𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘

Single Chapter

Author: Delphyne
Genre: Romance/PWP
Pairing: Harry/Draco

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Gryffindor tower was relatively noisy despite the absence of all the Seventh years, excluding Harry. Hermione and Ron were off doing things Harry couldn't bare to picture, as were most of his various classmates—most of them with girlfriends off in some closet. But not Harry Potter.

Unfortunately for his adoring lady fans, Harry was in love with only one person. That person was shorter then he, delicate, pale, with grey eyes and a shocking mane of blonde hair. The object of his affection reminded Harry of a swan—a decidedly tricky, mysterious, unpredictable swan. A Slytherin, and a male one at that.
Draco Malfoy.

Although the idea of shagging a girl was enough to almost send Harry flying out a window headfirst, Harry was a teenage boy: he was seventeen and studying in the library could make him horny. That was nothing compared to what his boyfriend of three months did to him. Harry would sit next to Draco after the smaller boy returned from Quidditch practice, smelling of sweat, with wind blown hair, looking like he just got buggered up against a wall, and Harry would have a hard-on that could poke a hole in Hogwarts' stone walls.

Unfortunately for Harry, Draco's image of being the Slytherin slut was exceedingly exaggerated. Draco was a virgin and had a bit of a frigid streak. Don't be fooled, Harry was still a virgin, but he had messed around. Not much, mind you.

Harry admired the feminine quality of Draco's appearance and actions. Draco was a neat freak and never went twelve hours without showering at least once. He always smelled completely clean and kept his appearance immaculate. Ron teased him about that, saying that if Harry loved how pretty Malfoy was, that he should be able to get it on with a girl. But Harry knew it was different. Despite how much he loved the way Draco could be as pretty as a girl, Draco radiating testosterone nearly sent Harry over the edge. Harry loved his very pretty boy.

Even playing exploding snap with Colin Creevey, Harry was thinking about his pretty boy. Looking up at Colin, he tilted his head and began to compare the two boys. Colin was the resident pretty boy of Gryffindor; Draco lorded his beauty like a prince in Slytherin. Both had blonde hair, but Colin’s was short and wavy, almost mousy. Both had androgynous features, but Colin’s hazel eyes were warm compared to Draco's chilling grey ones. Both were rather small for their age, just what Harry loved, because he could wrap his arms around Draco and recite the mantra of 'mine' in his head. Colin looked the right size for snuggling, too. But, there was something about Colin that wasn't right for Harry.

And since he had nothing else to do, he decided to try and think of what it was.

For starters, Colin was completely oblivious to his charm, and wouldn't know how to flirt if someone handed him a manual with moving illustrations. The masochistic side in Harry loved how Draco would tease and tease, but would never give into Harry's desires. Okay, so Draco would never give into Harry's cock.

Colin also was just too Gryffindor. He may have started out as a squeaky boy who let everyone wash him away in a crowd, who followed Harry like a lost puppy, but he didn't stay that way. He became a Prefect in his fifth year, started a journalism club, and was now the Quidditch announcer in all their games. His voice could fool you, as it was a low tone for his size. Just like Draco, Colin had a relatively masculine voice. Neither boy’s could be mistaken for Harry’s, which had dropped so many octaves he sometimes felt embarrassed. Ron's voice was worse. But, neither did Draco nor Colin have a squeaky voice, or the tone of a girl.

But, as a Gryffindor, Colin could not tease like Draco could. He didn't have that waspish quality to his voice when he snapped at someone, and Harry swore that Colin never snapped at anyone. Colin would never intimidate or insult. Again, Harry's masochistic side loved to bicker back and forth with Draco and listen to the strange array of insults his boyfriend would come up with.