Whew! Just call me butter cuz I'm on a roll! =D First I updated Prophetic Intervention, and now this story! go Crystal, go Crystal! ^_^
Ooh, Draco's a little frisky in this one! XD bad dragon ^_^ or would that be good dragon? LOL. anyway, please review! ^_^
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The next day Harry had expected Malfoy to trudge into the Great Hall at breakfast, looking the same as he did the night before. Miserable and bruised. So he was more than a little surprised when the blonde strode in like he always did, smirking and acting as though he was better than everyone else. Also, the bruise that had discolored the side of the Slytherin's face was completely gone, leaving the skin smooth and clear.
Harry couldn't stop staring until Draco caught his glance. Gray eyes flashed for second before the blonde covered it with a smirk and turned back to his friends. Giving a slight glare, Harry turned his own attention to Ron and Seamus' conversation about some Quidditch something-or-other. But as much as he tried to pay attention, he couldn't. His thoughts kept going back to Draco, though that angered him. Why the hell should he care about the idiot, especially when he seemed perfectly fine? He hadn't dreamt the encounter last night, had he?
Harry shuddered at the thought, disgusted with the notion that he of all people would dream of *Malfoy*.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
His green gaze landed on Hermione, who had placed her book aside and was looking at him with concern in her chocolate-colored eyes.
"Huh?"
"You look deep in thought, which is new for you this early in the morning."
"Well I was just-- Hey!"
Hermione smiled. "Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood." She looked serious again. "So what's really the matter?"
"Nothing. I.. I was just thinking about a dream I had last night."
"About You-Know-Who?"
"No. No, not this time."
"Well that's a relief. Look, Harry, you know you can talk to Ron and I about anything, right?"
He smiled. Hermione was definitely the Mother-Hen of the group, whether she wanted to be or not. It was jut her style to worry about her friends. "I know, Herm. Thanks."
Hermione looked pleased and turned back to her book, though Harry didn't miss her occasional glances towards the Slytherin table and a certain girl sitting there.
~*~
Later that afternoon Harry was walking alone down one of the many castle corridors, heading to meet Ron for what he and Harry had told Hermione was going to be a 'study session'. Pfft, yeah right! In reality the two of them were going to get something to eat from the kitchen, then go play some Quidditch with their friends. They knew Hermione wouldn't be able to check up on them, since she'd be too busy with her girlfriend.
Gods that still sounded so odd.
The brunette turned a corner sharply and smacked right into someone, both he and the other student stumbling back a few steps. Harry fixed his glasses and was about to apologize when his back was slammed into one of the halls.
"Bloody hell!" he spat out, a jolt of shock and a little pain going through his body. Harry glared at his attacker, gray eyes meeting his gaze. "Malfoy? What the fuck was that for you prick!"
"So what did your little friends say?"
"Huh?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "I know you told them about last night. Don't think I care, mind you, I'm just naturally curious when it comes to possible aim."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry asked stupidly.
Draco released him with a snort. "Gods, and they say blondes are stupid?"
"Shut up. Besides I knew what you were talking about, ass. Why would I tell my friends you get abused?" Ah, so last night wasn't a dream after all.
"Because we're rivals, and why waste a good opportunity to give Weasel something to throw at me next time I fight with his boyfriend?"
"Ron's not my boyfriend!"
"Uh huh, sure. That's why the two of you are attached at the hip."
Harry let out a frustrated noise. Could he get any more stupid? "He's my *friend*, Malfoy. Something you have yet to have."
"Slytherins don't make friends, we make allies."
"This isn't a war movie, Malfoy. No one can survive with just allies."
"Oh Potter you're so right!" Draco said, purposely dramatic. "How will I ever live with myself knowing that I don't have a friend who wants to suck my cock?"
WHAM!
Draco's head snapped to the side at the hit to his face. He slowly turned his head back to look at Harry and smirked, wiping away the blood from his split lip. "Nice one, but my father could do better."
Before Harry could react or retort, he found himself once more behind shoved up against the wall. Draco's face was inches from his own, gray eyes dark.
"Does my pain really turn you on that much, lover-boy?"
"Fuck off, Malfoy," Harry spat, knowing the Slytherin was just trying to get a rise out of him. Like always. He tried to shove the blonde away, but Draco just pressed harder against him.
"You know something, I hate you."
"Wow, newsflash," Harry monotoned.
Draco smirked in amusement. "Got an even bigger one for you." He pressed his lips hard against Harry's, kissing him roughly.
Before Harry could even widen his eyes, the blonde was gone off down the hallway. Harry lifted a slightly shaking hand and brushed at his mouth, his fingers a little bloody when he pulled them back for inspection. Malfoy's blood from the hit.
