𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃

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And there he was, messy hair and all, looking at me across the Great Hall. Me at my Slytherin table and he at his Gryffindor. What a pair. They said it wouldn’t last. But who the hell were “they”, anyway?

We’d had a row—sort of broken up. Well. He’d broken it off. I wasn't idiot enough to end it with Potter. Why would I be? He’s gorgeous. He’s sexy. He’s so...so...Harry. But he wised up and broke the break-up. Thank Merlin! I didn’t really fancy slitting my wrists. All that blood and all.

He could see I was staring at him. He can always tell. I simply bored my eyes into the back of his head until he turned. His green eyes—oh yes. I can see they’re green from where I’m sitting—his green eyes would turn to me and then—oh my god! Then he would smile.

Puts me completely off my meal when he does that. Don’t know why. That’s a lie. Yes I do. Because I am besotted. Completely and irrevocably in love with the boy. Me. Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter’s nemesis. Former nemesis. Currently boyfriend, thank you very much.

The Weasel and Granger, however, continue to be a problem. Whinging about how I’m “up to something”. Why is it just because I’m wearing the snake I’m “up to something”? Can’t Slytherins be in love?

I was meeting Harry after dinner in the Shrieking Shack. He told me how to get there from Hogwarts (seems Slytherins aren’t the only ones “up to something”). I couldn’t eat a bite because I knew that this time, tonight was the night. We were going to do it. No more just snogging in dark corridors or rubbing each other’s dicks through our trousers. It was full nudity and penetration or nothing.

I was scared to death. Not that I would tell him that.

But I also wanted it. Didn’t he? He’d put me off long enough, certainly. After all, I was hot and heavy for Potter before he ever looked at me that way. Or so I thought. After a few heartfelt discussions, I discovered Harry was a little hot and heavy for a certain Slytherin, though his Gryffindor manliness wouldn’t allow him to sink so low, or some such rubbish. Honestly. Take a tip from the snake and take what you want. It worked for me.

Finally! Dinner was over and most everyone was rising from their places to head to their common rooms. Except Harry. He lingered. I didn’t know why and I didn’t care. It afforded me the opportunity to simply gaze at him. Albeit the back of his head, but it was better than nothing. His stupid friends were prodding him to get up, but he swiveled slowly around and just looked at me. Granger rolled her eyes and Weaselby got red in the face (though how could one tell? Ha!) He was saying something to them and they had the gall to argue with him. It was getting heated so I rose and started around the table toward them. I knew exactly where my wand was. A Malfoy always knows where his wand is.

I strode up to them in the midst of their argument. “Potter. What’s the hold up? Oh. I see. Trying to swat a couple of annoying insects?”

He glowered at me. Glower away. I think you secretly love it.