A/N: Sorry for the long time it took me to write this next chapter. Perhaps if I got more reviews it would spark my creativity *hint hint* Anyway, I hope everyone who's reading this but NOT REVIEWING enjoys this next chapter.
Thanks to Yasmin: Divine thing for your review. Yes, I will be continuing Draco and Harry's relationship. I am trying to do such without just saying "They were attracted and they had sex." LOL. Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Chapter 3 -- What?
Harry had NOT enjoyed his Potions class. He had been expecting Draco to be in his class, and he had been looking forward to being able to stare at the back of that wonderfully blond head for a whole two hours. Instead, he found out that there had been a scheduling error, and that Draco had Defense Against the Dark Arts during this block.
So, instead of enjoying two hours of handsome Malfoy, he had been stuck with two hours of mean, greasy Snape.
Joy and rapture.
Now, Harry was just trying to relax in the Common Room. Of course, he didn't even get that luxury, because Ron came into the room and wanted to discuss the latest first year girls. For some odd reason that Harry couldn't quite figure out, Ron had a thing for ... well ... REALLY young girls. Or perhaps that was just Harry's feelings, because he wasn't interested in girls. Maybe normal guys DID like young girls.
Harry shrugged and Ron looked at him funny.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Nothing ... just keep talking," Harry said in a bored tone.
"Fine! If you want to be like that, I'll find someone who DOES appreciate my friendship!" With that, Ron stormed out of the Common Room, and left Harry feeling bewildered in front of the fire.
Several hours later, Harry awoke, with a feeling of confusion. Where was he? Then he realized that he was sitting in front of the fireplace with Hermione staring at him like he was a ghost.
"What, Hermione?"
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"You talk in your sleep, Harry," Hermione replied, trying to keep her voice calm. "Do you remember what you were dreaming about?"
Harry shook his head, and Hermione blushed slightly as she realized he had no idea what he had been talking about. Maybe no one else had heard him. Maybe she didn't have to tell him the ... disgusting things he had been saying. But, no, he was now looking worried and she knew that he would start to beg for her to tell him if she didn't say anything.
"Well, Harry, see ... you were ... well ... how do I say this? You were saying some things about ... Draco."
Harry's face flushed a deep crimson, and he sank low into the velvet red armchair. Hermione vaguely heard him whisper, "What was I talking about, Hermione?"
Hermione shuffled her feet over the Oriental rug that was on the floor, and she answered slowly, "Well, you said ... that ... uh ... you were saying ... gosh Harry this is hard ... you were telling Draco to kiss you harder ... and ... some other things."
Harry was now so low in his chair that he could and should have been sitting on the floor. "Oh God," he moaned, and then asked Hermione to please leave him alone. She did, and she continued to look back at him as she walked out the portrait-hole.
When she got out of the Common Room, she couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. She had suspected that Harry was gay, but she had NEVER thought that he would be attracted to MALFOY!
Of course, she reminded herself quickly, you seem to be attracted to a Malfoy as well ... just not the same one.
But, was there any difference?
She was leaning on the wall next to the Fat Lady, pondering this question, when Professor Malfoy walked past. Her heart began to race, and she watched his eyes intently for some recognition. Just before he passed her, his eyes glanced over her, then he swept through the corridor and was gone. She knew she was probably crazy and hearing things, but she thought she had heard him say, "Keep cool, Lucius."
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Draco knew, from the moment that he walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, his second one since the term started, that his father was attracted to Hermione Granger. He found it revolting. He wasn't quite sure HOW he knew, but every time his father walked past that stupid Mudblood there was something in the air. Draco wanted to be rid of it. Hadn't his father always been against Mudbloods? Why was he almost flirting with one?
Of course, he wasn't one to talk, he supposed. He was feeling flattered whenever Potter looked him up and down. And, as of late, he had even been getting excited when Potter stared between his legs. He didn't understand it, and he didn't want to admit it, but maybe he was a little attracted to Potter, which was almost as bad as his father and Granger!
Draco saw Harry walking down the corridor. There was no one else around them. Harry slowed as he reached Draco, and Draco could see the unveiled lust in Potter's eyes. Draco, without even meaning to, was becoming aroused to this sensual boy. Potter's eyes were a deep, lucious green that led right into his soul. Draco could see all of his desires etched into his eyes. Harry leaned forward slowly, and Draco realized that he wasn't pulling away. In fact, he noted with some surprise, he was actually leaning to meet Harry's full lips.
"DRACO MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
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A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I figure maybe more of you will REVIEW if I leave it like this! :) So, who saw them? And what is going to happen? Hehehe you'll find out, if you REVIEW!! I NEED YOUR SUPPORT IN ORDER TO KEEP WRITING!! SO PLEASE REVIEW!!
