My Little Pile Of Sugar (boyXboy)

Chapter 3: King Snake

Pansy hadn't stopped petting Harry since she left the great hall. He's starting to feel a little bit annoyed, but she's pretty nice when not spouting "Pureblood Bullshit" from her mouth. He thinks that most of the Slytherins were forced into taking the Dark Mark because their parents thought it was the best course of action, especially if Voldemort were to win instead of Harry.

Harry thinks she should have been sorted into Hufflepuff. She is actually a really big sweetheart right now, making sure not to squeeze him too much, and threatening to hurt anyone who dares to hurt him. Okay, so maybe that part isn't too sweet, but it's the thought that counts. Harry was so entranced in his thoughts that he didn't even realize they arrived at the dungeons until Pansy set him down on the top of a painting and stood there with her arms folded, looking at him expectantly, with her eyebrows raised. He tilted his head, and he watched as she sighed exasperatedly, before stating, "Granger said you should be able to glide through the air, like a flying squirrel, so let's see it."

That was the moment that Malfoy and his friends -Blaise, Vincent, and Gregory- walked in. "Honestly, the nerve he has, does he own any other shirts?" Blaise sighed as Malfoy kept on talking about some guy who doesn't have enough shirts. 

Pansy rolled her eyes when she noticed that they were there, and then said "Draco darling, don't you think we've heard you ask this question quite enough? I mean, it's only been what, eight years? Your crush -obsession, more like- is getting a bit out of hand. Has been out of hand, especially when we came back for third year, and everyone hit puberty. 'Pansy, it's not fair, he can't just walk around looking like that.'" Pansy mocked in a high voice, and smirked when Malfoy blushed just the tiniest bit, the blush coating his cheeks lightly.

Harry was not expecting the rush of jealousy that flew through his being. Who does Malfoy think he is, having a crush on someone, honestly. Why crush on someone when he could just spend time with me? Harry froze at his thoughts, because no, absolutely not. There is no possible way that he could be catching feelings, no chance in hell. He just wants Malfoy to have a friend, that's all. 

Malfoy squinted his eyes at Pansy, and then lifting his hand to tug through his pale, beautiful blond hair. He's trying to kill me, Harry thought, as we watched Malfoy fiddle with the sleeves of the light purple sweater that Malfoy is currently wearing. It matches the white skinny jeans the boy has on, and they did a fine job of showing off what was underneath. Merlin, Harry needs to leave, abort mission! Abort! 

He ran to the other end of the painting and then jumped, gliding through the air onto the desk below. What he didn't expect was to turn around and knock into an ink holder. He squeaked as it tumbled over, spilling onto him and the parchment beneath him.

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Draco was not having fun. At all. He's sad, angry, upset, and all around just hating everything and everyone. Why can't people see that he's not an evil git and that his family brought him up to be this way? He didn't want things to turn out like this, if he could go back and change things, he would. He'd do it in a heartbeat.

Draco was sitting calmly in the library, very nicely minding his own business, when a group of Ravenclaw students had started firing insult after insult about him and how he should have died or ended up in Azkaban like his father. He knows that what he did is by no means okay, and why Potter had spoken on his and his mother's behalf is still not to his knowledge.

Just as Draco was about to leave, Vincent, Greg, and Blaise came around the corner of a bookshelf, saw what was happening, and whisked him away towards the dungeons. Since he'd started thinking about Potter, he noticed that the boy had been missing since lunch, but he didn't know if the boy wonder showed up for dinner or not, seeing as he spent his dinner time in the library doing research for Snape's potion essay. Amortentia. A very strong love potion that smells like what you're attracted to.