I was just sitting eating dinner
in the Great Hall on Hallowe'en, when I, by some chance, caught
his eye. He was staring fixedly at me, and disturbed, I went
quickly back to the 'conversation' I was having with Goyle. All
through the main course, I could feel his eyes on me. Dessert was
served, and his gaze became more intense.
My agitation was becoming ever more obvious, and the self-satisfied
smile that played on his lips soon became apparent to me. As soon
as I had finished, I made my hurried excuses and shuffled back to
the Slytherin common room. He jumped out of his seat at the
Gryffindor table and followed me through the halls. I slowed
down, and turned around.
"Potter"
"Malfoy."
The heroic screw-you speech that I had so carefully planned so
predictably escaped me, and I merely shot him a weak glare and
turned my back on him.
He poked me softly in the back. "So you've decided to
pretend that it never happened?"
I turned around. "That what never happened?"
He smiled smugly. "Are you asking for a reminder,
Draco?" He blew me a mocking kiss.
I glared at him. "I'm not gay, Potter. Nor are we on first-name
terms."
He yawned a long fake yawn and smirked. Perfectly. "That's
not what it felt like last night. You see, last night, I seem to
remember you saying my name lots of times. In lots of different
voices, too. Whispering it, murmuring it" He blushed.
"You know, if you hadn't blushed just then-"
"You probably screamed my name too." He stepped closer
to me and smiled benignly. "Don't worry. I won't tell."
To say I had glared at him doesn't seem to do justice to my long-perfected
'shut-the-fuck-up-you're-disturbing-my-seamlessly-heterosexual-mind'
look.
"I go for girls, Potter."
"Uh-huh. People have always admired my feminine charm."
He struck a pose that almost made me giggle.
I decided that he was drunk.
"You're drunk. Go to bed." Immediately, I cursed myself
for saying it. "But not with me," I added hastily.
"You're always with me when I sleep," he said softly.
I rolled my eyes, but the motion felt fake. "I lead the
starring roles in most people's dreams, Potter. Especially
pubescent and desperate little boys like you."
"You're cracking, Draco. You don't usually say anything that
harsh unless you're close to the end."
"What's the end?" I asked roughly.
"You don't know, Draco?" He kissed me. A quick peck of
a kiss, but still a kiss that left me hanging. He did this every
time...
I pulled him closer to me and kissed him back. Passion and desire
was embodied in our kiss, fast and furious. I was taller than he,
and as I pushed him against the wall, I felt my strength more too.
Only a slight cough stopped us from going any further.
Hermione Granger stood, looking faintly confused and mildly
shocked. I just stood there helplessly.
Harry turned to me. "Draco Malfoy! You little slut... Of all
the people in Hogwarts! You just kissed me!" He ran off,
laughing hysterically, leaving Hermione and I looking as confused
as each other.
"I...I didn't kiss him," I told Hermione reassuringly.
She grinned at me. "I knew Harry was...you know, gay. But
you, Malfoy?" She smirked. "I learn something new every
day."
'K...the Harry laughing hysterically bit was...me feeling crazy. People have asked about it, but...it made me laugh at the time (which was like, one am or something).