A/N: Welcome to the first edition of Mushy & Slushy! It'll be a short little fic, longer than I mean it to be (as that happens in most of my fics). But mostly it's a ficcie.

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Well, now that that's over with, let's get on with the story! Here goes, and hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to R/R!

~Mia

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Harry Potter strolled into the Great Hall, looking around. He saw many eyes, girls /and/ boys, glancing his way. Some lingered, some didn't, but the eyes that he caught were the silvery ones of Draco Malfoy.

Why's Malfoy looking at me funny? Harry wondered, and went to sit down next to his friends, having no idea how jealous Draco looked. (When Draco wants something that he can't have, you better get the hell out of there!)

At the Slytherin table, said boy sighed. How he wished that the raven haired boy could be his. But he knew that even if Harry (by some lucky chance) was gay, he would never go for Draco. He and Weasley would most likely pair up...

(Mia: No WAY, Draco!)

"Whassa matter, Draky schmoopsie poo?" Pansy Parkinson said in a wannabe- angelic voice. "Had a bad dream about Potter? I know his face is scary, Draky, but you gotta get over it." She smoothed his hand with her own as all of the Slytherins sniggered appreciatively.

"Shut up!" Draco said in a low voice.

Everyone looked at him, astonished. "I mean - I'm not scared," he said in a hard, cold voice. "There's no way Potter's face scares me. Though I think it intimidates Longbottom." He indicated his head toward Neville, who looked distinctly frightened about some kind of test and staring straight 'through' Harry (though the Slytherins didn't know that).

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It was the pitch black of night. Harry was lying in bed, his chest bare as usual - after growing up quickly out of childhood, he had felt rather imprisoned by tops, which was why he slept with the covers pulled down to his waist. He just couldn't hide under blankets anymore. It made him feel uncomfortable.

A shadow was making its way toward him, and Harry's green eyes followed its movements. It was hooded and unfamiliar. It picked up the blanket and shoved it aside, then thrust its fingers into his pants. He was shocked for a moment, and about to yell, but cold fingers covered his mouth. They dragged off his pants and began feeling him. Then Harry began to feel turned on. His arousal stiffened and grew larger, and the stranger kneaded it with experienced hands.

Who the hell is that? Harry wondered, while moaning in pleasure. The stranger put a finger to his lips, then laughed as he cast a Silencing Charm around the curtains of Harry's bed. He yanked off his own pants and Harry's boxers and underwear and thrust himself into Harry. He gasped, glassy-eyed, and his body grew stiff. When the stranger was sure he was okay, he thrust himself in and out of Harry, and Harry groaned. The stranger giggled and kissed his chest, letting his lips linger. Harry shot out his hand to the stranger's own arousal, and gripped it, sure that it was a boy now.

As he did, the cloak slipped off, and Harry's eyes grew huge. Before he could say anything, the stranger shoved himself inside Harry so hard that he screamed in pleasure. Then the stranger had pulled his hood back up and was running his fingers down Harry's body. His lips came down hard on Harry's, his tongue inside Harry's mouth, and Harry let him do so, while the skilled boy fondled Harry. Finally, as Harry let out a final gasp, Draco Malfoy tumbled off the bed and raced out of the room, leaving Harry panting on the bed.



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A/N: Did you like it? I hope so. Anyway, I enjoyed writing it. If you want more, review or email me. You can contact me at dancing_raizins@yahoo.com or you can just review. I don't really have a preference. Thanks for reading!!

~Mia