"He always likes to be a total git." Harry began. He was writing a list about Malfoy, well about the things he knew about Malfoy. It was a class assignment from their knew Personal Relations teacher, Ms. Skeehan. They had pulled names out of a hat and who ever they pulled would be their partner. They each were to write a list about what they knew about the other then share it with the class. He was starting early to get it over with.

"Likes to insult my friends. Likes to toment me and my friends. Likes to make a fool of himself. Is a complete bastard. It a self-centered, vain, prima-donna. Plans to be a deatheater. Likes to lick his father; shoes."

Harry stopped for a moment. He doubted that a list of insults would hardly be acceptable. So, with a sigh, he began to actually think about what he knew about Malfoy.

"Like to play in the rain.

Likes quidditch.

Eats with his right hand, though he is left handed.

Has really soft and shiny hair..." 'Whoa, soft and shiny hair?' he quickly put a line through that one and went on.

"Eats and finishes one food before moving on to the next.

Likes to color black.

Doesn't slick his hair back on weekends.

Has silver eyes that look as though they have flects fo blue when the light hits them just so.

Thinks irony is hilarious." 'How did I know that?'

"Wants a pet ferret for his birthday...

which happens to be March 12.

Wants to learn how to play guitar.

Can already play the piano." 'okay... that's getting kinda creepy'

"Doesn't work out much, save for quidditch." 'mmmm, he doesn't need to... wait... wha?'

"Lets his ice cream melt all over his hand before slowly licking it off to savor the taste." 'oh great, now I have a bloody boner'

"Moans when doing said action above." 'and such a pretty moan it is. I wonder what else makes him moan...as in pain... what makes him moan in pain'

"Dresses in Christian School Girl uniforms and high-heels to make Parkinson feel jealous." 'if only that skirt had been a little shorter... I mean longer... yessss longer..'

"Has a strange obsession with his fingers." 'yeah, it's weird. He's always sucking on them!'

"Seems to always have an excuse to sit in my lap." 'to bad he never wriggles just a little to the right...err so he might fall off. dont' look at me like that!'

"Wears tight muggle clothes on off days." 'and man does his arse look good in them jeans. Okay, one- when did I develope and american country accent? two-his arse would sooo look better out of those jeans... that didn't come out right.

"Wanks every Friday night after quidditch practice." 'wow... maybe he could help me with my problem'

"and whimpers sensually while... rubbing...his..." 'okay, I can take a hint.'

With that, Harry quickly dropped his quil and slammed out of the Gryffindor common room. When he returned later the night, he had one more thing to add to his list.

"Likes to scream my name when he cums." He doubted he would be turning this draft it. Maybe tomorrow he'd go visit Draco for more 'ideas'.