Afterwards he went straight after the retreating Gryffindor to fulfill his daily duty of dusting. While he himself worked rather steady and silently, Harry dusted with aggressive force as if he wanted to hurt the poor books. Every now and then, Draco threw him a questioning glare, only to be ignored stubbornly. After a while, he sighed. "Potter", he said half-mockingly, "don't throw the dust around you like you're on fire. I don't want to look dirty when I'm out of here."
Harry's eyes narrowed scornfully and his voice was cold as ice when he replied: "I'm sorry, your highness, but I'm pretty sure that whoever it is you're meeting will be more than pleased to pick every piece of dust of your delicious body."
Delicious body? He couldn't help but smirk widely. "Jealous, Potter?"
The Gryffindor's green eyes widened and he instantly reddened. "Me, jealous? Why? Because you're meeting your newest mistle-toe aquaintance?"
How adorable! He really was jealous! Hell, the day couldn't get any better!
His facial expression softened as he didn't want to mock Harry any further. If he weren't that fucking cute when he was jealous, he would never tease him in the first place! "There was only one person I kissed under a mistletoe, Potter. Just to let you know", he said silently and looked directly into Harry's eyes, making the other boy shiver.
"So", the Gryffindor replied, sounding not one bit calmed, "I guess you seduced the other ones in dark spooky corners of the school?"
He snorted and inwardly shook his head. Even when he tried to be nice, the stupid dark-haired just took the worst out of his phrases! How could anyone make THAT out of his last statement?
"The only person who I'm currently meeting in dark, spooky corners is you", he stated firmly, "and it doesn't seem as if I'm seducing anybody, does it?" Ouch, he could have spared that sentence. It probably hurt himself more than it calmed stupid Pot-Head.
"No, it doesn't", Harry answered silently and turned around, once more starting to dust the books. Draco rolled his eyes, inwardly cursing both himself and Potter. The whole situation was bloody ridiculous and it didn't get one bit better by their actions. Instead, they we're drifting with full-speed into the next dilemma, he was sure of this.
Absently, he turned his gaze back on the other boy and felt his breath catch in his throat.
Harry had bend down to clean the lower parts of the shelf and offered his backside in a very disturbing manner. Gosh, take a look at that! Who would have thought of this? The golden boy for sure had a golden butt!
The noise he had made unfortunately caught Harry's attention, and the Gryffindor throw him a questioning look over his shoulder. When he realized what Draco was staring at, he let out a little cough and grinned slightly. "Malfoy, that just a butt", he said in his sweetest voice, making Draco stare at him like a child who was caught with its hand in a cookie jar, "nothing more, nothing less. Everyone has one. And I would really appreciate it if you could stop staring at mine as if you had just found the door to heaven or something similar."
Draco did his best not to blush and smiled feraly. "So shy, Potter?" he asked back, thanking his father on his knees for teaching him always to have a snarky comment.
"So horny, Malfoy?" Harry replied instantly, obviously having received the same training, and got up again.
Only if it comes to you, he thought with a silent sigh and narrowed his eyes. Not a very good moment to tell Potter about his feelings. "Must be, if I even start staring at your bony butt!" So, maybe that had been a bit harsh. He was instantly rewarded with hot fury blazing through Harry's eyes.
"Bony, eh? Well, you should know, having seen about billions of butts all over the place!" he hissed at him, sending a jolt of joy through the Slytherin's stomach. Hell, how he loved it to see Harry become jealous!
"I'd really like to know why you are currently always refering to my many affairs, Potter!" And sure as hell, he really would like to know that.
Harry didn't even flinch. "I'm not refering to your affairs, I'm only refering to your experiences if it comes to butts! It seems as if you're an expert on this topic!"
"Of course I am", Draco replied happily, "and you think that your ass isn't bony?" His senses were working on high speed and he felt oddly light-headed as he made his way over to the stunned looking Gryffindor and allowed his slightly trembling fingers to place themselves on Harry's just perfect shaped backside. Harry let out a puff of air and gaped at him in shock.
"Hmm", the Slytherin let out and made a thoughtful face while he let his hand wander around, "perhaps you're right..." Oh, to Salazar's forgotten grave, this felt just too good to be true. He actually was holding Harry fucking Potter's ass! He must be hallzunating!
The next second, he found himself behing shoved against the shelves and met the eyes of a very pissed off Gryffindor. "Are you out of your mind, Malfoy? What the heck do you think you're doing? Stop playing your stupid games with me!"
Fury rushed through his veins and illuminated his eyes. He could almost smell the electricity that was hurriedly building up. "Playing?" he repeated in a voice, silent because of the frustration he felt, "you think I'm playing?"
Well, being honest, he WAS kind of playing. But probably not as Potter thought he was. He played to make Potter fall for him and not to make Potter fall down and crush in pieces. Hell, couldn't the dark-haired see this? Couldn't he feel it? Did he have to wear a sign saying 'I unluckily fell for damn Potter' to make sure that the Gryffindor got the message?
Harry stared at him in wonder, obviously not understanding why Draco suddenly was being so full of anger. Probably that was not very surprisingly as no one who didn't know of Draco's change of feeling towards the Boy Wonder could really get what was racing through his head right now, but that didn't make it any better.
He snorted, straightened his cloak and inhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain calm. "Forget it." Damn, that Gryffindor drove him crazy. He was fucking near to lose all of his strenously gathered image of himself being the most unfeeling and cold hearted person in this whole giant castle just because the stupid green-eyed in front of hime blamed him to play games. Ha! If he was playing games that would for sure look different!
A sudden, slightly evil smile appeared on his features and he turned his head to look at Harry again. He thought that he, Draco Malfoy, was playing games? Well, he could have that!
In one swift moment he took hold of Harry's wrists and pushed him with all his force against the book shelf, making the books shake dangerously from left to right. His lips hovered only millimeters away from Harry's and he could smell this delicious, unique scent again. L'eau d'Harry.
"Now I'm playing, Potter", he whispered hoarsely, unable to move because he knew for sure that IF he moved, he would only do so to cross those last disturbing molecules of air and give into his wish of kissing the dark-haired again, to once more feel the sensation of flying without a broom...
"Let go of me", Harry demanded silently, his warm breath tingling against Draco's chin and sending shivers down his spine. A soft laughter escaped his lips.
"No", he replied, unable to restrain himself any longer from not at least touching those seductive lips and moved forward, allowing himself only to brush the lips of the dark-haired against his own. He let go of Harry's wrists and took a step back, while the dark-haired let himself slip unceremoniously to the ground until one couldn't see his face any longer as it was hidden behind his knees and arms. Draco looked down on him, momentarily regretting what he had just done, but at the same time enjoying the dominance of the situation that somehow was his again. "The two hours are up", he announced, "I've got to go." Turning on his heel, he left the library - and with every step that he went away from the heep of misery on the floor, he couldn't help but ask himself nervously if his stupid pride once more just had destroyed everything that could have been.