title: The Whispers

chapter 3: what the hell are you talking about?

The next few days Draco was on Potter like white on rice. Every chance he got to be next to the other boy, there he was at his side. During Potions he would do everything he could to be partnered up with him. He would spend the entire period whispering to Potter, telling him all the things he could do with his tongue and that he could bend like a pretzel. Potter would blush and try to ignore him, while his friends would send him confused looks.

Draco would touch Potter out of class and in the corridors, brushing up against him at the wrong time. But no one knew what was going on between them. Potter never told his friends that Draco Malfoy, Sex God of Hogwarts, was trying to seduce him. And Draco didn't think it was any ones business what he did in his free time, even if that something was trying to shag the Boy-Who-Saved-The-Wizarding-World.

After weeks of chasing Potter, Draco decided to pay Potter a visit during supper. As he approached the Gryffindor table the Weasley looked like he was going to puck.

'What do you want, Malfoy' Asked an angry Ron as Draco sat himself next to Potter, who looked at him with eyes as big a saucers.

'I came to spend time with the Savior of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter.' Draco replied calmly pulling Potter closer to him and running his fingers though his hair. Potter was a in a state of shock. Ronald waited for him to punch Malfoy and tell him to shove off. But there was only silence, it seemed even the teachers where waiting to see what would happen.

Draco sat at Potter's side. whispering to him in a voice only the two of them could hear. he sat there most of supper, eating off Potter's plate.

Potter on the other hand didnt eat a thing, but watched as Malfoy drank from his cup, and helped himself to his food. he couldnt tell him to leave. that just didnt seem right. so he sat and watched, and even felt when Malfoy put his hand on his thigh.

Finally Ron couldn't take it, 'Malfoy, would you mind not molesting my friend in front of me.' he could tell his friend was uncomfortable and wasn't going to let Malfoy touch him in front of everyone in such anpersonal way.

'I'm not as you say, molesting your friend. It seems to me that Potter is enjoying himself.' he looked down into Potter's lap and there he saw the space inPotter'strousers becoming smaller and being replace by a bulge.

Ron followed his eyes and to his horror saw the same thing, he looked at his friend with his mouth open in shock. Potter was passed embarrassed, he stood and walked out of the Great Hall with his head down.

Why was this happening to him? Why did he like that git Malfoy anyway? And why wouldn't he give into what Malfoy wanted? He had obviously wanted it too. But no, he would not give Malfoy the satisfaction. Potter wasn't like that. He couldn't just sleep with a person and get over it. No, his first time had to be special.

At first he had thought about Malfoy, being his enemy and all, that was bound to be special. A time he would never forget. But Malfoy was getting married and has much as Malfoy didn't care about cheating on his future wife, Potter did.

Potter was pushed from his thoughts when he heard footsteps behind him. He looked at his surroundings to discover in the dungeon part of the castle. In front of the Slytherin common room entrance. The footsteps belonged to a Slytherin and he really didn't feel like meeting them. But just as he was on the move to run out, the Slytherin arrived. And it was none other than, Pansy Parkinson, the future Mrs. Malfoy.

She spotted Potter trying to make a get away. Fate had just given her the opportunity of a life time. Pansy had followed Potter out of the Great Hall and glowed with excitement at the site of him.

'Potter, wait' she called to his retreating back. He stopped in his traces, waiting for her to catch up. He was expecting her to shout insults and threats telling him to stay away from her man, but instead she smiled at him and to her horror, hugged him.

Potter had been to shocked to hug her back or push her away. So he stood there with his hands at his sides. When she finally released him, she kissed him on the cheek and explained herself. 'I am so happy. This is the answer to our prayers. You and him will be so happy together. But I must admit, I had no idea you would of wanted to be with him.'

This had to be stopped. He had to interrupt. 'Wait, what are you talking about? Pansy, I have no idea what you are talking.'

Pansy blinked up at Potter. 'Why, you and Draco. Of course. Aren't you two together? I thought in the Great Hall-'

'No Pansy. Malfoy's just looking for his next conquest, and he knows I kind of fancy him; a little .' Pansy kept grinning at him.

'Harry, my innocent Gryffindor friend, if our dear Draco wanted to just, you know do you, he wouldn't have made it a big deal, if he didn't want to be with you. He wouldn't of tried so hard. Plus, why would he want to sleep with you? He has every girl and boy knocking at his door.'

'Thanks'

'I'm not saying that your not worth it or anything. I'm just trying to tell you, its not because he wants to shag your brains out.' She concluded

Potter bit his lower lip, letting what she said sink in. 'Well, even if that were true, which it isn't, we could never be together. You and him are to get married after school. I'm not one to break people up'

Pansy stepped away. 'Not if we can help it.' she said just under her breath. She didn't think that he heard her but she was mistaken.

"what? What do you mean by that?' he asked.

Pansy covered her mouth as if ashamed. She didn't mean for him to hear her. What if Draco didn't want him to know? 'Oh, nothing, dear' she replied 'You should get back to your part of the castle before you are seen by another Slytherin and they lynch you.' She started walking away but she knew her explanation wouldn't satisfy Potter. He followed her to the door of the common room.

'No you don't Pansy Parkinson. You tell me what's going on between you and Malfoy or I'll… I'll,'

'You'll what Potter?' she pulled away from him. 'you'll do nothing. If you want to know what's going on, then you'll have to talk to Draco. Now good night' and then she was gone. She disappeared behind the painting of the hippogriff.

Potter walked away very, very confused.

It was useless. He would never find the twit. Where in the name of all that is holy did he go? After hours of trying to find Potter with no use, a very pissed off Draco walked back to his common room. With nothing to show for it.

Upon entering the common room Draco was confronted by an equally pissed off Pansy Parkinson. Draco was waiting for her to fly off the handle, but instead, she did the scariest thing ever, she smiled sweetly at him. 'I know something you don't know.' she teased walking back up to her dormitory.

Draco stood in her wake dumfounded. What in the world could she be talking about? Could it be that she really did know something that he didn't? No, she couldn't know anything. Draco had connections with every house in the school. If she knew something, he would already know. But what if she knew something about that git Potter?

Ohh. Images of Potter's blushed face came back to him, and he chuckled to himself. What was he going to do about the heart throb Potter? He could write him a love letter and send it to him in class. No. he could send it to him in the great hall where he would know the Weasel and the Mudblood would read it.

He would have to think on that later. Right now he needed a walk. What would father think if he knew his son was going after the enemy. He knew he would either be really pissed or really proud. That thought dissevered another chuckle.