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Smut for Beginners	By : meleighme Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco was rather annoyed. He�d been walking down the corridors when that Weasley girl rushed by and openly pointed and laughed at him.
She�d laughed at him! And he was wearing his best robe! Not for any particular reason, but just because he felt like brightening everyone�s day by gracing them with his beautiful presence.
Or because Draco had forgotten to order the house elves to wash his clothes.
In either case, he did look smashing and it was not right for anyone, much less that poverty stricken, red-headed abomination on the wizard�s name, to giggle. So now, he was storming down the hall and knocking first years out of the way and doing a fair impression of Snape.
His father was all well and good when it came to appearances, but Snape had mastered the intimidating walk. The only drawback was that he had to glower in order to achieve the full effect, and that limited his vision somewhat, what with looking down and furrowing his brow. Oh well. Sacrifices.
That still didn�t give Crabbe the excuse to intentionally walk into him and ruin his stride. �Crabbe! What do you think you�re doing?�

When Draco looked up he encountered the two very bewildered, trollish lumps of men that were Crabbe and Goyle. No surprises there. But what was actually interesting was the fact that Harry Potter was about fifteen feet behind them, standing in the middle of the corridor, and looking at the ceiling. Crabbe held up a notebook and Potter made a strange movement like he was forcing himself not to run. Draco narrowed his eyes.
�Er, Draco,� Crabbe nudged him. �We think that this might be yours.�
Draco snatched the ugly, grey notebook and sneered disdainfully. �A notebook? Why would I have a muggle notebook? Hmm?�

�Well,� Goyle said. �If you don�t want it, I was thinking�er, Vincent and I were thinking that maybe, we could take it. And, uh, read it. In the dorms.�
�What, right now?� Draco tapped the notebook against his leg. �Why? What�s in it?�
Crabbe shot Goyle a nasty look. �Nothing that we would be interested in.�
Draco, however, had stopped listening to the lumbering idiots, and had instead focused on Potter�s odd behavior. The stupid boy kept swaying as if he were debating on whether or not he should move closer or run in the other direction. Draco suddenly snapped back to what Crabbe was saying when he caught one word.
�Did you just say fantasies?� Draco glared down at the notebook. �There�s someone�s fantasies in this book?�

Crabbe glanced away and Goyle nodded enthusiastically. �There not well-written, if you care. But they are all about you.�

Crabbe looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it when Goyle elbowed him in the side. �Yeah,� Crabbe eventually agreed. �Not wonderful, but really hot. Not that we read it.�

�And if you could just give it back when you�re done�� Goyle trailed off when he saw the wild look in Draco�s eyes.
�Crabbe, Goyle,� Draco said softly. �Leave. I have to deal with this.� They nodded and walked away. Potter was edging backwards down the hall and Draco spun around and began to stalk back to the Slytherin dungeons.
After a few minutes of listening to Potter trying to be sneaky behind him, Draco abruptly stopped and hid himself between a pillar and a wall. Predictably, Potter rounded the corner and Draco had the sudden urge to stick out his foot and trip him. He didn�t, because that was childish and immature and unbecoming of a Malfoy.
He grabbed Potter�s robes instead.
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Harry was rushing along, regretting not going back for his cloak when the unthinkable happened and he lost sight of Draco Malfoy.

How could that happen? The boy was wearing a black robe with green embroidery on it for Merlin�s sake, and it was only a Wednesday. The thoughts only lasted for a few seconds, before everything tilted and Harry was unceremoniously yanked backwards as he rounded a corner. He fell into a heap on the floor, and when he looked up Draco was staring down at him.
�Potter.� His name had never sounded so dirty. He could imagine those lips doing hundreds of other things and Harry stifled that train of thought, and tried to focus on what Draco was actually saying. �What are you doing?�
Harry was at a loss. There was no way to explain this without looking like a complete nutter. �Er, I was�� His gaze flickered to the notebook before traveling back to Draco�s face. Oh, that was a mistake because Draco was now looking at the notebook as well.
�Oh, so it has to do with this, does it? Is it�yours?�
�No!� Harry said immediately. �It�s not mine. It�s�it�s Hermoine�s.�
�It�s Granger�s.� Draco flipped open the book and his eyes widened. �Somehow, I remain unconvinced.�
�It�s Ron�s?� Harry mentally slapped himself. There was no way Ron would forgive him for that.
Draco, for his part, only smirked. �Although I understand why someone that is so destitute would idolize someone so enchanting as me, I highly doubt that Weasley�s of any sort would be able to write coherently.� There was a pause as Draco looked over the page. �Or that Weasley�s possess seven-inch cocks. I would guess, perhaps, three. At the most.�

�Hey now! Leave off of Ron.� Harry stood up and reached for the notebook. �This isn�t yours, you should give it back.�
Raising his eyebrows, Draco pulled the notebook out of reach. �Oh, so it is yours, then. And what sort of things does the great Harry Potter fantasize about?�

�It�s not mine! I don�t know whose it is, I was just trying to get it back for�� Harry stopped talking and he dropped his hands. �Why do you want it anyway?�

�Oh I don�t know,� Draco said loftily. �Light reading. Maybe I�ll make hundreds of copies and post it all over the place. Maybe I�ll study it and use it for pointers. Maybe I�ll do spells on it and try and find out who it belongs to. Maybe I�ll give it to Snape and say I feel threatened. Maybe you should just go back to the other stupid Gryffindors and leave me the hell alone so that I can just finish this day in peace.�
Harry shifted uncomfortably. �So, are you going to give me the notebook?�

At that moment a rather flushed Hermoine came running through the halls. �Oh Harry, there you are, I wanted to say that I�m�� She stopped and glanced at the notebook and then at Draco. �Oh, so does he know about you then?�
Harry glared. �For someone who keeps secrets, Hermoine, you�re not particularly good, you know that?�

Hermoine looked abashed. �Well, I might have mentioned to Ron that it wasn�t Crabbe who wrote it. And he figured that Crabbe couldn�t write like that anyway, once he saw the Potions assignment--�
�You what?� Harry put his face in his hands. �Who else knows?�

�Seamus was outside the door, and he was listening the little pervert, and I think he might have told Dean, who ran into Lavender and��
Harry began to shake and he stared up at Draco who was breathing rapidly in the corner.
Draco clutched the notebook so hard that it was almost bent in half. �I�m going to my room.� He ran one hand through his hair in an obvious attempt to compose himself, but only managed to look even more rakish than normal. �I�m going to go to my room, and I�m going to burn this notebook.�

As Draco turned away, Hermoine muttered, �He really should read it first, you know. It�s not all that bad.�
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