Let's not tell: a Drarry Fan fiction

Common Rooms

(Harry's pov)
Harry sat at on of the oak tables trying to work on his homework but his mind was a million miles away. Actually in was in the basement with Draco.
Why was he staring at me? And why did it feel like I liked it?
He chewed his lip thoughtfully and started to twirl his hair in his fingers. Draco's eyes... he'd never noticed how green they were. They were stunning. He blushed a little thinking of Draco's handsome face and his blonde hair flared back. He wanted to reach up a muss his hair so bad. He started to think about Draco with his hair messed up... Tangled in Harry's sheets... his pale bare skin... His pants suddenly started to feel ver tight. He stood quickly and shoved his books to the floor. They clunked but no one was there to notice. He ran to his bed and quickly changed into his pajamas, his hands shaking. He flung himself into his bed and pulled of his glasses. He was soon asleep but his dreams all involved Draco's perfect face.

(Draco's pov)

Draco sat in his dungeon common room, his fingers tented in front of his lips. He stared at the empty chair before him. Harry's perfect smile flashed trough his mind and he snarled, shaking his head violently. He couldn't think that stuff. Harry hated him. He hated Harry too! Maybe... not really... he whipped out his wand and smashed a table with a flash of bright light. He shook his head again and stormed off the bed, his cheeks a beet red. As he lay tangled in his sheet he again began to think of the Potter boy. With his rumbled hair and his adorable glasses and his warm soft eyes... he smiled despite himself and shoved his face into his pillow, quietly screaming. Goddamn Potter with his incredibly handsome face. He fumed until the sweet embrace of sleep fell upon him.