Chapter 2: No Good Thing (Comes Out Of Yoga)

Disclaimer: Nope, even as much as I want to, I don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy or any part of the Potter Universe. Warner Bros and JK Rowling do, the lucky gits. Don't sue.

Notes: Takes place year after Order of the Phoenix

Summary: Total rubbish. and H/D ::maniacal grin::

Ok, so fighting with Draco Malfoy was erotic. Harry Potter sighed and ran a hand through his eternally messy hair. Or should he be called 'Hatty' Potter? Seemed to suit him. Tussling with your arch-enemy shouldn't turn you on. But the recollection of it got him a raging hard-on. During dinner. Could you imagine how uncomfortable something like that was?

Think of Cederic Diggory dying, think of Voldemort, think of Sirius falling past the veil, think of Draco Malfoy only wearing a veil…fuck.

Fuck.

He had tripped over something. Something soft, warm and making a lot of howling noises. Harry blinked and put on his glasses, which had somehow fallen off his nose when he fell.

'Draco Malfoy?!'

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Sometimes, Draco Eustace Malfoy wondered if Harry-Fucking-Potter was talented, or just plain lucky. He tended to believe the latter. After all, someone who was so apt a bumbling around and managing to save the world at the same time had to have a lot of luck. If only that sort of luck didn't just apply to saving the world.

Draco Eustace Malfoy was just wondering how much he should sue Harry Potter for.

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He didn't know whether to laugh his head off, or be worried at the Death Glare ™ that Draco Malfoy was shooting in his direction.

'HAHAHAHA! YOGA?! I can't believe it!'

If looks could kill, Harry Potter would have gone through all the levels of Hell. Thrice.

But you had to admit, Draco Malfoy looked so cute while he was meditating, only that the normal serene expression that you would expect on a person doing yoga was replaced by a furious/embarrassed scowl.

'Potter! If you tell anyone I will personally…'

'Personally do what?'

'Skewer you alive!'

'With what?'

'With…with…with my wand!'

The look on Malfoy's face was priceless.

Harry just gave him one of his !Evil Harry™ looks. The cogs in his brain were churning. Malfoy just looked helpless.

This year looked promising.

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