Beautiful Beast - Drarry

"Potter. Just what the hell do you think you are doing here?" I can't stop as my eyes run over Harry's bloody fucking tight shirt and tailored trousers. He's not supposed to be here, and we both know it. The little Golden Child would never be caught dead existing within a mile of this place, and most definitely not me. So why exactly has he decided to show his face here of all places... and why does he keep giving me those fucking eyes..
The same eyes I was entranced with during our first year, before he completely shut down any attempts at friendship. It's not my fault the little prissy goody-two-shoes refused the amazing offer of my amazing companionship. His loss. Besides... it's just as well. He's become such a bloody bother; he's certainly no longer worth the waste of time, space, or my precious breath.

"M-Malfoy-" I snap out of my head when I hear my name leave his mouth and raise an eyebrow at the stutter as he clears his throat.

"Malfoy. Good God, would you just move? Obviously I don't want to be here. I was on my way out after getting turned around before seeing your loathsome face." His voice came out firmer and returned to the same old calm and collected Potter I remember. But I can see the hesitation and fear in his eyes that he's tried too hard to hide. Fear so delicious I wish I could just eat it up.

I couldn't help but wonder. What are you so scared of, Potter.... What I would give to shove him to his knees in front of me and watch as he knelt, finally obedient with some sort of use and obedience....

What the fuck was that?! Genuinely have no idea where that came from. Potter is the same disgusting old fucking cunt I've been trying to ignore since the first year. Ignore that last thought because CLEARLY that wasn't me. That was whatever demon lies deep in my fucking brain.

I rolled my eyes finally responding to him sarcastically, "Yes, Your Royal Highness, I'll move straight away so you can get your precious innocent self away from here."