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Draco was fuming for the rest of the day. He couldn't stop his face from turning red every time he thought of what Potter had done to him. That queer had a lot of balls to do what he did. Draco hoped for Harry's sake that he knew he wasn't going to get away with…stuff like that.

And yet, Draco couldn't get up the nerve to do anything. What if Harry did it again, and someone saw, and then the whole school thought he was a huge queen too? He couldn't have that. It would humiliate him. And his family. The Malfoy's were NEVER the but of any joke.

Draco found he couldn't concentrate on any of his classes. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop THINKING about Harry. It wasn't like that, of course. He was just so angry that he couldn't get his head straight.

He kept seeing that stupid, casual smirk on his face as he placed his hand flat on Draco's ass. And he squeezed. It was the squeeze of someone who was really enjoying himself. Goosebumps rose up on Draco's white flesh. He gripped his quill so tight that he accidentally bent it in half and had to ask for a new one.

Finally, classes were over and Draco couldn't have been happier. He couldn't remember a single thing any of his professors had said all day. He was tired of trying to look like he was paying attention. He just wanted to eat and go up to his dorm, where he was away from that sick boy.

He took his seat at the long Slytherin table next to Crabbe and Goyle, who were moronically dueling with their utensils. The were so caught up that they didn't notice Draco sit down. They were squealing out low pitched grunts and laughing in a way that sounded like they were going into cardiac arrest.

Back in his younger years he'd liked having the brawny boys around to protect him and to laugh at his jokes even though they didn't get them. But now he was finding them increasingly annoying and useless. He no longer need their protection. By now, he was untouchable. No one ever messed with Draco Malfoy.

Except Harry Potter, he thought grumpily.

He scooted away from Goyle who was jabbing him in the side with his elbow. His big arm was flailing all over the place, and the clang of metal on metal was irritating. Draco tried to push him away, but the idiot was in his own, simple little world. Draco gave up and plopped his head down in his hands, rubbing his temples. Today was not a good day.

"Hey, Draco. I heard about you and Potter. I just wanted to say, no offense taken about last night. I know why you didn't want to be with me. You bat for the all boy team now, huh?"

Draco's shot an icy glare up at the bleach blonde standing over him. Those disgusting, oil slicked lips were turned up into a victorious smile.

"Fuck off, Pansy. I'm not in the mood," he growled. His hands gripped the edge of the table. He wasn't going to take much more of this.

She shrugged, "I just wanted to know that I'm supportive of your decision to come out to all of us. And I think Harry is a very nice boy."

She was still wearing that grin, like she was holding something over him. Like she thought she was going to get the best of Draco Malfoy.

He shot up, knocking over his empty plate.

"I'm not a fucking fag, Pansy. The reason I didn't want to be with you last night is that I find you repulsive. Your so lose, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. Who knows what kind of things are crawling around in your disgusting cunt," he yelled. His breath was ragged. Where had his anger came from?

Pansy was suddenly serious, "Fine. I'm sorry you feel that way, Draco."

Everyone was staring again, and Pansy's eyes were getting wet. Oh shit, he thought. Please don't make a scene, Pansy. That was the last thing he needed today.

"You can be a real bastard sometimes, Draco," she said between clenched teeth. A black tear mixed with mascara trailed down her cheek. Oh God, this was going to be bad.

He opened his mouth to say something, but a hand on his shoulder startled him into silence. He felt an arm slip around his waist.

"Yeah, he a bastard during the day, but at night he's amazing," A familiar voice purred behind him, the words tickling his ear and almost causing him to shiver.

Draco felt sick. He couldn't move. Couldn't think. Could even get angry. He was just shocked.

Potter.

The hand on his waist went flat and ran up his stomach to his chest, were his heart was thudding madly. Another hand slid over his belt buckle. He felt Harry's body press up behind him, and his hair tickle his ear.

"Draco's a real wild man, I'll tell you. But don't let his whole sadistic act fool you. He's a total bitch in bed."

Draco flung himself around, tearing Harry's arms off him. He found himself nose to nose with the black haired boy, staring right into his fizzy green eyes. But he didn't back off.

"You. Faggot." He said, saying each word like a death threat. "What do you think you're doing?"

Harry didn't back off either, "I think you owe this lady an apology for what you said to her. It was no way to speak to a lady."

"Don't play around with me, Potter," Draco warned.

"I'll save that for latter," Harry grinned. It was then that Draco noticed that the table was roaring with laughter. Something in him snapped. Broke.

For the first time in his life, he was at a complete lose.

He grabbed Harry by the collar and yanked him from the Great Hall. The big doors slammed behind them and he shoved Harry against the stone wall. Harry slouched back. Looking nervous for the first time. Draco pressed his elbow across Harry's chest, and pushed his face in front of Harry's so close that he could feel his stifled breath.

"Malfoy…"Harry started.

"Shut up, Potter!" Draco snapped. Harry's lips parted and went slack. His eyes were wide and had lost the mischievous glint they held a few moments ago.

Draco held him there a moment, enjoying the feel of Harry's heart pounding in his chest and hear his strangled breath. Then he got to the point.

"What can I do to get you to stop," he asked.

A look of confusion came over Harry's face. "What?"

"I said 'What can I do for you?' To get you to stop doing that," Draco repeated briefly. He was looking annoyed.

"Uh…"

Draco slammed Harry harder in the chest, "Come on!"

Harry pushed him away lightly, "Ok, ok. I just want you to leave me alone. Stop harassing me, and I'll stop harassing you."

Draco thought about that. It was fair. And he was willing to agree to anything to get Harry to stop humilationg him in front of everyone. If it kept up, everyone would lose the respect for him he'd spent so many years building up. His rep as untouchable would vanish.

"Fine," he spat. "Deal."

Harry nodded and held out his hand. Draco's skin prickled.

"Ok, deal," Harry said. He kept his hand out. Draco stared at it a moment, before slipping his pale hand into Harry's big one. His own hand looked delicate compared to Harry's. He ignored the tingle that spread up his arm at the touch and quickly jerked his hand away.

"Alright. Now fuck off, Potter," he growled.

Harry shrugged and smiled lightly.

"No problem. See you around, Draco."

He slipped back into the Great Hall.

Draco.

Malfoy didn't like the casual way he'd used his first name. It spread a strange feeling over his body, which has passed off as repugnance.