Malfoys Don't Get Crushes

Draco sauntered into Potions ten minutes late and was waved to his seat by Professor Snape. His eyes immediately fixed on Harry, who currently had his head cradled in his arms against the desk. He was flanked on either side by glaring sets of eyes. The Weasel cracked his knuckles when he saw Draco and flushed in anger. Granger simply frowned and rolled her eyes at him as if he had just forgotten the answer to a very easy problem that even his goons knew the answer to.

Somewhat disquieted by the group's actions, Draco sat in between Crabbe and Goyle. They were working in groups of three today, so he decided to simply sit back and let the other two do the work. He looked over at Harry again and noticed that he hadn't moved at all and that Granger was whispering in his ear while Weasley smashed beetles with much more force than was absolutely necessary.

"Harry looks really upset," Draco mused, "I don't get it. If what happened was just some weird accident, he shouldn't be upset, he should be happy that I pushed him away. Or maybe it's that he got in a fight with Boot because of me. That's probably it. He's upset because Boot got jealous and dumped him, stupid Boot. But no, that can't be it. After I chased that prick away he wasn't annoyed, he seemed... happy. Maybe he wasn't lying; maybe he doesn't hate me after all. Maybe he likes me. Maybe we could- No! Stop it right there! Don't start hoping again, Draco; it won't work out. Nothing works out. Just like you hoped that you could make Father proud and no matter what you did it wasn't enough, and you suffered because it wasn't enough. Just like when you started hoping Mother might actually love you, and then you hear her telling her friends how she despises you. Don't hope."

Draco argued with himself, "But this isn't like that; I know this is real. He said he liked me, he told me! And when I was crying, he was trying to help me, not embarrass me. Harry likes me. He does. I know it. He kissed me. Kissed me. He wouldn't do that if he didn't like me. And I could definitely tell that he liked the kiss. Harry likes me!"

Draco smiled and began humming to himself. This earned him an odd look from Goyle, but Draco just glared at the boy and told him to keep working. He kept thinking, "Harry likes me," over and over and was about to start drawing little hearts on his parchment when Snape walked to his desk.

"I understand that you must have had other, more pressing priorities than class this morning, but I am obliged to insist that you arrive on time in the future, Mr. Malfoy. This is the third class that you've been late to in the past few weeks. I am always willing to understand some of my students' problems and excuse their occasional lateness, but this is unacceptable. Your father would be most displeased if he were to discover that you had been lax in your class attendance. Please attempt to show up on time, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said softly and returned to the front of the classroom.

All thoughts of covering his parchment with hearts fled his mind at the mention of his father. "Ah ha, that's exactly why I shouldn't be hoping. Father might be displeased about schoolwork, but I would probably be disowned if not killed outright if he knew I had a crush on the fucking Boy Who Lived. Oh God, would he be livid. He might accept that I was gay as long as I married a nice pureblood girl and kept my men in the closet, but just imagine if he knew who..." Draco shuddered.

Just then, the cauldron in front of him exploded. Draco ducked under the table and narrowly avoided being splattered with an acid green liquid utterly unlike anything they were supposed to be brewing today. Crabbe was not so lucky, his robes were smoking and he was howling in pain.

Snape descended on them and pulled Crabbe to the side, "Stupid boy! I told you not to add the nettles before the scarab beetles! Go to the Hospital Wing and get yourself cleaned off. Potter, fifteen points from Gryffindor for making fun of a classmate's mistake, and you'll have go with him and carry his books."

Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors grumbled, and Harry reluctantly walked over to Crabbe, studiously avoiding Draco's eyes as he picked up the books. "Great," Draco thought in irritation, "there goes my chance to talk to him after class, and it would appear as though he wouldn't have talked to me anyway."

The two boys left the classroom, and Draco crawled out from underneath the table, being careful to avoid any droplets of the potion that were lying around. Snape scowled in frustration,

"Class is over; bottle your potions and leave while I fix this mess."

One by one, the class brought their potions up to Snape's desk, and left. Draco was staying behind in an effort to salvage his mark for this day's work. As Granger and Weasley passed his table he distinctly heard the Mudblood mutter, "Stupid, bloody, clueless, idiot boys."

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That afternoon, Draco watched as his favorite trio sat in the deserted courtyard. From his vantage point by a third floor window he could view them unobserved. He wasn't spying, honestly. He also wasn't practically stalking Harry. Draco had stayed away from the Great Hall during lunch in an effort to avoid the boy, but just because he was avoiding him didn't mean he couldn't watch him. And God, did he love watching Harry. Draco didn't think that anyone else could possibly be as beautiful and strong and wonderful and God he was going to make himself hurl if he kept thinking like a love-sick first year.

