Title: Pretty eyes.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling!!

Rating: M in following chapters.

Pairings: Draco/Harry.

Summary: After summer, Hogwarts opens it's doors again. Harry's happy to go back, but people says he looks like a girl! Also, Malfoy and Zabini begin to act strangely towards him… D/H.

A/N: Again, I'm very sorry for this late update! Studies are taking all of my time, seeing as the end of the scholar year approaches fast. I loved writing this chapter, a lot. Specially the end. I'm trying to improve my English but it's very difficult xD Thanks to my beta, d3m0nang3l1106, this is readable; thaaankyouu a lot : ) um, there's not much more to say. I'm already stressing thinking of the amount of studying that waits for me this weekend. Luckily, there's the night to do things and relax xD Hooray for the night!! Anyhow, thanks to all of you that read, and patiently wait for this dumb head to write xD And thanks to all of you that review :P I hope you'll like this chapter!!

Pretty eyes

"Harry, Dear."

"Yes, Rudolph."

"That blonde is a beautiful one, isn't he? How do you know him?"

"From school, stupid. How else? He's a Slytherin, and the worst one, for that matter."

"You think so?"

"I know so, Rudolph. Why do you keep asking things about him?"

"Because I find him pretty interesting."

"Interesting in which way?"

"Well, he looked rather angry at me."

"Only because of that? Rudolph, that guy is always angry at everybody. He thinks he rules the world, as if he was some kind of God. I can't stand him!"

"Hmm."

'Little liar!' inwardly thought Rudolph. 'It's obvious that he likes him. Or, at least, he's attracted to him. And the other boy, also, looks pretty possessive. I'm going to have to find some way of seducing Harry faster, or I'm going to lose my opportunity.'

"Hey, Rudolph, for how long have we been speaking?"

"Huh? Oh, I don't know. A couple of hours, perhaps."

"Much more than that. I want to sleep. Get away now."

"You're chasing me?"

"Yeah, out! Out!"

"Oh!" said the ghost, adapting a dramatic attitude, "I'm feeling so hurt! Don't you see how much I love you? And yet, you treat me with such cruelty!"

"Oh, come on! Get out! You can come again, tomorrow, if you want."

"Really?" said Rudolph, with a brightening smile on his face.

"Yeah, it gets very lonely when Malfoy finishes his work, some company won't be bad, even if it's yours."

"Hmm, well, I accept your offer, even if I'm only replacing that gorgeous blonde."

"What replacement? Just come, and that's it. Okay?"

"Okay, I will. I'll be going then. Good night, dear boy."

And with that, the ghost disappeared. Night went on, and Harry, like every other night, had a hard time falling asleep. Some of the medications were very strong, and had strange after effects that some times didn't let him sleep.

Like that, the next morning Harry woke up after having slept little more than five hours. Madam Pomphrey rushed mere minutes after his awakening, startling the brunette with her stressed chatting. She gave him his breakfast and forced three disgusting potions down his throat.

"How much longer am I going to have to stay in here?"

"I don't know, Potter. It can go from three days to three weeks."

"And my classes?"

"You'll have to do with the lessons that Ms. Granger brings you everyday."

"I'm losing all my time in here!"

"And you could lose other things out there! So don't be so whiny about this, Potter, and stay calm."

'Great…'

The rest of the day went on in a boring rhythm, with nothing to do, waiting for his friends to come, and for Malfoy to take care of him.

Speaking of the Slytherin, Harry had begun to feel that something had changed a lot between them. Even if they were constantly bickering, he felt that the tension between them had faded away a little bit. They even joked and laughed together sometimes, feeling at ease with each other.

The brunette felt a bit uneasy with that change, but he wasn't completely displeased. It was nice to chat – almost – civilly with the person that took care of you.

'He's late today…He should have been here fifteen minutes ago. I wonder what's wrong….'

Harry resumed looking at the curtains, lost in thought.

"Hey, Potter."

"Oh! Finally, you're here! You're late, you know." said Harry, in a reproaching tone.

"Well, sorry, you're not the center of my life, you know."

"I know, but you've got obligations here."

"What, were you actually waiting for me, pot-head?"

"I wasn't!! You too aren't the center of my life, stupid git! Don't think so much of yourself, Malfoy!"

"Hey, hey, there's no need to be so angry!"

"Don't provoke me, then."

Draco decided not to say anything, seeing as the brunette was in a rather violent mood that day. Absently, the blonde wondered why he was like that.

"Well, Potter, seems like Pomphrey isn't here today, as always."

"Yeah. There's always people coming in but she's never here. Three hours ago, a guy from Hufflepuff came in, with the hand covered in blood, and he didn't get to be cured 'cause she was I-don't-know-where. I wonder what she's doing, the previous years she's never failed to her job like this."

"Yeah, that's pretty strange from her…"

"…Yeah."

Harry felt very strange, suddenly speaking so casually with his arch nemesis. He felt like it was some kind of danger, boiling up in the darkness, and waiting for a moment of weakness from him to explode without warning.

"Well, I'm going to apply the pomade to begin, okay?"

