Disclaimer: sigh If they haven't figured out that I am not J.K. Rowling then I must be a damn good writer.
Rating: Merow
A/N: Whoo more author's notes! I am just so thankful for all the reviews it makes it worthwhile to write. Especially to LilyBetyPotter who was first to answer my shameless need for people to read my first story after reading this one.
Chapter 5
Draco stared at the slightly worn textbook in his hands. 'I can not believe such a perfect opportunity came up like this.' He turned the textbook around in his hands as if memorizing every minute detail of the neglect it had obviously been through.
'It doesn't seem like Potter cares much for this poor book.' Draco slipped the stolen treasure into his bag and sauntered out of the classroom. 'I do believe I will let him sweat about it for a while before I become the hero and return it to him.' He reached the Slytherin common room without running into any unpleasant surprises and proceeded straight to his private room.
He flopped down on his bed in a very un-Malfoyish way and stared into the deep recesses of his bed canopy. He closed his eyes while he waited for the vision of deep green eyes to visit him. He did not have long to wait. Just after he shut his eyelids a phantom hand started stroking up and down his thigh, begging to touch flesh.
Draco's body responded, not needing the touch of a real lover to become excited. Draco held back a moan as he unbuttoned his pants and kicked off his shoes. He could barely get the buttons on his shirt undone before the ghost hand trailed itself up the left leg of his boxers. Draco stiffened with anticipation, his shirt was halfway off of his body and his chest was heaving.
Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Two hard knocks followed by three soft ones.
"Damnit!" He roared at the door hoping to scare his intruder off. He glanced at the clock and realized with surprise that it was almost the end of lunch. 'I think fate has something against me.' Draco mused as he struggled back into his clothes trying to make himself look presentable.
"Do I even have to try?" He asked his mirror.
"Not for me dear." Draco shot the mirror one of his trademark smirks before heading down the corridor picking up his bag along the way.
He followed Crabbe and Goyle to Charms. It was all he could do to stop from gagging at their stench. He finally got it through their thick heads that he was going to be first as they reached the third landing and came into view of the Golden Trio.
"Harry, please don't tell me you forgot it again? Snape is going to have a conniption fit if he finds out! This is the second book you have lost since the beginning of school!" Hermoine's shrill outcry rang through the halls. All present Slytherins and a couple Ravenclaws snickered. Draco watched greedily as Harry glanced around guiltily.
"I went back to look for it but it was gone. So I figured I put it in my bag already."
"Are you meaning this Potter?" Draco drawled as he pulled the potion book out of his bag.
"Malfoy! Get your hands off of my book!" Harry took three menacing steps toward Draco before the presence of Crabbe and Goyle intruded on his angry mind.
"Cool down Potter. We wouldn't want the Boy Who Lived to die from a simple heart attack." Draco tossed the book towards Harry and it fell with a thump at the Golden Boy's feet. Draco raked his eyes purposefully up Harry's body.
"You can thank me later." There was no mistaking the innuendo in his voice. The gathered students watched him climb the next staircase in utter shock. Draco could not keep the smirk from his face.
'I just love the look on Potter's face when he gets embarrassed.' He licked his lips causing the Hufflepuff passing to shiver involuntarily as he imagined what Draco's tongue was capable of. Draco smirked again.
'I am just too bloody hot.' He walked into the Charms classroom and got out a blank piece of parchment. 'Time for some evil planning.' Professor Flitwick was surprised at the enthusiasm Draco seemed to be putting into the class and awarded Slytherin 5 house points for taking diligent notes.
'Good thing he isn't going to check what I have really been doing.' Draco glanced down at his sketch. It showed a simple note with hearts and swirls doodled all over it. He grinned again as he reread his handiwork.
Dear Harry,
I don't know how long I will be able to last without the soft brush of your skin against mine. The sound of your voice is too beautiful even in anger for me to want to miss a word. Please tell me that you will reconsider my offer of friendship that was extended so long ago and join me where you belong. In my arms, my heart, my bed.
Forever yours, D
The bell rang for the end of class giving him ten minutes to move to Arithmacy. Draco stood up and stretched. He stopped when he heard a soft sigh behind him and realized that the Ravenclaw girl that had accosted him earlier was watching him like a hawk. Draco glared at her hoping that she would get the hint that he wanted nothing to do with her.
She simply mouthed '11:30' at him and winked in what she must have thought as a becoming manner and flounced out of class. Draco picked up his bag and made the long trek upstairs. 'Bloody Gryffindors have it so easy. They get all their classrooms so close to their common room.' He conveniently forgot that they had to travel much farther than any house when wanting to eat.
Draco was seriously considering sleeping while the Arithmacy teacher droned on and on about the importance of fractions in magic. He took out the note unaware of Hermoine's eyes flicking over to him and just managing to read what was written there. He did hear her soft gasp but attributed it to something clever the teacher must have said.
'I can't give this to him. He just might think I want more than a simple roll between the sheets.' Draco quickly scanned the room and seeing as the teacher's back was to the class he muttered a breathy,
"Inceindo" And the parchment was no more than ashes which were discreetly brushed off onto the floor. 'I will just keep the Phantom Potter hostage inside my head until I get a chance to capture the real one.' With the determination that comes only from sex deprived teens he started on his homework so that he could spend the whole night in the throes of ecstasy.