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Manners	By : LucyScarpetta2003 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Manners
Author: VirginSuicide
Rating: R Just to be sure
Summary: Draco�s feelings on Harry. Romance� This is SLASH! You have been warned; so if this doesn�t sit with you, don�t bother reading it, then getting insulted and leaving a flame� I�ll save your time for you� THIS IS SLASH!!!!
Disclaimer: It�s terribly obvious that I don�t own any thing, hence the title �Fan Fiction�� I�m just a fan! *Pouts*

Chapter 2: Fantasies

He paced back and forth in his room, berating himself on his stupidity. Really! The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy-Me, his bed-buddy Weasel and their pet mudblood! What was he thinking!? Scrap that, it�s obvious he wasn�t! He stopped pacing when one of his dorm mates stirred. The peacefully slumbering dorm mate rolled over and continued to sleep and Draco started his pacing again with renewed vigor. He continued reliving the moment in his head until dawn, where he sunk into his bed in exhaustion. It didn�t take long for sleep to wrap its tentacles around the troubled teen.
He had just had a grueling Quidditch training session. The Slytherin locker rooms were empty when he got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat down on the bench and rubbed his aching muscles with a grimace. He closed his eyes and moaned as soft hands massaged his naked shoulders and a warm mouth left feather-light kisses along his neck. A tongue danced across his skin, lapping up the water droplets left from his shower. His breath caught in his throat as he stood quickly and turned around to face the intruder.
His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped as he looked into the face of his obsession. Harry smiled slightly at the look of surprise and disbelief on Draco�s face before closing the gap between them. Bringing their lips together, it took Draco a nt tnt to get over his shock before wrapping his arms around Harry�s waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Lips parted and tongues clashed, dueling for dominance. Draco�s heart beat wildly and his pulse quickened. If this was a dream, let him never wake up. Please let him never wake up!
He pulled at Harry�s clothes desperately, fumbling over the buttons. He whimpered into Harry�s mouth, as the buttons refused to come undone, no matter how hard he tried. Harry chuckled and stepped back as Draco whimpered again at the loss of contact he so desperately needed. Harry undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one, agonizingly slow. He let the shirt fall away revealing the well-toned chest and washboard stomach, before stepping back into the embrace. The honey colored skin pressed against his chest as their mouths met again, this time less needy and more passionately.
Tongues danced together as hands trailed across each other�s smooth skin, exploring and caressing their lovers� bodies. Harry trailed kisses along Draco�s jaw and Draco moaned, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Harry kissed, licked, sucked and bit his way down Draco�s neck, just like he had fantasized doing to Harry so many times. He continued down his chest, stopping to pay special attention to his nipples. He licked, sucked and lightly bit one, as he tweaked the other, until the little nubs were hard, before moving on.
He made his way down, stopping to thrust his tongue into his belly button before continuing down, following the small trail of hairs to the edge of the towel. On his knees now, he pulled back and ran his fingers lightly across Draco�s stomach, curling them around the edge of the towel. Draco groaned wantonly, desperately, as he looked down into the sparkling emerald green eyes filled with desire and love.
Never breaking eye contact, Harry gently removed the towel, letting it fall away to reveal Draco�s hard, twitching member, drops of pre-cum dripping down the long shaft. Harry�s eyes traveled down Draco�s body, resting on the quivering penis inches from his mouth. Slowly moving forward, lips parting, his soft pink tongue danced forwards to wet his lips before disappearing back into the hot, wet mouth that was mere centimeters from where Draco desired it most at this point in time. Draco�s breathing had stopped as he stared fixedly at Harry, nearly cumming from the erotic site. Harry lowered his mouth closer until---
�Draco, wake up! It�s a Hogsmeade weekend, hurry up and get ready!� said Blaise, one of his roommates. Draco�s eyes snapped open and he bit back a groan. Glaring daggers at the smiling face hovering above his, he reached under his pillow with lightning speed and pulled out his wand, pointing it straight at Blaise�s heart.
�I�ll give you three seconds to disappear entirely from my view Zambini, before I show you all the new curses my father taught me over the Christmas holidays,� he whispered dangerously. Blaise straightened up from being previously bent over Draco and smiled brightly, his brown eyes twinkling in amusement.

