"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

"Potter. Are you awake." "Yes Malfoy what the bloody hell is so important to wake me up at 2 in the morning for?!" "Whats your favorite color." "Green." Harry said rolling over so his back was facing the blond. "Oh" "Go to bed Malfoy." •Updates every few days, the writing gets better after the first few chapters, I promise•

Evil Harry in Slytherin. Now with new chapters where young President Coriolanus Snow from The Hunger Games enters Harry and Draco's world. ~ "Living forever's amazing, Draco," Harry whispered to his soulmate, his forehead pressed up against his as he lightly thumbed his cheek. "But it's not enough." "What do you mean?" Draco breathed, his blue eyes flickering up to Harry's green ones. Harry's fingers began to trail down Draco's unclothed body, his fingertips caressing his breastbone as he spoke. "I don't want us to age, Draco." He began to plant gentle kisses along Draco's torso, approaching his v-line. "This body of yours... It's glorious. And it deserves to be glorious forever. This is not a body that should be left to age, to rot, to change." "Then what are you suggesting, Harry?" Draco asked softly, watching his lips brush against his v-line. "Horcruxes." ~ Everything is different when Harry Potter gets sorted into Slytherin. Together with Draco Malfoy, the two ambitious lovers start the D.R.A.R.R.Y Supremacy: Defying the Rules of Aging and Radically Reclaiming Youth. They steal the Philosopher's Stone for themselves, create horcruxes to preserve their youthful beauty, and have lots of sex for eternity in their glorified teenage bodies.