Decorus Draco

Harry moaned as pale hands roamed all over his body. The baby soft hair tickling his neck made him want to giggle but other sensations were overpowering his brain. Draco brought his lips down to Harry's, his tongue slipping easily inside Harry's willing mouth, while his fingers continued their ministrations. Harry could not get enough of that beautiful taste in his mouth, Draco's sweet lips, his sensual tongue, kissing, nipping, biting. As Draco's hands moved lower onto Harry's stomach, teasing and titillating, Harry gave a loud gasp and...

And woke up with a start. His brain took a few minutes to register that he had just been having a wet dream about Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. His enemy. The insufferable git who had done nothing but get in Harry's way since their first day at school. A boy, for crying out loud!

Harry covered his mouth with his hand as his stomach started feeling queasy. He jumped out of bed, rushed to the basin, and gulped down a glass of water to ease his stomach. He then started brushing his teeth like a maniac, after which he gargled his mouth with mouthwash five times just to get rid of the taste of Draco's mouth in his; it had felt so real in his dreams. Yuck!

Harry finished rinsing his mouth and climbed back into bed. He didn't want to go down for breakfast and see Malfoy. He was sure he would throw up if he remembered the utterly disgusting dream he had woken up to. No - he'd just ask Ron to save something for him, and maybe drop in at the kitchens later.

~~~~~

Ron looked a bit worried when Harry told him that he didn't feel too well, and wanted to sleep in a bit.

"Do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey?" Ron asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"No, I'm okay. I just need some rest," Harry lied smoothly, putting on his best you're-my-best-friend-so-stop-asking-questions-and-go-with-it look. "Can you save me a muffin for later? I'll meet you in Charms."

"Alright, mate," said Ron, waving to Harry before he rushed out of the dorm, late for breakfast, as usual.

~~~~~

The morning was blissfully peaceful and Slytherin-free for Harry. He decided that he would go early for lunch and then rush out; hopefully he could avoid seeing Malfoy that way. After Transfiguration, Harry told Ron and Hermione to hurry up and get to the Great Hall, as he wanted to go to the library and research his Charms assignment after lunch.

Hermione was tickled pink, and she grinned widely as she said, "Harry, I'm so happy you're taking your assignment so seriously." She gave Ron a jab with her elbow, before continuing, "The two of you can go ahead; I have to speak to Professor Vector about an assignment. I'll meet you later for Potions. You need to start taking your lessons more seriously too, Ron."

Ron scowled at Hermione, and then at Harry, and stomped off to the Great Hall. Harry shrugged and followed, along with Hermione.

The three were among the first to get to the Great Hall, and started on their lunch quickly. Harry was gobbling down food as fast as he could, wanting to get out of there before Malfoy and his goons came in. He swallowed the last of his dessert, and started to get up.

"I'll meet the two of you at the library," he said, ignoring Ron's protests of "Harry, wait up, I'm almost done."

Harry had just made it through the doors, when he saw Malfoy, closely followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

Seeing Harry alone, Malfoy's eyes gleamed wickedly. "What's the matter, Potty? Lose your sidekicks?"

Seeing Malfoy - no Draco - Harry's dream returned to his mind with full force. Only this time it wasn't disgusting. It was right and beautiful. It was meant to be. Harry gaped at Draco for a few seconds.

"Come on Potty, I know you're mentally stunted, but you could at least attempt a comeback, you know. God, you're pathetic," Draco drawled, and sauntered off towards the Great Hall.

Harry watched him dazedly, and without thinking, started walking back, following Draco. He had to get Draco to talk to him some more. He just had to hear that sexy drawl and see those beautiful lips curl up in that endearing smirk.

Harry followed Draco and was walking towards the Slytherin table, before a hand grabbed his arm and jerked him.

"What's wrong, Harry? Why did you come back?"

Harry turned around and saw Ron's enquiring eyes.

"I...er...he...I need..." Harry started, before blushing and shaking his head.

Ron was looking more worried by the minute. "Are you sure you're alright, Harry? I could take you to the hospital wing, you know."

"No, I'm fine," said Harry, trying to focus on what Ron was saying. "Let's...let's go to the library, I just decided that I would wait for you."

