Chapter 6: Draco's POV
Potions class was especially boring. Normally, Draco would be enthralled in the finer art of conjuring success, but today, he could barely keep focused as he tried to mix dragon's blood with essence of unicorn. Today, Draco was too busy daydreaming.... He sat down on his chair and thought of Harry all alone in the hospital wing, probably sleeping. He imagined sneaking in there in the middle of the night and sitting by him to watch him sleep. Suddenly, Harry would stir. His eyebrows would furrow and his eyes would open halfway. "Whe- where am I?" he'd whisper, but Draco would put his hands to Harry's lips. "Shhhhh," Draco'd say, "Don't talk." Then he'd lean in slowly and kiss Harry long and passionately. At first the raven haired boy would be shocked, but, gradually he would calm down and join in. Then Draco would climb on top of Harry, slowly unbuttoning his nightshirt. Harry would be submissive, whispering Draco's name over and over under his breath. Draco.....Draco.....Draco....DRACO!-
Suddenly, Draco's daydream was interrupted by Professor Snape's angry voice. "Uh....y-yes Professor Snape?" He stammered. Professor Snape's eyes narrowed. "Mr. Malfoy," he began, "Class has been over for five minutes now." He sighs. "Is there some problem with you today? You have been acting- very unlikely. Do I need to notify your father about anything?" Draco jumped. "No! There's nothing wrong. I-uh just feel kinda preoccupied today, but it's nothing to worry about. I'll bounce back by tomorrow." Professor Snape examined Draco's face. "Very well. I was just- concerned. I wouldn't want there to be any problems with my favorite student." Draco smiled. Professor Snape nodded and turned around to head to his desk but stopped.
Snape turned back to Draco. "Oh, and Draco, if you're planning to play any jokes on Harry Potter, I suggest you be careful because if I do catch you doing him any harm, I may have to take points from your house. You know I'd hate to do that." Draco stared at his potions teacher, bewildered. "Huh?" he asked. Professor Snape motioned towards Draco's parchment. Draco looked down at his page. It had Harry's name written all over it. 'Oh shit! Hey, I don't even remember doing that.' He quickly looked back at Professor Snape. "Yes, of course, professor." Snape nodded and walked back over to his desk. Without looking up, he muttered "You can go. Tell your next teacher that you were with me." Without further hesitation, Draco gathered his things and rushed out of the room.
Sorry, guys. I know that this was super short but there was no more I could add to this chapter. I promise the next one will be much longer. Hope you liked it and that you review. I know I haven't worked on this story for a long time, but I promise, I'll keep with it for now on.
Much luv, me.
Potions class was especially boring. Normally, Draco would be enthralled in the finer art of conjuring success, but today, he could barely keep focused as he tried to mix dragon's blood with essence of unicorn. Today, Draco was too busy daydreaming.... He sat down on his chair and thought of Harry all alone in the hospital wing, probably sleeping. He imagined sneaking in there in the middle of the night and sitting by him to watch him sleep. Suddenly, Harry would stir. His eyebrows would furrow and his eyes would open halfway. "Whe- where am I?" he'd whisper, but Draco would put his hands to Harry's lips. "Shhhhh," Draco'd say, "Don't talk." Then he'd lean in slowly and kiss Harry long and passionately. At first the raven haired boy would be shocked, but, gradually he would calm down and join in. Then Draco would climb on top of Harry, slowly unbuttoning his nightshirt. Harry would be submissive, whispering Draco's name over and over under his breath. Draco.....Draco.....Draco....DRACO!-
Suddenly, Draco's daydream was interrupted by Professor Snape's angry voice. "Uh....y-yes Professor Snape?" He stammered. Professor Snape's eyes narrowed. "Mr. Malfoy," he began, "Class has been over for five minutes now." He sighs. "Is there some problem with you today? You have been acting- very unlikely. Do I need to notify your father about anything?" Draco jumped. "No! There's nothing wrong. I-uh just feel kinda preoccupied today, but it's nothing to worry about. I'll bounce back by tomorrow." Professor Snape examined Draco's face. "Very well. I was just- concerned. I wouldn't want there to be any problems with my favorite student." Draco smiled. Professor Snape nodded and turned around to head to his desk but stopped.
Snape turned back to Draco. "Oh, and Draco, if you're planning to play any jokes on Harry Potter, I suggest you be careful because if I do catch you doing him any harm, I may have to take points from your house. You know I'd hate to do that." Draco stared at his potions teacher, bewildered. "Huh?" he asked. Professor Snape motioned towards Draco's parchment. Draco looked down at his page. It had Harry's name written all over it. 'Oh shit! Hey, I don't even remember doing that.' He quickly looked back at Professor Snape. "Yes, of course, professor." Snape nodded and walked back over to his desk. Without looking up, he muttered "You can go. Tell your next teacher that you were with me." Without further hesitation, Draco gathered his things and rushed out of the room.
Sorry, guys. I know that this was super short but there was no more I could add to this chapter. I promise the next one will be much longer. Hope you liked it and that you review. I know I haven't worked on this story for a long time, but I promise, I'll keep with it for now on.
Much luv, me.