A/N: Okay, first things first. The plotline is messed up, because it came from a parody that people hated, but wanted another chapter to! This story is good on it's own, but it's also the sequel to What Draco Wants, Draco Gets. Actually it really kinda helps to read that first, cause then things make more sense. Basically, Draco saw something that made him want to change his life, or his personality, for the better. But whatever you want to do. It's good for a random PWP too, if you don't care about the whole preset up. Just scroll down. And yes, I am well aware that Draco is too arrogant in that fic. I meant it that way. That's why he is better now. And I guess that's why I wrote this. Oh yeah, and there's slash. Harry (and implied Ron, but only 1 sentence worth) and Draco slash. It's late at night. And I'm bored. So it's interesting slash. Not all the way, and not sick, for you perverts out there. Oh, and now Draco is too NON-arrogant. Sorry. Have fun!
Disclaimer: I am so sorry J.K. Rowling for manipulating your characters like this.
Oh yeah, takes place however many months after WDWDG that you feel like putting in.
Draco woke up, took a quick shower, and brushed his hair. He styled it with some store brand hair gel, but not too much as to waste it. He slipped into his robes, straightening out his collar. While greeting Pansy and Blaise, the newest Slytherin couple, he grabbed his backpack that he had prepared the night before.
He ambled to the Great Hall, hands in his pockets. He discussed the latest broomsticks with Crabbe and Goyle on the way.
.....
Draco looked over his shoulder, hearing a defiant slam of a door, followed by various cussing. He noticed Harry was the culprit, with red eyes and a scowl on his face. He was mumbling something under his breath.
"It's finished, get over it. Come on, you knew I was going out with Herm! We're still friends, right? Of course! Come on, don't do this to me!" Ron pleaded.
Harry pretended not to notice as he stomped off, even more furious than before. Everyone else turned around, confused and bewildered, not knowing what to infer about the situation.
But Draco knew. Ron and Harry had been on and off for months. Draco had tried to move on, giving Harry one last glance before he stormed into the cafeteria. Draco sighed, hoping that maybe this time, it was finally done.
"So, you gonna get the Flash model?" Goyle asked.
Draco's mind soon averted from love to broomsticks as they continued their morning walk.
...Days later... Potions was easily the most boring class of the day. The Gryffindor bashing got old after repeated years of it. He ran a hand through his hair, rather uninterested in today's lesson about concoctions that make your teeth jiggle when you talk. After finishing his work, he began sketching the new Flash broom. About half way through the dull agony, Draco heard a clattering from behind. He whipped his head around to investigate.
"Potter! Why must you disrupt my classroom? I don't think it is very fair to your other classmates when they are actually working." Snape spat with hidden glee, "10 points from Gryffindor!"
But Harry didn't hear Snape, or at least he pretended not to. It was hard to pay attention when his bright green eyes were fixed on him. Draco raised an eyebrow, puzzled, with a "What?" look. Harry stared for a second, but then seemed to realize what he was doing. His cheeks flushed a slight pink. Yet, he calmly turned his head like nothing had happened. Draco thought nothing of it, and continued with his artistic work.
....Several More Days Later...
It was game day, Ravenclaw versus Slytherin. The serpentine table was hissing with gossip about the upcoming Quidditch match. Draco was relishing in the anticipation. He really did love Quidditch, and had begun to practice harder than ever before since a couple of months ago. He was pumped for the game, scarfing down his carb-filled breakfast.
"Draco!" someone called off from the far left. He turned around but couldn't recognize the voice. It was on the tip of his tongue. All he could find, however, were those brilliant emerald eyes. He quickly switched back, shaking his head.
"I could've sworn I saw him smile...at me," He thought. He chugged his water, "No. Don't do this again. You're over that, it's time for the match, focus on anything but hi-that."
...Later that Day...
He swerved past a royal blue object, just missing a long, 50-foot pole. Draco was hot on the trail for the elusive golden ball. He was nearly there when a bludger came out of nowhere, causing Draco to be knocked slightly off course. Draco barely hung onto his broom, his legs holding him upside down. He managed to keep his grip and pull himself upright. After a short chase, he grabbed the snitch and clinched the snake's victory.
Draco felt...great. He had done it. He had worked for it. The crowd was cheering for him, for his team, for the team's win. It was an earned feeling.
....
His team gave him much praise for the catch; Slytherin hadn't won a game in awhile. Draco blushed, rather shy.
"Come on, all you guys did great, too," he truthfully told, "I'll meet up with you guys later, I've gotta find my broom."
The team left, with Draco looking around at the ground for his equipment.
"Nice game you played there," said an impressed voice.
Draco's eyes darted upward, surprised to see the thin Gryffindor smiling above him. He blinked, realizing,
"Oh, thanks," he bit his lip, nervous.
"I think you owe me a rematch, what kind of game was that in the beginning of the year," Harry smirked, arms crossed.
Draco sneered, rolling his eyes.
"That was awhile ago..." he muttered, walking away.
Harry went over to him, kissing him gently on the cheek,
"I'm so glad you've changed," he smiled.
Draco's blue eyes lit up, stunned.
"I thought you were going out with-"
Harry put his hand over Draco's mouth, a flash of anger in his eyes.
"No, that's," Harry took a breath, calming himself down. He put his arms down," That's done with."
Draco rubbed the back of his neck, sorry for bringing up the sore topic. Harry moved away, sitting on the ground, his shoulders drooped. His milky white neck was exposed to the cool air. Draco sat down next to him, leaning over towards the small boy. He locked his lips with the abandoned soul.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he leaned back, leading him on. Draco crawled over him, their lips entwining fervently. Draco pressed Harry against the floor, his tongue brushing on his soft lips, begging for entry. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, bringing him closer. Draco explored the Gryffindor's mouth with his tongue.
He shuddered as Harry ran his hands down his body. His knees weakened and buckled, grinding his hips into his unexpectedly.
Harry whimpered under Draco's force, he could have died of pleasure under his slender body.
....
The Ravenclaw team was off in the distance, their feet and brooms dragging along the floor, whining about how the referee made all the wrong calls. Draco regretfully heard the raven's crowing and bitching, and sat up, straddling him, pressing his hips into his.
Harry let out a loud moan from his pressure. Draco covered Harry's mouth to quiet him as they silently got up. Draco took his hand and led him to a dark part of the locker room.
Draco looked to see if the team had passed as Harry kissing his neck. Draco tried his best to concentrate, but Harry's caressing touch was too much.
"S-stop it," the blonde whispered to no avail.
Harry flickered his tongue along his neck once more. Draco turned, pressing Harry hard against the wall, pinning his hands above his head. Harry had to stifle another moan.
"Listen, if you don't stop, I'm gonna have you right now," Draco said sternly, but Harry didn't seem to have much of a problem.
"And the Ravenclaws wouldn't appreciate that very much, the blabbermouths," he added.
Harry considered, and then nodded disappointedly.
"Fine, we'll do it your way," Harry gave in with a hidden grin.
The royal blue ravens soon passed by as the two went unnoticed. Draco moved back out into the open space, finally picking up his broomstick.
He gave Harry an old-fashioned Draco smirk, walking out of the locker room.
"See you next match, Potter."
A/N: It's past midnight, that's the best ending I could think of. Thanks for viewing, should I make another chapter? Please r&r!