Chapter Four

Draco growled and scrunched up the note in his fist before glaring at Harry. The brunette blew him a kiss in response before strolling back to his table, followed by his giggling companions. Draco felt his cheeks warming at the thought of Mudblood and Weasel knowing his feelings towards the boy-who-wouldn't-do-us-all-a-bloody-favor-and-die-already.

"Dray…" He turned back to glare at Pansy, who was trying desperately hard to hold in a laugh.

"What?"

"What are we going to do about your urm…? Little problem?" Out of instinct, Draco looked down to his lap before realizing his mistake and covering the mark on his neck with one hand.

Pansy couldn't restrain her laugh this time as she spluttered, covering her mouth in a hope to disguise it and then coughing for good measure.

"Oh shut up Pans-EEE!" Without warning, the dark-haired girl latched herself to his neck in the same place Harry had marked him and sucked lightly.

Draco had to force himself not to vomit as he watched most of the student body gasp and look over. His eyes quickly met a pool of green as Harry glared at him from across the hall. Draco managed to smirk at him before clearing his throat, signaling for his friend to detach herself from his neck.

She grinned as she pulled back and winked at him before digging into her meal of celery once more. Immediately after there was a rumble of students commenting on the mark on his neck. Luckily for him, the mutters died down quickly as most people already assumed he and Pansy were together, despite never being as, intimate, in public before.

Draco looked up for a second time to find that Harry hadn't moved at all, his glare bore into him and sent a shudder down his spine but found himself lost in the intensity of the gaze, until Pansy elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"How dare she! Stupid Bi-"

"Harry," Ron cut him off by waving his hand in front of Harry's in an effort to deter his glare. Harry didn't move. "Look mate, I really don't understand, you hated the stupid git this morning, I get the whole, 'being attracted to him' lark… Well, I don't, but I can kind of see where you're coming from, but why are you suddenly all 'I heart Malfoy!'? I mean… why now?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows at the phrasing but directed her gaze to Harry in the same hope that she would receive an answer. "He's right Harry, and we did help you out so you should tell us."

Harry dropped his glare and sighed, looking over to Hermione. "Don't get me wrong, Malfoy is still a git, and … Well…" He sighed again before shrugging dismissively. "I don't know… I guess, the opportunity was there, and I seized it." He looked into his hands before letting out a little laugh. "Plus I'm pretty possessive, I've never really had anything that's truly mine," He looked over to the Slytherin table from under his lashes and smirked,"but that's going to change."

Hermione and Ron exchanged glances briefly before looking back at Harry who was still smirking at Malfoy.

"You've gone mad mate." Ron concluded, before returning his attention to his plate. After sending a worried look to Harry, Hermione nodded in agreement and sighed.

"Oh Draco!" A visible shudder shook through Draco's body as he turned around to glare at Harry. The brunette was leant against the wall outside of their potions classroom, obviously waiting for Malfoy to turn up. "Don't look at me like that; anyone would think you didn't like me."

Harry smirked as Draco narrowed his eyes even further. "In response to your little note, Potter," One side of Draco's mouth turned up into a smirk as he stalked towards Harry. "I don't and will never belong to anyone. Especially not you." Harry simply raised his eyebrows.

"We'll see about that, Draco." He purred out the blonds' name, sending shivers down his spine. Draco, however, recovered quickly; shot Harry one last glare before marching into the classroom.

With a smirk, Harry followed.

"Seamus, I need some help," Harry started as he took his seat in front of the short, sandy haired Irish boy, hoping for enough time before Snape showed up.

"With potions? I don't think I can help ye with that Harry! Unless yer thinkin' of blowin' the whole place up." Seamus grinned and looked back down at his work. Dean chuckled softly from behind him.

"No I need your help because of your… well, preferences." Seamus snapped his head up quickly, staring at Harry with wide eyes.

"Me what!?" He cast his eyes quickly over Dean, who avoided eye contact and started staring in the opposite direction.

"I know you're gay Seamus. I just need some advice."

"How did ye know?" Seamus whispered and leant forward towards Harry, his brow furrowed. "I never told no one. Well except obviously…" His gaze drifted back to Dean, before focusing on Harry again.

"It's pretty obvious Seamus, but I needed to talk to you because I know I can rely on you not to laugh at-"

He was interrupted as Professor Snape threw the door open and stormed into the classroom, glaring down each student in his path.

Harry quickly turned back around in his seat and picked up his Quill.

"Stupid Git, thinks he's so great, thinks he can just come and own me, thinks he can just look up at me with those big green eyes and I'll just-"

"Draco, what the hell are you mumbling about?" He looked up from where he had been scribbling violently on a spare piece of parchment to see Greg looking down at him, poorly hidden confusion contorting his face.

"Nothing, just stupid Potter."

Greg nodded at him and repeated, "Stupid Potter." Before turning his attention back to the Potions professor.

Draco rested his head on his hand before looked back to his parchment, watching as the little Harry's kept walking into walls and being struck by lightning and being kissed by a miniature Dr- Wait what?

Draco looked back over the picture to see that he had absent mindedly drawn himself kissing Potter! He growled and scribbled over the picture violently until the parchment had ripped and the picture was unrecognizable beneath the ink.

There was no way he was letting Potter think he owned him. No way.

"No way what?" His eyes widened as he looked back to Greg.

"Did I say that out loud?" Greg nodded and Draco paled, looking up to Snape to see if he had noticed.

Thankfully, Severus was still facing the board, his back to his students.

"Nothing Greg." Goyle shrugged and looked down at his parchment, as if hoping the notes would magically write themselves. Draco scoffed before taking out a new piece of parchment and copying the notes off the board.

I know the bit with Seamus may sound a bit random, but he'll be of use in later chapters ^^

Plus, Dean and Seamus are so cute :3

Draco has gone into serious denial mode… Will Harry manage to break him?