[Author's Note] Well I have taken up writing out the chapters in my notebook before typing them up and posting. I can't resist pen and paper. Sorry it's taking so long between Chapter posts, life gets in the way sometime. I would appreciate Reviews. =] Constructive criticism only would be nice. Flamers really aren't welcome. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

Also, Thank you so much to Alli97nomel for writing such a wonderful and uplifting review. It generally made me so happy to read it.

And another thanks to my friend Mark, who is straight and still enjoys reading my smut stories and can't wait for Draco to jump Harry's bones. 3

[Disclaimer] These wonderful toys belong to JKR not me. I just like to play with them when she isn't looking.

Draco had managed to be a whole half an hour late for Charms class. Trying to be unnoticeable, he snuck in quietly. He was unsuccessful, Professor Flitwick noticed him right away, calling him out in front of the class. "Mr. Malfoy, is there a particularly good reason that you are half an hour late for my class?" the tiny wizard stared at him with piercing eyes. The boy's hand immediately flew to his stomach, rubbing it gingerly as though he was in pain. "I'm not feeling all too well, professor. My stomach is all out of sorts. Must have ate something bad or caught a virus." At least he wasn't lying completely, his stomach really did hurt but it was from drinking too much, not from eating something rotten or whatever.

The hard look on the professor's face softened as he took in the appearance of the boy. Disheveled hair, dark circles under his eyes and wrinkled clothing. It was true that Malfoy looked rather under the weather. "Right, well, maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey Mr. Malfoy." The blonde nodded in agreement and left to the sound of students whispering about his current state. They had never really seen him look this out of sorts. Malfoy's didn't walk around looking haggard and having wrinkled clothing. The only good thing was that Harry Potter wasn't in this class with him and wouldn't see him looking so ragged. That would set his progress a step back and we couldn't have that now, could we?

Instead of going to the hospital wing to visit Madam Pomfrey like he was told, Draco decided to head back to the Slytherin dorms. The common room was for once, completely void of chattering students. The quiet was welcome to his throbbing head. Maybe drinking wasn't so fundamental to plotting his enemy's destruction. No it was detrimental, if anything. The alcohol had clouded his brain so he couldn't think clearly. He really needed to keep his head on straight if any of his plans were going to work.

The blonde Slytherin plopped down on one of the plushy couches, eyes focused on the dying embers in the fireplace. He really needed to play his cards right for all of this to really work. What he really needed was to get Potter alone for more than a few minutes. That way he could really get the 'Chosen One' going. He really couldn't wait to have the unruly haired boy panting beneath him, begging for release. Maybe Potter would be the one who could actually slake his insatiable lust. He seriously doubted that though.

Fingering his wand thoughtfully, he accioed a soft, small box from his room. The white pack landed in his lap and he opened it slowly. It was filled with cigarettes. They weren't normal muggle cigarettes though. These burned with colourful plumes of smoke coming from their lit ends. If you knew the technique well enough, you could form all kinds of shapes and words with the malleable smoke. Leave it to wizards to enchant even the smallest and simplest of items to do something different and exciting. Though the age to smoke them was only 16, he had been smoking them since he was only 12. Six years of using them to calm his tense nerves and to relax his mind.

Plucking one of the delicate sticks from the box, he placed it between parted, moist lips. He lit the end with his wand and took a long drag. The smoke unfurled in a brilliant shade of purple before his eyes. This was relaxing, much better than spending the day in long, boring classes and taking notes or listening to the teachers drone on about nothing of importance. Draco was sure one of his eager housemates would bring him the day's homework later on, so no worries on falling behind.

It didn't take Draco long to grow bored with lazing around smoking. With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, he noticed that it was only lunch time. The day was passing by at a rather languid pace. Maybe he really should go see Madam Pomfrey and get some potion for the dull, throbbing ache in his head. Giving a long sigh of resignation, the boy pushed himself slowly from the comforts of his claimed couch and stood up. Stretching his tired bones, he started to leave the common room, heading out the door and towards the Infirmary.

The day had been dragging on for one, certain Mister Potter. Classes had snuck along slowly, seeming almost endless. Though one thing had been rather curious about the day, Draco Malfoy had not showed up for any of their shared classes. Harry found that odd. The Slytherin wasn't one to miss classes. For a very fleeting moment, he wondered if the blonde was alright.

