One Shots

Public Humiliation

(Draco x Harry, Harry Potter series)

"Alright, alright, settle down!" shouted McGonagall.

The students gradually ceased their chatter, settling into desks and pulling out quills, wands, parchment, and ink wells.

It was a double period of Transfiguration, the Gryffindors and the Slytherins together.

Draco Malfoy sat in the back of the room, his cronies surrounding him.

As McGonagall began lecturing on what they would be doing in class today, Draco's pale eyes swept the room.

He saw the Granger girl's hand shoot up to answer a question, her bushy hair spilling over her back.

When her answer was correct, she shared a triumphant grin with one of the Patil twins.

Weasley watched Hermione, probably unaware of the goofy smile on his face.

Smirking, Draco shifted his gaze to the boy sitting next to Weasley.

His dark hair was getting longer, Draco noticed. It was now long enough to fall into his shocking green eyes, but not long enough to hide them. The boy's forehead was covered with dark strands, but Draco knew that there was a scar hidden there.

Draco admired the way it fell in shaggy locks over his ears, and suddenly wished to run his hands through it.

The boy's lips pulled up into a smile as Weasley cracked a joke, and his shoulders shook as he tried to contain his laughter.

Harry Potter.

The Boy Who Lived.

The Chosen One.

Draco Malfoy's secret lover.

Draco's eyes flicked down to stare at his desk, the slightest hint of a blush marking his pale cheeks.

If anyone ever knew that they were anything less than enemies...

It would cause an uproar.

Speaking of... Causing an uproar of his own was exactly what Draco had in mind.

McGonagall passed out boxes of match sticks to each student, instructing them to turn the matchsticks into sewing needles.

Most of the class paired up with friends, but Draco declined Crabbe's offer to work together.

He needed to be alone for what he had planned.

Crabbe shrugged and went to work with Goyle.

A low rumble of chatter settled over the class, as friends gossiped while lazily attempting their work.

Draco's pale eyes slid back to Potter.

Harry had just pushed up his sleeves, showing his toned arms. Those arms had held Draco against the wall of an abandoned stairwell just thirty minutes ago.

Draco smiled, remembering. Harry had sent him an owl at breakfast, the note asking Draco to meet him before class.

After stashing the note so none of his idiot friends could see, he had met Harry's eye across the Great Hall and nodded in agreement.

Waiting in the stairwell, Draco's heart had pounded. He was always nervous when they met, the consequences of being caught terrified him.
What would Father say...

But then Harry had been there, cheeks flushed from his rush to get here.

He had wasted no time in dropping his books and pressing Draco against the wall.