Kinks (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 7:

*Third person p.o.v*

"Stop staring, Draco. It's weird." Pansy nudged her best friend in the ribs, whilst still looking at her food.

"Oh, so that's weird? He's the one hitting on me and licking my neck during class!" Draco whisper-shouted.

Blaise snorted at their conversation, fully aware of how pissed off Draco had been recently.

Well, more than before at least.

Draco did talk and think about Harry before, but now it was the only thing coming out of his mouth and on was his mind.

And the most bone-crushing, mind-blowing thing about it all was that, 

Harry didn't seem to care at all. 

Harry hung out with his friends as usual, his behaviour the exact same, everything just the same hero-complex, stupid, oblivious, but fucking sexy (in Draco's opinion and his entire fan base of course), Harry bloody Potter.

And nothing got more on Draco's nerves than that. 

Harry had all Draco's attention and Draco had none of Harry's.

"Harry?" 

Harry looked at Ron, who looked bored in return.

"You were zoning out again." Stated Ron. 

Harry gave him the same apologetic smile he gave him almost daily.

Ever since he'd come up with the Draco plan, he could honestly not stop thinking about it.

If he was completely true with himself, he knew deep down that he might slowly start developing an obsession with Draco.

Well, this time it was secret.

He wasn't telling Ron or Hermione about anything.

It was so secretive he didn't even mention Draco's name. He couldn't have anyone suspecting what he was doing. Everytime Hermione and Ron tried to talk to him about the other boy, Harry would simply say something along the lines of "Let's talk about something positive now, shall we?" or "Malfoy? Why would we talk about him?"

To say that Hermione and Ron were surprised with Harry's sudden 'I don't care about Malfoy' attitude, would be an understatement. 

But they both thought it was for the better.

Harry getting over his obsession? Fantastic.

If it wasn't being replaced with another secret obsession at least.

But they didn't know that, and didn't need to.

Al though, they did know and had figured out that something was off.

Harry usually zoned out, his mind was always so filled with all of this stuff, Voldemort, Dumbledore, Homework, Malfoy, you know, the usual.

But this was different.

He was zoning out a lot more than usual.

So much that Hermione and Ron were actually wondering if he was even interested in what they were talking about or doing anymore.

"So.. Harry."

Harry nodded at Hermione, smiling.

"What's on your mind? What you thinking about?" She smiled in return, trying to ask him as casual as possible.

Harry shook his head lightly, the smile still on his face. "Nothing really." 

Hermione rose her eyebrows, and sighed as her smile slowly dropped.