Decorus Draco

Chapter 1 - You're simply Irresistible

"I think it's time for my Head Boy rounds," Draco announced to the rest of the compartment, sitting up and adjusting his robes.

Vince and Greg grunted in response, while Pansy and Millicent gave him sickly sweet smiles.

"Go torment those Gryffindorks," said Pansy, giggling foolishly.

Draco rolled his eyes and left the compartment. He had been pleasantly surprised to get the letter from Hogwarts informing him that he had been chosen to be Head Boy. Sure, his grades were the second best in his year, and he had finally managed to beat Potter at Quidditch, but he was sure that Dumbledore would have selected one of his 'pets' to be Head Boy. His joy was lessened only by the fact that Granger was Head Girl - urgh! His counterpart was a Mudblood.

Draco had been greatly relieved to find that he hadn't changed much after his 17^th birthday. He had spent the days after his birthday dreading each moment, expecting to grow claws, or discover an unbelievable lust for somebody like Granger, but thankfully, none of that had transpired. His nails were short and impeccable, as always, and he was well in control of his own lust. Sure, he got a few lustful looks as he walked around the Hogwarts Express, but nothing more than usual. He was after all, delicate and blond and beautiful, so who could really blame his admirers.

He made a few snide remarks to a bunch of whispering Hufflepuffs, and laughed at a couple of Gryffindors attempting to snog in a quiet corner, before he stopped abruptly outside a compartment, ears perking up at what he overheard.

"-- has been at school for the past two weeks. How can you not be worried?" That whiny voice had to be the Weasel's.

"Ron, worrying is not going to get us anywhere. Anyway, you read Harry's letter - he said he was fine." Hmm...snooty, know-it-all and condescending. Could it be anybody other than the Mudblood?

"Why would he be at school and not with us or his aunt if he was fine?"

Draco chuckled to himself, as he opened the door. That was a change - the Weasel was actually thinking for himself.

"What do we have here? Our favourite tripod is lopsided today. What ever happened to your third leg? Or has Potty finally decided that he's too important to come back to school?"

"None of your business, ferret!" Ron spat out.

"Aww! Is the Weasel missing his boyfriend? Wondering who will buy you things now that Potty is no longer interested in you?" Draco smirked.

"Why, you little - " Ron jumped out of his seat and lunged at him, but Draco had been expecting that reaction. He quickly stepped out of the way, and the red head slammed right into the compartment wall.

"My work here is done," Draco said, smiling smugly. "See you at school, losers."

With a dramatic slam of the compartment door, he was gone. He could hear the Weasel cursing him while Granger attempting to calm him down.

Draco completed his rounds and returned to his seat, having made sure that the Boy Who Got On His Nerves wasn't aboard.

~~~~~

An hour later, Draco was making his way to the Great Hall, scaring a few First Years on the way, before he was roughly grabbed and shoved into the boy's loo.

"What the -" he began, before familiar lips captured his in a hungry kiss.

"Oh baby, I've missed you," Blaise's husky voice shot straight to his groin, shortly followed by the Slytherin's roving hands.

"Mmmm...Blaise," Draco muttered, followed by a sharp "Ow!" as Blaise grabbed his hair and pulled it back.

"Sorry, baby, I got carried away. I've just missed you all summer long. I'd forgotten how good you tasted. I dreamed about you so often," Blaise said quickly, smothering Draco with kisses and licks.

"Mmm...me too." Draco muttered, relinquishing all control to Blaise, forgetting momentarily that as Head Boy, he was required to be present for the Sorting.

~~~~~

A good fifteen minutes later, a thoroughly snogged Draco sauntered into the Great Hall, drawing the attention of the entire student body to himself. He was followed by equally snogged looking Blaise.

