I don't own the characters- no matter what I might have told people in the past…
Love in the Common Room
The mornings dark arts lesson was going very much as it usually did; a rather baffled supply teacher had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to free his tie from the clutches from a creature of un-known origin that lurked in the teachers desk (no doubt another escapee from Hagrid's cabin); a member of Hufflepuff (who else) sat hunched up in a corner trying to fend off attacks from a particularly lively Slytherin; all the while Harry and his 'disciples' sat solemnly at their desks, so engulfed in their own discussion that they had become oblivious to the hectic scene around them.
It was for this reason that Malfoy had singled him out; he was so different, un-conventional, nothing like the normal riffraff of the school halls. He'd been singling Harry out since the first day at Hogwarts, but the witty side-remarks and obnoxious banter had been no more than a defence mechanism. Anything to cover up the blatant sexual tension he was feeling.
There was no revelation in it for the boy. He had often sat at his father's desk as a child in the Ministry for Magic, flicking through a less-than-upmarket magazine subtly concealed within a comic book. That being said, not until he'd first laid eyes on Harry, had he been sure.
"Potter," he had almost spat the word, but it had been none-the-less heartfelt.
Harry grudgingly turned round in his stall, "what do you want now Malfoy?"
The young delinquent hesitated for a second; Harry had the power to give Malfoy everything he'd ever wanted and so much more. For a brief moment he contemplated being honest with his admiration. "You know exactly what I want."
Potter nodded, both obediently and slyly as he got up from his desk and walked towards his former rival. As he approached Malfoy swept his arm, knocking various assignments, spells and scriptures onto the floor.
"You there!" The supply teacher, once again baffled (this was becoming very much a precedent), tried to rise from his chair, forgetting for a second the creature firmly attached to his tie, which quickly pulled him back down.
The boys, however, barely noticed the blabber of their teacher, as Malfoy pulled himself up onto the now empty desk and lay flat on his back, biting his lip to hold in the tension.
Harry climbed on top of his peer. "I know." He whispered into Malfoy's ear, just loud enough for them both to hear. "I know exactly what you want…"
The bleach blonde could hardly believe his luck, barely able to string a sentence together, all he could do was nod meekly and watch as Harry slowly unbuttoned his school trousers, just enough to reach his hand in…
"What? What do you want?" Harry was back in his regular seat again, and Malfoy had joined the land of reality (as real as it could be at a fictional magic school).
"From you? Nothing Potter." Ahhh, sweet denial, it was a sound he was accustomed to. A naïve Harry Potter just rolled his eyes and turned back, deep in discussion with his friends.
A/N: I actually think I could continue this… But only if I get some decent reviews. What do you think people?