Thanks to Yasmin: Divine thing for your review. Yes, I will be continuing Draco and Harry's relationship. I am trying to do such without just saying "They were attracted and they had sex." LOL. Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Chapter 3 -- What?
Harry had NOT enjoyed his Potions class. He had been expecting Draco to be in his class, and he had been looking forward to being able to stare at the back of that wonderfully blond head for a whole two hours. Instead, he found out that there had been a scheduling error, and that Draco had Defense Against the Dark Arts during this block.
So, instead of enjoying two hours of handsome Malfoy, he had been stuck with two hours of mean, greasy Snape.
Joy and rapture.
Now, Harry was just trying to relax in the Common Room. Of course, he didn't even get that luxury, because Ron came into the room and wanted to discuss the latest first year girls. For some odd reason that Harry couldn't quite figure out, Ron had a thing for ... well ... REALLY young girls. Or perhaps that was just Harry's feelings, because he wasn't interested in girls. Maybe normal guys DID like young girls.
Harry shrugged and Ron looked at him funny.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Nothing ... just keep talking," Harry said in a bored tone.
"Fine! If you want to be like that, I'll find someone who DOES appreciate my friendship!" With that, Ron stormed out of the Common Room, and left Harry feeling bewildered in front of the fire.
Several hours later, Harry awoke, with a feeling of confusion. Where was he? Then he realized that he was sitting in front of the fireplace with Hermione staring at him like he was a ghost.
"What, Hermione?"
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"You talk in your sleep, Harry," Hermione replied, trying to keep her voice calm. "Do you remember what you were dreaming about?"
Harry shook his head, and Hermione blushed slightly as she realized he had no idea what he had been talking about. Maybe no one else had heard him. Maybe she didn't have to tell him the ... disgusting things he had been saying. But, no, he was now looking worried and she knew that he would start to beg for her to tell him if she didn't say anything.
"Well, Harry, see ... you were ... well ... how do I say this? You were saying some things about ... Draco."
Harry's face flushed a deep crimson, and he sank low into the velvet red armchair. Hermione vaguely heard him whisper, "What was I talking about, Hermione?"
Hermione shuffled her feet over the Oriental rug that was on the floor, and she answered slowly, "Well, you said ... that ... uh ... you were saying ... gosh Harry this is hard ... you were telling Draco to kiss you harder ... and ... some other things."
Harry was now so low in his chair that he could and should have been sitting on the floor. "Oh God," he moaned, and then asked Hermione to please leave him alone. She did, and she continued to look back at him as she walked out the portrait-hole.
When she got out of the Common Room, she couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. She had suspected that Harry was gay, but she had NEVER thought that he would be attracted to MALFOY!
Of course, she reminded herself quickly, you seem to be attracted to a Malfoy as well ... just not the same one.
But, was there any difference?
She was leaning on the wall next to the Fat Lady, pondering this question, when Professor Malfoy walked past. Her heart began to race, and she watched his eyes intently for some recognition. Just before he passed her, his eyes glanced over her, then he swept through the corridor and was gone. She knew she was probably crazy and hearing things, but she thought she had heard him say, "Keep cool, Lucius."
****
Draco knew, from the moment that he walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, his second one since the term started, that his father was attracted to Hermione Granger. He found it revolting. He wasn't quite sure HOW he knew, but every time his father walked past that stupid Mudblood there was something in the air. Draco wanted to be rid of it. Hadn't his father always been against Mudbloods? Why was he almost flirting with one?
Of course, he wasn't one to talk, he supposed. He was feeling flattered whenever Potter looked him up and down. And, as of late, he had even been getting excited when Potter stared between his legs. He didn't understand it, and he didn't want to admit it, but maybe he was a little attracted to Potter, which was almost as bad as his father and Granger!
Draco saw Harry walking down the corridor. There was no one else around them. Harry slowed as he reached Draco, and Draco could see the unveiled lust in Potter's eyes. Draco, without even meaning to, was becoming aroused to this sensual boy. Potter's eyes were a deep, lucious green that led right into his soul. Draco could see all of his desires etched into his eyes. Harry leaned forward slowly, and Draco realized that he wasn't pulling away. In fact, he noted with some surprise, he was actually leaning to meet Harry's full lips.
"DRACO MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
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A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I figure maybe more of you will REVIEW if I leave it like this! :) So, who saw them? And what is going to happen? Hehehe you'll find out, if you REVIEW!! I NEED YOUR SUPPORT IN ORDER TO KEEP WRITING!! SO PLEASE REVIEW!!