Chapter Three: He jests at scars that never felt a wound. (Garbage- #1 crush)

Draco sneered at Potter with loathing and indignation, "Watch where you're going Potter, or is your girly hair so long that it's impairing your vision". Insulting Potter always made him feel better even if he was… shudder… in love with the boy.

The truth was, however, that he loved Potters long girly hair, loved the way it flowed down around his ears, always in a mess, and a sexy one at that. He had fantasies of just spending hours running his fingers through that hair feeling the silken tresses flowing over his skin.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't see you, doesn't matter. I didn't see you, he doesn't see me, no one exists to you but yourself. We are all so blind it's a wonder none of us has walked off a cliff yet". Harry was ranting tears running down his nearly flawless skin. He looked down at Draco with angry tears shining in his eyes.

"What are you babbling about Potter?" Draco asked with near kindness in his voice. He shook himself mentally. "What's the matter Seamus not putting out anymore" he had to be cruel to Potter lest he tip his hand too soon. He wasn't sure but he thought he had heard him say 'he' not she. Perhaps the rumors about the golden boy were true.

"What's it to you Malfoy, since when do you care about anyone but yourself?" those words, uttered from Potter, slapped Draco in the face. If only the other boy knew how much Draco cared for him, how much Draco… loved him.

"I care, maybe not about you. But I still care about other people. I'm not as self-centered as you would like to believe" Draco was going to show the boy how much he cared.

"Yeah, right" disdain and disbelief dripping from every word. "Like you cared about Ron when you 'pantsed' him in front of an entire group of sixth-year girls."

Draco started to laugh but quickly turned it into a cough, this was obviously important to Potter. "Oh that, yeah umm…umm… what's that expression I'm looking for…" he snapped his fingers trying to remember. "Oh, yeah I'm sorry"? He said the words as if they were a foreign language he was uncertain of.

"Good, now next time say it like you mean it." Potter turned to walk away.

"But I do mean them, I mean the prank was funny and all, but I can see how Ronmight take it the wrong way. Is he small in the pants?" he asked in mock sympathy.

"Goodnight Malfoy" Potter was now walking away.

"Wait. Please." He ran to catch up to Potter. "I just haven't had much practice, I mean what does a Malfoy have to be sorry about really" he asked truthfully trying to make the other boy understand.

"How about your existence" Potter spat. Draco was hurt by these words and he was pretty sure he showed it.

"Well why don't you give me some practice then? You can name off everything horrible I've ever done to you and I'll see if I can't muster up some semblance of an apology" he gave the boy his most winning smile.

"Why so you can gloat about every time you got under my skin, I wouldn't give you the satisfaction" he snarled back at Malfoy.

"Well at least tell me why you were crying then?" Draco called after him.

To his shock Potter stopped dead in his tracks and walked back to him "You really want to know why I'm crying? Fine! But you'll never understand, you'll never understand what it is to love someone and not have them love you back, you'll never know what it feels like to have your heart crushed into a million pieces" the boy was crying furiously again. "And you know why you'll never know? Because you don't have a heart. And sometimes I think you have the better deal, but you're just a soulless, heartless bastard and I never want to be like you. I pity you."

Tears started to well up in Draco's eyes, he brushed them away. "So who is it then? Who is it that you love? Is it that mudblood Granger?" Draco had to know whether or not what he thought he heard early was true.

"No, it's not. It doesn't matter because his eyes can't see past the freckles on his nose to the love right in front of him" Harry scowled again and walked away. Draco couldn't help but think that even 'Angry Harry' was sexy.

Then he saw it, a wisp of a cat tail, Mrs. Norris must be on the prowl. Which means Filch wouldn't be far behind. There was no time to waste he ran grabbed potter and hurled them both behind the first door he could find. This happened to be a very cramped broom cupboard.

"Malfoy what the hellgrmph…?" The rest of his sentence was muffled by Draco's hand.

"shhh!... I think Filch is coming" Draco whispered.

No sooner than the words escaped his mouth he heard the loud footsteps of the caretaker. He was right outside the door, both he and Potter held their breaths. They heard the footsteps start again going in the opposite direction towards the great hall. They both breathed in relief.

Draco looked up into the big green eyes of the boy he was smashed up against. "We better wait a few minutes in case he comes back." Draco looked akwardly around at the cupboard they were now stuck in. "So…umm…lovely weather we've been having" he smiled at his attempt at small talk.

"Just shut up Malfoy, its bad enough being stuck in here with you, I don't want to have to make small talk too." Harry rolled his eyes, and even ghosted a smile.

"Ok no small talk then, big talk. So is it Ron then? Is he the one you're after" Draco picked up where they had left off minutes ago in the corridor.

Harry could only glare at Malfoy. "None of your business"

"Listen if that nerd can't see how sexy you are he must be blind" Potter looked at him with shock etched on his face. Draco could have slapped himself for being so obvious, he pressed on though "I'm serious, you've got gorgeous green eyes and beautiful black hair, even if it is long and girly, and if that prat can't see that then he doesn't deserve you"

Draco looked into the others boy's eyes willing him to believe every word he just spoke. He reached out a tentative hand and brushed a stray hair behind the other boy's ear. It was now or never. He reached behind the other boys head so he could cradle it in his hands when he went in for a kiss.

He slowly brushed his lips against Potters then pressed down more firmly. It was when his tongue first made an appearance on the other boys lips that Potter first started to resist. Draco crushed his mouth against Potters. He felt him soften and then open his mouth so that he could delve into the depths of Draco's own mouth. They started to release all the pent up hormones of a teenage boys kissing with the intensity of a magnifying glass in the mid-afternoon sun.

Draco put his hands on the boy's chest and felt the rock hard muscles underneath. They must be training him hard at those quidditch practices. It was when Draco's hand started to roam a little lower that Potter pushed him away. Potter searched his eyes frantically questioning what they had done. Than burst through the door and ran.

"You can run but you can't hide, soon you'll feel me deep inside" he whispered to himself. A crude line from a poem but it seemed to fit. He grinned and made his way back to his dorm the taste of Potter still on his lips.