Disclaimer: Alright, it's slash. Alright, it's Harry/Draco. If you really want someone to blame, blame my girlfriend for the posting. hides
"So Potter?" Draco threw Harry one of his characteristic sneers and took his wand out of his pocket, pointing it at Harry and Ron with an exaggerated feminine flourish, "Off to snog wickle Ronnikins?"
Ron turned purple with rage, but Hermoine blushed, giving Draco enough confidence to continue mocking them.
"Or something better?" He licked his wand suggestively, keeping the sneer on despite having his tongue out and pressed to an admittedly phallic piece of wood.
Hermoine's blush and Ron's face both darkened considerably, but Harry determinedly pulled them both past Draco and his cronies, pausing only to snarl something vaguely threatening at the Slytherin boy.
When they were back in the common room, Ron turned on Harry in an apocolyptic rage.
"What in the bloody hell, Harry?" He exploded, as Hermoine made a noise of disapproval at them both, "Why didn't you hex him? Or knock him a good one? Or both?"
His outburst had gotten the attention of everyone in the room, who turned to stare at the pair of apparently-bickering boys, drawing a slight blush from Harry.
He looked to Hermoine, who smiled understandingly out of Ron's sight, and Harry took a deep breath.
"Because he's not worth it, Ron. I'm not getting detention because Malfoy is a git," Harry said heatedly, throwing an arm in the general direction of the Slytherin common room, "And with Voldemort," Ron and all the other Gryffindors, excepting Hermoine, flinched, "Being loose and killing people, an arse like Malfoy is the least of all problems!"
Ron stood silent for a moment before whining, "But Harry, he was asking for it..."
"And you're asking to fail Defense Against the Dark Arts if you don't finish that essay on the properties of wolfsbane," Hermoine told him sternly, and the other Gryffindors returned to what they were doing, satisfied that all the juicy bits were over, "And you're not copying mine this time!"
Harry climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitory to the sounds of Ron's pathetic pleading with Hermoine to please, please let him copy at least an inch of the essay.
He collaspsed onto his bed, sighing deeply through his conflicted emotions.
No one should make him feel this way. It ought to be illegal.
He hated Draco. Hated the cocky, shit-eating look he got on his face when he was mocking the three of them, hated his elitism, hated his father and everything the Malfoy family stood for.
But he also wanted so badly to have his friendship. Harry saw the way Draco was with his friends, knew that the Slytherin could be nice, and considerate, even a gentlemen at times.
Sometimes he would wake up nights with ill-fitting pajama bottoms, the only thing explaining them a vague thought of Draco at the back of his mind. For the rest of the night he'd have problems going back to sleep, trying desperately to ignore the bulge in his pants, the thoughts of his enemy floating through his mind and dreams.
He wanted to taste him, touch him, hell Harry wanted to fuck him senseless. He wanted to run his fingers through his platinum hair, it looked soft, so soft, drfift his fingertips over the smooth, creamy skin, he wanted Draco to scream his name. He wanted everything from the Slytherin, everything he could offer.
Harry fought with these thoughts everyday, with the hatred and desire, loathing and lust that coursed through him everytime he saw Draco. He thought about him in every spare moment he had, messed up spells for daydreaming, and was consumed by guilty thoughts constantly,haunted byhis own longings.
The worst of it all, though, was that he couldn't tell Ron. Ron, his best mate and closest friend, was not only homophobic,but genuinely hated Malfoy, with no redemption in sight.
And Harry hated lying to Ron. Hated that he had to tell him things like he had in the common room, had tofeed him half-truths and mumbled excuses.
At least he hadn't lied to him this time, at least not completely.It was true that Draco should be less of a concern than Voldemort, but was he really?
Could anyone that brought out such strong, inherently conflicting emotions in Harry, love and hate, be less of a threat than Voldemort?
