"Guess who."
I stand behind Harry's chair in the library. It's pretty late and there aren't any other student around, so I think it's safe to cover his eyes and press against his back.
I can feel his cheeks heating under my palms and that makes me grin.
"Draco,,," he hisses threateningly and that's my cue to back off.
"Guilty!" I laugh and slide into the chair beside him.
"Do you know what it means when you see a lump of tea leaves that looks like a sheep?" He asks, he must be doing an essay for Divination.
"Nope." I answer. "But I do know what it means when I see a sexy dark-haired boy, sitting all alone in the library."
He grins and blushes, but doesn't take his eyes off his paper.
"Oh yeah? What does it mean?"
I wrap my arms around his waist and climb between him and his homework; pushing my hip up against him.
"It means I can do this." I whisper into the collar of his shirt and kiss his neck softly.
"Ahem!" A raspy voice cuts through the air like a knife and we turn to see Madame Pince, the librarian, glaring at us.
"There are other chairs, Mister Malfoy." She spits.
"Yeah, what's your point?" I ask and Harry snorts into his palm.
Madame Pince waves her feather duster at us angrily and squeaks, which might be her version of yelling.
"That's it! No respect from the students anymore! Out! Go on, get out!"
I hop off of Harry's lap and we flee before the librarian calls Filch.
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FanfictionA few months ago my friends told me about Drarry fan fiction, I thought is was just not right... of course yesterday I found a Drarry story. I read it. I fell in love. Now I'm writing my own. Sorry if it's stupid I'm not great at writing. Hope you l...
