𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘

Single Chapter

Summary: Harry Potter suddenly notices that he’s very interested in one Draco Malfoy. And not in the way he used to be. Trouble is, Draco doesn’t seem the least bit interested. Nope. Not at all.

This is AU as we are studiously ignoring Half-Blood Prince. Shhh. Tip-toe by him and he may not notice.

One shot. Definitely PWP and NC-17, of course. Why write it otherwise?

 

“Ginny, it’s not you, it’s me,” said Harry, trying to prevent what looked like an inevitable flood of tears. They’d had a lot of those lately.

“That’s a load of shite, Harry, and you know it!”

They had been snogging under the tree by the lake, but Harry’s mind, as usual, had been elsewhere. Didn’t he want this? Hadn’t he felt a little left out when Ron and Hermione paired up, or at least were heading in that direction? Even Neville was dating. Ginny seemed like a natural. He admired her work in Quidditch and she was fun to pal around with. Just another one of the blokes, really. And he was anxious to snog a bit since Cho, his first kiss, didn’t work out so well. That, of course, was due to her preoccupation with the late Cedric. But Ginny was preoccupied with Harry. So it should have gone swimmingly. Right?

“How could it possibly be you,” she said, her voice becoming shriller by the minute, “when you aren’t even paying attention?”  

“Er...paying attention?”

“Like now! What have I been saying for the last half hour?”

“Um....” And that was the problem. After a bit of snogging, Harry just wasn’t much interested in her. He’d even groped her a bit, but touching her budding breasts hadn’t thrilled him as he thought it might.

“Oh!” She pushed at him disgustedly and he stumbled back. As he recovered she stomped away. Harry looked after her confused but not bereft. Had he broken up with her? He tried to. Perhaps she had gotten it after all. But now he was worrying about Ron. What would he say?

“Oh, not very nice,” said the last voice he wanted to hear.

He sighed and slowly turned. “Sod off, Malfoy.”

“What’s the matter, Potter? The shine off the Snitch? The Little Weasel not all she’s cracked up to be?”

He glared at Draco. Didn’t that Slytherin prat get it? “I said SOD OFF!” He pushed past Malfoy, but the Slytherin would have none of it. He grabbed Harry’s arm.

Harry stared down at it. “If you don’t let go of me now,” Harry said in a deadly voice, “I will hex you from here till next Tuesday.”

Malfoy sneered. “I’m so scared.”

Harry never bothered going for his wand. He swung out with his fist and connected with the side of Draco’s jaw. The stinging contact felt good. He needed something like this—this violence—to set things right.

Draco snarled at him and returned a glancing blow to Harry’s ear.

And it was on.