Harry Potter…..Is One Gorgeous Man.
Draco came to this realization one afternoon when he had been fighting with the boy as per usual and happen to look up at the angry look on his face. He had been looking up to sneer at him and tell him that he was filthy and down right horrible to be around with his Golden Boy attitude. But then he looked up. And gazed into those emerald eyes. And the first thought to cross Draco's mind was….
'He is beyond sexy. He is downright gorgeous. In every way.'
And from that point on Draco made it a point to seek him out. No matter what time or where they were. In the Great Hall. In the classrooms. Outside on the grounds. He would even sneak during practices to try to catch a glimpse of him with no shirt on.
But one of the most highlights of his natural born life had to be on a Friday afternoon.
Draco had just come from a late potions assignment with his godfather, Sev. And even though he was tired he decided that one sweep through the school was needed to try and find his newfound obsession. Not that he would call it that. It was more like a pastime.
Really.
But that's beside the point. He had been heading towards the library when he turned the corner and ran head on with somebody. They both tumbled to the floor in a crash of limbs. Draco was of course, disgusted. Whoever this person was obviously didn't know that he was a Malfoy and that he demanded the right to walk here first.
He was on a mission damnit.
So he lifted his head and was about to get up when he noticed exactly who it was.
None other than the object of his newfound desire. Harry Potter.
In all his half naked glory I might add.
Turns out that he had been heading from the Quidditch Locker Rooms. And he had obviously just taken a shower if his still slightly wet hair were any indication. Since his glasses had been knocked away he could only shake his head and peer up at the blond man who was now choking on spit and sporting some serious wood.
"Who are you? I'm sorry…I really should watch where I'm going. Mind helping me find my glasses?" Harry asked as he continued to peer up at Draco. Not that he knew it was Draco.
And it was a good thing too Draco thought. For if he did hell would have been unleashed on this hallway and every teacher in the school would be needed to stop them.
They both just laid there on the floor, half on top of each other until finally Harry called out, "While this is nice and all I'm getting cold without my shirt. And I'd really like to be able to get back to my House…."
Draco jumped up after that. Without saying one word he quickly scanned the floor for Harry's glasses and when he found them he scooped them up, dusted them off, reached for Harry's hand and placed them there. Then before Harry could put them on or even say another word, Draco leaned in and gave him a long open mouthed kiss.
After about a minute of hot tongue action Harry pulled back, a little dazed from being kissed by a virtually unknown stranger and hitting the floor as hard as possible. Before he could get out another word Draco shushed him then turned around and ran away with as much dignity as he could muster at this point.
'If Harry ever found out…' Was all that Draco could think on his way back to the dungeons. He had no idea what posses him to do such a thing. Yes Malfoys always got what they wanted but that had scared even him. And the part that scared him the most was….
Not only how much he wanted to do it again but how much farther he wanted to go.