Harry's POV
Damn, would you just look at that sexy piece of Slytherin ass?
Damn. I want it. But I can't, because Draco Malfoy has been my sworn enemy since first year. Man, he made me all hot and bothered back then too. That malicious little glint in his eyes every time he's plotting something. Look, he's coming my way now, probably to tell me what a worthless git I am.
Yep, he's wearing that sexy little sneer that makes me just want to rip off his robes and start fucking him right here in the Great Hall.
Shit, I think I'm getting a hard-on.
Fuck, I want him.
"How's remedial potions coming, Potty?" I pretended to take that last year, you little whore. But that voice is so damn sexy.
"Fine, Malfoy," I snarled a bit, just to show him my naughty side. I can totally picture myself in a bit of leather with a whip. Man, I'd like to whip that bit of ass raw.
He's walking off now, with his little minions.
Damn, I'd like a foursome with them. Crabbe and Goyle can hold him down while I give him the best head he's ever had.
Look, it's Cho Chang. What a slut. Dumping me for that Michael Corners kid. His dick is probably an inch long. But god, she's gotten hotter over the summer.
Hard-on getting harder now...shit...
I'm tearing my way through the halls. Stupid tower. Of all the rooms in the castle, why the fuck does Gryffindor have to live in a freaking tower on the other side of the castle.
Shit, no time, no time. Bathroom. Ok, at least there's a bathroom here. I run into it.
Holy fucking shit, it's Draco Malfoy, taking a piss.
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I am so not writing this...-'