What am I going to do know?

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is not mine it belongs to JK Rowling.  Nothing is being made from this its just for fun.

Summary: Just a little Harry/Draco and the problems teenagers (in a magical sense) can get themselves into. 

A/N: Thanks for the reviews

Smug in the knowledge

Sat at the Gryffindor table on the other side of the great hall Harry Potter, fondly known as 'the boy who lived' was happily enjoying dinner with his two best friends.  Hermione Granger rolled her eyes at the boys as Harry and Ron started to talk about quidditch again.  The boys were debating the up coming season and the possible replacements for the players the Gryffindor team had lost last year.  As quidditch captain Harry would need to observe the trails carefully.  He and Ron discussed which Gryffindor's they thought would trail and possible positions.  Soon the topic of conversation switch to the opposing houses, working out who had left last year and which positions they would have open.

Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck prickle Harry looked up just in time to see Draco Malfoy staring at him.  Eyes locking with each other for a second Harry smiled to him self as he watched the other boy blush ever so slightly and quickly look away.

A sly smirk spread over Harry's face as he thought about what had caused the soft pink flush that had crept over Draco's icy cool exterior.  Draco watching was something Harry had gotten really good at over the last six years, some would say it was almost an obsession.  Thinking about this Harry had to agree it was and it was driving him crazy.

Harry raised an eyebrow slightly as he noticed the tall blondes attention was now firmly fixed on the strawberry cheesecake that had appeared for dessert that evening.  Now that was strange he thought I was sure Draco didn't like strawberry's, in fact Harry was confident about this little piece of information.  Had he not tormented the Slytherin last year when he had begged Dobby the house elf that strawberry desserts would make him really happy and true to form Dobby had delivered a whole week of strawberry based puddings and cakes.

At that moment he was brought back into the real world as Ron nudged him in the ribs.  Looking up at his friend Harry nodded and Ron carried on with what he had been saying about the Ravenclaw team. 

Helping him self to a generous portion of strawberry cheesecake Harry's mind wandered back to his favourite topic.  Glancing to the side he was relieved to see Ron now talking to Seamus as this left him free to do a little Draco watching in peace.

Savouring the first mouthful of the delicious dessert Harry smiled but more due to the fact that he was remembering the feel of smooth silky skin that he knew was hidden under those expensive black robes of a certain Slytherin.  The memory of his hand rough and tanned from hours of weeding at the Dursley's that summer travelling over the creamy taut thigh as they pursued their goal.  Icy grey eyes softening under the influence of being aroused, lashes fluttering as each wave of desire spread through the beautifully sculptured body.  The muffled sighs and groans that had escaped through those soft pink lips. 

Shifting uneasily in his seat Harry cast a glance down and quickly adjusted his robes.  Cautiously he glanced at Ron and then Hermione and sighed neither of them were paying him any attention, he'd got away with it but how much longer was he going to be able to do this. 

Looking back at Ron Harry closed his eyes for a second at the thought of what his best friend for the last six years would say if he ever found out.  Smiling to him self Harry was sure that Hermione would not be as much of a problem as Ron.  She was much more realistic, if not even a little bit romantic and she was much more willing to forgive.  After all she had forgiven them back in first year when they had upset her and made her cry.  That little nagging voice in the back of his mind pointed out that they had saved her from a troll, shrugging slightly he thought but still she has always been kind and open to reason.  Yet Malfoy had been more than unpleasant to her over the last six years.  Oh god maybe he should just forget it, he couldn't live without his friends.

Then again why was he worrying, it wasn't as if Draco was going to fall at his feet professing his love for him.  Bloody hell he was still in shock that he had not been hexed into oblivion somewhere in the last six weeks.  He was sure that Draco would have done something to him for what he had claimed as his prize for winning the bet, god he had been stunned the other boy had agreed to it.

Dinner was coming to an end looking around the hall Harry watched the blonde Slytherin stand up, nod at his two lackeys and then glide out of the great hall. 

Watching the other boy leave Harry wondered if this obsession was ever going to go away.  He'd been sure that once he had tasted the other boy it would exorcise his soul but all it seemed to have done was fuel the desire and need he had. 

To make matters worse he had noticed that in the last couple of weeks Draco seemed to be avoiding him at all cost, he hadn't thrown any insults at them never mind purposefully gone out of his way to cause trouble for the three Gryffindor's.

Feeling his robes being tugged Harry looked up to find Hermione standing next to him, smiling up at her Harry got up out of his seat and walked beside her as they made their way out of the great hall.

Ron on one side of him and Hermione on the other they headed for Gryffindor tower and made a plan for the up coming Hogsmeades weekend.

Later that night as Harry lay awake hidden behind the comfort of his bed curtains he decided that he was going to have to do something about the bloody sexy Slytherin. 

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A/N: Next chapter both boys muse over the curse, the bet and its out come.  I know it is still not quite R but I'm getting there I promise.

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