Harry\'s Angel

AN: My Internet got cut off!!!!!!!!! *cries*… anyway… since my internet got cut off... it might take me a while to update this fic, especially that I haven’t found a new beta yet. It would be great if my future new beta already read this fic so I can just post the next chapter for him/her to edit. Any applicants? I won’t post the new chapter next week since I only go online once a week. If I can’t find a new beta, I might put this fic on hold which will be continued in about…. December???? Sorry… I’m stump at work and studying for my board license. Those who are interested please please email me… I won’t be able to reply a.s.a.p. but I promise I WILL reply. Anyway… chapter 4.

Chapter 4

Harry was just finished talking to Crabbe and Goyle when he saw Draco walking in the hall. ‘Hmmm... My angel is alone… in a hallway… what to do’ Harry smirked. He catches up on the blond and taps him in the shoulder. The boy turned around and gave a few steps back. He smiled.

“Hi… I’m Harry potter” ‘that’s right introduce yourself later then shag him senseless later.’ He thought. He presented his hand and waited for Draco to take it.

Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion but answered anyway.

“Draco Malfoy.” he shook Harry’s hand and let it go as if the touch burned him. ‘Why is this guy suddenly talking to me?’’

Harry smirked “I know…”

“So why come to me if you knew?” Draco asked suspiciously.

“Just want to meet the famous Draco Malfoy.” Harry answered with a fake shrug.

“And?”

“Are you always this friendly when someone new comes to you?” Harry smirked. ‘This one will take time to break… good… I do love it when they play hard to get.’

“No. nobody comes to me.” Draco sneered.

“Why? I think you’re nice and very attractive.” Harry said while looking at Draco with meaning.

Draco knew that look since he received it before and it didn’t end nicely.

“I see… if you’ll excuse me…” The blond turned around to continue going to his class when he was stopped by an arm that wrapped itself on his waist.

“No need to be rude… angel.” Harry whispered in his ear as he pulled the blond, his back leaning on Harry’s chest. He could smell Draco’s cologne and he liked it.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?” Draco panicked. He struggled to get the arm off his waist but it was no use. Harry’s grip is tight. Not too tight to make him gasp for breath but tight enough to not release Draco. Draco’s heart beat faster when he felt Harry’s other arm brushing his hair to expose his neck.

“Nothing,” Harry added “yet.”

“Let go of me.”

“I think not. It’s not always that I could capture an angel and have him in my arms isn’t it?” Harry murmured in his neck.

“I said…Let go of me.” Draco nearly shouted.

“I will. Don’t worry. It won’t do that the great Draco ‘Salazar’ Malfoy…” Draco stiffened at hearing his name “miss his classes.”

“How did you know my whole name” Draco asked wide eyed. “Nobody knows my middle name.”

Harry chuckled “I have a few tricks on my sleeve” he said as he licked Draco’s neck.

This woke up the blond on his shock. He trashed against Harry's embrace.

“I. SAID. LET. GO. OF ME.” He steeped on Harry’s foot hardly. He relished Harry’s yelp and he run after he felt those arms loosen. He didn’t look back.

Harry stood up after nursing his poor foot. ‘My angel has spunk’ he snickered. He looked at his running angel and said, “You’ll be mine Malfoy.” He smiled evilly.

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Draco ran and ran until he thought he was out of breath. He arrived just a few minutes in his Art class. He stood up arranged his hair and clothes in his little perfect way, chin up and walked to the door. ‘Good the teacher is not here yet.’

He sat at the back seat besides the window ignoring the longing gaze his classmates, both boys and girls, were giving him. He yawned boringly. Half the room gasped mostly boys. He rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness.

The room opened and his eyes looked at the teacher. He raised his eyebrow while looking at the teacher. The man has a light brown hair and was dressed nicely. It is obvious that the man values comfort rather than style.

“Good morning class. Please take you’re seats.” The man has a soft voice.

‘This dude won’t be yelling that’s for sure.’ Draco thought as the students finally stopped looking at him and took their seats. Though some still glance at him.

“Keep your books and pencils in your bag. We will only introduce ourselves in this period. I’m Remus Lupin. I’ll be you’re teacher in art. Since I’m new I would like you to stand up and state you’re name and tell me something about yourself.” Professor Lupin instructed.

Everybody stood up and introduced themselves. When it was Draco’s turn, he brushed some of his bangs out of his eyes and smirked. This caused some sighs from his classmates.

“The name is Draco Malfoy sir. I like Literature and Chemistry. I like Shakespeare’s plays and I also play badminton. But I’m not good at it.” Draco lied. He was the president of the badminton club.

“Really? I’m aware that you are the president of the badminton club here in Hogwarts.” Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.

Draco raises his eyebrow again at this ‘he looked at my personal file. Interesting’

“I am sir. But I still think I’m not good enough. I still need to work out and train to be better at it”

“Very good Mister Malfoy. I value your dedication on your work. I hope you will like my class.”


“Somehow I think I will professor.” Draco answered.

“Good.” Lupin smiled “You may sit down mister Malfoy. Next?”

“Harry Potter.”

Draco froze at this. He turned around and he saw the same green deep eyes looking at him.

End Chapter 4