What could Harry say about Dracy Malfoy? She was a coward, and a bully, and admittedly, rather clever at potions.
She had a foxy smile, soulless gray orbs, and hair of spun gold. Harry was reluctant to admit it, but he often fantasized of threading his fingers on her soft, long hair and tugging gently on it at the same time. Make her cry out in surprise, make her blush, make her moan...
To force the Malfoy heiress to lose composure and claim her plump lips until his thirst was sated. Merlin, he was smitten!
For a long while, he had not considered Dracy to be well, one of the girls. A coward she may be but she talked the talk and was willing to risk annoying boys with her presence no matter the consequences.
But then again, she was counting on the Gryffindor's nobleness not to hex her. But Harry's patience was running thin. However, after breaking Harry's nose on the train compartment and immobilizing him, the boy could no longer underestimate her, despite her delicate figure and sexually arousing voice. Therefore, Harry had decided this year he would use a different approach to subdue his foe, seduction.
Just the thought of making Slytherin princess Malfoy kind and docile send a thrill to his veins. He was smiling stupidly, staring at his treacle tart while thinking of taming Dracy.
"Merlin mate. It's just a tart. You look like you want to marry it," his best friend Ron Weasley said, before digging into his shepherd's pie like he was a starved man in a desert.
They were eating in the kitchens past curfew.
"You're one to talk Ronald," Hermione, Harry's other best friend announced.
"You're supposed to expect that from me, Mione. Anyway, what are you daydreaming about mate?"
"Dracy Malfoy," Harry admitted.
"Dracy Malfoy...strangled by Devil's snare?" Ron asked in a hopeful voice. He was talking with his mouth full.
"No," Harry said.
"Dracy Malfoy...moving to another magical school?" Hermione guessed while eating plenty of vegetables.
Ron made a face at her choice of food.
"Missed," Harry answered.
Ron and Hermione looked at him expectantly, waiting for Harry to answer.
"Dracy Malfoy," Harry said, "Sweet as a treacle tart, apologetic, in love..."
"She already is in love, mate. With herself," Ron said while pulling a face.
"Oh, Harry. I didn't know you felt that way," Hermione replied, not sure what to do with the situation.
"Huh?" Ron asked.
"Honestly Ronald, pay attention. Harry fancies Dracy."
Ron felt like he might be getting sick.
"Mate, you can do so much better," he said, only to be hit with a napkin by Hermione.
"Ron, be more sensitive to Harry's feelings. You make it sound like he can control how he feels."
"Alright, alright. Merlin, stop hitting me."
"Mione, will you help me out? I kind of don't have a clue how to talk to girls, let alone how to gain the love of Dracy Malfoy?" Harry admitted while blushing.
"Of course, Harry! I'm no expert on romance myself but, given that I'm female, I could tell you everything that I would find bewitching, and let's hope that Dracy thinks similarly," Hermione said.
"I'm sure it'll be fine, Hermione. You're the brightest witch of our age, after all," Ron told her, trying to encourage her.
"Thanks, Ron."
"Alright, so the first thing that I would find charming is a loving, funny person, who cares about my opinions and values my passions and ambitions. Someone who is always there for me. He has to care more about my personality than how I look, but at the same time, I would like it if he complimented my looks or my intelligence. Of course, I don't want over the top compliments, I do not expect to be treated like royalty but-"
"But you are like a princess, Hermione," Ron said, smiling charmingly "It would be hard for any bloke to resist complimenting you all the time."
"I-thank you, Ron," Hermione replied, her cheeks beginning to redden.
"And, Harry, you have a beautiful voice. Try to talk softer and lower, to come a bit closer to her, make her feel special."
"Thank you, Hermione. I'll try your bits of advice," Harry said, discarding the treacle tart, too nervous about talking to Dracy to eat.
"Good luck, mate," Ron commented putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. His voice was grave as if Harry was going to war, instead of trying to seduce Dracy.
After the discussion, the golden trio sneaked back to bed using Harry's Invisibility Cloak. Harry remained in bed for approximatively ten minutes, before, after hearing Ron snore, he took the cloak and explored the castle, hoping to "accidentally" stumble into prefect Dracy Malfoy.
Dracy was walking her rounds, hoping to catch a misbehaving first year on their first day at Hogwarts and to give them the detention of their life! So gruesome that their ancestors would talk about it centuries after Dracy had punished them. At the same time, the girl was worried about her secret task that seemed impossible and she had no idea how to achieve it. She couldn't let herself fail, her mother and father's lives were counting on it!
Dracy hid her face with her hands, she was about to cry in frustration.
"Malfoy, no reason to hide your pretty face," Harry said softly from her right which caused Dracy to almost jump out of her skin.
"Potter, show yourself! Ten points from Gryffindor for being an idiotic stalker," Dracy told him, embarrassed that harry had seen her weakest.
'Pretty? Did Potter hit his head?' Dracy thought.
"Take twenty, if it makes you smile," Harry said while smiling dazzlingly, and pulling the Cloak away for a second, revealing only his face.
"I think I'll take thirty!" Malfoy announced while smirking.
"I assure you, Malfoy, I can win those thirty points back by the end of the night," Harry commented, confidently.
