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The future of this thing depends on the feedback I get. Heh.
Ultra Sex
"Potter…" whispered the boy with gray eyes and fair hair. The students around him only felt his hatred of the Boy Who Lived. Draco was good at hiding his secrets. They would never know a thing if he got his way, and of course, he always got his way. In the end. Or at least he used to…
He didn't notice at first. When many powerful emotions are concentrated so hard on one individual, sometimes you can't tell each raw human feeling from the next. Looking back, it seemed as though one day Harry Potter was an object of hate and resentment. The next he was an object of… Draco dared not think it. Lust and hate and love all rolled into one when it came to Potter.
And at the moment lust was getting the better of Draco Malfoy. He winced as he held himself, locked in the most private and bathroom I could find. He would mentally smack himself every time he thought about Potter as a human being. An object…He told himself. And that's all. His body…not his mind. I hate him. I HATE HIM. Draco told himself this every time he was alone. He acted as though his thoughts were a disobedient dog in need of training. Lust was one thing. He would continue to hate that boy. Hate and lust. Draco could handle that. He was good at that.
He cried as he came. He always did. For just a split second it was as though all of the walls around him came crumbling down, exposing the weak, scared child inside his tough shell. Memories of Harry flooded his mind, flooded him completely. And so he continued to weep. Harry hated Draco and Draco hated Harry and the intensity of that hate made him cry even harder.
When his tears finally started to subside, he merely sat there, trembling on the marble floor.
Knocking.
Feeling too frazzled to collect himself, the youngest Malfoy picked up his wand and conjured a simple locking spell on the door. He wasn't ready to come out yet.
"'Ello…? I was jus' wonderin' if you was alright? I thought I heard cryin'? Well…I'm off, then."
Draco could almost recognize the voice, but he was too drained to think properly. As he lay contemplating, sleep overtook him.