Authoress Note: TA DA!! This is ACTUALLY the SECOND Harry/Draco fic I've written, but the other one I just haven't been able to upload because either fanfiction.net was being a bitch and not working, or I decided to change something to it. *hehe* I've been writing this one all weekend, well Saturday and Sunday. And I finished it late last night. I for once am VERY extremely happy with it!! ((Jadyn, thanks for reading it and telling me what to fix and change! Love ya!)) here is the fic. so read it if u like, review if u want, and flames, as always, are welcome. yea im strange….

This is SLASH!! So if that's not your cup of tea, don't read it!!! But I know you really want to, even if you keep telling yourself slash is disgusting and horrible!!!! GIVE IN!!! YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT!!!!!!!! READ IT READ IT.

And now, for your slashing pleasure…..

This Obsession of Mine

It's taking over me, this obsession of mine. I can't eat or sleep. I can only think of him. When I close my eyes, I see him, I picture his perfect body. When I listen, I only hear his voice, which sends shivers down my spine.  I am lost in my own world of dreams. Thinking of him, thinking of touching him is intoxicating, and I can barely breathe. If only I could tell him of this obsession of mine.

Honestly, I did hate the boy. He's inky coloured, untamed hair was appalling to me. And that disgusting scar that was left from the Dark Lord my own father worships and wants me to as well. But now, oh God, now how I long to run my fingers through that gorgeous hair. How I long to betray my father and kill the evil monster that left that mark of pain on that boys beautiful body. But I did hate him once, and for a brief time I was free from this obsession of mine.

Ah but now, I couldn't feel more different about him. I want to hear him say my name. I want to whisper sweet things in his ear, and hear him laugh when I say something that only he will find amusing. I want to feel my lips pressed against his soft ones. Everyday, my passion grows and grows. Perhaps if my dark desires came true, it would be weakened, this obsession of mine.

Or maybe the obsession would become stronger, and take complete power of me. It's true though, he makes me so weak. I'd give up my body and soul, my whole being, everything, just to touch him, to feel him just once. Why can't I tell him? Why can't I go up to him, tell him how I feel and just…kiss him? Even if he would hate me forever after that, I would still have that to treasure forever, that kiss. I have to tell him now. I need to tell him of this obsession of mine.

I approach him, slowly, cautiously. He is talking and laughing with his friends. I wanted him to be alone! I can't let them see me do this. Oh, Jesus Christ, I know he'll kill me if I say it to him. but I have to do it now. Right now...

I gently grab his arm, and pull him a few steps away from his now smirking, yet surprised friends. He looks at me with confusion, then sighs.

"What do u want, Malfoy?" his words sound harsh and annoyed and cut through me like a blade. I can feel tears start to form in my eyes. Malfoys don't cry, Draco. Can't ruin the Malfoy name by crying like a girl. Oh fuck the Malfoy name....

"I..Harry..I.." I stutter my words, and he raises his adorable eyebrows at me.

"What's with using my first name, Malfoy? And why the hell are u stuttering like a stupid arse?"

I can't get the words out, so I do the thing I've wanted to do for so long. I pull him to me and kiss him. Oh my God, it's even better then I had imagined. Better then I could have ever dreamed of! His lips are sweet and soft and taste like...cream...I hear him gasp between our lips, startled by what I did. But then the most amazing thing happens. he starts to kiss me back. But just as he parted his lips, an offer for me to let my tongue enter his delectable mouth someone takes hold of Harrys shoulder, ripping us apart with such force Harry stumbles a bit.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" It was Weasley who had pulled us apart, and now anger and hate fills his eyes. Harry looks at me, and he looks so lost. Hermione Granger looks at us in shock and disbelief. I turn to face Harry again, ignoring the extremely pissed off looking red head. I pull him close to me.

"Harry, I...I've wanted you for so long" I confess in barely a whisper, saying it only in his ear. He looks into my eyes, and he pulls me into his sweet embrace. He kisses my nose, then presses his lips to mine. And, to my great ecstasy, I hear him whisper

"Me too..."