My quill dragged on the parchment. I wasn't really sure what I'd draw. After all, it was more of a sketch than anything else – a doodle if you would. Twirling the feathered end, I furiously sought to rid myself of any thought relating to the irksome Golden Boy. And while I should have been able to scoff and shove him out of my thoughts, every little thought I had dwelled upon him.

'Irritating bastard – he isn't even worth two seconds of my time. He's just convinced he's better than the rest of us.' And like a right ol' prat, the Chosen One just felt it was fine for him to infect me to my very being with ridiculous, immature, inexplicable clouds of his wonderful self.

"Mr. Malfoy, you've arrived early. I trust you had no problems with the homework." I turned around. Snape perched himself at the door of the classroom. A cocked eyebrow accompanied the statement.

"No, sir, I'm fine. There was just nothing better to do." Though he spoke no more, his skeptical glance said it all. With an all too dramatic swish of his robes, Snape had left again, the black cloth billowing behind him. Looking down at the parchment, I found a brief, almost unrecognizable sketch of the bloody Gryffindor's face. "Fucking git…" I muttered angrily under my breath.

My ink furiously scratched at the sketch. "Stupid, idiotic Gryffindor Potter." I hated him, loathed him so passionately that with each bloody stroke of my quill, the black bled through and puddled around like blood from terrible wound. Whipping my wand out, I pointed it at the scrap of miserable parchment.

"Scourgify." The pool of black disappeared and a giant scribble covered the paper. With a huff, I shoved it into my bag, making a note to burn it later. It was just in time that I did so, too, because people began to file into the classroom. Pansy and Blaise sat on either side of me, and I glared daggers at the table before me, trying to restrict my thoughts, keep them away from the bloody Gryffindor. Gods, I loathed him.

"Dray, darling, I know that Blaise's little…charade may have upset you, but take solace in the good things." Pansy was overly eager for my foul mood.

"She's just cheerful because Potter was in tears when we saw him. The blood traitor and that Mudblood were trying to console him," Blaise explained.

"He bawled like a baby. It was pathetic. Ooh, look, here he comes now!" She glanced over to the door, and I turned with her. He no longer was in tears, but Granger was dragging him in, a worried look upon her face. The Weasel followed her, peering at his friend with an equally puzzled expression.

Did my heart have to feel a pang of guilt? This wasn't my bloody fault! He had come onto me. Did he seriously expect me to latch onto those slobbering lips with an un-Slytherin-like glee? Who was I – a foolish twit or a Malfoy?

"Draco, you don't look very happy." Blaise prodded me curiously. "I'd expect you to be rejoicing on such a joyous occasion.

"He's right for once –" this earned her a scowl "– you don't look happy. What's wrong? A little eyeliner shouldn't get you down like this." At least I had a cover to hide behind.

"How would you like everyone to stare at you like that?" I snapped, almost snarling at the poor girl.

"Well, we do know she thrives on attention." The chocolate-toned boy grinned beside me. Then, I heard Granger speak. It wasn't anything significant, but the way he wildly shook his head at it, made me stop and stare. I wasn't supposed to pay attention, Gods dammit! I just wasn't.

"Harry," she shook him, and he wobbled unsteadily like someone newly placed on a broom, "you have to tell me what's wrong! Ron and I are worried; you've never acted like this." The unruly mess on top of his head bounced around as his head moved from side to side. A tremble formed in his chin, but within a moment it had steadied. Yet his eyes gazed blankly ahead of him, glazed over and devoid of any emotions. There wasn't any anger or passion. In fact, it was rather the opposite; they were almost sightless and dead.

That damn guilt wouldn't stop playing up, either. If anything, I should have celebrated his misery! Instead there was that same nagging feeling I'd never had the displeasure of knowing before now.

"Draco, are you even paying attention to me?" Pansy shook me, and I quickly scoffed as a cover before incoherently mumbling about how pathetic Potter was acting. A smirk was forced onto my face, yet it didn't fit, and it almost strained my lips.

"'Course."

"But with all that homework and OWLs to prepare for – it's just too much." My head bobbled in agreement automatically, and though she looked as if she wished to say more, Snape walked in, saving me from what would have certainly been an awkward situation.

We were doing a simple wound-cleaning potion, yet I found myself distracted. Never had I failed at Potions, yet now my supposed-to-be violet liquid was bubbling a shade of navy blue. I had, according to Pansy, placed newt's eyes instead of a salamander's, and there was no hope of saving it now.

A billow from my peripheral vision told me that Snape was coming toward me. Giddy and flushed, I quickly went to slice the gnarled roots before me. They were slick in some sort of liquid, and with my trembling hands, what would happen other than that – of course – it went flying over to none other than Potter's feet.

He stared down at it before his eyes traced over to me. With wide, child-like jade eyes he gazed at me, almost as if he expected an answer. Never had I seen anyone look so vulnerable. It was pitiable and caused me to gag.

"You dropped your…" He trailed off as he bent down to pick it up. His voice had been unsteady, and as he rightened himself again and walked toward me, I noticed his eyes were moist. Potter was uncomfortably close. "Draco, please –" he whined, his voice at a whisper low enough for only me to hear. Still, I feared other prying ears would listen to what we were saying.

