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An Unhealthy Obsession by qumabh
Rated PG-13 for kissing boys and sexual reference
Warnings: PWP, fluff
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. I make no money from playing with them.
“Will you stop it, Harry.” Hermione hissed at him from across the table in the library. “He has Charms right now, so he’s not going anywhere. Get your eyes off that map and focus on studying.”
Harry reluctantly tapped the map with his wand. “Mischief Managed.”
Hermione gave him a patronising glare.
“What? He’s got to be up to something,Hermione; he has been following me ever since school started up again and I don’t even know why he’s here when he knows everybody hates him.”
“Well, I don’t know, Harry,” she said sarcastically. “Maybe he wants to finish his education, like the rest of us?”
“I dunno, mate." Ron piped in, “I think he wants to finish You-Know-Who’s job by offing you. Keep on watching your back.”
“Yeah, Hermione, what if he is trying to kill me? I can’t study at a time like this. Charms is almost over and then he has a free period; I’d better see where he gets off to. What if he’s up to something in the Room of Requirement again? I have to find out what he's doing here. I'll see you guys later.”
He stuffed his books and quill into his satchel and left the library without a backward glance.
Ron and Hermione shared a concerned look.
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As Draco rounded the corner, Harry grabbed him by the shirt front and pushed him up against the wall. “What are you doing here, Malfoy?” he demanded.
“I’m trying to get to my common room, Potter,” he sneered. “Let go of me, you ponce.”
Harry eyed him suspiciously. “You’re not going to follow me again are you? It’s getting old.”
“As if I care to follow you, Potty. You’re the one who’s always popping up out of nowhere to push me up against walls. I’m starting to think you get off on it.”
Harry let go of his hold. “Shut your mouth, Malfoy.”
“What? I’m only making an observation. There’s no need to be offended.” He brushed his shoulders with a flick of each hand and straightened his shirt. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, irritated.
Harry moved to let him pass, watching the blond retreat. His heart raced as his pulse pounded in his temples.
He shuffled back to his hiding place behind the humpbacked witch and stared down at the Marauder’s Map. He watched the dot marked, Draco Malfoy, taking the stairs to the fifth floor corridor. Harry shoved the map back into his robe pocket and took a shortcut up a staircase that was pretending to be a wall. Once he got to the fifth floor, he hid behind the statue of Boris the Bewildered. He peeked out from his hiding place in time to see Draco open the door of the Prefects’ bathroom. He waited twenty minutes before realising he had missed half of class, but it couldn’t be helped. Maybe Draco was brewing a dangerous or illegal potion in there. He had to find out.
He stood before the bathroom door and muttered, “Vesuvius.” The door swung open. Draco wasn’t in the bathtub, so Harry peeked around the corner to the showers.”
“I knew it!” Draco exclaimed. “You are following me. Spill it, Potter, what do you want? I know for a fact that you have class with Professor Binns right now.”
“How would you know what class I have right now if you haven’t been following me?” he challenged.
“You know, Potter--” Draco ignored his question with a wave of his hand, “--I think you have an unhealthy obsession with me.”
“The only unhealthy thing about my obsession is you,” he retorted, before thinking the words through.
Draco smirked. “So, you do admit you have an obsession with me and that it’s unhealthy. Why don’t you sit down and tell me all about it?” He straddled a changing bench and gestured to Harry to take a seat.
Harry sat down, his face red with embarrassment.
“What I want to know,” Draco began, “is how is it that you always know where I am, even when I deliberately tell you I’m somewhere else? You’re following me aren’t you? In that bloody invisibility cloak, admit it.”
“No,” Harry said angrily. “I don’t even have my cloak on me right now.”
“Oh,” Draco drawled, “you aren’t following me in it today, but you do admit to having followed me in it before?” He scooted closer to Harry on the bench.
Harry didn’t answer. He looked down at his hands.
Draco cocked his head and studied Harry's quiet posture. “I’ll take silence as a yes then?”
Harry glared at him. Glared at his pale grey eyes, his high cheekbones, at his pointy nose and chin. Oh God-- he caught himself checking out Draco Malfoy. He quickly glanced back down at his hands.