"Well shit." He knew he should have just walked away.
Ooh, Draco's a little frisky in this one! XD bad dragon ^_^ or would that be good dragon? LOL. anyway, please review! ^_^
~*~
The next day Harry had expected Malfoy to trudge into the Great Hall at breakfast, looking the same as he did the night before. Miserable and bruised. So he was more than a little surprised when the blonde strode in like he always did, smirking and acting as though he was better than everyone else. Also, the bruise that had discolored the side of the Slytherin's face was completely gone, leaving the skin smooth and clear.
Harry couldn't stop staring until Draco caught his glance. Gray eyes flashed for second before the blonde covered it with a smirk and turned back to his friends. Giving a slight glare, Harry turned his own attention to Ron and Seamus' conversation about some Quidditch something-or-other. But as much as he tried to pay attention, he couldn't. His thoughts kept going back to Draco, though that angered him. Why the hell should he care about the idiot, especially when he seemed perfectly fine? He hadn't dreamt the encounter last night, had he?
Harry shuddered at the thought, disgusted with the notion that he of all people would dream of *Malfoy*.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
His green gaze landed on Hermione, who had placed her book aside and was looking at him with concern in her chocolate-colored eyes.
"Huh?"
"You look deep in thought, which is new for you this early in the morning."
"Well I was just-- Hey!"
Hermione smiled. "Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood." She looked serious again. "So what's really the matter?"
"Nothing. I.. I was just thinking about a dream I had last night."
"About You-Know-Who?"
"No. No, not this time."
"Well that's a relief. Look, Harry, you know you can talk to Ron and I about anything, right?"
He smiled. Hermione was definitely the Mother-Hen of the group, whether she wanted to be or not. It was jut her style to worry about her friends. "I know, Herm. Thanks."
Hermione looked pleased and turned back to her book, though Harry didn't miss her occasional glances towards the Slytherin table and a certain girl sitting there.
~*~
Later that afternoon Harry was walking alone down one of the many castle corridors, heading to meet Ron for what he and Harry had told Hermione was going to be a 'study session'. Pfft, yeah right! In reality the two of them were going to get something to eat from the kitchen, then go play some Quidditch with their friends. They knew Hermione wouldn't be able to check up on them, since she'd be too busy with her girlfriend.
Gods that still sounded so odd.
The brunette turned a corner sharply and smacked right into someone, both he and the other student stumbling back a few steps. Harry fixed his glasses and was about to apologize when his back was slammed into one of the halls.
"Bloody hell!" he spat out, a jolt of shock and a little pain going through his body. Harry glared at his attacker, gray eyes meeting his gaze. "Malfoy? What the fuck was that for you prick!"
"So what did your little friends say?"
"Huh?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "I know you told them about last night. Don't think I care, mind you, I'm just naturally curious when it comes to possible aim."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry asked stupidly.
Draco released him with a snort. "Gods, and they say blondes are stupid?"
"Shut up. Besides I knew what you were talking about, ass. Why would I tell my friends you get abused?" Ah, so last night wasn't a dream after all.
"Because we're rivals, and why waste a good opportunity to give Weasel something to throw at me next time I fight with his boyfriend?"
"Ron's not my boyfriend!"
"Uh huh, sure. That's why the two of you are attached at the hip."
Harry let out a frustrated noise. Could he get any more stupid? "He's my *friend*, Malfoy. Something you have yet to have."
"Slytherins don't make friends, we make allies."
"This isn't a war movie, Malfoy. No one can survive with just allies."
"Oh Potter you're so right!" Draco said, purposely dramatic. "How will I ever live with myself knowing that I don't have a friend who wants to suck my cock?"
WHAM!
Draco's head snapped to the side at the hit to his face. He slowly turned his head back to look at Harry and smirked, wiping away the blood from his split lip. "Nice one, but my father could do better."
Before Harry could react or retort, he found himself once more behind shoved up against the wall. Draco's face was inches from his own, gray eyes dark.
"Does my pain really turn you on that much, lover-boy?"
"Fuck off, Malfoy," Harry spat, knowing the Slytherin was just trying to get a rise out of him. Like always. He tried to shove the blonde away, but Draco just pressed harder against him.
"You know something, I hate you."
"Wow, newsflash," Harry monotoned.
Draco smirked in amusement. "Got an even bigger one for you." He pressed his lips hard against Harry's, kissing him roughly.
Before Harry could even widen his eyes, the blonde was gone off down the hallway. Harry lifted a slightly shaking hand and brushed at his mouth, his fingers a little bloody when he pulled them back for inspection. Malfoy's blood from the hit.
"Well shit." He knew he should have just walked away.