short.. but review..im having ideas for other stories but maybe ill just integrate them to this one.. I don't know..
c ya
Cruel game
Draco entered the library and made his way once more to the potions aisle where he was sure he could be alone, or at least was sure. As he stood on one end of the aisle he saw the dark shape of a boy staring at the wall where he had sat the day before. Draco got closer to the boy, noiselessly, side stepping carefully as not to make any kind of movement. It was Harry, lost in a world of his own starring at the wall as if there was someone there.. as if he was there.
Draco, after watching the boys back for a while and judging Harry would not get up for a while, wanting to be alone, recomposed himself and let out the sneering remark:
"What's wrong with me Potter, why, what's wrong with you?!" smiling and laughing inside Draco watched as the stupid boy froze, muscles tensed up and all of a sudden , without saying a word Harry stood up to leave. As he crossed Draco he looked him in the eye, his was the face of a hurt man.
This was too much for Draco, someone so mysterious he could take a hold of so easily or loose so much more easily.. This game taunted him and he gave way to his temptation and with one, very quick and very discrete movement of the arm held Harry back. Harry looked at him confused; Draco put on his predators face and pushed the boy's back against the wall. He pressed against him and saw the boy melt into his touch.. Harry was at his mercy, and he didn't have any mercy. He held Harry by the back of his neck forcefully and pushed his head towards him and pressed his mouth against his and kissed him and dominated him and let go. Harry was almost falling on the floor, panting. Breathless. Desiring. Draco looked at him and with a half smile came close to the boy, very close, and whispered in his ear, 1 o clock tonight under the weeping willow and turned his back and left him there, desperate... Almost frightened...