Chapter 3: Not so innocent?

Author's note: Hello darlings, it's been a while. Today I'm trying my best to update all my ongoing ficts, especially this one because it's near and dear to my pervy heart! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: If only I at least owned Draco….

Last Time: Taking notice at how empty the halls are I quickly dawn my invisibility cloak as I follow a very grumpy looking Malfoy, enjoying the chance to check him out without anyone looking.

I frown, rather disappointed, as I watch his enter the Slytherin portrait hole.

"Now What?" I ask out loud to no one in particular, sulking at the fact that the object of my affections is indeed rather boring.

"Eh, what'd you say?" I turned to grimace at Crabbe and Goyle's impeding large figures as they make their way towards the common room.

"I did'n say nothin'" Goyle looks around suspiciously, before continuing to stomp ape-ishly towards the portrait hole. I quickly jump out of his way, just before he moves his large, meaty fist in the air.

"C'mon Crabbe, hurry it up." The other simply glares as the other Neanderthal mutters the password: "Arduous Anacondas."

Stifling a chuckle at the very Slytherin like password, and the complete idiocy of the two teens, I find myself feeling daring (go Gryffindor courage!) and quickly leap through the portrait hole after them.

Searching the dimly lit dungeon common room I spot my favorite blonde lounging lazily on the couch, a brightly colored book in hand. He glances up at his two house mates with a slightly irritated expression before slipping the book underneath his robe. The two buffoons don't seem to notice his sour mood, and make their way to the couches to join him.

"What's up, Draco?" Crabbe gives the blonde a questioning look.

"Just catching up on some ME time…" the other replies coolly, making an unintentional pouty face, his bottom lip sticking out adorably.

"Uh huh." The other answers dumbly, situating his large body more comfortably in the green velvety couch.

The Malfoy opens his mouth, grimaces, and then closes it. He grabs his belongings in one fluid motion, making his way towards the dorms.

"Where ya goin', Draco?"

"To bed."

Quickly securing the cloak more tightly around me (is this thing getting shorter or am I really getting taller?), I follow the blonde as silently as possible up the stone staircase leading to the bedrooms.

Finally, he opens one of the doors to a room not so unlike the Gryffindor ones, except for the obvious color difference.

I notice his grin as he finds the room is empty except for himself (if only he knew), and plops himself on the farthest green and silver four poster bed. Slipping his pale hand into his cloak he pulls out the book, and lays contently on his belly exploring its contents.

As silently as possible I draw as close to the bed as I dare to examine the other boy. He looks almost serene with his nose in the mysterious book, reminding me slightly of Hermione. A few minutes go by and I continue to watch him, growing bored.

But what had I really expected to witness, a candid wank session? Well maybe.

Suddenly, I begin to notice a change in the Slytherin's color, his usual porcelain pale cheeks turning rosy, and then a bright crimson. Quirking an eyebrow in his direction I begin to wonder just what the heck is the guy reading that he is so immersed in.

Maybe one of those Eros books? Grinning at the idea, I draw even closer, holding in my breath.

'Golden Cain? Eh, what's this… a comic book?'

Leaning over his shoulder I glance over its contents, an image of two drawn males in a rather compromising position.

Feeling a grin spread across my face, I force myself to choke down a laugh. So this is what little Malfoy is reading to turn his face such a bright shade of red.

Where did he even get such a book? I can't help but wonder what dear old daddy would think if he knew his little Draco was reading such things.

Still, it is pretty hot.

I smirk, watching the blonde draw the book closer to his face with wide doe-like eyes, as if trying to take in every detail.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat I decide maybe it's time to have a little fun with my apparently not-so-straight rival.

.To Be Continued…