They were in the great hall. Lunch was being served, and Harry couldn't stop staring at the Slytherin table. He was blown away by how beautiful Draco Malfoy looked. Not that he had ever been ugly, but his hair, which was longer, looked softer without the use of gel. And his bony facial features looked stunning. His long elegant fingers stroking the stem of his glass, while his head was turned, talking to his friend Pansy.
But Harry himself was a changed man.
He had a bulkier, more muscled physique now, thanks to the wonderful quidditch that he hadn't stopped playing even after the battle of Hogwarts. His hair was also longer, and his ears were pierced. Wearing silver lightning bolts in both ears, that were dangling off silver sleepers, he looked like a god. A very well groomed, muscular, bronze skinned god. Wearing a denim that seemed to look as if it had been cut just for him, and a green dress shirt, with buttons down the front to match his gorgeous eyes, he sat and stared for what seemed like an eternity. Harry had also gotten rid of his glasses, he now wore contact lenses, and was grateful for the change it made to his face. Glasses slipping off his nose every five minutes were annoying.
Licking his lips, but not even realizing he was doing it, keeping his eyes trained on Malfoy. The bane of his fucking existence. He was starting to get an erection. Groaning, he put his forehead down on the table, hoping that if he looked away, his problem would evaporate. Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Hermoine asked if he was all right.
He looked at her and said he was fine. But his eyes found the blond man once more. Only this time, Malfoy was looking back. Their eyes locked and it was magical. Well at least for Harry it was. Jesus, he could get lost in them. Silver fucking eyes. Who had silver eyes? Draco sodding Malfoy. Gods, he was in so much trouble.
Just then, Draco smirked at him and looked away. Rolling his eyes at the smirk, but feeling his ever growing hard on making a come back, he knew he had to leave the table. Just to wash his face, or calm down, or jerk off, or something. He had to do something, because if he stayed, he was in deep shit. He knew this. Excusing himself, he left the table, and with a final glance at Malfoy, he went to the bathroom.
Rushing into a cubicle, and casting a silencing spell, he palmed his cock through his pants, just to try and tame it. He had to get a grip. How is it possible, that he had a hard on for fucking Malfoy? Because Malfoy - no Draco - was beautiful, and Harry being a hot blooded, horny fucking teenage male, loved to admire beauty. There was nothing wrong with admiring it, was there? Just then, he heard the doors to the bathroom open.
"Did you see the way he was looking at me Blaise. It's fucking creepy", sneered Draco. "Fucking Potter and his fucking green eyes. Bloody wanker". Not even giving him a chance to respond, he carried on with his rant. "I mean, what the fuck. If he does it again, I'm going to tell him to fuck off, and hex his dick off".
Blaise just flushed his toilet, washed his hands, and said "Oh come on Draco, you like it when Potter looks. It's why you look back".
"Bullshit!", shouted Draco. "Jesus what the fuck is wrong with you. Fucking savior, fucking golden boy, fucking wanker", he shouted again. Blaise turned to look at his best friend. Putting his hand on his shoulder, he very calmly said, "Draco, Potter has been a thorn in your side for years. Why don't you just ignore him. Why don't you accept the invite from Goldstein, go on a date with him, and never think about Potter again. Him or his green eyes?", he said.
Harry leaned his head back against the wall, and felt sudden anger. It was directed towards Goldstein. Why the fuck would Draco say yes to that idiot? Fuck, he thought needed release, but the thought of Draco being with Goldstein, had softened his dick. He waited until he heard nothing more, and left the cubicle. Washing his hands, he could see that they were trembling. He was angry. Motherfucker!
