What Is This Feeling

Title: What Is This Feeling
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books or characters. I make no money writing this story.
Summery: Draco is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Or is he? He keeps getting a strange feeling every time he looks at a certain Gryffindor.

What Is This Feeling

Draco Malfoy grumbled as he walked into the Great Hall for lunch. This day had not been the best for him. First he woke up thirty minutes till Charms because he forgot to set his alarm so that didn’t give him enough time for a morning bath, then his hair would not cooperate, and when he did make it to Charms he was ten minutes late because he couldn’t find his Potions text book. And to top it all off, he kept running into Harry Bloody Potter.

Looking over at the Gryffindor table and saw the Golden Trio laughing over something Weasley said. For a moment, Draco’s eyes softened at the look on Potter’s face, then mentally hit him self and put back up the cold Malfoy mask. No, he wasn’t falling for Harry Potter! He can’t fall for Har-Potter. He was a Malfoy, damn it! He had to marry a pure-blood girl of his parents choosing and produce a heir, not fantasize about the Bloody Savior of the Wizarding World!

“What’s up, Draco,” asked Pansy, cutting Draco from his thoughts.

“Just a bloody bad day,” said Draco eating his soup.

“Yeah, I’ve had those,” said Blaise. Draco gave him and skeptical look.

“Blaise, the last time you had a bad day, you didn’t get the elfish chocolate pudding you wanted, and you were six years old.”

“And it was traumatizing. I swear I have never been the same since.”

Pansy giggled behind her hand. “Blaise, dear, you are seriously in need of help,” she said. “And, Draco, you shouldn’t worry. It’s been my experience that bad days turn out right in the end.”

“Personal experience?” asked Draco.

“Oh, yes. Trust me. It will turn out for the better.”

Draco sighed and started spinning the spoon around in his soup.

“Don’t play with your food, Draco,” said Pansy after a minute. “It’s unsightly.”

Draco sighed and scooped up a spoonful when he felt someone watching him. Looking up he met the intense gaze of Potter’s fierce green eyes. But something was different then from his usual gaze. Draco couldn’t put his finger on it but there wasn’t the usual coldness that Potter usually sent him. It made his stomach flutter.

“What’s up with him,” asked Blaise.

“Who cares,” said Draco returning to his food.

“Maybe he thinks you’re up to something,” said Pansy and paused thoughtfully before turning to Draco. “Are you up to something?”

“Not recently.”

All three laughed at the joke and continued to eat. After lunch Draco’s bad luck continued. He bumped his knee in Transfiguration, didn’t duck quickly enough from a curse in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and sat at the table in front of Neville Longbottom in Potions, so when the potion exploded, Draco’s back and hair was covered with a dark violet gelatin like potion.

“Mr. Malfoy, you are excused to change,” said Slughorn as the Gryffindor attempted to hide their laughter behind hands or in arms. Weasley’s laughter the loudest and Potter had his head in his arm on the table, his shoulders shaking as he laughed.

“Thank you, sir,” said Draco, sitting sharply up from his seat, gathered his things and left the room, walking as if he wasn’t covered with a botched potion and still had some pride left. He shot a glare at Potter as he passed by the Gryffindor’s table and Potter laughed harder.

“I have never seen anyone with as much bad luck as you have,” said Pansy as she and Blaise waited for Draco to finish showering. She was sitting on a counter that had a stack of towels on it.

“You know you’re not supposed to be in the boy’s shower room, Pansy,” sad Draco from behind a shower curtain. Pansy giggled.

“Boy’s shower room, girls shower room, they’re both the same. The only difference is whose bathing.”

“Which is not you,” said Draco, reaching for a towel. Pansy moved the stack away from the searching hand. “Pansy!”

“Uh-uh, say Pansy’s the best and that you love her,” taunted the girl.

“Pansy is Blaise’s girlfriend and should act as such,” snapped Draco poking his head through the curtain, glaring at his best friend. Pansy sighed and handed him a towel. Taking Draco gave her a quickly peck on the cheek. “But I do love you.” Blaise cleared his throat. “As a friend, Blaise. Geez.”

“I know you do,” said Blaise as Draco ducked back into the shower stall. Pansy feint a swoon.

“Two men fighting over my love,” she said, putting a hand to her head. “It’s every girl’s dream.”

“Keep dreaming,” said Draco, walking out fully dressed in clean robes. He sniffed the back of his hand. “I smell like arsenic.”