At that moment, Harry almost let out a loud chuckle. He was surely going mad if he was wondering if his nemesis was alright. What the hell was going on with him? Maybe all the years of stress and anguish were finally starting to catch up to him. Yea that had to be it, he was finally starting to go all wonky and lose his mind. Rubbing at his temples, he tried to brush away all thoughts of a certain blonde haired prat. It wouldn't be good to be caught thinking of Malfoy.

Hermione and Ron noticed the concerned look on his face and questioned him with caution. They didn't want to have another repeat performance of him snapping at them, like he had been doing often as of late. "Are you alright Harry? You had um a sort of frightened expression on your face for a moment there." Hermione's voice was soft, timid almost. It seemed that everyone thought they had to walk on eggshells around him. As though he would snap and kill them all at any moment. He knew they meant well, but it was really grating on his nerves.

It was all he could do to keep a long sigh from escaping his lips. "Yea, I'm alright 'Mione. Just lots of homework to do. Worried about the work load this year." The girl's eyes lit up. Now this was her area of expertise. "I'll help you Harry like always, no need to be worried. I will make sure you stay on track. You just have to listen to me." Hermione beamed at him and Harry couldn't help but smile. "Thanks Hermione, you're the best." Arms wrapped around her small body, pulling her close to him and a random thought popped into his mind. Shouldn't he feel something when he was this close to an attractive girl? Shouldn't he enjoy this? Shaking his head and pushing the thought aside, he let go of the smiling girl, giving her a half smile back.

The Gryffindor followed his friends to the Great Hall for dinner. A quick glance at the tabled decked in green and silver told him that his enemy was still missing in action. Where could he be and why did he even care? Merlin, his mind was really starting to freak him out. Harry really needed and craved something to keep his mind off of things. Quidditch would start again soon and then all he would be able to think about was practicing and getting through all his classes. He really couldn't wait.

Madam Pomfrey had swooped down on Draco like a hawk as soon as he stepped into her territory. A stream of questions were followed by instant fussing over his current state. It didn't take her long to whip up a potion for his head and stomach ache. She reluctantly agreed to let him leave after making him promise ten times over to take the potions as soon as he was back to his dorm. She also made him swear that he would lay down and get some rest and to allow the potions to do their healing. Finally, once swearing to do as he was told, he was allowed to leave her clutches.

With little difficulty and obstacles, he managed to get back to the Slytherin common had returned from dinner and were now milling about the room. Most had their books and parchment spread across the tables, quills writing furiously, eager to finish up their homework and spend the rest of the night goofing off.

Cold, grey eyes scanned the crowd. He knew that he should be resting like Poppy had told him too but he wasn't in the mood. With all the dreams he had been having lately about Potter, his body was growing frustrated. He had yet to jump in the sack with anyone this school year. It was long overdue. But who would be the lucky victim this time? Who would get to be his lover of the moment? He would he get to make scream his name and come so hard they saw stars? Should he satisfy his lust with a male or a female body? Should he take Blaise for a romp or Pansy for a ride? Oh the choices he had to make.

At that precise moment, his smooth skinned Italian friend entered the room. A predatory gaze settled on his face as eyes honed in on the caramel coloured boy in an instant. The fellow Slytherin approached him with stacks of paper. "I got your homework for you Draco." only Draco wasn't listening. Moon coloured optics had gone molten, turning into liquid silver as he grabbed Blaise by the arm and pulled him close. With soft lips against the shell of his friend's ear, he whispered "I'm going to strip you down and fuck you tonight Blaise. I am going to make you scream my name. I'm going to make you come over and over again." The Italian boy went rigid, his heart thumping madly, desperately trying to break through his chest cavity. Oh to finally go to bed with Draco malfoy would be a personal fantasy of his come true. Blaise followed Malfoy like a sheep to slaughter to his dorm room, where lust would be satisfied, if only temporarily.

[Side note] Oh did I mention there would be some Blaise x Draco action in the next chapter? Well there will be! Hope you like it dirty cause it's about to get all kinds of raunchy up in here. 3