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Chapter 7
Draco could barely contain himself during the rest of his classes. 'Only one more to go, one more class until dinner and this day will be over.' He thought excitedly. 'Then I will have my phantom Harry for the whole night.' Draco closed his eyes for a moment relishing the moment of anticipation. He licked his lips trying to imagine Potter's taste on them.
The bell rang and he rushed, in a dignified way mind you, down to the Great Hall where all the students were pouring in through the wooden doors. Glaring at anyone who dared jostle him along the way Draco made it relatively unmolested. He positioned himself with a flourish at the center of the table and waited for the seventh year Slytherins to arrange themselves around him and they all sat at a signal from their leader.
The students waited patiently for Dumbledore to finish settling in and the food appeared with a wave of his hand. Draco found himself getting irritated at Pansy's slothfulness as she filled his plate with his favorites. The Great Hall filled with the clinking sounds of over a hundred eating people having over a hundred inane conversations.
'She only has one speed. Slow, just plain irritatingly slow.' He refused to look at her hopeful face and ranged his eyes over the Hall. He picked up his freshly poured goblet and used it to hide his face as he scanned the students. As the silver gaze ran itself over the Ravenclaw table the girl annoyance winked at him and gave him a knowing stare.
'Shit I forgot she claimed me for the night.' Draco sighed dramatically causing Pansy to look at him in concern. Draco shot her one of his patented leave me alone glares. Pansy quickly looked back at her own plate leaving Millicent to carry on the conversation alone.
'I might as well get it over with I do not want to think how long it will take me to get rid of her.' Dinner dragged on and on only heightened by the rare chances of being able to sneak in a couple glances towards the Gryffindor table and of gorgeous green eyes flashing with laughter.
The first of the students were starting to make their way back to their dorms. Draco took a sip out of his goblet as the volume in the room decreased to a steady hum. He nodded once to the Slytherins and all conversations ceased as they rose and almost as if they were in formation made their way to the dark dungeons they called home.
Once there Draco strode through the common room and barely made it to his private lair before the urge to scream overtook him. He slumped against the door fighting hard to keep silent.
'How dare that little Ravenclaw whore assume that I will be hers? Why am I even considering going to her filthy arms when I have a wonderful lover here?' Draco pushed himself off the door and lit the fireplace and the candles ranged around his room.
The dark Slytherin green melted into the shadows as the silver linings seemed to shine for attention in the flickering light. Draco slipped off his school robes and stood staring into the fire.
The flames jumped and cackled while performing an odd primitive dance for him. Harry's beautiful face flickered to life winking at him before dissolving into the chaos of fire. He blinked in confusion and looked harder into the fire.
'I could have sworn I saw Potter's face.' Draco sighed and started to unbutton his white school shirt. 'I just have him on the brain...I wish I had him on my bed though.' The expensive shirt tumbled gracefully from the tips of his fingers landing on the Persian rug.
Draco paid no attention to its downward dance as he walked into the bathroom and began his nightly routine. He paused a second before placing his warm feet on the icy tile floor. 'Why can we not get simple heating devices down here?' Draco thought a second about putting on socks before realizing how silly that would look.
He did not stop to consider that no one tangible would be joining him that night. He debated the virtue of going back into his room and getting his slippers. 'If I would just take my wand with me everywhere it wouldn't matter either way.'
Slowly the bottom of his pale feet became accustomed to the floor and he stood in front of the mirror watching himself tilt his head back and forth. Draco could only imagine a look of pure lust on Potter's face if he could see him now.
Slowly, performing a seductive dance for the reflective surface, he undid his trousers and let them slid down his narrow hips. As they fell they revealed crimson red silk boxers. 'Only the finest available for the Slytherin Sex Fiend.'
He ran his fingers down his toned chest wishing that his pale hands were replaced with strong brown ones. Draco stopped his imaginings before it became too hard to ignore.
'The last thing I need right now is to have to deal with an erection. Besides if everything goes to plan I will have my ghost hands dealing with it.' Brushing his fingers through his platinum locks one last time he swaggered into his bedroom only to stop in shock as he saw the almost nude...
A/N: At least don't kill me until after I post the next chapter or you will never know.