The Law of Attraction

Harry was lying on his bed, scouring book after book, frantically studying for the ever-nearing O.W.L.'s. Draco sat slumped against the Gryffindor boy's dormitory wall, waiting and wishing Harry would look away from the damn books. Draco, of course, had studied far in advance and was well prepared for the exam. Not only was he the quintessence of evil, he was also all-knowing...Harry, on the other hand, was the epitome of good and was far behind in his studies.

"Harry, if you paid as much attention me as you did those books, you could have studied every nook-and-cranny of me by now," Draco seductively stated, trying to get Harry's mind off of whatever he was studying and onto more interesting subjects for the both of them. Harry, not to be distracted, threw a ruler absentmindedly in Draco's direction, and with the luck only he possessed, hit him in the forehead.

"You twit! Are you trying to give me a bloody scar like yours?" Draco fumed. Harry mumbled a sorry-Draco-didn't-mean-to-gotta-study and went right back to reading.

That's it, Draco thought, no hot Gryffindor savior of the world throws a ruler at his head and doesn't get a spanking! He shall pay.

Draco rose from his seated position and with feline grace as he stretched, trying to get some feeling back into his numb arse and legs. For a moment he looked so lithe, so sexy, so perfect-- until he ruined the moment by knocking over Hedwig's cage and sent the bird into a conniption fit. Harry didn't dare move, but motioned with his hand for Draco to fix the distraction. Well, Draco concluded, at least he didn't actually see what happened!

After getting his hand nearly bitten off by the traumatized bird, Draco crept into the bed, along side of where scar-head was studying. Damn he looked hot when his brow was all furrowed and he looked so determined...then again, he also looked hot hand-cuffed and helpless lying on his bed...Draco slowly started stroking Harry's side and arm, knowing he was slowly breaking the diligent boy's concentration. Finally, with a dramatic sigh, Harry closed his book, rolled over onto his back, and put his hands behind his head. Draco took advantage of his new position and straddled Harry's lap, much to the exhausted boy's surprise.

"Drake, what are you doing...not that I mind...," Harry asked quizzically.

"Teach me something," Draco stated.

"Huh?"

"Something muggles learn, like mathematics or science..."

"Well they do learn science, I know that for a fact, and I actually know a little."

"Like what?"

"Well, over the summer, I had to listen to Dudley complain about physics. Dreadful sounding stuff."

"Why is that?" asked Draco, leaning a little closer to Harry, resting his hands gently on his muscular chest.

"Well," Harry choked, surprised at the sudden nearness between his and Draco's lips, "it has to do with a bunch of laws, you know, like the way things work in nature." Harry could feel something of his nature working at about that time...

Draco raised his brow, slightly interested and said, "So there is an actual reason why things work?"

"Most thing, ye--" Harry tried to reply, but was cut off by Draco trailing soft kisses down his neck.

"Why-do-we-work?" Draco asked between the feathery kisses he was placing all over Harry's neck.

"Well, it must be the law of attraction," Harry said with a smile. Not only was he surprised that he retained the information, but that logically, in their case, it seemed true.

"There is a law for that?" Draco questioned. "Because if so, it goes against and contradicts everything we Malfoys are: 1.) we never follow the law and 2.) we are definitely the most attractive things to grace the wizarding world!"

Harry just stared back, relishing in the fact that 1.) Draco didn't have all the answers for once and 2.) they were on his bed, alone, with Draco straddling his pelvis and most likely leaving hickies all over his neck. Harry very much enjoyed the idea of both.

"No, Draco, you dumm- I mean ravishing hunk of man whom I love so very dearly. It's just a way things work. Like the law of attraction, it just means that opposites attract, like in magnets.

"Like in us," Draco replied.

Draco, still sitting atop of Harry, observed him in all his glory. It was true, they were opposite in almost every manner and aspect, except for the fact they loved each other completely and selflessly. He noticed that his pale skin shown against Harry's tawny complexion. How his delicate features were contrasted with Harry's more defined ones, how Harry's warm green eyes burrowed right into his cold, light ones and straight into his soul.

Draco leaned in and kissed Harry passionately, savoring every moment of his fine lips meeting Harry's full ones and he felt more alive than he had in a very long time. So there is some logic to our relationship, he thought, and leaned even closer and deepened the kiss.

The beautiful kiss was only interrupted by, none other than, ladies and gentleman, Neville Longbottom looking for his god-forsaken frog--excuse me, toad! Neville gaped in awe at the sight that lay before his eyes.

"Har--who--do y-y-you have some sort of curse on him, M-M-Malfoy? Neville asked naïvely, never really knowing what went on when he wasn't there...

"No you stupid git!" Draco spat, then suddenly smiled as his mood took a complete U-turn, "It's because he loves me," he said with the enthusiasm of a first grade child, equipped with giggles and all.

"Is that...legal?" Neville asked with wide eyes...wow, someone really needed to give this boy the "talk".

"Yes, Neville, it's fine," Harry said, trying to remain calm in the very awkward situation. After all, Draco Malfoy, possessor of all things and characteristics that were very unGryffindorish was sitting atop of the light of the world and hero of Gryffindor in the Gryffindor dormitories...

"Actually, Neville," Draco said brazenly, "it is a law. The law of attraction"

Neville left, wishing to know no more, and the boys, well, they had some studying to do.