Need

Summary: Draco has some serious thinking to do about his feelings after the boy-who-lived confesses his love. ONE SHOT!
This is my first story on this site! Yay!

Warnings: Slash, I guess. Not much happening in this story. Bit of lemon and yaoi ( I don’t know if the scene in this counts as it though)

Disclaimer: if I owned Harry Potter, Draco would be king and Harry would trail after him wearing nothing but tight leather pants and a spiky dog collar. Yum.

Draco sighed as he kicked at an empty bottle. It had been three months since his father had decided to spy for the light, a month since Harry bloody Potter defeated Voldermort, and an hour since Draco found he couldn’t stop thinking of Gryffindor’s golden boy. The bottle bounced away with loud cracking noises, penetrating the silence that surrounded Hogsmeade at ten PM.
Draco wasn’t supposed to be in Hogsmeade, no one was. The place was most likely surrounded by stray death eaters hoping to pick off Potter before Auror’s found them and put them where they belonged.
"Hi." Said a voice behind him, and Draco turned around quickly. He hadn’t heard anyone behind him, and didn’t expect anyone to be out anyway.
"Didn’t expect to see you here…" Potter said, looking nervous. Draco raised an eyebrow questionably, taking in how the Gryffindor was biting his bottom lip nervously in an delicious way.
Bad Draco!
"I could say the same. Who would expect the bloody boy-who-lived to disobey his mentor’s orders?" Draco snapped back. Potter rolled his eyes at the obvious fight that was about to happen.
"I don’t follow the rules all the time you know… Anyway, that doesn’t matter." Potter trailed off, and they were left standing in an uncomfortable silence. Draco itched to get away from Potter and back to Hogwarts. Perhaps he could drown his sorrows in a bottle of fire-whiskey, and maybe later… no! Don’t even BEGIN to think of that.
Potter cleared his throat, very aware of the awkward situation they happened to be in.
"OK, look, you could either say what’s on your mind, or I can go back to Hogwarts." Draco said after a while, a tad harshly. But that couldn’t be helped, he was a Malfoy, and Malfoy’s didn’t waste precious moments of their lives hanging around Gryffindorks.
"OK, well, I suppose I just wanted… to ask something." Potter stated at last. Draco raised an eyebrow, waiting for the smaller boy to continue. Potter sighed.
"Why did you save me from that killing curse in the final battle?" He asked. Draco looked down at him, surprised by the question, before remembering that he had, infact, foolishly risked his life to save Potter, of all people.
Flashback
"Potter, you git, duck!" Draco yelled over the screaming of the dying. Potter didn’t seem to hear him and continued to battle with a death eater as a jet of green light streaked to wards him. Draco sighed in frustration before running to Potter and pulling him to the ground just in time. The killing curse hit the death eater that Potter had been fighting.
"What the hell?" Potter asked. Draco sighed, got off of him and pulled him up.
"Save questions till we aren’t in risk of dying."
End Flashback
"I don’t honestly know why I did. It was probably because you were the only chance me and my family had of not dying." Draco answered. For some unknown reason, Potter seemed to look a little put-out.
"Well don’t look too disappointed. What did you expect? That I love you or something?" Draco snapped. Potter paled and looked down at the ground quickly, green eyes wide. Draco gasped.
"You did think I loved you!" Draco accused loudly. Potter looked up at him and shook his head, eyes darting around for an escape route.
"No, of course I didn’t." He said. Draco rolled his eyes, feeling quite disgusted. Potter had always been an awful liar.
"You faggot. Well, unless you have something else to confess I think I’m going to run back to Hogwarts before I get sick just looking at you." Draco snapped. Potter’s eyes shone with something that looked like hurt before Draco whirled around and stormed away, robes billowing behind him. He didn’t want to look at that bloody Potter again.

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"Drakey?" a simpering voice asked. Draco looked up from the fire to see Pansy Parkinson had sat down next to him and was looking at him in concern. He sneered at her in disgust and turned back to watching the flames dance about. He would never tell anyone, but he honestly did love fire. Especially the one in Harry’s eyes…
Wait, when did I get onto this first name business? And I don’t like Potter in any way, shape or form!
"Piss off Parkinson." Draco snapped after a moment. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as Parkinson pouted in what she must have thought endearing, but he thought just plain wrong.
"But Draco, you haven’t talked to anyone since you got back, and I’m feeling lonely." She scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Draco shuddered in disgust and stood up, pushing Parkinson off him before storming up the stairs to his dormitory.
Ignoring the amused glance of Blaise, Draco collapsed (gracefully) onto his bed and drew his hanging to cover him before placing locking and silencing spells on them. He didn’t want anyone to disturb him.
Bloody Potter! Why can’t he just leave me the hell alone! Draco thought, growling in frustration as he lay back on the pillows. He had often found himself watching Potter during classes, fascinated by the way the boy did everything. What was it about Potter that was so… enticing?
Draco groaned and turned onto his stomach, burying his head in his pillow. What was so wrong in Draco having a normal life?
Bloody Potter.
With that thought in mind, he soon drifted to sleep.
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"Fuck, Draco! Yeah!" Harry gasped, writhing underneath him.
Draco smirked, lightly circling Harry’s entrance with his finger. Harry squirmed, moaning in anticipation. Draco leaned down and captured Harry’s lips in a searing kiss as he slowly pushed one finger into his lover. Harry moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Draco’s neck as the blond Slytherin started pushing his finger in and out of Harry, finding the spot inside of him that made him melt. Draco inserted another finger, sucking on Harry’s earlobe.
Harry met Draco’s thrust, begging for more. Draco smiled slightly.
"Beg for me, Harry. Plead for me to be inside you!" he hissed, breathing harshly.
"Gods Draco, I want you so much." Harry whimpered. Draco moved his head to capture Harry’s lips, plunging in his tongue to taste every bit of the young man beneath him.