Ron looked suspicious, but didn't say anything, as he walked with Harry to the library.

~~~~~

They spent the rest of the lunch hour going through dusty books and making notes, though when Ron wasn't looking, Harry drew little hearts on his page, and tried to sign his name Harry Malfoy. Over and over he signed the name, giggling and blushing every time he saw it.

Soon it was time for Potions, and they picked up their books and walked over to their class. Malfoy was already in class, laughing and chatting with Amy Zinger, a buxom Slytherin girl, who was fawning over the Head Boy. Harry felt his insides clench and he froze. Ron, however, having had enough of Harry's weirdness for a day, dragged Harry by the arm to their seats, and pushed him roughly into his seat.

"Harry, something is very wrong with you. You're acting all strange, and I think it has something to do with Malfoy. I'm taking you to Pomfrey after class; I think you may be under some spell or something."

Harry jerked his head at those words. That made sense, of course. He must be under a spell. He couldn't've been thinking all the thoughts that he'd been thinking on his own, now, could he? It must be a spell. Ron was right. He would go to Madam Pomfrey, and she would make him alright. He tried to pull himself together, telling himself that what he was feeling was just a spell, so he just needed to stop looking at Draco till he got to the hospital wing.

"The potion we are brewing today is a very complex healing potion," Snape's deep voice resonated through the class. "You will work with your regular partners. The directions are on the blackboard, and make sure you measure every ingredient carefully before adding it in. Even a small change can result in a toxic and corrosive mixture."

There was a scratch of quills as students started copying the directions down. Harry turned to Ron, who began to collect the ingredients as they started the potion. Harry tried to focus, and the potion was almost done before Draco walked by, smirking at Harry and Ron.

"How's the potion going, Potter? Considering that you and the Weasel only have half a brain between you, it must be pretty tough. It's always fun watching the two of you lose house points when you mess up your potion though, so don't let me stop you."

Harry, whose eyes had glazed over when Draco had started talking let out a helpless "Erk" and dropped the entire root of benoa that he had been meaning to chop up, into their cauldron. The result was a small explosion, followed by some of the green goo spurting out of the cauldron and onto Draco's robes.

As indicated by Snape, the mixture was corrosive, and began eating into Draco's robes.

Without a thought, Harry pointed his wand at Draco and muttered, "Semeveo." Draco's robes disappeared, leaving him clad in a white form-fitting t-shirt and low cut, hip-hugging blue jeans.

Harry's eyes grew wider and his mouth dropped open. He jumped suddenly, noticing that some of the mixture had fallen on him as well, and was eating away at his clothes. Harry cursed, and a beam of brown light shot out of his wand towards Draco, who ducked. The beam caught the ends of Draco's hair, and a few strands sizzled. Draco gave a horrified look, before patting his head, and putting out the small sparks there.

Meanwhile, Snape had cast the "Semeveo" charm on Harry twice, removing his robes and shirt, which the mixture had already eaten through. Harry looked startled, staring down at his own bare chest, and then over to Draco, whose hair was still smoking.

"Oh my gosh! Draco...I..." Harry pointed his wand at Draco, intending to cast a spell that would return Draco's hair to normal, but Draco gave a terrified squeak and fled, before Harry could cast it.

"Expelliarmus!" shouted Snape, and Harry's wand flew into his hand. "Mr. Potter, that will be 10 points off Gryffindor for messing up your potion, and 10 points for hexing your classmate."

"But I didn't - it was an accident. I would never hex Draco. I..."

"That will be all, Mr. Potter," Snape interrupted. "Now I suggest you leave and put on some clothes, since you've ruined the ones you had on. I think the rest of the class has been traumatised enough having to see you in that state of undress. You are excused, Potter. You can come collect your wand from me after class."

With that, Snape moved to the front of the class, leaving behind a flustered Harry, who quickly packed up his books and rushed out of class.

~~~~~

Harry spent the next hour or so repeatedly banging his head on the headboard of his bed.

'What have I done? What did I do to Draco? I hate that I have no control over my magic. I could have hurt him. And that look he gave me - he looked terrified of me. How can I ever get him to love me now? I am so stupid!'

~~~~~

Harry decided to skip the next class, and went to visit Madam Pomfrey instead, after picking up his wand from Snape's office. Harry told Pomfrey that he thought he was under the influence of a dark spell, which prompted the medi-witch to examine him thoroughly. A good hour later, she released him, having declared him 'fit and spell-free.'

Harry reluctantly walked over to the Great Hall for dinner. He was sure Ron and Hermione would have a million questions about where he had been.

~~~~~

As expected, the other Gryffindors were curious about where Harry had been, and why he had missed Herbology. Harry mumbled an excuse, and ran his fingers over his scar, which led to sympathetic "Oh's" and he was left alone.

Harry spent the entire lunch period moping and staring at Draco over at the Slytherin table. This did not go unnoticed by Blaise, who had been carefully watching Harry.

~~~~~

Blaise leaned over to whisper to Draco in a low voice, "Potter's been watching you since he came in. What gives?"

Draco hesitantly raised his eyes and saw Harry glaring in his direction, not noticing that the glare was, in fact, directed at Blaise. He quickly averted his eyes, and turned to Blaise. "I...I think Potter is planning to kill me."

Blaise, surprisingly enough, looked relieved. "Oh. That's alright then. I thought he looked like he wanted to shag you."

Draco looked disgusted at first, and then annoyed. "And how exactly is him wanting to kill me a less worrisome thought?"

"Relax, baby. He's Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. He's not going to start randomly killing his rivals. He's a noble Gryffindor, after all."

Draco did not seem convinced. "Under normal circumstances, no. But did you see the crazed look he gave me in Potions? I think Potter has lost his marbles. Something's snapped inside him, and he wants to kill me. Didn't you see his eyes when tried to hex me?"

Blaise, who, like most Slytherins, wasn't very brave, seemed a bit disconcerted at the idea of Potter trying to off his boyfriend. But the thought of somebody messing with his 'property' surpassed his fear, and he looked Draco firmly in the eye. "We won't let him get you, Draco. If Potter is really trying to kill you, we'll make sure he doesn't succeed."

Blaise squeezed Draco's hand under the table. All of a sudden, the lights in the Great Hall began to flicker, and a couple of windows shattered. The chandelier that was above Draco broke loose of its holdings and came crashing down between Draco and Blaise. Draco jumped up and looked at Harry, who was red in the face, and had a strange green aura surrounding him.

"He is trying to kill me," Draco squeaked, before rushing out of the Great Hall.