simple mistakes

I promise that I will return my toys to their rightfull owner J.K.Rowlling once I've finished playing with them.

*Authors note: Some may class this as gender bending, I class this as mistaken identity without correction... it happens, take it from me*

What Draco Malfoy wants, Draco Malfoy gets. It had always been the same. When he was three, Draco had screamed and screamed in a crowded shop until his nanny had given in into buying him a multicoloured toy dragon that was enchanted to hover around its owners head. When he had been seven years old, Draco had wanted a potions kit, which mostly just made loud bangs, but Draco had wanted it, so he had held his breath until he was promised the kit the next time that his parents went to Diagon Alley. It seemed Draco would never grow out of this, as when he just had to be on the quiddich team in his second year, he had bought his way in with a set of Nimbus two thousand and ones for the whole team. And right now, Draco wanted Harry Potter.

The day after Draco had discovered the truth about Harry Potter, and his feelings for her (the idea of which he found very odd), that Harry was late for a potions lesson. Snape was being his usual surly self, parading around the dungeon.
“After yesterdays’ debacle, I have decided to set a two foot essay on the importance of adding the right ingredients to a potion, and the ill affects that it can have. I am also deducting 10 points from Gryffindor for the absence of our resident celebrity, Mr. Harry Potter.” At the mention of this Draco twinged. He still couldn’t believe that he was attracted to a person that the whole wizarding world, with the exception of himself and Longbottom, thought of as male.

Suddenly a gorgeous slender young woman with short dark hair swept into the classroom. Giving a small smile towards the gaping faces of the students, she took a seat next to Neville, awaiting the coming lesson.
“May I help you? It appears that you are in the wrong classroom” drawled the professor, not looking particularly amused.
“I doubt it very much sir, I’m sorry for being slightly late but I had a meeting with Professor Dumbledore. It seems that I was issued with a boys’ uniform by mistake and that it is unacceptable for a girl to wear it.”
“Potter? What by Merlins’ beard is going on?”
“As I said Sir, there was a mix up concerning my uniform. Personally I think it’s rather sexist, not letting girls wear trousers in school, and you think someone would have liked to mention this particular rule to me before now.” Snape just stared blankly at Harry, for once totally lost for words.
“I believe you said something about homework Professor?” encouraged Harry, trying not to laugh at the confused look on the Potions Masters face.
“Err, yes well…” Snape shook himself and carried on with the lesson, glancing now and again at Harry surreptitiously.

It was not only Professor Snape that was giving Harry extra attention. There were whispers of “how didn’t we realise?” “You’d think one of us would have noticed we were sharing a room with a girl” “I always said he was a bit feminine” and “Imagine those legs riding your broom.” Through all the interest there was one member of the class who was paying particular attention to Harry. Draco could not peel his frosty blur eyes from the hand that lay absentmindedly on a stocking clad thigh, which from time to time fidgeted with the shorter-than-regulation hem line. Oh how Draco wished that he could slide his hand up those shapely legs, under that skirt that clung to her subtle curves and to feel her core, wet only for him. He would pleasure her much more than that oaf Longbottom could. He would make her scream his name over and over again, just because the sound of it on her sweet lips was satisfaction enough to make him climax in his boxers like some stupid kid.

A pink tongue snaked from Harrys mouth and slid across her top lip, eyes fluttering closed momentarily as if she was thinking of something nice like sucking on a lollipop. Draco had other things in mind that Harry could suck on. He imagined her with her soft pout around the tip of his member, licking and sucking it, slowly taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. He could almost feel the wetness of her mouth on him, her grip on his arse as she pulled him closer and the softness of her breasts pressing against his thighs.
“I have got to start thinking of something else” Draco thought, realising that if he carried on like this, he would be harder than if he had drunk Tibi Amor.

The lesson finished, and the sight of Harry bending over to pick up her bag was too much. Draco made a speedy exit from the class to go relieve himself of the tension in his groin somewhere a little more private.

Draco wanted, no, needed Harry Potter, and what Draco Malfoy wants, Draco Malfoy gets.


*Review please, English sint my first language, how am I doing?