"'Kay."

Harry sat on the bed, and removed his pajama shirt, revealing a frail and skinny body.

"Hey, have you lost weight? You're skinnier than before."

"Oh, perhaps. Food here isn't the best, you know. Eck!!" exclaimed the brunette, faking a disgusted grim. The blonde laughed at his expression while making him turn, facing the wall.

For some minutes, they just silently wandered in their own thoughts, feeling uneasy but comfortable at the same time, in each other's company.

"How come you're not scolding me non-stop today?"

"Why are you asking that?"

"Because it's true!" exclaimed Harry, turning his head slightly towards him, and flashing him a hesitant smile. "You're nicer than yesterday and the previous days."

"…Thanks…Now shut up and turn around."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Hey, a few minutes ago you looked a bit pissed off; why was that?"

"…It's none of your concern. And you, why were you late?"

"Hey, why should I answer that if you haven't answered my question?"

"Shut up."

"Don't want to tell me, Potter?" smirked the blonde, "Is it some shameful secret you don't want me to know?"

"It's not a secret, Malfoy. I was just bothered because you're supposed to be taking care of me and yet you arrive late. I lost my patience, that's all. I really hope I'll get out of here soon."

"…Were you actually – waiting for me? You were bothered because I didn't arrive at the time you expected?" taunted the Slytherin.

Without answering back, Harry's eyes opened wide in realization. It was because of that. He was always waiting for the Slytherin to come, making his long, boring days, pass with thoughts of their conversation. The brunette gulped hard, with plenty of questions swirling in his head. Did that mean that he was beginning to acknowledge the blonde…?

"Potter?" asked Draco from behind. He didn't get an answer, so he didn't insist. He couldn't see Harry's face, but he knew that the Gryffindor was going trough a dramatic interior battle.

Draco smirked inwardly, beginning to understand that his words had had effect on the petite boy. He calmly continued to apply the pomade, massaging his smooth back. Little by little, he could see a blush invading the other's neck. Seeing that, he applied more strength into his movements, waiting for a new reaction – the blush sped up and visibly covered all of Harry's neck and face.

"What, you're actually liking this?"

"…Uh, no."

"Oh, but look at you, you're almost shivering."

"That's not true!" said the Gryffindor feebly.

Draco, then, kneeled on the bed, and roughly pressing the other's shoulders.

"Ow! You're hurting me!"

"Oh, so sorry." He kissed the spot where his finger marks remained, restraining a chuckle when the other boy jumped slightly.

"What are you doiiiiiiiiiiing!!" screamed Harry, rapidly turning to face him.

"Me? Nothing, just giving you a nice, relaxing massage."

"This is anything but relaxing!"

"Oh, really? And what would you say if I did this?"

Draco slipped his hand under the other's shirt, pressing his thumbs on his stomach, slightly rubbing it in circles.

"You – you're going too far…!"

"Your face doesn't correspond to your words, you know."

Sneakily, he descended his fingers and stopped over the elastic of the brunette's pajama pants. There, he drew slow circles on the white skin, feeling Harry's resistance and strength go away.

Feebly, the Savior of the Wizarding World attempted to undo his 'attacker's' grip, and tried to restrict the sensations his touch brought him; without success. 'Shit…It's just so good, my mind goes blank…' He thought, frustrated.

Losing all the self-control remaining in him, Draco launched himself at Harry, savagely nibbling on his neck. He sniffed deeply at his smooth hair, making a comment on how beautiful it was and how much he liked the feel of it.

"What lovely noises you're making, Harry…!" smirked Draco, kissing every bit of skin he could see. His long pale hands made their way up Harry's body to unbutton his top.

When he felt those hot hands against his skin, Harry seemed to drown in pleasure. And then, when he felt like his whole body would explode in heat, something seemed to 'click' in his head.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

WHACK! Harry slapped the blonde across his face, kicking him out of the bed.

"OW! But – But what are you doing? Shit! Don't hit me like this! If you don't want it, then don't let me touch you in the first place!"

"You – you – you –you PERVERT!"

"…I wonder which one of us is more of a pervert." he pointed Harry's low part, which was standing in all it's glory under his pants.

The brunette quickly covered himself, blushing in shame.

"Jeez, Potter, I know that denial is hard, but please don't hit me like that again. It hurts."

"Wh- wha- what denial?? You don't know what you're talking about! There's no denial whatsoever!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"You – Get out of here!!"

Draco smirked, looking at the cute, flushed brunette that was heavily panting on the bed.

"Okay. See you tomorrow, then."

And he stormed off, without looking back. He wondered what the brunette's face looked like, though he had a pretty clear idea.

He had finally decided. He didn't want to continue denying his growing desire for the Gryffindor, and he knew he wouldn't be able to anyway.

Little by little, he had come to desire the other boy, and then want him completely. Not only his body either, but his heart and mind also. He was just so cute. So innocent, it made him laugh.

There was no use in trying to restrain himself of wanting the brunette; it would only cause him problems. He decided to let his desire run free, and to seduce the other boy by any means. He knew that, even if the brunette had no clue, he had already won him over.