“You know, Potter, I haven’t seen you this quiet in-- ever actually. There’s gotta be something going on in that thick skull of yours. You can tell me what it is, or maybe I’ll just take a little look; Legilimens.”
“No.” Harry called as his dreams spread to the forefront of his mind. “Finite Incantatum,” he shouted, but too late to keep Draco seeing what Harry had meant to keep hidden.
“So that’s it then,” Draco stated with a smile of satisfaction. “You fancy me.”
“In your dreams, Malfoy.” Harry growled. His anger manifested itself in red sparks sprinkling all about his head.
Draco looked a little awestruck at the display, but he quickly whispered, “Well, we know they’re in yours.”
Harry threw his leg over the bench to face Draco. He pointed his wand square into Draco’s chest. Draco let out a scared whimper of shock, staring down at the wand tip.
Harry removed it quickly, grabbing Draco by the shoulders and pulling him into a smashed kiss. Well, it started out smashed, until Draco tilted his head slightly and draped his arms around Harry, pulling him closer and teasing his lips and the upper plate of his mouth with his tongue.
Harry nearly forgot how to breathe. His magic tingled through him in reverberating waves of pleasant shocks. It must have been rubbing off on Draco too, for he was keening with pleasure and increasing the depth of their kissing, as if Harry’s mouth was the only thing that could quench an insatiable thirst.
When they broke apart, it was to meet each others dazed eyes. Draco blinked a few times, letting reality settle over him.
Harry looked horrified and scrambled to back away from Draco, but over-judged the length of the bench and landed on his back on the floor.
Draco laughed, relieved to break the silence. “Oh, Potter, your grace never ceases to amaze me.” He stood up and walked over to give Harry a hand up.
Harry took it, smiling, as he was pulled to his feet, an inch away from Draco’s mouth. Draco’s breath was hot and came in short, sweet smelling puffs, fogging Harry’s glasses.
“Malfoy, you just snogged me,” Harry stated, bewildered.
“Yes I did,” Draco acknowledged, “and you just took my hand.”
Harry let his eyes trail up to meet the taller boy’s stare. “What does that mean?”
Draco smirked. “It means that you may call me Draco.”
Harry's eyes widened. “Yeah...okay...Draco.” His name didn’t feel as foreign on his lips as he thought it would. He reached up with his right hand and pulled Draco’s head down into another kiss, this one, more tender than the first. Their lips brushed, their tongues flicked lightly, teasing teeth and gums. Draco circled Harry’s smaller frame with his arms and pulled him closer, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Their tongues danced and played and Harry could distinctly feel a hard erection pressing into his groin. He leaned into it, eliciting a groan from above. Draco hummed into Harry’s mouth.
They pulled apart again gazing deeply into each others eyes. “Harry?” Draco whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“Your friends are staring at us.”
Harry turned, not letting go of Draco’s arms and saw that yes, indeed, Hermione and Ron were in the doorway staring. Ron threw a hand over his face and stumbled out backwards and Hermione smirked. “Next time, Harry, use the bolt.” She tapped the bolt with a finger and let the door thud shut behind her.
Harry stared at the closed door until Draco’s hand on his elbow reminded him where he was and what he was doing. “Er... that was awkward.”
“Think so?” Draco asked, smiling. He flicked his wand at the bolt and shut it. Harry gave a half-smile as Draco shrugged. “I’ll admit it, she does have good ideas.” He pulled Harry back into another searing kiss, before guiding him softly to the floor.
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An hour later, Harry climbed through the portrait hole of Gryffindor tower. Ron looked up from a game of chess against Seamus and scowled. Hermione looked over her book from where she was curled up in a comfy chair with Crookshanks and smiled. “What'd I miss?” Seamus asked, looking between the two of them until Harry landed himself in an overstuffed chair.
“Oi, Harry. You look like you’ve been shagged from here to yesterday,” Seamus crowed.
Harry smiled, resting his arms on his stomach and stretching out his legs, leaning back in the chair.
“Aye, that I have.”
~end~