Her Wish

Draco snored. "Zabini, do you really think I'd let that bitch get to me?"

"No-no, Drake, ofcourse not. But ewww, it must have been a very scary experience, right?"

"Uhu," Draco admitted and he clasped his hands dramatically in front of his eyes, murmering: "The horror! The terror!"

Blaise giggled and pulled Draco towards him to give him a big hug. Blaise really was a gay kind of guy, he liked hugging, cuddling or even kissing all the male friends he had.

"Blaise," Draco said sternly.

"Ow, yeah... I know, I know... no touchey," Blaise gave in and let go of Draco.

Draco smiled at Blaise sweetly. He liked the guy, but sometimes he could be a bit too carried away with his gayness. But then again, Blaise was gay and gay.

"So, Drake, what are you going to do about Granger?" Blaise asked.

Draco smirked with a devilish look in his grey eyes. "Well, I came up with the most ingenious plan of all plans. I'm going to be gay!"

"Gay?"

"Yes! Granger doesn't know I'm just bisexual, so I'll play gay all the way! That ought to scare her away, right?"

"Hmmm," Blaise mused," I must admit you have a very refined taste, Drakie darling, but to keep up your gay appearance, you should really date a guy, you know?"

That was one factor Draco hadn't taken into consideration. He needed to have a real boyfriend, otherwise he wouldn't have enough to frighten Granger.

"Yes. Blaise. I think you have a good point there. But who could be my boyfriend, then?"

"Slytherin? Impossible. For, at first: all gay Slytherins are taken and it would be unconvincing. She'd see the charade immediately. Granger is smart, you know."

"Oh, c'mon, Blaise! Not a Slytherin? What the hell do you think of me? I would never ever date someone from another house!" Draco yelled.

But Blaise just kept on musing. "Someone who's close to her would be best, that would be totally overwhelming!"

"BLAISE! Are you listening to me? I'd never date someone from another house!"

Blaise sneered. "Oh yes, Draco. There's one boy you would date."

Oh. God. Blaise doesn't really mean... HIM?

"Blaise. No."

"Yes, Draco. HARRY POTTER! He's perfect! And he's o-so-gorgeous!" Blaise licked his lips.

Draco felt his chest tighten. He couldn't possibly go out and woo Potter, now could he? He had to admit, the Gryffindor golden boy was a piece of luscious meat.

"And he's gay, you know," Blaise uttered.

"Really?" Draco cried out, obviously stunned.

"Yes. You should talk to me more often, Draco, I know everything about Gay!Hogwarts."

"And is he seeing anybody?"

Blaise shook his head.

"Wow." Draco commented.

He knew. He had to flirt with Potter, he had to make him fall in love with him and then, ooooh! Granger would just DIE! Draco growled. He felt so evil, and he loved it.

"I'll do it, Blaise. I will have Potter. I will make him mine!"

* * *

"Harry!" Hermione waved a hand in front of Harry's eyes. "Daydreaming again?"

Harry nodded and looked up at his friend. "What it is?" he asked, a tad annoyed.

"Oh nothing," Hermione tried to sound uncaring, but it was clear that she wanted something off her chest.

"Yes, Mione, there's something wrong. Tell me."

"Owh, Harry, it's about Malfoy! Ever since I kissed him I can't forget him! I love him so! But he hates me! He hates me! And I feel so miserable!" Hermione said, desperate and with tears running over her cheeks.

Harry felt sorry for her, but he knew that Hermione's wish was never going to be fullfilled. He knew Draco, maybe better than some people did and he would never give in to such a kiss.

"Oh, Mione, I know. He's such a git!" Harry said and hugged Hermione.

"But I love him!" Hermione cried out, from underneath Harry's firm grip.

Yes. I know. And for a moment Harry couldn't help thinking of how it would be to feel Draco's soft silky lips on his.

* * *

Potions class had ended for the day and Harry was just busy packing in his stuff, when he felt the soft brush of a hand over his back. In a second he turned around. To stand face to face with... Malfoy.

Harry looked questioning at the blonde boy and when he didn't say anything, he turned around again to continue his packing.

And again Harry's packing was disturbed by a soft rub of a hand over his back. He turned around again.

"Malfoy! What is it?"

Draco did nothing but smirk. "Oh, nothing, Potter. I was just admiring what Quidditch has done for your figure."

Huh? Did Harry hear that correctly?

"Malfoy? What the hell are you saying?"

"I was trying to bring to you with subtlety that you look good. But I guess subtlety doesn't work for you Gryffindors." Draco snickered softly.

Harry stared at Draco with an open mouth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you sick, Malfoy? Sure that you're feeling allright? Shouldn't you visit the hospital wing?"

Draco grunted. "Why are you being so annoying? I was trying to flirt with you, sweetly and subtle! But the subtlety isn't working and the 'sweet' part isn't really getting through to you! I tried to compliment you! And all you do is ask if I'm sick! I'm being serious here, Potter!" Draco yelled out, truly bothered.

And again Harry looked at Draco with he He's-Mental look in his eyes. "Draco. Shut up. If this is your new way of annoying me, it isn't working!"

"Bitch!" Draco yelled at Harry.

"Me? A bitch? ARGH! ASS!" Harry screamed.

"Ass? Owh, I'm glad you mentioned my ass, because I think it's getting a bit too firm." Draco pulled up his robe and turned around, so his ass was facing Harry. "What do you think, Harry?" Draco asked with so much innocence in his voice that Harry almost started to believe him.

But Harry did stare at Draco's ass, which was surely firm and... ooh... well-formed. Draco wiggled his hips to make his ass look even more delicious.

"Well? Potter? We don't have all day. Maybe, if you'd see the ass without all that clothing around it." Draco started to take off his belt to open his trousers.

"NO! DRACO! STOP!" Harry yelled. "Your ass is great! Yeah, really! Beautiful! Now, I got to go."

"Huh?" Draco had no time to say goodbye to Harry, because the boy ran out of the classroom, leaving his bag behind.

"Oh, silly, silly Potter," Draco whispered. He had seen the blushes on Harry's cheeks and the sudden 'movement' in Harry's robes when he had turned around. I'll get him. Soon enough. He's hot for me.