"Granger has likely gone to bed, Potter. No chances of being randomly given house points for breathing, I'm afraid."
"I like it when you're sassy," Harry said, getting a bit closer to Dracy.
"Potter what, what's wrong with you?" Dracy Malfoy asked while raising an eyebrow.
"You, me, a date in the Hogwarts kitchens. Unless you're scared, Malfoy?"
"You wish, Potter!" Dracy said, before even coming to terms with what she was agreeing.
Harry smiled victoriously, his heart beating faster and faster as he took hold of Dracy's hand, enveloped her in the cloak, and lead her gently to the kitchens.
"I know where the kitchens are Potter. Stop dragging me!"
Harry entered first, letting go of Dracy's hand and gentlemanly adjusting a chair so that Dracy could sit in it. It was very strange for the girl.
"This is a trap, isn't it, Potter? You want to catch me doing something bad then rat me out to your little Gryffindor buddies!" Dracy told him, her voice a bit hysterical.
Harry put his hands on her shoulders, looking intently at her left forearm.
"No trap, my little death eater. I already know you joined Voldemort and I figured if I found out, Dumbledore most certainly knows," Harry responded, sneering for a bit.
"I, I don't know what you're talking about," Dracy stuttered, wanting to leave.
"Of course not," Harry cooed softly while taking hold of her right hand and stroking it gently "I don't intend to force you to spill out Voldemort's plans now, Dracy, I'm confident you will eventually tell me yourself."
Dracy Malfoy was staring open-mouthed at the boy who lived, blinking slowly, trying not to betray herself.
"What makes you think I want anything to do with you, Potter? After you rejected my hand in friendship and got my father in Azkaban...!" Dracy growled and extricated her hand from Harry who looked at her playfully, measuring his words.
"You've insulted my first friend, Dracy, that did not scream friendship material to me. But you can be more than my friend," Harry said, leaning closer, his breath tickling Dracy's cheek "As for your father, it was done in self-defense. He would have likely brought me to Voldemort after he got ahold of the prophecy if I didn't have any backup. He was practically leaping in joy at the thought."
"Rest assured I am leaping in joy at the thought of your imminent defeat, also, Potter," Dracy sneered, turning her nose up at Harry's offering.
"Ah, but then who would be here to woo you, little princess Dracy?" Harry asked, then quickly began to stroke her cheek. Dracy's lips parted, she let out a sound of surprise.
"O-Over half the school wants me, Potter," she stammered, "Why should you be any different?"
Harry rolled his eyes and said, "I doubt over half the school could make you feel like I do, princess."
"Vexed?"
"Obsessed. Don't try to deny it. You are always bothering me, flirting with me, courting trouble, little minx," he said, his eyes boring into hers.
"Perhaps I was flirting with Weasley. What do you know, Potter?" Dracy asked.
"So you do admit you were flirting," Harry commented, leaning back into his chair.
"And if I was?" Dracy asked imperiously, looking around at the empty table and saying "You are a lousy date, Potter. No food, no candles, no romantic serenade. Precisely what are you offering?"
"Spoken like a true Slytherin," Harry said before kissing her impulsively.
Time seemed to stop. Dracy felt pleasant tingles going down her back, along with immense pleasure. She had kissed boys before, but none of them initiated the kiss, none of them were this eager. Harry was blushing, he had no experience besides that horrible kiss with Cho, but he didn't want that to be noticeable.
Despite the eagerness of the kiss, it was brief, like stolen kisses inside broom closets.
"I offer you my heart, Dracy," Harry said while thinking 'Please don't stomp on it.'
Dracy laughed incredulously, then tried to make a joke "Nice try, Potter. I only accept cash or credit."
Harry smiled and said, "I've been told before that my heart is golden. It should be precious enough for your tastes, my little death eater."
"I-m not, I, Potter. You can't mean what you're saying."
"Should I kiss you again, to prove it?" Harry challenged.
"No!" Dracy said and Harry relented, although his eyes were still focused on her delectable, red lips.
"I, we can't be together Potter. It's absurd. We're arch-foes!"
"Excuse me, Malfoy, but I'm afraid Voldemort has outranked you in that regard," Harry snorted before smiling softly.
"You got my father in bloody Azkaban! It would be a betrayal to him," she told him angrily.
"The same father who has betrayed you by signing your life over to Voldemort? Are you not scared of him? Even I am."
Dracy was reminded of her task, of Voldemort threatening to end her mother's life over tea, of her crazy aunt Bella's laughter at her fear of the Dark Lord and her mocking soft words said in a baby voice. She began to tremble and nod.
Harry noticed it immediately and drew her into a protective embrace.
"Shhh!" he said while rubbing circles on her back.
'He smells like black tea and mint,' Dracy noticed. She loved black tea.
As she let herself sink into his embrace, Harry told her "Come on, Malfoy. Break the rules with me. Let a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, a Boy who lived and a death eater fall in love. I shall protect you, my pretty snake."
"I, Potter..."
"Do you want me, Dracy?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Dracy said in a small, vulnerable voice then let herself be kissed.
After they pulled out, Harry's eyes were sparkling with love and mischief.
"So, as your new boyfriend, any chance you might want to give Gryffindor back those thirty points, Dracy?"
"In your dreams Pot-Harry..."