Chapter 6

'Ok, it's been twenty minutes, how long could it take someone to say one word, I mean Jesus this is killing me.' Harry was not a happy boy; he had been drilling his fingers on the table for a hell of a long time now waiting for Malfoy's return. Seamus was also not a happy boy; he had been grinding a knife into the table, trying to convince himself to not cut Harry's fingers off.

Finally Malfoy returned and beckoned Harry to follow him outside, which Harry did as fast as his little legs could carry him, very inconspicuously of course.

"Right it's done, your little companions shouldn't remember a thing. Hold the applause, I know I'm good." Malfoy was looking very pleased with himself, smirking and twirling his wand between his fingers.

"Nothing went wrong then, they've forgotten about it?"

"Yes, yes of course, now if that's all I must pop to class, but don't worry my sweet I'll definitely be seeing you and your hot little mouth tonight. Toodles!" He blew a kiss in Harry's direction and with that he glided away to class.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Stuck up prick, least he got it done. Wonder where R-'

Just then a shock of red hair appeared from the left staircase and interrupted his chain of thought.

"Harry, mate, me and Herm wanna apologise for being a bit sharp with you at the station." Ron said, in his annoyingly gleeful voice, which made Harry just wanna punch him to death.

"Sharp with me, fucking sharp with me?! You fucking ignored me for the entire train journey because I care enough about my owl to not send her over the fucking Atlantic and you expect me just to forgive you? Jesus Christ Ron, you really are denser than I thought. Over the past 24 hours I've discovered a lot of unsavoury things about you Ron, discriminations that stop me from ever being your friend, so you can take your so called laurel leaf and stick it up your arsehole." Harry was practically blue in the face from screaming at his former friend, and didn't notice the crowd that was starting to form around the so-called 'Golden Trio'.

"Now Harry, lets all calm down, and please watch your mouth." Hermione said, looking around self-consciously. Harry could tell she was about to start into one of her self-righteous speeches and he sure as hell wasn't in the mood for it right now.

"No Hermione, I will not calm down, and I will not fucking watch my mouth. All these years you've mothered me to fucking death and I'm sick of it. I can look after myself and I'm the only one who can make decisions about my life, and to think I thought you were smart, but you just can't get that into your thick skull. I'm sorry, you were both assholes to me and I can't forgive you for it. You were my best friends, and Ron you were my first friend, but never in all the time I've known you did I realise how close- minded you were, how naïve, how self-righteous you were, even the bloody Slytherins talked to me when you wouldn't. That's not what friendship is, therefore I certainly don't want whatever you are offering to me. So do me a favour and get you heads out of your own arses and leave me the hell alone." Saying all he had wanted to say, he turned to leave when he heard Ron speak to Hermione.

"All this over his stupid bird, maybe he is the ego-centric star everyone thinks he is."

This tipped Harry over the edge.

"You stupid cunt."

Harry raised his fist and punched Ron square in the jaw. Sent reeling from the force of the punch, Ron landed on the floor of the hall in a heap, holding his bleeding nose. Already the side of his face that Harry hit was turning an unhealthy purple colour, Hermione was on her knees beside him cooing at her boyfriend, and Harry was looking at his fist, which was covered in Ron's blood with a disbelieving face. Finally coming to his senses and realising what he had done, he turned and ran through the oak doors and into the grounds of Hogwarts.

He kept running till he reached the edge of the forest and sat down under a tree to survey the damage. He would probably get a shit load of detention and points deducted, but he realised he didn't really care.

'He got what he fucking deserved, maybe Malfoy was right in calling him Weasel, he is a manipulative little dickhead.' Sighing to himself he started to get up, but heard the approaching steps of someone and decided to sit back down again.

"Good show, old boy. Nice right hook as well, I'm impressed I always thought with a feminine little figure like yours you would never be able to pull it off, but I would say you broke his nose, at least." Malfoy drawled at him as he sat down on the grass beside Harry. "I wasn't planning on seeing you till later, but I just had to be the first one to congratulate you." He was smirking at Harry again.

"Yes well, I didn't really mean to hit him, but I'm kinda glad I did. He deserved it, the git." Harry was still seething from the fight, but as he looked over to Malfoy he couldn't help but let his eyes roam.

Malfoy's silver-blond hair hung down to his chin in bangs and it was slightly shorter at the back. Tiny parts of it flitted into his eyes from time to time because of the wind, but other than that it was immaculate. His black robes were slightly open at the front and Harry could see his Slytherin tie and the collar of his shirt loosened. This surprised Harry, he would have expected the Slytherin to be flawless with the presentation his clothes, but for some unknown reason the fact that they weren't made him more human to Harry, more similar to himself. Shaking that thought away, he carried on his inspection. His robes fell open at the thigh from the way he was sitting and Harry could see quite tight black school trousers. He could see the outline of Malfoy's thigh muscle through the fabric but once his gaze moved slightly higher, an X-rated mental image came into his head and he blushed and had to look away.

"See something you like Potter? Because you know, we could move our little appointment forward a few hours if you do." Malfoy raised his eyebrow at Harry, who was currently attempting to sort through all this new information in his head.

He found Malfoy attractive? When the fuck had that happened. I mean he knew he had to pleasure Malfoy for a month but he had thought that it was sickening that he had to. Why was he suddenly becoming fonder of the idea? Because he's hot, you twat 'Grrr still with the voices.' Over the past two days, the little bastard had grown on him, as much as he hated to admit it, he liked seeing Malfoy's little smirk and hearing his ever present drawl. 'Maybe it's my head trying to not make this experience as bad as it is. Yes that's it, it's just the rational side of my brain helping me out.' Silently congratulating himself on finally thinking logically, he looked round and realised Draco was still there waiting for an answer.

"Yes I think we should move it up." He said looking Draco straight in the eye, and was met with a pair of lips pressed to his, and an incessant little tongue begging for entrance, which he granted, eagerly.