Hey! Up today! Like I promised!
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Harry knew there were only two scenarios that could really work in this situation. Jealousy or Gentleman In Distress. It took only a millisecond to figure out how Draco would act while jealous, and he wanted to save that for later. So, while Tylers lips were tempting, he began to resist, knowing that this was what Tyler had in mind.
"Tyler! What the Hell!" He exclaimed, trying to sound convincing. He began to semi-push Tyler away, but winked to let him know the plan.
Tyler caught on fast. "I'm gonna get what I want, Potter. Whether you like it or not..." He made a show of shoving Harry against the wall, and Harry made a whimpering sound. He turned a little, to see if Malfoy was watching. To his delight, he was.
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Draco had turned at the sound of Potter's voice. The first thing he saw was the object of his every thought that morning being pushed up against the wall. As Potter made a whimpering sound, he felt his blood boil. How DARE that bastard try to touch MY Harry?!?! Wait, MY Harry? I'm going insane.
"Please Tyler," Harry was whimpering as the boy drew long kisses down his neck. Draco was enraged. "I-I-I Don't want to curse you..." Harry was trying to shove the boy away, Draco could see that clearly.
"So don't." The boy mumbled, and Harry gasped as he bit softly, but enough to draw Draco's attention, into the space between his neck and collarbone. Draco's hands balled into fists. It was time to act.
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"What the Hell are you doing to Potter??" Yelled a voice behind them. Tyler stopped and turned.
"What does it look like, Malfoy? Mind your own damn business." he said, turning back to Harry. Harry knew this was where he was supposed to make his escape.
"Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted, pointing his wand at Tyler. He froze, and Harry jumped away from him. Perfect.
Malfoy. He was looking at him worriedly and Harry's heart almost burst. But he had to play his part well, so he acted a little shaken, and only looked into his eyes after many times avoiding them.
"Thanks, Malfoy. For distracting him, I mean." he said, faintly. He placed a hand over the bite mark Tyler had left earlier. It didn't hurt, but he acted like it did.
"Are you alright?" asked Malfoy in, wow!, a WORRIED TONE.
"Ye-yeah. A little shaken, but ok." He said, trying to sound embarrassed. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
"Yeah, well..." Draco seemed a little nervous. Like he didn't know what to say.
They walked in a comfortable silence together, both trying to figure out what to say. They walked outside, without realizing it, and they ended up back on the quidditch field. Memories of that beautiful Blue Moon floated back through Draco's mind. And how Harry looked. Just like a god. His breath almost caught in his throat when he realized that same god was standing not a foot away from him. In something so sexy it should only have been worn by a very horny Slytherin. Or did it just look good on him? He pondered this, as Harry and he sat down on the grass. Would it look good on himself? Maybe. Goyle? Eewe. The Weasel? Pull my eyes out, please. Nope. Only Harry Potter, The Sexiest Boy Who Lived (no pun intended), could pull off an outfit like that. Pull Off? Oh crap. Draco soon found himself imagining Potter giving him a strip tease, and also found himself with a, *ahem*, problem.
CRAP! Snape in a bikini! Snape in a bikini! Snape in a bikini! He was back to normal soon after that image kicked in, and also severely grossed out.
"You ok, Malfoy?" Harry asked him suddenly. Looking into those big green eyes made Draco feel nervous for some reason.
"Yeah. I'm fine." To Draco's extreme discomfort, Harry laid down on the grass, the shirt riding up and showing the tiniest bit of skin. It was so tempting that Draco almost jumped him right there. But instead, he laid down beside the boy, and tried to keep his newest problem hidden.
"So," Draco began. "I guess Tyler noticed your new look today as well. Not that everyone else didn't." He spat the name like it was poison, and felt glad that the boy was not still molesting Potter. Even gladder that Potter was laying here with him. It was... comfortable. Just comfortable.
"Tyler's really nice. I don't know why he would do anything like that to me. I mean, I knew he still liked me after we broke up, but I didn't think he'd go that far..." Huh?
"You went out with him before?!?!" Draco pushed himself up onto his elbows, and looked at the boy, surprised. "I didn't even know you were gay!!!"
"Yeah... He was my first boyfriend, and my first... you know. But we didn't really click. Our relationship was mostly just physical." Harry said, nonchalantly. Draco gaped.
"I really want someone to talk to, you know? Someone who understands what it's like to be under constant surveillance from the general public. At the very least, someone who can make me laugh." He said, a few minutes later, giving Draco time to drink it all in. "Oh, and guess what? You can't make fun of me for being gay either, 'cuz then I can just turn the joke back on you." Harry smirked.
"Hey! That's mine!" Draco pouted, pointing to the smirk. Harry smirked wider.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah! Mine!" Draco pouted even more. Harry smirked even wider, looking almost evil.
"Want it back?"
"Yes! That's my smirk!"
"Alright." Harry slowly, seductively, ran a finger over his own lips. As he traced them, they melted back into his original smile. Then, to Draco's surprise, the same finger was traced lightly over his own lips. Ever so lightly. Draco felt himself become aroused as the teasing finger worked. It was slowly moving over his lips, shaping them. Finally, the finger pulled away, and Draco's mouth was in the shape of a smirk.
"There ya go, Ferret-Boy! You got your smirk back! Happy?" Before Draco could answer, Harry was on his feet and walking back to the castle. Draco sat there, stunned.
He sat there in thought. My God! Harry Potter just turned me on! Twice! Hew licked his lips, tasting the salt of Harry's skin. Tomorrow would be payback...
Oh yes. And Payback is sweet....