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Gone	By : Nightshade Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 3--What Is Going On?
Later, during the Great Feast, Harry was still fuming. *Who the hell does he think he is?* If Harry could have, he would have attempted to strangle Malfoy during dinner, but he suspected the teaching staff would not be pleased. As it was, he had to content himself by glaring across the hall at the gorgeous blonde.
"Harry? Are you okay?" He felt Hermione's soft hand on his arm. "Why are you frowning so?"
He jumped guiltily and quickly averted his luminous green eyes. "Nothing, "˜Mione. I was just thinking."
"Well it must be something troubling because you were glaring across the hall something fierce just now."
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Harry sighed, trying to appear like everything was indeed fine. "Leave it."
Hermione studied Harry thoughtfully for a minute before turning her gaze in the direction he'd been staring. There, in plain view, was Draco Malfoy with Pansy Parkinson draped all over him like a cheap suit. "God, I can't believe how slutty Pansy is. She's probably doing half of Slytherin House by now--besides Malfoy. You'd think she'd have a little dignity."
She didn't notice the clenching of Harry's jaw.
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"Draco, darling? What say you and I head back to your room now?" Pansy purred into her boyfriend's ear. Letting the tip of her tongue peek out, she gently licked his earlobe and was pleased to hear his soft intake of breath. "Come on, Draco," She insisted and let her manicured hand slide down under the table to cup his prominent bulge. "Let's go. I missed you over the holidays."
Draco turned to look at her appraisingly. "You can't tell me you got no one to scratch that itch for you, love. You were in France for the whole summer. There had to be TONS of hot guys for you to shag."
"There were a few. Some that even you would want to fuck, babe, but they weren't you." She softly kissed his neck, not caring if their classmates saw. It was no secret that she and Draco were an item, and a very hot and horny one at that. *Let them look if they want* She thought naughtily and continued to kiss her boyfriend's soft skin.
Draco closed his eyes as his very talented girlfriend stroked his erection through his Muggle jeans. He hoped Potter was still watching, as he knew the Gryffindor had been glaring at him all night. Potter's anger was proving to be strangely titillating and Draco was suddenly struck with the desire to fuck Pansy senseless on top of the table.
To ram into her willing body again and again while Potter watched.
A soft moan tore from his lips and Draco's eyes popped open. Immediately they locked on the green eyed gaze across the hall. He gasped as he saw the anger radiating off of the other teen. Potter looked mad enough to kill.
Draco had never been hornier in his entire life.
Running his tongue out to wet his dry lips, he stared back at his dark haired nemesis. His eye brow arched in a silent challenge, but a challenge of WHAT Draco wasn’t quite sure. The images ran through his mind before he could stop them. He saw himself grinding into Pansy while Potter egged him on. Then he saw himself touching —kissing him as though he were the air that Draco needed to breathe. Suddenly Pansy disappeared and it was just the two of them--Potter and him--just the way it always has and was meant to be. He saw himself in his mind's eye now fucking Harry on the —slowly, oh so slowly—as everyone watched them—
Draco shook his head irritably. Why was he thinking about this? Harry Potter was the bane of his existence, the gnat in his ear, the proverbial thorn in his bloody side.
How he hated that Lion.
On sensory overload from the unbidden images, Draco stood abruptly and half dragged Pansy out after him. He was now seriously horny, and come hell or high water, he was getting laid tonight. He didn't care if Death eaters attacked the school at that very moment or not, they could bloody well wait. As he hurried down the hall with Pansy, he wondered if he could convince her to get on all fours. He was suddenly in the mood for that particular position.
He'd deal with Potter later.
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Ron Weasley was rapidly working himself up into a frenzied state in the middle of the Gryffindor common room. His freckled face was turning an alarming shade of purple and despite the frequent attempts by his friends to calm him down, he continued to rant and rave. "I just knew that bastard was up to something! Now he's spying on us?!" He whirled around in mid-pace and glared at Harry. "You should have come back to get me so we could royally kick his miserable arse!"
"Ron, you knew nothing of the sort. You were too busy arguing with ‘Mione when I left the cabin." Harry immediately knew that this was the wrong thing to say when his friend goggled at him in amazement. "Look," Harry said quickly in a vain attempt to stop a fight, "All I know is that Malfoy was lurking around our compartment and I confronted him about it."
"What did he say?" Hermione wrung her hands nervously.
"Nothing. That's the whole problem." Harry sighed in frustration. "But it's obvious he's up to something. Never trust a Malfoy to be up to anything good, that's for sure. I swear, if I didn't have so many morals I would KILL him!"
"Can I help?" Ron asked hopefully.
Shooting the red-head a reproachful glare, Hermione tried to be the main voice of reason. "We have practically nothing to go on, so we can't report him. After all, standing outside someone's train compartment is hardly a crime. We're going to have to wait him out--and try to see if we can figure out what he's up to."
"That makes sense." Harry agreed and Ron reluctantly nodded after a moment. "Although it IS strange that he didn't come to harass us with his henchmen this time. Usually not a chance goes by without those three pricks trying to start trouble with us."
Harry was referring to Malfoy's extremely muscular henchmen, Victor Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Every year without fail, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle would come find the Gryffindor Trio on the ride back to school, and try to make their lives a living hell. Every year except this one. Hermione looked alarmed.
"You're right. I never even thought of that. What the hell is going on?"
Harry looked at his two friends and tried to ignore the dread in the pit of his stomach. If anything, the feeling had worsened since he had left the Hogwarts Express and was now clawing at his insides. "I wish I knew, 'Mione."
A/N: I realize the attraction seems fast, but I'm working under the assumption that the feelings are already there between Harry and Draco--they are just in deep, deep denial. Plus, don't tell me you guys have never loathed somebody before, but suddenly after summer vacation that person looks DAMN GOOD. That happened to me. There was this guy who I could not stand, but when the school year started, he just looked hot. I still couldn't stand him, mind you, but I couldn't deny that he had become really attractive. Made me dislike him even more. LOL! Anyway, trust me that the romance is going to develop at a normal pace between our boys. Lots of naughty and conflicted thoughts, but no action right now. Later though, I promise!
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