�Sweet dreams, Draco?� he asked suggestively, his smile turning into a smirk, �I didn�t interrupt did I?�
Draco growled then flopped back into his pillows with a moan. Blaise was the only person who knew of his obsession with Harry and he was always lightly teasing Draco about it, when it was relatively safe to do so, and never pushing the boundaries. He had learnt his lesson when he had teased Draco after one of his encounters with Harry and the weasel and mudblood. Draco was in a rotten mood and he really did know some dark curses from his father that he wasn�t afraid of using.
However, he was one of the only people Draco could tolerate and would possibly even go as far as call him a friend, on a good day. Blaise sympathized with the man and stopped his teasings, although he still wanted Draco to hurry up, aroused or not.
�Ya know, Harry�s going to be in Hogsmeade today,� he started conversationally, �it would be awful if he saw you like this, all half dead with bags under your eyes eve every thing.�

Draco glared before getting out of bed and stalking off to the bathroom, very aware of his aroused state and Blaise�s snickering.
There were no taps in magical showers, the water set itself to the temperature you wanted it, well, magically. Draco set the temperature hot as he got under the spray and let the water pressure massage his muscles, relaxing him immediately. The water cascading down his body, reminded him of his dream and he groaned. Running his hands down his body, he closed his eyes and let dreams and fantasies of Harry assault his mind as he pumped his erection, bringing himself over the edge quickly.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for his labored breathing to even out. His obsession was getting worse he decided. It was consuming his life and taking over. He only had a few months left until they graduated too, he would not get to see Harry every day after that. Maybe he should swallow his pride and ask Blaise for help he thought as he finished up in the shower and stepped out.
Forty-five minutes later saw Draco, Blaise, Vincent and Gregory tracking down to Hogsmeade, talking happily amongst themselves. They decided to have a butterbeer first, to warm themselves up, before browsing through the other shops. As they were leaving, they ran into the Wonder Trio themselves who were coming through the door.
Draco�s heart jumped into his throat and his breathing quickened as he looked upon Harry. Polite conversation Draco! his mind practically pleaded, Use your manners, say sorry for bumping into them!
�Watch where your going four-eyes,� he snarled, �It wouldn�t do to have Dumbledore�s Golden Boy defeated by a door.�

He inwardly groaned as Vince and Greg guffawed and Blaise snickered but for an entirely different reason. Blaise was the only one who knew he was currently berating himself on the inside.
Harry didn�t even show he had heard the insult, which only angered him more. He craved any attention given to him from Harry, he couldn�t start ignoring him, he wouldn�t let him! Weasley jumped to his defense, as he knew he would.
�Shut up Ferret,� he yelled fiercely, his face already turning red, �Harry could take you on any day!�

Draco tried to ignore the arousing thoughts that entered his mind with that comment and instead narrowed his eyes, jealously, at the hand Harry had placed on Weasleys� arm to placate him.

�Leave it, Ron,� Harry said quietly, �he�s not worth it.�
Anger and despair raged through him uncontrollably and his facial mask slightly cracked in the onslaught of emotions tearing at his insides. The words echoed in his mind continuously as he noticed that they were about to go around him through the door. He stepped in their way, halting their progress. He was not going to be pushed aside!
Blaise looked at Draco in sympathy. He had seen the emotions run across his friends face briefly when his mask slipped. He would hate to see the eternal battle he was no doubt having, trying to keep his emotions in check for Draco could always control his emotions outwardly.
�What are you doing entering a shop Weasel,� Draco snarled viciously, �checking the ground for dropped Sickles?�

Harry and Hermione grabbed a hold of Ron before he lunged at Draco. His face and neck had flushed an unbecoming red and he was grinding his teeth in anger.

�Leave it, Ron,� Hermione hissed glaring at Draco. But Draco hadn�t finished yet.
�I�ll give you a galleon, Weasel, to get on your hands and knees and kiss my feet,� he smirked, pulling a Galleon out of his pocket and waving it in the lividly angry boys face. �Don�t worry, I have plenty more, unlike you, who wouldn�t even get a Galleon if you sold your house,� he taunted. Inwardly, he was cursing himself seven ways from Sunday and mentally kissing his chance with Harry good-bye.
Harry glared angrily. The Burrow was like a home to him and the Weasley�s, his family.

�You would think,� Harry said quietly, with controlled rage, �that with all this money you gloat about having, you would ask you father to get you Quidditch lessons. You could start the first lesson off by getting your instructor to show you what a snitch is, I don�t think you have ever seen one up close.� And with that he shoved past, entering the Three Broomsticks, Granger and Weasley not far behind him.
Draco stood there for a minute, looking at the place where Harry had been standing before turning to face Blaise. The emotions showing on his usually calm and collected friends face made Blaise flinch. The lost, broken-hearted, desperate and hurt look sent his way made him inwardly curse Harry for putting his friend through this. He knew it was unjust. He also knew he would never say it out loud in front of Draco. He wasn�t stupid.
�I can�t take it any more,� Draco started desperately, �you�ve got to help me.�
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