"Sorry I'm late," Draco muttered to no one in particular, as he and Blaise took their seats and pretended to be engrossed in the Sorting.

~~~~~

Harry had been waiting impatiently for the Thestral drawn carriages to arrive at Hogwarts. He had spent an incredibly boring two weeks alone at school, during which he had been forced to sit through Occlumency lessons with Snape and magical therapy sessions with Madam Pomfrey, in an attempt to regain his control over his magic. As things stood, his magical shields had been badly damaged, and he was highly susceptible to any magical attack.

He waited in an inconspicuous corner near the entrance of the Great Hall, as students started pouring in. Before long, he heard a couple of squeals as his face was filled with bushy brown hair, and he was enveloped in a bear hug.

"Harry! You're okay. We've been worried about you," Hermione mumbled into Harry's neck, while Ron looked on apologetically.

"Glad to see you're okay, mate," Ron finally said, as Harry tried to extricate himself from Hermione's hug.

They walked into the hall together, as Harry described what had happened to him, and Ron and Hermione filled him in on their holiday.

The Sorting had just begun, when the doors opened quietly, and everybody turned to see Draco Malfoy, flushed and panting, walk quietly to his seat. Blaise Zabini followed closely, and took the seat next to Malfoy.

Seeing Malfoy, Harry's mind, and certain other parts of his anatomy, suddenly went into overdrive.

'Malfoy...Draco...I never noticed how handsome he is. God, he's adorable. What I wouldn't do to be the one that made him so flushed and excited. What was he doing with Zabini? I hate Zabini - he so does not deserve to walk in with Draco. Draco...he is so beautiful. So strong. So witty. So elegant. I need to get him to notice me. But what? Maybe I can jump over and start casting some of the new spells I've learnt? Or hop onto the High Table and declare my love for him. Would that be enough? No, he hates me. Maybe I should renounce Gryffindor and beg to be resorted into Slytherin. Maybe then he would...'

Harry's internal monologue was rudely interrupted by an elbow in his ribs. He looked over and saw Ron looking at him with eyebrows raised.

"You okay, mate?" Ron asked. "You've been staring at Malfoy for the last few minutes. I've got to tell you, Hermione gave me a long lecture about how we need to try and avoid getting into fights with Malfoy. So, much as I'm sure you would like to pound him into the ground, I think you need to lay off, unless you want Hermione on your case. Harry, Harry, snap back to Earth, mate."

Harry, whose eyes had glazed over, reluctantly stopped his mind from dwelling on pounding Draco into the ground and focussed on Ron, who had a rather worried look in his eyes.

"Yeah, you're right, we probably should stay away from Malfoy. Hermione's right, of course. In fact, I was thinking of trying to make amends with him. You know, for the good of the cause and all that."

Ron scowled at that idea. "Hey, I said don't kill him, not make friends with him. He is, and always will be, an evil little git."

Harry frowned, but didn't say anything. Draco was far from evil. Sure, he was a bit...morally challenged, but he didn't really mean anything bad. And you could hardly call him little. He was delicate and petite, like a beautiful gem. Not little!

Harry spent the rest of the evening trying to look at Draco without Ron noticing, and glaring daggers at Zabini whenever he caught his eye.

After the Sorting was over, and the students had filled up on a delicious dinner, Harry started to get up to leave. His eyes darted automatically over to the platinum haired Slytherin. He noticed that Draco had stood up, and Zabini, with his hand on the small of Draco's back, was gently leading him out.

Something inside Harry snapped and he leapt out of his seat and ran towards the Slytherins. He lunged at Zabini, who, as fate would have it, chose that moment to bend down and tie his laces. As a result, Harry leaped right above Zabini and crashed into the wall behind him. The Slytherins stared at him for a minute, before breaking out into raucous laughter.

"What's the matter, Golden Boy? Did you see You-Know-Who on the wall? Is that why you jumped? Or are the big bad dementors chasing you?" Malfoy drawled. He left the Great Hall, snickering with his house mates, while Harry sat on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and wincing with pain.

By the time Ron and Hermione reached him, Harry had managed to get up.

Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances, before Ron finally asked, "What the heck was that, Harry? You jumped straight into the wall. Are you feeling okay?"

"I...er..." Harry started, before he realised that he couldn't really explain why he had lunged at Zabini. "Not feeling too well," he finally muttered. "I think I need to get to bed."

"Alright, mate, let's go," said Ron, as he and Hermione shared a look before they helped Harry back to their Common Room.

~~~~~

Dumbledore, who had been watching the entire scene from his seat at the High Table, sighed as he turned to Professor McGonagall.

"It's as I feared. It seems like Draco's Decorus charms have kicked in, and Harry seems highly affected by them."

McGonagall nodded and pursed her lips together. "I do hope it will be better than what it was with Lucius. Thankfully, Harry seems to be the only one affected and I suppose it's because of his low resistance to magic right now. Do you think that we should keep Harry in isolation for the next few weeks? At least that way we can make sure that he does not do something he regrets."

"I don't think Harry will agree to be in isolation, Minerva. He's already been alone and going crazy the last two weeks. Maybe this...infatuation will wear off in a couple of days? We do need to keep a careful eye on him."

Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully as the last of the students left the Great Hall.

~~~~~

Back in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry excused himself saying that was really feeling unwell and needed to get to bed, and retired to his dorm room. He was tormented by thoughts of the pointy-chinned Slytherin, and stayed awake for hours before he finally fell asleep, dreaming erotic dreams of pale skin and platinum blond hair.