I'm sorry this took soooo long, I had forgotten about this and have just lately received a comment that brought it all back to me... I had forgotten the plot but made up a new one.. I love it and intend on posting quickly... Thanks bye
Draco, annoyed and angry, chased away the 8th grader in the room and slammed the door shut. Impatiently he stepped to and thro the room. How could those idiotic bastards treat him like that?! How?!?! His pride was injured but he would not bow his head. Looking at himself in the mirror he changed clothes and combed his hair. He watched his body putting on a new sweater and admired his own muscles and missed even more the touch of a hand on his skin. With his chin up and head held high Draco left the room and went down the stairs looking at the room with an air of indifference almost as if he didn't see anyone there. He left the green common room without any clear definition of where to go. And having to keep moving and give the impression he did have somewhere to go Draco went where everyone went when they had nothing to do or wanted to be left alone, the library.
He sat down on the floor leaning against the wall on the end of an aisle of books. He stared at the books around him.. they were ALL about potions, he sighed, he felt even more abandoned. Absentmindedly he let his hands trail and side through the centenary dusty covers, it seemed like no one had touched these books since they had been published. His hands would trail up and down the books that probably only Severus had touched. This thought led him to other thoughts that in the dark section of the library set his hands to doing something else.
Eyes closed his hands moved underneath his sweater moving slowly caressing his abdomen right where his trousers started. After a long time imagining Snape caressing the hairs that lead down his pants Draco gave way to his temptation and slid his hand under his pants where he could touch the bulging, throbbing muscle that called for someone else's hands.. as he slowly caressed himself a sudden noise awakened him from his trance and immediately the hand inside his pants held up the book that had fallen on his foot from the shelf on his right.
He heard a gasp /great/ he thought sarcastically/those stupid little girls/ He looked into the space on the shelf from where the book had fallen.. and there his eyes quickly met the green ones.. the annoyingly green eyes that had bothered him since their first arrival.. but now, those green eyes had changed , those green eyes stared back at him with fear, with doubts with questions, with too many feelings for someone like Harry Potter, the dumbass he hated that hated him too.. Or at least he had thought until now. He recognized in Harry's eyes the desire he had felt for his teacher... The reverential desire of someone younger.. Someone weaker...
Draco kept starring back at those eyes in a silly game of seduction that had awakened him from his abandonment.. This was fun.. Did potter like him?!?!
Harry cuts his gaze, almost crying but intrigued and Draco watches through the shelf as the boy stands and leaves calling with him the two dopes that followed him around.. his own Crabbe and Goyle. Draco watched him go.
Draco went back to his room at night and laid down on his cold bed, the rough sheets would almost hurt his skin compared to the soft silk of Severus' bed. He missed the man and he missed the touches, he missed warmth he could have previously so easily found in the bodies of young girls and boys, his Slytherin admirers, but now his heart made him cling to accepting only one warmth, only one person.. He could not take it, his own hands tired him and could no longer bring anything back.. He was lonely, he was cold he was abandoned.
Draco woke up as cold as ever, other people in the room were already getting dressed, no one had bothered waking him up. Crabbe and Goyle had already left their beds and were probably already eating, Draco got dressed and not saying a word to anyone went down to have breakfast. As he walked in the room he saw at one end of the Slytherin table Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy who quickly looked at him as he made his way to the table, not saying a word and waiting for Him to sit next to Them.. he didn't, he sat right at the other end of the table, where, to his misfortune, sat the silly girls writing about something or other in their fluffy diaries with their feathery pens. Giggling to each other endlessly and trying to knock each other on top of him. Draco ignored them and silently ate, stood up and left for the library again..