Weasley was attempting to write an essay, but it looked as though he wasn't having much luck based on the number of crumpled pieces of paper he had thrown at Harry's head. Harry was ignoring him and watching Granger demonstrate some wand movement. Draco was too far away to hear the incantation that went along with the swooping arc of Granger's wand, but suddenly several ropes shot out from the end of it and wrapped around Harry's wrists. Draco's eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"That definitely wasn't part of our Charms homework; why the hell is she teaching Harry how to conjure ropes?" he thought. "Oh my, maybe Blaise was right and those Gryffindors do get a little too touchy-feely and kinky in their dorms. If Granger is sleeping with Harry I don't know what I'll do... Oh fuck. Granger and Harry. God dammit, they probably are. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucking shit fuck! I am such an idiot! They're always hugging and sitting way too close to each other, and you know what, the Weasel is probably a part of it too. Just my luck. I am a fucking idiot. How could I have thought Harry liked me, he's obviously already part of a happy little threesome."

That stupid red-headed git laughed as Harry messed up his wrist movement and covered himself in ropes. That goddamn bushy-haired whore banished the ropes and showed Harry the proper way to cast the charm again. Draco got a decidedly bitter taste in his mouth, and he left his seat by the window in a very foul mood. On his way back to his common room he hexed two second years and reduced four first years to tears. And he didn't feel any better for it.

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Draco wandered the halls late at night. He hadn't gone to dinner, but his stomach was too full of nerves for him to be hungry. He had the feeling that he was being watched; however, when he looked around the halls were deserted and dark and he was entirely alone.

"I'm so paranoid," he began chiding himself before he was abruptly hauled into a classroom. He heard the door locked and he whirled around to see who had trapped him. "What the fuck?" he muttered as he looked around the empty classroom.

"Funis evincio," a voice said, and ropes immediately twined around Draco's wrists and fastened to the wall behind him. Draco twisted and tried to free himself, but the ropes were too tight. The same voice said, "Lumos," and the classroom filled with light.

"There, now you can't run away," Harry said as he took off his cloak and put it on the desk next to him. "Nifty little charm Hermione taught me," he explained as he gestured to the restraints on Draco.

Draco snarled, "What are you doing? Untie me right now! If you don't let me go I swear I'll-"

"Oh, go stuff yourself Malfoy. Don't make me gag you too," Harry snapped back and Draco closed his mouth.

Harry sat on a table and glared at the boy tied up in front of him. He sat in silence for a minute, and Draco began to shift uneasily but didn't try to say anything. He didn't want to be gagged, now did he?

Finally, Harry said something, but it wasn't exactly reassuring.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Malfoy? I don't get it. Were you dropped on the head as a baby and that's why you're so stupid? Or were you hit by one too many hexes for being an asshole? I just don't understand how anyone could be as idiotic and cruel as you.

First, you are endlessly rude to me, and whenever I try to be civil you blow me off or insult my parents. You're a prick to my best friends. You act like the most stuck-up little bastard that ever lived.

Then, you get jealous when I kiss Terry, chase him away, and kiss me yourself. And you at least seem to enjoy the kiss a lot. You tell me that you like me and that the whole 'I'm a fucking ass' bit was just so that I wouldn't know you liked me. Next thing I know you hate me again and you run away! What the fuck?!"

Harry started pacing back and force across the room as he shot venomous looks at Draco. Draco's mind was reeling and he couldn't seem to focus his thoughts.

"I just wish I knew why you're doing all this... I was pretty sure you might like me; Hermione told me she always saw you looking at me like you liked me, and even Ron admitted that you watched me whenever I wasn't looking. You also apparently spy on me in the shower. But then I got confused because when I tried to help you, you shoved me away. So when you pulled Terry away from me I figured that if you were jealous you must like me, and you kissed me. So there I am, finally completely happy with the situation between us, and all of a sudden you hate me again!

Well, fuck this Malfoy. Either you tell me what the hell you're playing at, screwing with me like this, or I'll leave you tied up here all night."

Harry crossed his arms and stared at Draco. Draco contemplated all that he had just heard and came to a startling conclusion,

"Wait, you really do like me?"

Harry's mouth dropped and he threw his arms up in frustration. "Why do I even bother? Ron was right; you are too stupid for me to waste my time on. I give up." Harry turned and started to walk to the door when Draco called out,

"No! Stop! First of all, you can't leave me tied up. Secondly, IlikeyoutooandI'msorryIwassostupidpleaseforgiveme."

Harry halted and spun around with a dazed look, "What did you say?"

Draco blushed and gritted his teeth. He squirmed uncomfortably under Harry's intense gaze and hissed, "You heard me; don't make me say it again."

"If you don't say it again I'll walk right out of this classroom," Harry threatened with a teasing grin. Draco fumed.

"Fine. I like you. I think you're sexy and perfect and I dream about you every night and I go weak in the knees when you smile and I can't stand not being near you and I-"

Harry grabbed the back of Draco's head and pulled him in for a fierce kiss. Draco melted into Harry's mouth and moaned eagerly. Harry deepened the kiss and Draco writhed helplessly against him. Their tongues caressed and explored each others' mouths. Draco wrapped a leg around Harry and pulled his body closer. Harry slid his hand underneath Draco's shirt and the shock of Harry's hand stroking his lower belly almost sent Draco over the edge.

