Maybe

MAYBE

By Eriphyle

You don't know how I watch you. You don't know how I see you move, watch your head nod in class, watch you chew your pen, watch your head bent over your work.

I see how the others watch you. But I've watched you the longest- wanted you the longest. The shape of your chin, the pink of your lips, the movement of your wild hair, which nails you examine when you're bored. I want all of it. I've watched, waited; now I'm ready.

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Looks like Malfoy's been building up his muscles from Quidditch. He's beginning to look quite good.

Ooops- anima remisco, not animus remitto. Right, focus.

Mmmmm, I can see his left knee from here...

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Harry sat in the empty classroom finishing his Potions tests for his assignment.

Right, that should prove that ox essence is used only to make the trioxebo potion a nice pink colour, he thought to himself as he finished. Sighing with relief, he began to pack-up. He was just bending over to put back the grassneep leaves when he thought he heard the door to the classroom close softly. He stood up and turned around, dropping the bottle of leaves with surprise. Draco just eyed him curioubemused expression.

'Malfoy, point that face in a different direction, I almost lost an eye.'

'No chance of that happening with those glasses, Potter.' Draco kept watching, as Harry rolled his eyes and began cleaning-up the mess.

Harry finished, and straightened-up. 'Still here?'

Draco glanced up to Harry's face and smirked, saying, 'You could leave.'

Harry just rolled his eyes. 'Right. Is there something keeping you here? Is leaving a possibility? Fine, stay. I don't care, in fact, do stay.' Realising this was somewhat true, Harry blushed, wondering from where this strange situation had arisen. Draco smirked again.

Harry went and sat at the desk where he had to write his results.

Draco stood in the aisle and said, 'You know Potter, you do the pretty little pout quite well.'

Harry looked up, eyes wide. 'What?' Did he just say that? Was he coming on to me, or calling me girly? Can't beat me with wit, so now he's just trying to disgust me. Great.

Draco came over and perched on Harry's desk. 'I've watched you- despite your personality, you manage to be quite cute, in your own way.'

With that, Draco seized the front of Harry's shirt and pulled him forward into a rough kiss.

Harry hesitated before pulling away in shock. 'What are you doing? You're... I'm... ARE YOU MAD?'

Draco just continued. 'Shut up and listen, Potter. I think you fancy me too. Who could blame you?'

He slid forward onto Harry's lap, and kissed him again.

Maybe it was the potion fumes, maybe it was adolescent urges, but Harry submitted, not completely unwillingly.

The taste of Draco, the rhythm of his tongue, and the feeling of their bodies pushed together, was enticing. It was easy for him to pretend it wasn't the Malfoy he hated, because he wasn't talking, or trying to hurt someone.

Harry just ignored everything except what he could feel.

And when he eventually felt Draco pulling away, he suddenly remembered it was Malfoy, and finally thought, Fuck, it'd be just like him to throw this right in my face. But, what if, maybe he's serious...

Draco looked at him through his blond fringe.

Harry smiled and said, 'I could get used to that.'

Draco's smile fell. 'Actually Potter, I was wrong. You're not right for me. Sorry. Hey, do you know if Weasley is going out with anyone?'

Harry made himself reply, he swallowed. 'Um, not... not that I know.'

Hmmm, maybe not, Harry thought to himself.