“Here you go, dear,” said Pansy handing Draco a hand lotion bottle. He opened it and sniffed.

“Pansies?”

“A gift from my mother. She thinks that because I’m named after the flower they’re my favorite. I hate them. I much rather prefer hydranias.”

Draco just shrugged and rubbed the lotion on his hands.

“Do you think someone cursed you,” asked Blaise in thought. “Or gave you a Bad Luck Potion?”

“It’s a possibility,” said Pansy with a shrug. “So you know anyone that is out to get you.”

“I’ll make a list,” said Draco. “You’ll have it by next week. It’s a mile long.”

“Seriously?” asked Blaise.

“Seriously. Starting with Potter.”

Both nodded and followed him out for dinner. All through the meatloaf Draco had a feeling of being watched. When he looked up he saw Potter staring at him through hooded eyes as Granger and Weasel talked next to him. The intensity of the stare gave him a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach and made him blush.

“He’s staring at you again,” said Blaise. “Draco mate, he’s really freaking me out.”

“Yeah,” said Draco. “I’ve, uh, I’ve got to go to the Library.”

“But you’ve hardly touched your dinner,” said Pansy as Draco got up.

“Not hungry,” he said and walked out of the room.

Walking into the Library he pulled out the first book he grabbed and started reading. The truth was he wasn’t interested in the subject. He just wanted to get the feeling of Potter’s stare out of his head. Why couldn’t he? Every time he looked at Potter his face went red and he started to get a warm feeling in his chest. He hated Potter! He wanted nothing more then to see the bastard’s downfall. Right?

“Argh,” he groaned, shut the book with a sharp snap and stood up.

“Hush!” said Pince. Draco glared at her and walked out of the Library. It was near curfew now, but he didn’t feel like going to the dudgeons. Instead he walked outside and headed toward the lake. Sitting at an old oak tree he leaned against it and stared across the lake.

All the while thinking about Potter. He wanted to hate him, had to hate him. Every time he saw Potter there was a boiling hot feeling in his stomach. It was hate. He HATED Potter!

Reasons to hate Harry Bloody Potter. There was his damn natural talent! He was a natural on the broom where it took Draco weeks just to learn how to use one, Malfoy’s never used training brooms! And even then he fell of over a dozen times and broke his arm and legs twice before he got the hang of it. He was a natural at Defense Against the Dark Arts and the only pleasure Draco got to see was Potter blundering through Potions. He was a natural leader while Lucius drilled Draco in the dos and don’ts in being a leader and an all around natural fucking nice guy! The guy was too good at too many damned things!

But then it was hard not to like with Potter. There was an easy air about him every time he laughed. He was laid back when he was working on his homework or a project in the Library with his two friends. He had a strong sense of right and wrong. And he was smarter then he led some people to believe once he grasped the concept of a magical spell or potion. And the way his face lights up when he laughs and the look in his eyes when Potter won a Quidditch game…. Oh, Great Salazar Slytherin, he was in love with HARRY POTTER!

He had been sitting there for a while before he heard a noise from behind him and turned to look up to see Potter staring down at him. It was that same damn look!

“And my day just got worse,” he said, not moving from his seat.

“It’s well past ten,” said Potter. Draco shivered at the tone. “Shouldn’t you be in your Common Room?”

“I could ask you the same question. It’s past curfew, Potter. I could deduct points for this.”

“I often come here when I’m bothered by something,” said Potter and he sat down next to Draco. The blonde shifted uncomfortably at how close the other boy was. He could actually feel the heat from Potter’s body!

“And what are you bothered by?”

“Now, why should I tell you?” asked Potter, looking at Draco through hooded eyes, resting an elbow on his knee, balanced his hand on his should and rested his head on his arm. Merlin, did he look so beautiful!

“Because if you didn’t want someone to talk to you wouldn’t be talking to me,” said Draco. That’s right. Make it seem as if nothing is wrong. Think Slytherin. Oh, Lord, he’s so hot!

“True,” said Potter. “Well, I’m bothered by someone.”

“Who?”

“This person I like. Incredibly beautiful, which is a given….”

“Of course,” said Draco. “Far be it for the Boy-Who-Lived to not have a beautiful girl.”

“I never said it was a girl.” And Potter smiled at him. Draco looked at him in surprise.

“You’re bent?!”

