Every Guy has a Soft Spot for a Cat

Draco and Pansy were still arguing when Harry reached their seat.

"Not everyone is blessed with flawless skin!" Pansy snapped.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You don't think I know that?" He gave her a meaningful look. "Pansy...I am very aware of those traits that set me above everyone else...and flawless skin has always been one of them."

Harry quickly sat in between them, thus preventing the strangling Pansy had promised in her eyes. "Hey guys!"

Draco smirked at him as if actually enjoying his company. "Hi Harry."

"Erm...hi."

"You like my flawless skin, don't you?" The blonde was getting uncomfortably close.

"Sure." Harry paled as Draco pressed his cheek into Harry's palm.

"Soft, isn't it?"

"Um...yeah."

"Delicate," Draco muttered. He ran Harry's fingers down his neck. "Smooth...enticing..."

Harry licked his lips, throat drying faster than a raisin on a hot day. "Very..." he murmured.

Draco leaned forward and stuck his tongue out at Pansy. "See? Harry agrees with me."

"Of course he does," Pansy said. "You've got him all hot and bothered. Anyone could do that."

Draco chuckled. "Not like the master," he said gesturing to himself.

Pansy glared at him for a moment then turned a sweet yet predatory look on Harry. "It isn't skin that's important," she said breathily. "Right, Harry?"

He blushed. "Um...I..."

She took his hand. "It's the lips."

Harry watched in amazement as she inserted a finger into her mouth and sucked gently. His whole body shuddered in excitement.

"You're shameless," Draco said. "Quit teasing him."

Pansy removed the finger and scowled at Draco. "You're always teasing him."

"Yeah, but I found him first!"

"He's not your property."

"That's what you think!"

Pansy rolled her eyes and looked out the window.

"Harry?" Draco asked.

Harry stared at the bus floor, hands over groin. "Yes?" he squeaked.

"You okay?"

"Very much so."

"Ah..." The blonde seemed at a loss for a moment. "Anything interesting in the paper?"

Pansy also turned to stare at the paper lying across Harry's legs. "Gimme that!" she exclaimed, snatching it up. She flipped to the front page and searched for the date. "We've traveled to one year in the future? Draco, what are you--"

"Shh!" Draco glared at her and pressed his ear to the compartment door beside him. "The ladies next to us are gossiping, and I just have to know what they think of Mrs. Briggs no good son-in-law."

Pansy looked to Harry who pulled the other boy back over to their seats without thinking.

"Public transportation is fascinating," Draco cried.

Harry took Draco by the shoulders. "Draco, what are we doing?"

"Doing? We're sitting on the bus."

Harry looked at him seriously. "Pansy, excuse me for a moment. Draco, this is for your own good."

Harry then proceeded to toss the blonde around violently, half-dreading half-praying the other boy could still suffer from Shaken Baby Syndrome.

Draco spun around dizzily as soon as Harry released him. He looked around like a dazed possum in daylight and sat down. "You were saying?"

"What. Is. Our. Plan?" Harry repeated.

Draco raised a finger, a brief moment of poise before the words leaked out. "Oh yes...we are going to Guns'n'Handcuffs."

"Yes, we got that part," Pansy said. "But why?"

"We...that is...I am going to ask...myself..." He pointed at his chest and smiled. "What my plan is..."

"What?"

"My future self...he'll know."