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A/N this chapter is really late, and it's nothing really long or anything, i just had a bout of writers block ;.; Mm i thank all who reviewed, because i love reviewers, and here is another chapter. I'm gonnswer a few reviews now as always hehe. Mm I think I'm gonna take a bit of time with my next update..I really am trying to change my writing style a bit. If i have a style o.o
inumoon3 Malfoy's winning i thinkies :P I did write a story with M-Preg, hope you like it lol.
Pantara lol, i think Draco's the male in this fic but usually..yeah Draco seems more girlish lol.
Niathor You pointed out something I wasn't even aware i was doing! I'm glad you did though, because i now realize throughout the whole fic I've been writing it in hint by hint...subconsciously! Haha I'm asilly writer.
Harry waswaiting for Thursday. Draco had promised to teach him curses on Thursday, very dangerous curses. Draco was becoming a bloody important aspect in Harry's life. Harry didn't know whether to like the fact he wanted to be with the blonde Slytherin a lot, or to hate it
Tuesday afternoons were meant to be spent sitting around with Ron and Hermione until he went off for Quidditch practice with Ron. But here Harry was, sitting in the library, waiting for Draco Malfoy to arrive and spend some time with him.
It wasn't even for anything useful, like learning curses; it was for Harry's sudden urge to cuddle the blonde boy. Cuddle? Why would he want to cuddle him? Harry sighed and picked up his charms essay once again, guessing he should get something productive done other then worrying about where Malfoy could be.
Harry was busy trying to think up ideas for his charms essay, when someone hugged him from the back, causing him to jump. "Shh, Harry, just me." Draco said, pressing his lips to Harry's ear and making him shudder. He was starting to like these small touches way too much.
"Oh, right. I was beginning to think you weren't coming" Harry responded, placing the parchment down that his essay was written on. Draco sat down on a seat across from Harry, smiling.
Draco looked…different. His eyes were gray, his hair was blonde, his robes were black, but there was something so different about him. Draco usually carried an air of importance around him, Harry was only starting to realize that he had noticed this, and today Draco seemed more dangerous in a way.
Harry didn't know why, but he felt like Draco had turned up the notch on beware of Draco Malfoy meter, even Harry felt a little apprehensive to say the wrong thing to him. Harry didn't know if he could say the wrong thing, but evidently Mandy Brocklehurst, Terry Boot's girlfriend, could.
Harry had heard from Hermione that Draco had cursed her mouth shut with a pin for calling Harry a 'dirty poof tramp.' Harry felt a twinge in his heart that felt oddly like a sick kind of pleasure knowing Draco would stand up for him.
Draco moved his eyes up and down Harry, and all Harry could do was shiver. He didn't know what it was, but he was deriving pleasure out of Draco's gaze. He didn't notice that it was a hungry look in Draco's eyes, like Boot's gaze had been; only Draco kept it hidden well.
"So Harry, why did you want to talk to me right now?" Draco smiled, he looked confident, he seemed dangerously confident to Harry. Harry wasn't quite sure he had an answer to that.
"I..just wanted to see you?" Harry said lamely, staring Draco right in the eye. Draco's grin got wider.
"Is that so?" he said softly, standing up and motioning for Harry to let him sit down on the same chair. Harry moved his hips up a bit and let Draco slide onto the chair so Harry could sit on his lap.
Harry suddenly realized how very nice it was sitting on Draco's lap: the broad chest, the strong arms that were starting to embrace him, the warmth of Draco's thighs …the warmth? 'What am I thinking?' Harry thought, feeling a slight blush creep onto his face.
Draco kissed Harry's cheek, and Harry forgot that people were around, that he had an essay to finish, that he was about to make a move. Harry turned around in Draco's arms to face Draco, and kissed Draco square on the lips.
Harry broke out of the kiss, staring Draco in the eye, not noticing the red flush running down Draco's neck. Harry was ready to move back in for a kiss, when Ron came and broke the mood. Or saved Harry from his own hormones, which Harry was fervently telling himself in his head.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron said, gaping at the pair. Sitting there looking flushed, Harry sitting on Draco's lap and Draco's hair slightly rumpled; it was an interesting sight to see.
"We were kissing, until you came along, you git." Draco snapped, glaring at Ron. Harry on the other hand, turned his head around and mouthed thank you to Ron. Ron got the message and nodded.
"Ron, time for Quidditch practice?" Harry asked, pulling himself out of Draco's warm embrace.
"Yeah" Ron responded, waiting for Harry, while glaring dead on Draco.
Harry smiled at Draco. "See you later" Harry said, and pecked Draco on the lips without realizing the shocked look on his friends face, or the triumphant look in Draco's.
Draco smiled as he watched the messy raven head walk out of the library beside the flaming red one. Draco knew Harry was his; Boot was no longer a danger. Just as he had that thought, though, Terry Boot sat down in front him, looking positively furious.
"Malfoy, stop touching Harry! He's mine you fucker" Boot growled, narrowing his dark brown eyes on Malfoy's face.
Malfoy returned the glare, making sure it looked deadly. "Harry's not yours. He's whose he wants to be. He's choosing me you imbecile." Draco spat out, getting ready to move to his wand to hex Boot.
"No he's mine, I marked him damnit! I saw you two, how you bewitched him into kissing you" Boot said, waving his arms around dramatically.
"You didn't mark him. I never bewitched--" Draco was cut off by the raving Boot.
"Yes you did! I can see it from a mile away, sending smiles, showing you're body off. Harry's not blind!" Boot hissed, smacking his hands down on the table. 'Is he going to hex me or shall I hex him?' Draco thought.
"No, Harry's not blind, that's why he chose me!" Draco grated out through his teeth, he had his wand in his hand now and was ready to lift it up and send something nasty Boot's way.
"Stop trying to take what is mine, I'm warning you Malfoy." Boot threatened only to find himself face to face with a wand, ready to hex.
"If you ever threaten me again, what happened to you're girlfriend will be like a walk in the park compared to what I'm going to do to you. Understand?" Draco said dangerously, in a quiet tone, so only Boot would hear.
Boot just glared, and Draco took it as he had won the fight, for now. He knew his blazing silver eyes, and sneered lips, could scare anyone. So he kept his wand pointed at Boot, waiting until he was out of Boot's sight to whisper a hex, spiculum. (means sharp point, sting, spear, dart.)
Draco got a very big satisfaction when Boot was hailed by a bunch of darts from nowhere. Boot got up out of the line of fire, but the dart's moved with him. Boot looked Draco in the eye, knowing it had been him. Draco smiled and nodded, turning his back on Boot and walking out of the library.
The hail of darts followed Boot around for another five minutes.
Review!! I wanna know how it's going so far , I took the wordspiculum from a list of latin words I found on the internet...I don't know if it's right or not, so bear with me and my minimal knowledge of many things.