Harry

Malfoy is going to be the death of me.

I felt like I was on autopilot when I mouthed… that at him. Seriously. It was like my face was doing it and my brain was so focused on Malfoy it didn't have time to give my lips permission. He is absolutely driving me mad.

But the weirdest part is that I'm sort of starting to like it.

Back in school, I had a lot of sex. Ginny and Cho might have been my only girlfriends, but I hooked up with a lot of other girls. Ginny was my first and I was hers, but after that, it was Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lisa Turpin, Hannah Abbott, and once with Daphne Greengrass. They were mostly fine with being kept a secret, but Daphne wanted nothing to do with me and blamed Firewhisky.

But none of them teased me like Malfoy does. All they did was look at me across the room with a drunk smile, and I followed them to a supply closet or a bedroom, because I was a horny teenage boy and didn't care who I was hooking up with, as long as it was somebody.

All Malfoy has to do is glance at me, and I'd fall into bed with him willingly.

"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Chang," Melissa says cheerfully, waving a hand at the cameramen. The clicks cease. "Go change into the final outfits, please."

Malfoy nods and strolls to the dressing rooms, not even looking at me. Either he really wants to get away from Cho, or he really wants to get away from me. Cho frowns at his back as she follows him, then locks herself into her own stall.

I'm stuck with my thoughts again. By final, Melissa doesn't mean last, does she? This can't possibly be ending. I practically just got here-

I check my watch. It's almost eleven o'clock, and I got here at five. How is that possible? I guess being in a windowless room means you lose track of time; I've been here for six hours, doing nothing but standing around and admiring Malfoy. A normal person would count that as a waste of time. A normal person would think gazing at another bloke's arse for six hours is better spent doing normal things.

But, for fuck's sake, since when have I been normal?

Besides, Malfoy really does have a stellar arse. My fingers twitch unconsciously, like they just want to feel Malfoy up. Merlin, when did I become such a pervert?

I remember back at school, when I still hated Malfoy and he hated me, I didn't think these… creepy thoughts. I mean, sure, I sometimes let my gaze slip a little too far in the Quidditch changing rooms and I could see Malfoy's porcelain-white back, or that spot where his elegant neck met his chest. But I never spent more than around five minutes thinking of Malfoy or his body. Not like now.

As much as I want to distract myself by thinking of Malfoy's neck, my mind drifts back to his "Wait, Potter". This nagging voice in the back of my head tells me something's up, but I don't want to believe it. I don't want to believe that Malfoy is… I don't know, hiding anything from me. But, I mean, what would there be to hide? We haven't interacted in years, and anything that he did behind my back during school is in the past. Even if he walked up to me and told me he was impersonating Barty Crouch Jr. and was the true one to put my name in the Goblet of Fire, I'd shrug and tell him it already happened.

But, shit, a big part of me is just really just damn curious. Malfoy has never been hesitant to say something that would hurt me, so why would he be now? He's never been the type to hold his tongue….

What if it's important? What if Melissa didn't walk in, would Malfoy have told me? Yeah, knowing him? Probably not. He's a really good liar.

Think of the devil, I hear the unlocking of a stall door and Malfoy walks through his. Wearing the last outfit. Meaning that after this, I'm going home. And I will not be seeing Malfoy for… never again, I guess. And that's fine. Just fine.

I know focusing on his sexy outfit will improve my totally not-down mood, so I do: Oversized black suit coat, with a small white rose peeking out of the breast pocket; the same black round-toe heels from earlier; and… oh my God.

Malfoy's wearing biker shorts.

Honest-to-God biker shorts.

Why is there so much less air in the room, all of a sudden?

His face looks almost bare now, with just some gloss on his lips and cat-eye liner. Malfoy's hair is mussed again, like he only ran his fingers through it and quit. I am not complaining though; Malfoy with messy hair might be one of my new favourite sights.

His eyes find mine and he gives me a small smirk, accompanied by a teasingly arched eyebrow. Malfoy's signature expression.

I can barely think right now, much less think of something - anything - to do. So I just stand here and try to keep from drooling.

Malfoy's always been an attractive person, even way back when we first met. Even when he was just a gangly eleven-year-old with too much gel. A lot of girls fancied him at school, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. I used to think that was because I wanted more girls to like me, but, looking back, I already had plenty of admirers. Now, I see that I was jealous of all those girls, brushing their manicured fingers over his shoulders and smiling with their feminine mouths.

Now that I think about it, Malfoy had dozens of girls to choose from. Why was he single? He had Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones….

Oh. Holy shit. Could Malfoy be gay?

There's a very high chance. He doesn't exactly flirt back, but he does let me flirt with him. He wears eyeliner, but straight men can still wear makeup. I've never seen him with a girlfriend. And I hope I never do see him with a girlfriend.

I am so creepy.

Cho's dressing room door opens, and she walks out in a black dress. It's strapless, and ends just above her knees, and it has a strip cut out over her belly. She has the same oversized jacket and shoes as Malfoy, even the white rose in her breast pocket. Her hair is swept up into a bun like from my fourth year Yule Ball, and her eyes are lined just like Malfoy's.

She smiles shyly at no one in particular, and walks over to the photo area, where Malfoy is already waiting. Mara nods her head and sniffs, bucking up a little in panic. I awkwardly rush over to calm her down, but Malfoy beats me to it.

He whirls around and places a hand right on Mara's nuzzle, scrunching his fingers on her grey skin just the tiniest bit. Mara's wide eyes dart around nervously, but she slowly calms down. I've never seen her act up like that. And I've never seen anybody calm her down like that.

A cameraman nudges Savannah and asks, "Should we call the Animal Department?"

Savannah raises a hand without moving her eyes from Malfoy and Mara. "No. Just…. Hold on."

Shit. I recognise that look in her eyes. She's planning something.

Malfoy seems to finish, and he turns away from Mara to many sets of eyes. His cheeks pinken.

"Mr. Malfoy," Savannah says brightly, paired with a smile. "Would you be comfortable with… riding Mara?"

All Malfoy does is turn from her to me with wide eyes.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Guest reviewers Mara and Martha, please stop leaving irrelevant reviews on my story. This story's reviews are not for online arguments. Sorry for any inconveniences.

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