The Seduction of Draco Malfoy
"This will be tricky, oh yes…very tricky."
"GEROFF ME PEEVES-YOU LUMP OF CRUD!"
Harry Potter's first sight on awakening was Peeves the school poltergeist trying to do some "seductive" tango on Harry's unconscious body. Feeling offended, Peeves sped away through the ceiling. No doubt he was going to have his way with Ronald Weasley next. It was the middle of the night, Harry observed, and he was lying in the hospital wing. He tried with all his might to remember what landed him here this time, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Drat! If he's been in the hospital wing all this time he missed his chance to slip Draco that love potion. No matter, he thought, I'll just have to use my quick wit, stunning charm, and hunky body to capture Draco's affection. And with that he fell into a peaceful slumber.
Little did Harry Potter know, but at that very moment someone else had been whipping up a plan quite similar to his own.
A man stood in a dimly lit room, criticizing himself before a handsome full length mirror. His heart ached. So long had it been since the last time he'd been in the presence of his One True Love. So long had he been tormented and alone. "Why have they all forsaken me?" he whispered to himself. He wanted to see his love again, to hold them in his arms, to give them finally, that one sweet kiss. It was all he could do to stem the flow of tears threatening to abandon his eyelids. A beautiful melody crashed his train of thought as he turned to face an elegant bird perched next to the fireplace. He walked over to the beast and rubbed under its chin affectionately. The bird cooed softly, its voice giving him hope and reassurance. He poured himself and the bird a cup of tea and as they sat before the warm crackling fire a plan began to emerge in the man's mind. A plan to ensnare the one he loved.
Back at Hogwarts Harry had escaped the horrible clutches of Madam Pomphrey and was now tackling how he would ask out Draco Malfoy. That night Gryffindor was to play Slytherin in Quidditch and he hoped after the game would be a perfect opportunity to do so. He began doodling on his Charm's textbook, trying to ignore the un-ignorable noises coming from Ron and Hermione snogging in the desk next to him. Somewhere in the depths of his heart small pangs of jealousy arouse.
In the Gryffindor changing room Harry watched the other boys run around and slap one another with towels. Even seeing Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson in their undies didn't get him in a better mood. He just could not stop replaying the awful scene of events that had happened that evening.
It started out well enough. Before taking off Harry had told Draco he wanted to talk privately after the match, and sneering that little sneer of his he agreed no doubt thinking it was probably Harry trying to meddle in his secret business as usual. Then Madam Hooch blew her whistle and they took off, but not before Harry could give the eye to Draco. After a few minutes of circling the pitch Harry got bored of looking for the snitch and instead drew his gaze to You-Know-Who. Then it happened. Draco sped right towards Harry with unbelievable speed! Overjoyed Harry floated perplexed, waiting with open arms for a warm embrace. The next thing he knew him and Draco had hit the podium and were tumbling downwards, locked together in a manner that shouldn't be allowed during Quidditch games. Then they hit the ground and something that sounded a lot like "&$!" came from Draco's mouth. Disoriented he shoved Harry's body off of his and practically screamed, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU POTTER!? THE SNITCH WAS FLYING TWO FUCKIN' INCHES FROM YOUR FACE AND YOU DIDN'T SEE IT! SO YOU DECIDED TO STAND THERE LIKE A RETARD AS I WENT FOR IT AND DIDN'T EVEN MOVE OUT OF THE WAY SO I COULD GRAB THAT BABY!" At this point he was rolling on the ground laughing at Harry's stupidity, the snitch clasped tight in one hand.
Harry groaned and stood up, ready to leave the changing room. And as he left out the door the only thought he could use to reassure himself was "At least I got to feel his thigh."