Love Me Just a Little Bit More

Love me just a little bit more:

totally hooked on you

* * * * *

Harry sat at his table, dazed. What did just happen? He couldn't believe it. Maybe I misheard Draco and was he just saying something completely different, or maybe he wasn't talking at all.

Ron nudged Harry. "You must pay attention, otherwise Snape will give you detention!"

Harry nodded. He looked up at Snape, who was explaining some difficult Potions ingredients. I want to be in my bed, dreaming. Not here.

* *

Harry was stirring a purple potion, while Ron cut some Mandrake leaves to add. While stirring, Harry's mind wandered off to Draco. He looked at the beautiful guy, as he was making a potion.

Suddenly Draco turned around, as if he had felt Harry's eyes on him. Harry got a shock and while watching Draco's face, he forgot to stirr.

"POTTER! WHY AREN'T YOU STIRRING?" Snape yelled.

Harry's potion was producing grey smoke and suffocated all the students sitting next to it.

While Snape grabbed his wand and spoke a clearation spell he sneered at Harry. "Detention for you!"

Great, Harry thought, again my life starts to suck. He almost wanted to cry, but then again he thought, what the hell, let them ruin my life, I'll get over it. Probably. Or not.

As he stayed behind after Potions, he noticed Draco leave. He made himself look the other way. He wasn't allowing himself to start liking Draco Malfoy. All that was going to come from that was pain. And he certainly wasn't giving Malfoy the power of hurting him that much. No. He was just going to avoid Draco a little and then these weird desire-like thingeys would stop. Yes. Oh, Harry, you're a genius. You rule!

* *

"Well, mister Poter, shall I give some intructions for cleaning, or could you start cleaning the classroom all by yourself?" Snape asked Harry sarcastically.

"Yes professor," Harry quickly answered and started working.

With all the devotion his body and mind had to offer, Harry started cleaning all the kettles and made them look all shiny and new. This actually isn't such a bad detention after all, Harry thought. He could forget all his horrible feelings and doubts just a little, while cleaning like a madman. And before he knew it, yep time flies when you're having fun, he had cleaned everything what could have possibly been cleaned.

Harry grabbed a tissue from his pocket and swept away some sweat from his forehead, it was pretty hot in the dungeons.

"Hmm, I liked that." Harry spoke to himself and walked to his table to get his potions books and to get back to his commonroom.

"You liked what, Potter?"

Harry turned around in a shock.

Don't blush, don't stutter, act cool Harry, act tough!

"None of you bussiness, Malfoy. What are doing here?" Harry snapped.

Draco looked at Harry with a devious glaze in his eyes.

"So, that's how you want to play it, Harry. First act like a sweet little boy who's struggling with his gayness. And then, you lure me into your room. And then, you kiss me. And now, you're just trying to hide how immensly attracted you are to me."

At first, Harry got a little flushed, because Draco was so totally on to him, but then he got very angry with this sexy git. How could he act as if he didn't care? As if he was just in it for the sex? As if he just enjoyed the fun of seducing Harry Potter? He wasn't, was he...?

"Malfoy! How DARE you!," Harry got his wand from his pocket. "I was trying to be nice to you! I don't want you!"

**Amorium Mobiliarium**

**Descentio Vincitiam**

The two boys had yelled their spells at the same time. A pink light brighted up the whole dungeon, sparks and stars flew everywhere, Harry was smashed to the wall, together with Draco.

"Harry," he heard Draco whisper, then he couldn't see or hear anything. Only pink... Pink...

* * *

Draco was lying in a bed in the hospital wing. He was bored. He had been lying here for three days now, but madame Pomfrey wouldn't let him go. He and Harry had spoken two weird spells at the same time, she said, and he could be infected with a really dangerous curse. Harry still hadn't woken up. Draco felt kind of guilty.

He had been a little mean to Harry, but he couldn't get too carried away with this thing going on. He was too afraid of it getting too real.

So he just wanted to end it off, that's why he had gone to Harry. He thought they both wanted the same: sex. But obviously Harry wasn't up for that, Harry must have really wanted something real. Draco only shivered at the thought. Real, he thought. Real. Harry would have known something real wasn't possible?!

Suddenly there was a soft tap on the door.

"Come in," Draco responded.

"Hi Draco," spoke a sweet girl's voice.

"Hello Rosa," Draco said, smiling.

"I heard what happened to you from your fa- from professor Snape, he told all the Slytherins in class. I was worried. You're allright, aren't you?" Rosa was a Slytherin classmate of Draco, a sweet girl, he had been acquinted with her for a few months now. Rosa was the first intelligent classy friend Draco had, a nice refreshment from Crabbe and Goyle. He liked having her around, she was a real friend.

"Yes, I'm allright. Thank you." Rosa smiled at Draco sweetly.

"How's Harry?" she asked. Draco looked at the angelic look of Harry Potter sleeping softly in the bed next to him. "Still sleeping. Hasn't woken up for three days."

"You know, Draco," Rosa started. "The two of you would really make a nice couple. You're so adorable together!" Rosa snickered for a moment and saw Draco blush.

"Rosa, you know I can't. Not that I would. But, Harry's just a good shag, maybe, but we're surely NOT compatible!"

"Okay, okay, Drake, don't take it so serious, it was just a suggestion." At once Rosa had a really guilty look on her face.

"Something wrong, Rose?" Draco asked.

Rosa nodded. "Yes, there's something really wrong. I wanted to tell you for some time, but, well. You must promise me you won't get angry?"

Draco nodded and whispered: "I promise."

"Well-"

All of a sudden there was a loud bang on the door and Lucius Malfoy ran in. He looked around the room, as if he expected someone else to be there, then he sat himself down on a chair next to his son's bed.

"Good day, miss Crouch. I would like to have a word with my son in private."

Rosa got all stunned, flushed and ran out of the infirmary without saying a word.

"What the hell whas that about?" Draco asked.