Drarry, that's all I'm saying... ;)
'Hey, Potter'
Harry groaned in frustration. If the stupid Slytherin boy didn't leave him alone then he was going to punch him in the face. Let him run and tell father dearest about that, how he got beat up by a Gryffindor who's shorter than him.
'Didn't you hear me, Potter?' the blonde taunted. 'That's a shame, you'll need all your wits about you for the quidditch match tomorrow, because Slytherin is going to whip your sorry butt.'
Harry breathed deeply, trying to stay calm. He already had detention from Snape because he'd sworn loudly at Malfoy in the corridors. Huh, the little bastard deserved it. Hmm, so fighting was out, Harry mused, as Malfoy's inconsequential teasing carried on behind him. Harry needed a way of annoying Malfoy that wouldn't result in him getting detention, Hermione knew he had enough work to do without missing anymore of his evenings. Then an idea struck him. He smiled evilly and turned round to face Malfoy, who stuttered slightly at the look of pure malice on Harry's face.
'What did you say Slytherin were going to do to me tomorrow?' he asked quietly.
'We're going to beat your ass' Malfoy hissed.
'Mmm Draco,' Harry said as seductively as he could, making Malfoy's mouth drop open. 'I think I'd quite like it if you could, er, beat my ass, as you put it so attractively.'
'Wha-' Malfoy began but he fell into silence as Harry put a finger to his lips and pushed him roughly against the wall.
'Go on Draco' Harry whispered huskily next to the blond boy's ear, slowly tracing circles on his chest. Whilst Malfoy was trying to think of something to say, Harry glanced around the corridor to make sure it was deserted. Good, no one there, he thought to himself. Unbeknown to Harry, a small first year Hufflepuff hid herself more securely behind the tapastry of Barnaby the Barmy.
'What do you want Potter?' Malfoy asked as Harry pressed himself closer to him.
'Well Draco, I'll show you....'
Harry pressed his lips to Draco's and the boy froze. Then to Harry's complete and utter surprise, kissed him back. Harry himself froze before thinking, what the hell, why not?
He kissed Malfoy harder and slid his hands up the back of the boy's shirt. Suddenly Harry fully realised what he was doing and pulled away, legging it from the corridor and leaving a confused Malfoy slumped against the wall.
Harry breathed hard as he ran towards the common room, he hadn't meant to go that far, but at least he had got Malfoy to shut up. It had been worth it and at least no one had seen. Let him tell his father about that.
When Harry had, left Malfoy hit his head against the wall and groaned in anger and confusion. What the hell had Potter been doing, and why had it had this effect on him? Shit. He didn't notice a small girl scampering away quietly. If he had, he would have been slightly more worried.
********************************** Next Morning *********************************************************
'Is it true...'
'Potter and Malfoy?'
'....making out?'
Harry froze as he entered the hall. Everyone fell silent and turned to look at him. A few people whispered to their friends as he sat down in his normal place, opposite an open mouthed Ron and a concerned Hermione.
'Harry, what everyone's been saying, is it true?' Hermione began quietly, but Ron interrupted.
'Seriously, Malfoy!?'
Harry's face burned as he buried his face in his hands. 'It was a joke, no one was meant to see. I just wanted him to shut up.'
'Well you certainly did that,' Ron replied dubiously.
Just then the hall fell silent once more as Malfoy entered, moodily storming over to the Slytherin table, glaring at everyone until they went back to their breakfast. His collar was pulled up to cover his neck and Harry realised he must have given him a love bite. He groaned again, it had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Now he realised why Hermione, or any one with brains, never agreed to follow his plans.
