Her Wish

Her Wish

Someone pulled Harry by his collar into a deserted corridor. It was just after dinner and most students were in their common rooms, laying around a bit.

Harry had gone out for a walk when he felt a pair of soft hands grab him from behind.

"What the hell!" Harry cried out.

All the response he got was a smirking Draco.

"Malfoy? What's up with you?"

"Oh, Harry, there's a lot up with me. If you only took the time to get to know me better." Draco smiled.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Draco Malfoy, King of Evil Smirks was actually smiling at him. And calling him by his first name.

"Well, why did you jerk me into this hallway?" Harry questioned him.

"Oh, that's a long story," Draco said and paused.

"Well? Are you going to tell me?"

"Only if you stop acting so hostile towards me! I'm trying to be sweet to you!"

Harry raised his eyebrow. "Sweet?"

"Uhu," Draco stepped forward, so that he was forcing Harry up against the stone wall. Their bodies were almost touching.

Harry could feel Draco's breath on his cheeks and he blushed, ashamed of what he was thinking.

"Draco. Please," Harry muttered and tried to push the blonde away from him.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, with his soft lips slightly brushing Harry's face.

Harry was panting hard and his chest was making irregular movements up and down. He couldn't take this anymore.

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled and for the second time he tried to get away.

But Draco wouldn't let him. He lifted his head and placed a gently kiss on Harry's red lips. He could feel the sparkles float through his arms, head and the rest of his body. He didn't want to let go. But he knew he had to.

When Draco seperated their lips and looked at Harry, he smiled satisfyingly.

Harry's eyes were still closed and his lips were in a inviting pout, screaming for more kisses.

"Harry?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Draco with his green orbs.

"Yes?" Harry's voice was a bit husky from the kiss.

"Did you enjoy that?" Draco smirked.

"I did." Harry licked his lips and batted his eyelashes innocently.

"Just as I thought," Draco said and gave Harry a short kiss on his lips. "I've got to go now."

"Go? Now?" Harry pouted and grabbed Draco by his waist. "You're not going anywhere!"

"Oooh, my oh my, aren't we cheeky?" Draco smiled and gave into Harry.

* * *

"Ron? Have you seen Harry?" Hermione muttered as she stared out of the window in the common room.

Ron shook his head. "No I haven't. Why?"

Hermione sighed. "Oh, Ron, I need to talk to him. I feel so bad."

Ron smiled and walked over to his friend. "Mione, you have to let that Malfoy bastard go. He isn't worth your while!"

Hermione was thankful for Ron's words, but they were no comfort to her. She was in love and no words were going to make her fall out of love. "Thanks Ron, but I just need Harry to talk to. He understands."

And at that moment Hermione didn't know how well Harry understood her. Because he did. Because at that precise moment, his lips were hungrily pressed to Draco's.

"I'll go and look for Harry!" Hermione decided and she exited the common room.

* * *

"Draaaaaaaaaco!" Harry whined.

"God! Potter! I never knew you were so demanding!" Draco said as he pulled Harry onto his lap.

They had moved into Draco's private quarters to have a bit more comfortable fun. And Draco had just checked the health of his little fuzzy bunny when Harry started to feel abandonded.

"Harry, Fluffy needs my attention too!" Draco explained, taking his bunny in his arms.

"Awww, Draco!" Harry cried out, stroking the bunny. "Fluffy is sooo adorable!"

"So are you," Draco whispered and kissed Harry on his lips.

"You know, Draco," Harry started, "I never knew you could be so nice."

"Well, I'll take that as a complement, I guess."

"No, really. Draco, I always thought you'd cheat on anything and anyone. But here I am, on your lap. Obviously loved by you."

Draco spluttered for a few seconds. Damn! Why was Harry trusting him so quickly? All they did was snog like sexual frustrated teenagers and cuddle like bunnies. But that was all. And now Harry was on his lap, close to declaring his undying love for Draco!

"Draco," Harry blushed and stared at the floor," I think I really really like you." And here it was! The undying love part! Draco felt a bit guilty. He wasn't being fair to Harry. He just did this to get Granger away from him. And the whole Seduce-Harry part had been a lot more comfortable then he had first thought. But still.

"Harry," Draco whispered and he shoved the darkhaired boy off his lap, "I don't think this is the time to say these things."

"Yeah. You're right." Harry suddenly seemed taken aback. Afraid almost. He got up to his feet and put his blouse back on. "I'd better go."

And with that, Harry walked out of Draco's room.

Fuck. Why did I have to say that? Draco fell back onto his mattress, staring at the ceiling. He was confused. But why would he be confused when everything was going according to plan?

* * *

Hermione was wandering lonely through Hogwarts. It was almost bedtime and soon Hermione had to be back in the commonroom. But she felt devastated. She needed someone to talk to, to understand her problems. And that one person who did understand, Harry, was nowhere to be found.

Hermione softly started to cry and she sat herself down on the stairs. She just felt hurt. And bad. She wanted Draco, she needed him. In one of her crazy dreams she had thought that her kissing-plan would work. But she had been wrong.

Draco wouldn't love her. He would never love her.

"Mione? What's wrong?"

Hermione turned around in a shock.

"Oh, Cho, it's you."

Cho smiled at Hermione and sat down nex to her.

"What's wrong, dear?" She wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulders.

Hermione couldn't help it, but she started telling Cho everything. About Draco, about missing Harry and about feeling lonely and left out.

"Ow, Herm, I'm so sorry!" Cho rubbed her back and gave her a tissue for her tears. "You shouldn't feel so bad about yourself. You're lovely!"

Hermione looked up from her tears. "Do you really think so?"

"Yes! Absolutely." Cho smiled.

*

And that was the moment when Harry ran past, his hair tousled, his blouse half open and his lips red from all the ravishing.

"Harry?" Hermione screamed.