Potter laughed. “And you’re the first person I’ve told, so count yourself lucky.”

“But why are you telling my? Why not tell the Mudblood or Weasel?”

Potter’s eyes flashed. “Don’t call her that! Her blood’s a thick as yours or mine. I don’t care what your father says. He’s as bad as the Nazis in Word War II.”

“But why tell me?”

Potter shrugged. “I thought you’d understand. I’ve read into same sex relationships for the Wizarding World and their more tolerable, but if I told Ron, it’d be more then likely he’d tell Hermione, and Muggles aren’t known for their tolerance in those sorts of things.”

“So, you were telling me about this boy,” said Draco with a smirk.

“Right, well, he’s incredibly beautiful, very smart, is very loyal, though sometimes misguided, and is perfect in everything he does.”

Draco gulped as a tight feeling came to his chest. The boy Potter was describing was perfect for him. “But?”

“He’s a follower of an eccentric egotist, hates my guts, and has the most horrid attitude.”

Draco’s eyes flashed. “I do not!”

Harry laughed. “Then what was that glare in Potions about?”

“You were laughing at me!”

“You have to admit, Draco, it was funny.”

“I looked horrible! There was purple goo in my hair and my skin itched!”

“I believe it was violet. It’s a good color on you.”

“I HATE you, Potter!” growled Draco. Harry smirked at his boyfriend.

“Prove it,” he said.

Draco growled and pounced on Harry. The other boy laughed as he was pinned to the ground and gasped when Draco latched onto his neck and started nibbling his way to Harry’s mouth. Harry gasped when Draco sucked on his jugular and left a mark. Draco kissed Harry along his jaw and stopped when he reached Harry’s lips.

“Knew you couldn’t prove it,” gasped Harry. Harry sniffed and frowned. “Draco, why do you smell like pansies?”

Draco glared down at him. “Well, thanks to your friend Longbottom, I smelled something awful. I wasn’t going to go around and smell like crap.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, God, Draco. You really are vain, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” said Draco and kissed Harry as hard and passionate as he could. Running his hands down Harry’s chest, he teased Harry’s nipples through the cotton shirt, making the Gryffindor gasp and Draco plunged his tongue into Harry’s hot cavern. Harry groaned around the kiss, reached down and yanked Draco’s shirt out of his pants. “Hey!”

“Too many clothes,” gasped Harry. He pulled off Draco’s robe and flung it to the side, not caring where it landed.

“I have to agree,” said Draco, getting off of Harry. Harry pulled off his robe and laid it on the ground so they’d have something soft to lie on.

As soon as Harry’s back was turned, Draco wrapped his arms around his lover, kissing and nibbling Harry’s neck and slowly unbuttoned Harry’s shirt expertly.

“Draco, if you keep doing that, we won’t get to the good part,” said Harry. He cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure when Draco bit down on his neck. Draco had a thing for biting and being bitten. Harry thought it was an animalistic side of him.

“Don’t worry,” said Draco, licking the shell of Harry’s ear. “We’ll get there.”

When Draco removed Harry’s shirt and drew the raven back to him, Harry moaned when his back connected with skin instead of Draco’s satin shirt.

“Draco….”

“Yes, Harry?” asked Draco nibbling on the nape of Harry’s neck.

“Let me see you, Draco.”

“Gladly.” And Draco turned Harry around and laid Harry on the robe, settling between his legs. After kissing Harry breathless he proceeded to kiss and nibble down Harry’s chest till he reach one of Harry’s perked nipples and began to suck on it, teasing the other with his hand.

“God, Draco….”

Draco just hummed and continued to suckle on Harry’s nipple while he reached down and unbuckled Harry’s pants and slid them off, sighing when he found no boxers to work around.

“Please, Draco, I need you.”

Not denying his lover and further anguish Draco left Harry’s chest and slid down.

“I was going to wait.”

“Fuck waiting,” gasped Harry. “I need you.”

“Fucking comes later, Potter,” said Draco, and wrapped his mouth around Harry’s length.

“AH! God, YES!”

Draco smirked around Harry’s length and hummed. Harry gasped and groaned. Draco knew the raven was doing all he could to not cum.

“Please, Draco, stop. Stop or I’m gonna….”

“Very well,” said Draco in a pout and got up. No sooner did he leave Harry then Harry pounced on Draco.