"Untie me," he gasped out, "let me touch you, please. Oh God, Harry, please! I have to!"

The dark haired boy pulled away and grinned wickedly, "I don't think so. I kind of like having you tied up." Harry punctuated his next sentence with kisses along Draco's neck, "Completely *kiss* at *kiss* my *kiss* mercy." He ended by biting down fiercely on Draco's collarbone. Draco hissed and arched up, mindless with desire.

"Mine," Harry whispered and sucked hard enough to brand Draco with his mouth, "You're mine. And don't forget it."

Draco very much doubted that he would forget it when Harry was sucking on his neck like that and when their bodies were crushed together so tightly he could feel Harry's heart pounding against his ribs.

The sound of his pants being unzipped brought Draco back to reality. Here he was, bound to the wall and about to be ravished by the Boy Who Lived, his enemy and the bane of his existence for the past six years. It was time to stop this insanity.

Then Harry's hand closed around Draco's erection, and Draco decided that letting himself be ravished might not be such a bad idea after all. Harry stroked along Draco's length causing Draco to thrust helplessly against the other boy. The hand around him tightened and moved more quickly. Draco threw back his head, closed his eyes, and groaned. He was incapable of coherent thoughts; every drop of blood had abandoned his brain and was concentrated below his waist.

Harry used his free hand to pull Draco's head forward again and he fisted his hand in the silvery locks.

"Open your eyes, Draco; look at me," he commanded. Draco did as he was told and locked his eyes with the emerald ones. He moaned as he saw the pure lust darkening them. Harry leaned in and kissed him roughly, never breaking eye contact. It was too much for Draco, and he felt himself about to lose control.

"That's right, come for me, Draco. Now," Harry urged, and Draco came with a strangled cry. Harry thrust into Draco one last time and he came as well, moaning Draco's name.

The two boys collapsed against each other, panting and with the sheen of sweat coating their bodies. Harry pressed his lips lightly against Draco's in a tender, chaste kiss.

"That was unbelievable, Harry," Draco whispered and returned the kiss. Harry traced his hand along Draco's cheekbone.

"You are so incredibly gorgeous," Harry replied in a tone filled with wonder. "Promise me you won't pretend this never happened tomorrow."

Draco nodded, "This is real."

Eventually, the two boys got their breath back, and Harry banished the ropes holding Draco. They kissed again, and again, and again. The kisses were slow and leisurely but just as filled with the intense passion that had possessed them before. Harry sighed and looked at his watch.

"It late; we should go back to our dorms," he said softly and reluctantly extricated himself from Draco's arms. Draco pouted. Harry closed his eyes and whined, "Don't look at me like that. I'll give in and then we'll never get any sleep at all. It's already half past three; and we both have to be up before seven tomorrow..."

Draco put his mouth on the extremely sensitive he had discovered last night behind Harry's ear and sucked on it voraciously. He was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath and, "Ok, maybe a little longer..."

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Draco finally did get back to his dorm, but a faint tinge of pink was lining the sky when he tumbled into bed.

He woke up less than three hours later to the sounds of Goyle slamming the bathroom door and Crabbe slamming his trunk closed.

"Do those two ever stop banging things?" he wondered, but that couldn't stop the happy, drowsy smile that was spreading across his face. "What a wonderful dream. I've never had a dream that felt so real, and even now it's like I can feel the places were Harry kissed me. It's too bad nothing like that could ever really happen to me..."

Draco threw off his covers and opened the curtains of his bed. He climbed out and stretched slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of his dream. Blaise looked up from his seat on the edge of his bed and whistled.

"Somebody got thoroughly snogged last night. So who's the little slut, Malfoy?" he asked and walked over to Draco and examined his neck. "I can see at least four hickeys, but then again, you're still wearing your shirt so there could be more."

Draco gasped and his hands flew to his neck. He rushed to the mirror hanging on the wall and he lifted his head. His fingers traced over the four red marks decorating his pale neck, and he fell back and sat heavily on the closest bed.

"It happened. It wasn't a dream. It actually happened," he whispered softly.

Blaise laughed. "That good, huh? Well, tell me all about it at breakfast," he said and left the dorm.

Draco got up and went back to the mirror. His neck was indeed covered in hickeys from Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Last night had been real; Harry liked him and had tied him up in an empty classroom and they had kissed and done all sorts of naughty things and it wasn't just an exceptionally brilliant dream.

Goyle walked out of the bathroom, and Draco lunged at him. "Goyle, do you see any hickeys on my neck?" he asked.

Goyle frowned and his forehead creased in concentration, "Um... I think so... You have little red marks all over so I guess so..." he said slowly.

Draco laughed excitedly. "It's true! Oh I would hug you if you weren't such a great ugly blob, but it really happened!"

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