Draco wants Harry. Harry wants Draco.
All it takes is three words.
Enjoy!
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"Merlin Potter, your aftershave smells awful. Get that from the sewage plant, did you?", sneered Draco. Harry had walked past him on his way to the great hall for lunch after classes, and Draco being the spoiled brat that he was, wanted to make his presence known. Harry turned to look at him and sneered back, "Fuck you Malfoy". Then he turned on his heel, and carried on walking.
If Draco were honest with himself, Potter's aftershave was alluring and it made him hard. Gods, the man smelt fucking sexy. Made him want to rip his clothes from his body and suck him off right there in the corridor. But nobody could know that, and so to keep Potter around longer, he insulted him. Not his best work, but hey, gotta work with what you have.
Every single day Draco would insult Potter in the hopes that he would push him against the wall, just so that he could take his fantasy a little further. And every single day, all Potter did was tell him fuck you. He needed more. He wanted more. Like he couldn't breathe without the thought of Potter touching him in some way. He would have to up his game then, wouldn't he?
The next day was a little better. "Jesus Christ Potter, are you too lazy to brush your hair, or are you to stupid to know how a brush works?", he shouted. Harry turned to look at him, nostrils flaring and said in a husky voice, "Fuck you Malfoy", and walked away. And he still didn't touched him.
And so it went on and on. Every day he would insult the savior, and every day Harry would tell him fuck you. Potter's voice was sultry, sexy but he would never insult him back or reprimand him in any way. Draco was curious.
The following day he was going to make Potter touch him. So going for the jugular, he insulted his friends, knowing that Potter would defend them to his grave. They were standing outside the Charms classroom. "Granger, if Longbottom loses his toad again, we'll know to look in that atrocious hair of yours", he sneered. "And Weasley, how do you find her face when you want to snog her, assuming of course you do want to. Merlin knows I wouldn't", he spat. Harry had just about enough of Draco insulting his friends, and decided to step in.
In one swift movement, he wrapped his big hand around Draco's throat, pinned him against the wall and sneered back, "What the fuck is your problem Malfoy? Mommy didn't give you enough attention, you have to make fun of everyone?".
And Draco was in heaven. He was in absolute gay heaven. Potter was touching him, and even better, his hand around his throat and he was pinned against a hard surface.
"Nothing to say pretty boy?", asked Harry. Draco stayed quiet, his heart beating loudly.
"Thought so", he said, letting go of Draco and turning around when Professor Flitwick arrived to show them inside. Draco rubbed his throat where Harry's hand had been and heard Weasley say, "Harry, did you just call Malfoy pretty?". Harry answered something inaudible, because Draco couldn't hear it. He took his seat with a very prominent hard on. Oh boy, he couldn't wait for class to be over.
This was the norm for them all. Wake up, go to classes, get insulted by Malfoy, Harry would tell him to fuck off, eat lunch, do homework, have dinner, a hot shower, but in Malfoy's case, sometimes a cold one, and then go to sleep.
It. Was. Boring.
For all concerned, so much so that Draco found he couldn't sleep one night, and made his way towards the Astronomy Tower. Imagine his surprise when he saw Potter there.
