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Harry didn't know when he began his obsession. No, that was a lie. He knew when his fixation with Draco Malfoy began; instead his problem was not when, but how. How did he let it get this far? Since when did everything the blond did begin to enchant him? Somehow every move he made garnered his attention. Hell, Voldemort could be in the same room and all he would see would be his blond angel demurring sitting at the Slytherin table without a care in the world.

His. The use of such a word made his head swarm. He never had anything that was exclusively his and now he wanted the Malfoy heir, who was sleeping obviously in the next room next to his. The blond didn't know that he harbored a dark obsession for him. No, all he knew was that Harry cared for him as a friend when in reality he fanaticized about the lewd things that he wanted to do to his small, tight body.

Thoughts of having him under him, on his knees with cum on his face or having him ride him flashed through his mind and he felt himself harden. Harry touched the band of pajama pants and reached inside to stroke himself, but it wasn't enough. He bit his lip unsure, but got out of bed anyways. His morals were loose to begin with, plus it was not the first time he did it; that more than anything made him feel ashamed of himself.

He silently walked into Draco's room and made his way to his bed. He sat near the foot of the bed and admired the fair beauty of the sleeping blond. Even though this was wrong, he felt smug that such a beautiful creature was locked away from everyone's eyes. Instead he was here hidden from the world, from the perverts who dreamed of defiling and soiling him and resided with him in his manor. Harry wandlessly cast the spell Reivilo Purus and smiled when it revealed a pure white aura.

Harry got up and cast a warming spell before taking the sheets off the sleeping beauty. Again, his conscious whispered to him how wrong his actions were, but he quickly shoved those thoughts aside and touch the shapely thigh. He stopped a moan from escaping his lips. Gods, he was so soft to touch!

The blond shifted in the bed, but Harry knew from experience that he was still asleep. The first time that it happened, he felt horror. What if Draco woke up and saw him touching him with a hard on? He would no doubt be disgusted and any chance he had with the blond would disappear.

Now the blond turned on his belly and exposed his perky behind. Gods, Harry loved it when he wore shorts. They showed his upper thighs and ass beautifully. He slowly grabbed his left cheek and squeezed, slowly the fabric moved exposing a portion of his ass cheek. Draco was nothing but delicate curves and it showed. Harry began to stroke himself as he stared at the exposed skin. He licked his lips and no time he felt himself cum. With a wave of his hand his mess disappeared, but he didn't leave.

Harry continued to stare at the beauty in front on him and smiled once more, his desire sated for now, before tucking the blond in and leaving the room.

The next morning, Draco came into the dining room and yawned cutely as he sat down to eat. He looked up and gave Harry a wide smile before digging in, missing the possessive gleam in his green eyes.

Draco walked towards the public beach unaware of the pair of obsessed eyes that took in his form or the jealous look on Harry's face. Green eyes looked at him, hating when Draco dared to go outside the manor to mingle with others. He hated how other men would look at him and desire his petite, slender body, especially today as he wore a white frock over tight shorts that did nothing to hide the shape of his ass.

Harry walked behind him and growled when he saw another blond male smile at Draco with a cocky grin. The Muggle's weak mind made it easy for Harry to see his thoughts and he grinded his teeth when he saw the wanton images of the filthy things he wanted to do to his Draco.

Before he could make a move, Harry ran up to Draco and twirled him around and smiled when he heard Draco give a delighted squeal. He held the blond in his arms and delighted in his flush cheeks and bright eyes.

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