Make Me A Match

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Harry got back to his room that night a collapsed onto his bed. He muttered a quick Silencing Spell and began to stroke himself. The image of Malfoy fucking Michael was engrained in his brain. He saw Draco's lips enveloping his cock and sucking on it. Harry gasped and stroked faster.

Draco's pale hands appeared, skimming over Harry's skin. Harry moaned at the imagined touch. He brought himself to a climax and lay in bed, breathing heavily. This was all wrong. Malfoy shouldn't do this to me. It's Seamus' doing. He'd put some sort of spell on me. Yeah, that's it. All his fault... and Harry fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, Seamus woke earlier than normal and slipped quietly out before Harry could awake and incur his wrath even more. At breakfast, Harry glowered at Seamus. Seamus carefully avoided his gaze and practically ran from the room for his first class.

Harry found that his gaze was straying to the Slytherin table more than was normal. Ron also noticed and slid down in his seat guiltily. Draco was sitting with Blaise and talking in hushed voiced, no doubt reliving the events of the previous night. Draco glanced at Harry once and smirked at him.

Harry was confused and also left the Hall early. That morning in Potions Harry was, for once, not partnered with Draco, but with Seamus, which, in this case, Harry might have preferred being paired with Draco. Seamus opened his mouth several times to apologize to Harry but couldn't seem to find any words that were appropriate for the situation.

Harry kept watching Draco; the way he sat, so straight and proper, the way his hair was perfectly styled, not a hair out of place. Also, the white blond color of the hair was intoxicating to Harry. At one point Draco walked past Harry and Harry caught a whiff of strawberries and cinnamon.

"Potter, what is the answer?" Snape was leering down at Harry over his cauldron. Harry stuttered, not having paid attention. In front of him, Draco snickered, and Harry felt a jump in his stomach. Snape gloated as Harry failed to find an answer. "Twenty points, Potter, for lack of attention." He swooped away and Harry glared after him.

"Evil git," Ron muttered as they left an hour later. Harry nodded along, his eyes on Draco's retreating back. Seamus noticed his eye line and grinned as well, but quickly stopped when Harry narrowed his eyes at him. Seamus hurried away.

"He was only trying to help," Ron said.

Harry turned to him, a surprised look on his face. "I don't believe you, aren't you upset that it was Malfoy?" he asked incredulously.

Ron shrugged and trudged up the stairs after Harry. "Not really, I mean he's not completely evil anymore I suppose."

Harry stared after him, taken aback. If Ron was accepting him, then maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. That still didn't let Seamus off the hook though.

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Draco watched as Harry passed through the entrance hall and up the staircase. Triumph! He knew Harry had been watching him all day. This pleased him immensely. He and Blaise walked to their next class, discussing the prospects.

"You really think you can get Potter?" Blaise asked.

Draco shot him a malevolent glance. "I've already got him, now it's all a matter of playing it right."

Blaise shrugged and went into the classroom. Yes, that was it, all a matter of time.

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Harry was still angry with Seamus after three days. He refused to listen to his apologies. He was furious that he couldn't get Draco out of his head. He was positive that is was Seamus' fault, but deep down, there was a sinking feeling that magic had nothing to do with it.

He found himself drawn to watching Draco constantly. Draco would always catch him at it and an evil grin would spread across his face. It was unnerving to Harry. The fourth time this happened on Friday, Draco spoke to Harry.

"See something you like, Potter?" Draco raised an eyebrow suggestively. Harry blushed and turned away. Draco glanced around them. They were alone in a corridor, everyone else having gone down to dinner. Draco moved closer to Harry and Harry breathed in his unmistakable scent. He was now inches from him.

Silver eyes bored into bright emerald green ones. Harry looked nervous and this made Draco smirk and lick his lip. Harry's eye followed the tongues progress. Draco leaned in to Harry's neck until his lips were centimeters from Harry's ear.

"It's okay. I mean, I am the hottest guy in this entire school." His warm breath washed over Harry's ear and Harry gave an involuntary shiver. Draco started to pull bac, then thought better of it and leaned in again and licked Harry's neck. Harry closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath. When he opened his eyes, Draco was gone.

He reached up to touch the spot and looked in the direction Draco must have gone. He walked slowly to the Great Hall, in a daze. When he got to Gryffindor table, Ron looked at him curiously.

"You okay, mate?"

Harry nodded, not focusing on Ron. His eyes were on the Slytherin table, where Draco sat with Blaise. He appeared to be completely unaware that anything odd/arousing had just occurred. Ron let it go and turned back to his conversation with Hermione.

Seamus was watching him carefully, secretly ecstatic that his plan had worked, whether Harry knew it or not. Harry caught his eye though and he quickly looked down. Harry glared at him.

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Over the next few weeks, Draco worked on Harry. He would show up where he was, but then completely ignore him. After several weeks of this behaviour, Harry was completely exasperated by the events. One day, Harry was walking on the fourth floor corridor, alone, when he was suddenly shoved against a wall. There was no one around that he could see, but then it was pretty late, and it was very dark.

The person who'd caught him had him pinned against the wall with his arms above his head. His captor's leg was pressed into his thigh to prevent an escape.

"Who... what's going on?" he asked, annoyed. His captor didn't say anything. Harry felt him draw closer and could tell he was only inches from his face. The heat was emanating off this person. Harry could feel warm breath on his face. His breathing increased and he tried to speak, "... Who a-are you?" he gasped.

His captor didn't reply, but took down a hand pinning Harry's hand and slid it under Harry's shirt. Harry's breath hitched as the hand skimmed his skin. Harry felt himself getting hard. 'No! you don't even know who this person is! You can't do this! Hermoine naked! Hermione naked!' It didn't work, though, and the hand slid down Harry's back and rested there.

The person leaned forward and brushed their lips against Harry's. Harry's eyes fluttered closed, against his better judgment, and he opened his mouth slightly, allowing the intruder to slip his tongue inside. The tongue swirled around and explored Harry's mouth. Harry moaned as his lower lip was nipped. Harry felt his erection growing; it was pressing into the leg of the person holding him.

The kiss was ongoing and became a frenzied series of kisses. Harry gasped and moaned. Whoever it was was very talented. His captor pressed closer; Harry's body was now flush against him. Harry could feel creamy, soft skin, and it only made his hard on worse. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Harry was released and a quick kiss was bestowed on his lips, and then he was alone.

Harry lit his wand and looked around for anyone but there was no one. He looked around desperately for any sign of anyone. He sighed when there was nothing to be found. He was walking back to Gryffindor tower when it hit him. That smell! Strawberries and cinnamon; it had been Draco.

Harry felt his heart flutter at the thought. Draco liked him, right? By the time he got back to the tower, he was practically floating. He fell into bed that night with a huge grin on his face.


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