“Why do you get all the fun,” asked Harry, a mischievous look in his eye.

“What do you…..?” Draco’s comment stopped short when Harry bit on his neck and he wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, drawing his lover’s heat closer to him.

“That’s for earlier,” said Harry, licking the bite mark before kissing Draco. Draco gasped as Harry kissed down Draco’s neck and paid as much attention to Draco’s nipples as Draco did to his. He slowly slid his fingers down Draco’s side, softly scrapping with his blunt fingernails till he reached Draco’s waistline and unbuttoned the boy’s pants. When he pulled them off he smirked up at his lover.

“No underwear either?”

Draco smirked back. “Now don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

“So do you.”

“Shut up and keep going, Potter,” growled Draco.

Harry smirked. “Problem?” he asked and reached down and grasped Draco’s length. Draco gasped and groaned as Harry started stroking it.

“Merlin, Harry….”

“Like that?” Harry’s other hand traced the underside of Draco’s length and circled Draco’s entrance. Draco gasped.

“Oh, yes, Harry, please.”

“Please what?” asked Harry with a mischievous smirk.

“Fuck me, Harry!”

Harry’s smirk broadened as he picked up his wand from the ground and pointed at his discarded pants. “Accio Jar.”

As small jar of lubricant flew into Harry’s hand and he pulled the stopper off, dipped his first three fingers in and circled Draco’s entrance.

“Ready,” he asked. Draco nodded and Harry slowly pushed his first finger in. Draco gasped and dug his fingers in Harry’s biceps. Harry passed to give Draco a moment to adjust before adding another finger. Draco groaned as Harry finger fucked him and arched into him when Harry found that sweet spot deep within him.

“Fuck! Please, Harry.”

“Well, since you were oh so nice about it.”

Harry took his fingers out of Draco, coated his throbbing cock with lubricant, positioned himself against Draco’s entrance, and slowly pushed into his lover. Draco groaned in pain at the intrusion but it quickly faded to pleasure as Harry settled himself to the hilt.

“Hmmm, love you,” said Harry after Draco relaxed.

“Love you too, now move,” ordered Draco and Harry did. He slowly moved out of Draco, making Draco groan from the tormenting slow motion, before slamming back into him, hitting Draco’s prostrate again and making Draco gasp and arch into him. They moved in perfect rhythm, Harry moving in Draco and Draco moving against Harry, working towards the same goal, the ultimate completion.

“So tight,” gasped Harry as he moved in Draco, stroking Draco’s length in sync with him. Draco gasped when Harry hit his prostrate again.

“Harry…Harry, I’m gonna…AH!”

Draco arched against Harry as he came, clenching around Harry’s length. Harry gasped and his seed shot into Draco’s tight passage. Harry laid on top of Draco in exhaustion as Draco wrapped his arms around his lover.

“Pansy was right,” said Draco. “Even bad days become all right in the end.”

“Remind me to thank her,” said Harry, getting out of Draco, who groaned at the loss and Harry spooned Draco against him.

“Speaking of bad days,” said Draco pushing up on his elbow and glared down at his boyfriend. “Why did you put a Bad Luck Potion on me? Was it to get you back for the time I cursed you to not get it up, because you deserved that one.”

Harry looked at him in confusion. “Bad Luck Potion? I didn’t give you a Bad Luck Potion.”

“Oh, come on, Potter, who else could it be? No one else would have the opportunity.”

Harry sat up and looked seriously at his boyfriend. “Draco, I’m telling you, it’s not me.”

Draco looked at Harry in surprised confusion. “Then, who was it?”

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Blaise hummed as he watched the two wizards moving stealthily back into the castle, looking around corner to be sure to not be caught together, before kissing and departing. Pansy smirked next to him.

“Nice idea on the Bad Luck Potion,” said Pansy. “Or else we wouldn’t have found out who he was shagging.”

“How did you know he’d meet his lover here?” asked Blaise to his girlfriend.

“The Bad Luck Potion is only twelve hours long, and we gave it to him twelve hours ago.” Blaise gave an intrigued look at Pansy and she smiled. “All right, you caught me. I also gave a Good Luck Potion to Potter. By the way, you owe me twenty galleons.”

END

At first I wanted to make this a “Draco finds out he loves Harry and Harry loves him back” story, but I couldn’t fit it in, so I wrote this instead! Hope you like it! And with the title I couldn’t think of anything else.