"Potter." My harsh tone interrupted the dulcet tone of his pleading voice. "It's so typical of you to beg." I made sure my mercury eyes stung him venomous as my feral, growl-like murmur made a reply. His jaw trembled, and I quickly turned once more to focus my attention to my potion and noticed Snape standing above my cauldron, glancing down with a look of most obvious displeasure.

"What is this supposed to be, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I added newt's eye accidentally–"

"I am quite aware that you placed newt's eye instead of a salamander's. You shall help Ms. Parkinson with her potion for the remainder of class." Brandishing his wand, the potion disappeared from my cauldron. I could hear Weasel growling about how unfair it was from across the room, and my smirk increased. I could make it through this day, after all.

"Draco?" I turned to face that heart-shaped face, and I felt that usual smirk take its place on my lips. "You came."

"Do you have to be so nauseatingly romantic?" I couldn't help but sigh in disgust as he practically cooed to me, adoration ever-present in the luminous, viridescent orbs. Regardless of my apparent revulsion at every sweetened sigh of his all-but worship, he continued to approach me with hands outstretched for a tentative embrace.

I took the opportunity to grab his arms, pulling them and pinning them behind him as I roughly shoved him against a tree. There was no love or tenderness in my touch, and I took pleasure in hearing him hiss in pain as bark scraped through his shirt and into his back.

My tongue lashed out like a whip, devouring his neck with a sure relentlessness. Nails dug into his skin, and moans weak with pleasure and saturated with pain burst from his innocent lips. I grinded against him, needing contact, and let my teeth bite at his flesh with enough strength to draw blood.

Virtuous Harry Potter, saint of the wizarding world clung to me and let me poison him. He reeked of my sins, and I made sure he felt it penetrating to his core. Flawless Potter wasn't an idol, but a weak person, unable to resist any temptation.

With an impatient cry, I drew back, reaching for his robes –

"Merlin, Draco, could you moan any louder?" Blaise sat at the edge of my bed, peering down at me. His eyebrows rose momentarily as he rolled his eyes and sighed. "Gods, I'll be surprised if the whole school didn't hear. But at least you slept well." I threw a badly aimed punch at him. Blaise easily dodged and lobbed his own punch, though I used my pillow as a shield to block it. "I'm going downstairs to eat. If I were you, I'd hurry up."

As soon as he disappeared, my pressed my head down into the down-feathers of my pillow. Flashing images of Potter danced in front of my eyes, and they quickly snapped open.

"Shit, shit, shit…" So, angry cursing wasn't going to accomplish anything, but at least it made me feel better. I had just dreamt about kissing a guy, and that snarky-faced git, no less. To top it all off, my erection wouldn't go away. This had to be due to sex deprivation. I would sooner die than fall for 'The Chosen One'.

Then why were velvet lips and emerald eyes the focus of my mind? If I hated him so much, why had he taken the lead role in my fantasies? To say this was unusual would have been an understatement. Nonexistent moans sent my spine shivering and made a wave of self-satisfaction pulse through me. What had Potter done to me?

I made it downstairs in my robes. There was no layer of maddening eyeliner, and nothing seemed different than the usual wear. Several snickers were sure to be heard throughout the room, but I did my best to ignore them, and soon they stopped. When I had made my way over to Blaise and sat down, my mind erupted in angry white noise.

From my seat there was a clear path leading to Potter, almost as if someone who hated me had planned it out. I made sure to glare daggers at him, hoping, praying that he wouldn't notice the direct pathway his eyes had to me. Yet against my wishes, his gaze drew up toward me like a magnet, and with wide, sullen eyes he met mine.

Granger and Weasley sat on either side of him and attempted to get his attention, both oblivious to where his stare led. I could even hear her whiny voice carrying over the lull of others', and grimaced.

"You didn't eat anything yesterday either! You can't starve yourself, Harry." He just kept his jade gaze fixed on me, and remained motionless. "Can't you at least tell us what's wrong?" Despite the emptiness of the way he looked at me, there seemed to be something that kept me staring back. Then he mouthed that single word again.

"Please."

Focusing every once of myself at the food on the table, I managed to block out the disheveled black hair and brilliant hue of his puppy eyes. Potter was more than a nuisance, and I was determined to stop any thoughts relating to him. This was going to end right now.

"Pansy, do you want to go out?"

"On a date?" She seemed surprised.

"No, outside in the courtyard." Sarcasm coated my silky voice.

"Oh, Dray!" With that, she threw her arms around me and pulled me into a crushing embrace. From the corners of my eyes, I could see Potter deflate like a balloon. Granger's worried screams continued, but I blocked them out as I pressed Pansy's lips to mine.

A/N: Am I cruel or what? *evil grin* Well, I know it's been forever since I've updated. I've been fairly busy, so it's been hard to find time. I don't think this is as good as the first two chapters, but I needed to post. This hasn't been beta-ed. My beta hasn't written anything back to me in over two weeks (I think it's been that long), and I also figured I needed to post this as soon as possible.

I'm planning to post as soon as I possibly can; however, I am planning not to post until I have ten reviews. Yeah, I really think that reviews are important for me for this one (it's going to be the longest I've done so far, and I really would appreciate feedback). I'm not doing this to be cruel, so as long as you get three or four of your friends to just say something (and all of those who have subscribed to post something as well), it shouldn't be that hard. I really love the reviews I have been getting for this so far. :)

~Luna