Slytherin Seduction

Chapter 1-The Beginning

Harry slowly reached for his goblet. Draco had been staring at him again and it was starting to get annoying.

"He's looking at me again. What do I do?" he asked his friends quietly.

"Why don't you go talk to him," Hermione said suggestively.

She had secretly been trying to get Harry and Draco together since their fourth year, not to mention her help from a couple of other students. Every one in the sixth year class knew Draco had the biggest crush on Harry, though neither would admit it. Harry had chosen to play the stupid little boy with a secret admirer.

"That's not helping, Hermione." Harry retorted getting rather flustered.

"Ok, just trying to help."

"Mione, you know Harry doesn't like Draco like that."

"Draco! When did he become Draco? Didn't we always call him Malfoy?"

"Yeah, but since the parties he's gotten a lot, well, cooler."

The parties that Ron was referring to are a constant Saturday night truth or dare game that most sixth years attended. Since then the houses have gotten a lot friendlier towards each other. For instance it was rumored that Blaise Zabini and Seamus Finnegan were currently "together", Dean is extremely pissed. The parties were held in the Room of Requirement every Saturday at 11 o'clock.

"C'mon, admit it, Harry. You like Draco and he likes you. There's nothing wrong with that." Seamus had decided to join the conversation.

"I won't admit to something that is not true."

After that Harry got up and stealthily slunk out of the Great Hall, he wasn't hungry anyway. By this point he had gotten so good at doing this that the only people who noticed him leave were the conversation group, Dumbledore and, of course, Draco. Harry trekked down the well known hallways, not even aware of where he was going. After about five minutes he was pulled into a deserted classroom.

"Harry, just listen to me for a second. I realize that I'm not your favorite person in the wizarding world, but I want you to know that…"

"Ok can I see who I'm talking to? It may be a little easier to, accept you this way."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Lumos."

Harry was shot with a blinding light right after he put his hand up. As soon as the room had become clearer Harry dropped his hand. Standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy, the one person he did not want to be alone with.

"Ok, as I was saying. I realize that I'm not your favorite person in the wizarding world, but I wanted to let you know that…that…"

'He was obviously practicing this speech earlier,' Harry thought as Draco stammered on.

"Draco, wait. I want to get one thing clear first."

Draco nodded.

"Do you like me, like a boyfriend like."

Draco's sudden blush and silence gave Harry the answer he wanted to hear.

'Wait, that's what I wanted to hear, maybe I do like Draco like that.'

"Ok, then can I see something."

"Anything."

Harry slowly crossed the room unable to believe what he was about to do. As he came closer and closer to Draco all he could think about was his beautiful grey eyes and luscious lips.

'Wait.' Harry froze, suddenly aware of his minds plan to kiss Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, his arch-nemesis. He couldn't go through with it, he bolted for the door. He heard a faint, "Harry, no. Come back," as he dashed down the hallway. He didn't stop running until he got to the Gryffindor portrait.

"Bumble-dumer," he gasped at the fat lady. She swung open and Harry climbed in with a faint "Harry, no. Come back," ringing in his ears.

"Harry, where have you been? The feast ended like twenty minutes ago."

"Can't talk, must…sleep…or something."

The next morning Harry awoke from a restless night of…awkward dreams.