"Forbidden Nights"
Disclaimer- anything related to Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling... although, they are fun to play with...
A/N: When I first loaded this fic no one seemed to be able to figure out whose POV it was, so I'll tell you at the end of the fic.
Draco Malfoy was notorious for his 'flings'; no girl, nor boy for that manner, in Slytherin was left untouched. I was always one of his favorites, a fact in which I took great pride. That all changed during our fifth year. He would come to me less and less; halfway through the year he stopped coming to me altogether. At first I thought that he was seeing someone, but that never stopped him before. So, it is understandable what I did next.
I began to spy on one Draco Malfoy.
One late Friday night, around 11:45 or so, I heard Draco sneak out of our dormitory. That was exactly the thing I've been waiting for. It is not easy to follow a Slytherin, we are all very paranoid, but after years of practice at my house, pursuing Draco was child's play. He ended up leading me into an unused potion's room, who I found there was the biggest shock my system has ever had
Really, I was expecting someone like Pansy; even Weasley wouldn't have as immense of a surprise. But, no, it was Potter. Yes the Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Bloody-Die, and the bane of every Slytherin's existence. It just got even more bizarre from there; Draco's eyes were warm. Never, in the five and a half years I've known him, had I seen his eyes warm. Any other person, Potter included, would mistake that look for lust, but I know better. There have been many times I've seen lust in Draco Malfoy's eyes, and now was not one of those.
"Potter," Draco acknowledged the room's other occupant.
"Malfoy," Potter growled.
"Feisty tonight?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Potter just smirked before he latched himself onto Draco, that really was the hottest thing I ever saw in my life. I remember after that I had to take a very cold shower that night before I returned to the boy's dormitory.
That was how most of their meetings were like, except sometimes the positions were switched. They were all passion and lust, none of the warmth that I saw in Draco's eyes. Apparently, he didn't want Potter to know it was there, he was afraid to, I believe. That's the only thing that Draco has ever been frightened about.
As the year progressed I noticed things that seemed so inconsequential before— looks so quickly passed between them that held an entire conversation ('Last night was bloody wonderful' 'Yes, it was, wasn't it?' 'Same place?' 'But of course, same time?' 'Yes, see you then' 'Mmmm... can't wait') the many innuendos contained within their 'fights'. Finnegan knew as well, he thought he was the only one, stupid Gryffindor, not many people knew, but there were others.
Many people may wonder why I don't say anything, or at least blackmail Draco, me being a Slytherin and all. It's simply because I am weak, he is my one weakness. I was once his favorite toy, like I said, and being his toy didn't bother me, because I care about him. Oddly, I want him to be happy more than I wish happiness for myself, and he's happy with Potter. He loves Potter. There's no way I could take that from him, I'm starting to sound like a bloody Gryffindor!
For now, I'll keep his secret and let him peacefully live during his forbidden nights.
A/N: I didn't really think it was that hard to figure out, but it's Blaise.