Stupid Cupid

*~*~*Stupid Cupid*~*~*

*~*~*Stupid cupid, you're a real mean guy. I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly. I am in love and it's a crying shame. And I know that you're the one to blame.*~*~*

Seventeen-year-old Harry Potter watched as his crush, Draco Malfoy, began taunting Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley, about how poor his family was. Yet, he couldn't help falling in love with the blonde-haired, gray-eyed boy. He was so ashamed of being in love with Draco Malfoy that he kept it a secret from everyone - including Draco himself.

*~*~*Hey hey, set me free. Stupid cupid, stop picking on me.*~*~*

Now Draco Malfoy started taunting Harry. "What's the famous Harry Potter been up to lately?" he asked with a smirk.

God, he looks so sexy when he smirks like that! Harry thought.

*~*~*I can't do my homework and I can't think straight.*~*~*

Harry thought about the times in classes when he'd been caught daydreaming about Draco. He couldn't even concentrate on his homework! Like that time when Professor Snape made his Potions class write a very long essay on healing potions. Harry was the only one who didn't complete the assignment because all night long when he was supposed to be doing his homework, he had been daydreaming yet again, about Draco Malfoy.

*~*~*I meet him every morning bout half past eight. I am acting like a lovesick fool. You've even got me carrying his books to school.*~*~*

Harry smirked at the time when Draco asked (OK, it was more of an order) Harry to carry his books to classes. And Harry actually eagerly agreed to it, much to the dismay of his friends. Ron had been especially horrified. Now Harry always carried Draco's books to their classes.

*~*~*Hey hey, set me free. Stupid cupid, stop picking on me.*~*~*

But of course, Draco always continued to taunt Harry and his friends despite the many times Harry had carried Draco's books to class. Perhaps that wasn't enough to get Draco's attention?

*~*~*You messed me up for good right from the very start. Hey, go and play Robin Hood with somebody else's heart.*~*~*

Harry couldn't tell if Draco liked him or hated him. Sometimes, Draco acted as though he liked Harry - especially when they were alone. But other times, like when they were around other people, Draco would act like he hated Harry. Harry wished Draco would stop playing around with his heart and just tell him if he liked Harry or not.

*~*~*You got me jumping like a crazy clown. And I don't feature what you're putting down.*~*~*

Whenever Draco was around Harry, Harry would always get excited and nervous and start acting a little crazy. Sometimes he would start stuttering when he spoke, other times he would get all jittery around him.

*~*~*Since I kissed his loving lips of wine. The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine.*~*~*

Then, one fateful night, Harry was sitting alone in the Astronomy Tower, thinking about his favorite topic - Draco. When suddenly, Draco appeared in the room. He looked kind of lonely, and almost as though he had been hurt. At first they argued a bit, as though they couldn't believe they were both in the Astronomy Tower. Then Draco told Harry that Pansy Parkinson had dumped him because she felt Draco wasn't paying enough attention to her and thought he was in love with someone else.

"Who? Who are you in love with, Malfoy?" Harry had asked.

Draco stared at him, and finally uttered, "You, Potter."

"Me?" Harry was beyond shocked.

"Yes, Potter. Yes, I'm gay - so sue me if you will!" spat Draco.

That's when Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco hard on the lips. Draco was startled at first, but kissed him right back. Their kiss lasted a very long time.

*~*~*Hey hey, set me free. Stupid cupid, stop picking on me.*~*~*

The night they kissed was the night Harry finally felt free. Harry and Draco had been together ever since. Draco made Harry into what he was today. The man he wanted to be. Without Draco, Harry would be lost. They were secret lovers, now. Still nobody knew about it so Draco would continue to taunt Harry and his friends in public. But now Harry didn't mind, because he knew Draco wasn't being truthful about the taunting. Harry loved Draco, and Draco loved Harry. That was all Harry ever knew and all he ever needed to know.

*~*~*You've got me jumping like a crazy clown. And I don't feature what you're putting down.

Since I kissed his loving lips of wine. The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine.

Hey hey, set me free. Stupid cupid, stop picking on me.

Hey hey, set me free. Stupid cupid, stop picking on me.*~*~*

THE END