Draco shot up in bed, gasping, covered in sweat and with a raging hard on.

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"Draco?" Draco looked up to see Blaise studying him with an amused expression. He scowled and stabbed his fork into his bacon, trying to ignore Blaise. "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a little thing for Potter." The brunette continued, apparently used to his best friend ignoring him. Draco growled under his breath, resisting the urge to hit Blaise with something.
"And what, pray tell, would give you that idea?" Draco snapped after a moment. Blaise chuckled.
"You’ve only been staring at him all through breakfast. And he’s been staring back when you aren’t looking." Draco glared at the answer and tried with determination not to watch Potter.
"Then again, I guess I can’t blame you. Potter is one hot guy, I’ve had many a wet dream about him." Blaise whispered. Draco snarled at Blaise’s statement, trying to fight down the overbearing wave of possessiveness.
"Blaise, I think you should sort out your priorities and stop having fantasies about idiotic Gryffindorks." He snapped before standing up, grabbing his bag and storming out, becoming even more infuriated as he heard Blaise snigger and do the same, following him out of the hall and down to Potions.
"You know you want him Draco." The half-Italian murmured as they passed a group of Hufflepuff’s. Draco rolled his eyes but kept silent.
"All those dreams you have about him… I’ve heard you moaning his name." Blaise continued. "Who wouldn’t want to crawl onto him and fuck him raw. He’s such a sweet, innocent little virgin." Draco couldn’t take Blaise’s teasing anymore, considering how the words were affecting him.
"All right, I give up already. If I admit that he IS fuckable, will you leave me the hell alone?." With that said, Draco stalked away, Blaise smirking after him.


"You know what you gotta do, right?" Blaise asked quietly. Draco kicked him underneath the table, causing him to yelp quietly. Snape turned around from writing something on the board and narrowed his eyes before turning back.
"No, I don’t know what I have to do, please do enlighten me." Draco hissed sarcastically. Blaise rolled his eyes.
"You have to confront him on the situation." He said in a ‘Duh’ voice. Draco shot him a dirty look, which Blaise returned in kind.
"I don’t believe there’s any situation to confront anyone about." They both stopped their conversation as Snape turned back to the class and started his lecture on the potion they were doing, and how stupid the Gryffindor’s were.
"You have to!" Blaise quietly exclaimed. Snape looked at him pointedly before continuing. Draco decided to return back to ignoring his friend. "You’re meant for each other, it’s obvious. The whole school knows it!"
Snape finished his lecture and set them to doing the potion. Draco quickly escaped from Blaise to gather ingredients. In the cupboard he confronted Potter, who looked at him before reaching over and snatching the ingredient he was searching for. Their hands met for a second, and Draco felt a small tingle run through him. Potter looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before walking back to his partner. Draco scowled and grudgingly went back to a smugly smirking Blaise.
"Not one word." Draco hissed. Blaise looked disbelieving.
"Moi? What on earth would I have to say about anything. I mean, I would never say that you and potter belonged to each other, or point out the fact that everyone must know it, or else why has no-one but Chang ever gone out with Potter, or why you’re the one who has to ask people before you shag them because they dare not confront you." Blaise said all of that in one go and paused to take a breath. Draco sighed and started chopping up dandelion roots.
"You’re an idiot. Obviously no-one ever approaches potter because he’s an ugly git, and everyone’s too intimidated by me (apart from Pansy) to make the first move."
"Potter? Ugly? He’s a bloody sex god Draco Malfoy! No one ever goes out with him because you two are meant to be together… and none of the Slytherin’s go near him because he’s a Gryffindor through and through" Draco looked over at whoever had decided to interrupt their conversation. Daphne smiled slyly.
"Don’t deny it honey, you want him." She turned back to working with Pansy, who was glaring at her for all her worth. Draco began plotting ways to hurt Daphne and Blaise’s smile just got smugger, if possible.
"Draco, you’re a good liar, but my dad didn’t train me to spy for nothing. You need him." Blaise stated, then started measuring out ingredients, pretending nothing out of the ordinary ever happened.
"You’re a git Blaise."


Draco strolled down the corridors, making his prefect rounds. So far he had only managed to catch that bloody Hufflepuff couple Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbot snogging in the transfiguration classroom. Normally he managed to get more people caught out, but it was weirdly quiet.
Probably Potter and his abnormal friends. Draco thought. He hadn’t been able to get Potter out of his head after The Memorable Potions Class, and it was frustrating.
Draco stopped suddenly when his perceptive ears picked up the sound of footsteps. He turned in a circle, squinting into the shadows of the dimly lit corridor but seeing no-one.
He listened again, picking out harsh breathing near the wall. It seemed as if the person had been running, most likely to get away from Filch. The footsteps stopped, but Draco could still hear the other person.
He started to move closer to where he thought the other could be, trying to notice any change in movement. It was obvious the person either had an invisibility Cloak or had cast a disillusionment charm on themselves.
Draco suddenly pounced, knocking whoever it was to the floor and ripping the cloak off. He blinked in surprise at who he saw.
Draco was straddling Harry Potter, who was looking up with confused green eyes. Suddenly, Potter shoved Draco off of him and retrieved his cloak before attempting to run away. Draco smirked and jumped, once again knocking Potter to the ground.
After a few minutes of fighting, Draco was once again on top of Potter, his shirt torn and Potter’s glasses cracked, both breathing heavily. Potter tried to shove Draco again, who caught the hands and pinned them above Potter’s head, smirking.
Screw it, I don’t care if it’s Potter.
He leaned down and met Potter’s lips.