Part 2
Draco watched Harry disappear around a corner, his mouth hovering mere inches from the floor. His mind was screaming at him, saying things like "what in the name of Slytherin just happened here?" and "Who does he think he is kissing me like that?" and "Wait, I was the one who did the kissing... What in bloody hell was I thinking?"
Draco closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose, trying in vain to get his heart to stop racing faster than Harry on his Firebolt. "Now there's a lovely mental picture," mumbled Draco, turning around to face the window nearby and looking out toward the Quidditch pitch. Draco could feel himself getting very interested in the picture that was zooming through his mind...
"What's a lovely mental picture?" a voice behind him crooned.
Draco spun around and was instantly enveloped in a kiss.
"Well! Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me, Dray?" Blaise Zabini smiled at his boyfriend and pulling away.
Draco felt himself go from his normal pale to slightly-less-pale. "Oh." Draco got control of his emotions and proceeded to move even closer to Blaise than he already was. "Just happy to see you, I guess," said Draco smiling slyly. "Because my wand is in my other robes."
Blaise leered at Draco, and Draco found himself really wanting to be left alone with his previous mental picture. Because who wouldn't want to be left alone with a naked Harry on his broomstick?
~*~ TBC ~*~