A/N: I had super fun with this one and the sudden break is intentional.
I couldn't stop playing the scene in my mind. He didn't hate me, well as far as I knew.
"Draco, what is the matter with you?" Someone sneered. I wasn't paying attention to them but I did feel my cheeks brighten. Then I heard someone else snickering.
"Malfoy, there something wrong with you? Your cheeks are as red as the Gryffindor flag." Someone else said. Many snickered at that.
"I was mad at Potter's insufferable little know-it-all mudblood friend." I said again trying to play it off. No one in my house knew I was gay and I did not want them to.
..After Supper
I was walking down the corridor slightly in a daze when somebody came up behind me and immobilized me.
"And to whom do I owe this pleasure of finding you alone in the corridor?" His lip grazed my ear, and I felt my pants tighten.
"To whom do I owe the pleasure of being thrown on the floor and laid on?" I growled back.
"Depends on who is getting the reward." Before I could reply to that I was suddenly on my back and there was a black haired Potter sitting on my pants, which grew tighter. My hands were free to prop myself up on my elbows.
"So, Potter why have you come to attack me? I suppose now you would like to do something heroic in which everyone has more of an excuse to stare at your scar?" He snickered.
"What do you consider heroic?"
"Well, I don't know but the whole hero thing is rather cute."
"Shall I save the day?" he smiled. I leaned up and we started to kiss again…..