Draco couldn't sleep. He lay in his bed, his left arm held aloft, black ink of his dark mark standing out in the moonlight. He could hear his lowerclassmen housemates trampling around in the hall as they raced from the common room to their shared sleeping chambers. He cast a wordless noise-dampening spell and the room became blissfully silent. He sighed and went back to studying his arm.

Potter had been so excited. So excited about something he could in no way benefit from. How could that be? He thought about the way the library doors had flown open, and that messy haired, owl-eyed prat had burst through with his face beaming like sunshine. His green eyes had sparkled as he handed over the colorful flyer, so sure it made sense.

Draco closed his eyes, picturing it again. The library doors flew open, and Harry Potter burst in smiling with his green eyes sparkling. He felt warmth in his groin as his member perked up. He pictured it again, Harry Potter bursting in, his hair a mess and his green eyes shining, his smile meant for no one but Draco.

He slipped his hand down under the blanket and gripped himself. He told himself to stop, to switch his thoughts to the fuzzy, amorphous, fantasy blowjob person. But he kept running the scene over and over in his head. His breath quickened as he pulled. The library door flew open- He gasped aloud as he came, the orgasm jolting through his body out of nowhere. His eyes opened and he stared in amazement at the lofted fabric above his four poster bed, his vision swimming as the thrill of the climax suffused his body.

He cleaned up with a flick of his wand and rolled over. He gazed at the abandoned first aid supplies on his desk, lined up neatly with the rest of his fastidiously organized belongings. He grazed his fingertips across his dark mark, and wondered about lasers. Could the muggles really invent something so fantastic without magic? He drifted off to sleep and dreamt of sparkling green eyes.