Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else involved with him. I wish I did…but I don't. cries

A/N: I had slight writers block halfway through this chapter. Luckily, my adopted freshman helped me through it! w00t! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 2: Lustful Memories

"What was that whole thing about, mate?"

Harry looked up from his Quidditch book to glance at his friend. Ron was standing at the foot of his bed, having finished with his unpacking. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"What whole thing?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "The thing with Malfoy on the train."

Harry grinned. "Oh, that thing."

"Yeah, 'Oh, that thing.'"

"What was that about?" Dean piped in, sitting on his bed and removing his shoes. They landed on the floor with a muffled thump sound.

"Nothing." Harry replied, shrugging slightly. "I just felt like doing it."

Ron looked at him, incredulously. "You just felt like being nice to Malfoy and kissing his tie?"

"Yep." Harry replied. Seamus laughed.

'I thought it was kinda sexy."

Ron glared at the Irish boy. "Are you daft?" he asked. Seamus grinned at him.

"Don' know."

Ron rolled is eyes for the second time in five minutes. Neville walked in at that moment. The four boys looked at him, which caused him to blush. He walked over to Harry's bed and handed him a note. Harry looked at him questionably.

"What's this?"

"It's from Malfoy." Neville answered. "He said that he would curse me if I didn't give it to you ASAP."

Harry laughed. "That certainly sounds like him, alright." He opened the note and read it to himself.

Potter,

Don't consider yourself the victor of this. You will recompense for your unforeseen feat on the train. Do you believe that you can get the better of me? Well, you're mistaken. And now you must pay the price for it. I can hit anything you throw at me. I welcome the challenge. You're in for a very strenuous year.

D.M.

Harry laughed again. His roommates looked at him hopefully.

"What does it say?" asked Seamus, breaking the silence. Harry reread the note aloud. Dean laughed, Seamus looked questioning, and Neville seemed scared by it.

"God! What is wrong with him?" Ron angrily yelled. Harry kicked him jokingly with his foot.

"Aww, come off it! What's he gonna do? I mean…it's Malfoy for cripes sake!"

Ron looked doubtful. "I don't know. He could always get Crabbe or Goyle to get back at you."

This left Harry a bit taken aback. What if Malfoy did try something? Thinking back, he couldn't remember why he even did what he did on the train. Truthfully, he had just felt like it. He didn't want to start anything. Maybe he should let Malfoy know.

'No way.' He thought. 'Then Malfoy would win. Wait…win what?' He was confusing himself. Still, an owl would be a bad idea. He would take action if Malfoy did. Until then, he wouldn't let it bother him. After all, what could Malfoy do?

'Something bad.' A voice in his head said. 'Something really bad." Harry ignored the thought, brushing it off with a shake of his head.

"'Night." He said to the room, switching off the light by his bed. He was answered with a chorus of valedictions and lights being clicked off. And then…silence.

Draco Malfoy was lying on his bed, staring at the canopy above him.

'Potter.' He thought. The memory of the incident on the train flooded back to him. He closed his eyes and sighed. Harry would have gotten his letter by now. Had he taken it seriously? Was he afraid? Or did he just laugh it off? Well, he would know soon enough.

The sounds of his roommates purged through the closed drapes of his bed. The snores of Crabbe and mumbling of Goyle, as well as the soft breathing of Blaise Zabini. Draco didn't hear any signs of anyone stirring awake.

He put his hand beneath his silk bed shirt and softly caressed his stomach and chest. Closing his eyes, he sighed. His other hand slipped under his pajama pants to grasp his manhood tenderly. He began to pump himself slowly, then quickening the pace. His back arched slightly off the bed into his fist. Eyelids fluttering, he bit his lower lip as erotic tension filled him.

Harry's face filled his mind, and he felt a burning sensation in his lower stomach.

'Oh, god!' he thought, his strokes becoming faster and his grip tightening on his hard cock. The memory of Potter stroking his tie rose to his eyes. The tug around his neck as Harry wound the silken tool of unknown seduction around his fingers. The mischievous look in his eyes. And when his head bent, eyes never looking away, to kiss his tie –

Draco came into his hand. For a few minutes afterward, he just lay there, breathing heavily. Coming back to his senses, he grabbed his wand on the bed next to him and cast a cleaning spell on himself. He set his wand back down on the bedside table and turned around to lie on his side. He closed his eyes, and slowly faded into sleep.

A/N: I did not plan the "M" word scene…but it came to me while I was writing, and I just went with it. Now we wonder of the sexualities, do we not? maniacal grin

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