you've got it bad

As DADA started, Malfoy found himself looking over at Potter. This made him blush, 'why must I find myself attracted to Potter?' he wondered. 'How will I ever get through this year, if we're in all the same classes?' Professor Quill saw that Draco was not paying attention to the lesson and asked him if he could come back at the end of the day so he could learn the lesson again.

Harry was trying not to laugh at the sight of his silver dragon getting into trouble the first day of class. 'Damn, he looks so good when he's blushing.' Harry thought. The bell rang and both boys headed to potions.

The door slammed open as Professor Snape gracefully floated in. "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the suttle science and exact art that is potion making... however for those select few who posses the predisposition I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. Then again maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in a position so comfortable to not pay attention. Mr. Wheasly!" Professor Snape said. "Can you tell me what I would get if I added wormwood to an infusion of grey bark?"

Ron shook his head.

"You don't know? How about if I mixed dung beetles with vampire fang?"

(A/N: I know they are not real I just made some thing up okay so don't like freak out.)

Ron shook his head again.

"Still don't know. Well Mr. Potter how nice to see you in class on time.” said Snape as he continued to teach the lesson.

As Snape continued the lesson, Draco found himself writing a letter to Potter. As he signed the letter, Snape came up behind him and grabbed it. He didn't read it out loud to the class, but he gave Draco a sly look as he looked over it.

"So Mr. Malfoy, you would rather write silly love letter in class then learn anything. I want a five page report on what potions you can use to stop death." he said as he gave Draco back the letter.

Harry was laughing as he walked out of the class. ‘How can Malfoy sit in class and not listen? I wonder who the letter was for?’ Harry sighed. Walking into free period, Draco sat away from Potter so he could get started on the report. ‘Damn, Snape is such an arse. How could he read my letter like that? But, I'm glad that he didn't read it out loud to the class.’ Draco thought.

As he worked, Harry got up the nerve and walked over to Draco. "So, what's going on?" Harry asked as he sat on the desk.

"Nothing, just reading up on potions so I can do the stupid report." Malfoy replied. As Potter watched him, he got a very good idea. ‘Why not show Draco how I feel.’

Harry spoke "May I ask you a question, Malfoy?"

"Sure, but I don't know if I could give you an answer." He answered. As Draco looked up, Harry leaned in close and gave Malfoy a deep kiss.

Draco sighed into the kiss and opened his mouth as Harry slid his tongue inside. Their tongues dueled and Harry moaned into Malfoy’s mouth as he ran his fingers through Draco’s hair. Harry pulled away.

“Why did you stop?” he asked.

“If I didn’t stop, then I would have taken you right here.” Potter answered as he tried to catch his breath.

“Oh.” Draco sighed. ‘I cannot believe what just happened. Does this mean that he likes me?’ Draco’s thoughts raced in his head as he heard the bell ring. The rest of the day went by fast. As Harry walked into the room he saw a letter sitting on his bed. He picked it up and opened it. He began to read it.

‘Dear Harry love,

So many thoughts run through my head when I look at your eyes. My feelings for you are like that of a hot summers day and all I want to do is feel your lips as they touch mine.
My heart skips a beat every time I hear you speak and I want nothing more then to share a bed with you. At night my dreams are of how you will make love to me.

Love, Draco’

Harry sighed, and smiled, he plopped on his bed. Draco did return his feelings. Harry hurriedly set out candles and lit them and set out chocolate and roses and made their beds into one big one and stripped to nothing and putting lube on the table by the bed he sprinkled rose peddles over the bed and went to run his water for his shower. He turned it on and stepped into it. He sighed as it relaxed his tense muscles and washed his hair and his body before quickly rinsing off and turning the water of using a quick drying spell and he went and laid on the bed and put some of the rose petals on his stomach and laid back to wait.


A/N: short chapter I know but review to find out what happens.