A/N: I had an epiphany while writing the second chapter of this story and decided to rewrite the whole thing. Since I added a lot to the first chapter when it was redone I apologize to anyone that has to reread it, that is if anyone reads it at all. It will now be from Draco and Harry's point of view… first chapter Draco, second Harry and so forth, though sometimes I may throw in a little third person. Now as I stated previously this is my first attempt at writing anything and I in no way make any assumptions that I am good at it, I just thought it was funny and I am quiet frankly sick to death of Harry being the innocent virgin chased by a not so innocent Draco. Although neither of them is innocent in this fic seeing as how if they were it wouldn't be any fun… now would it. So in this little pathetic attempt at what I call fiction, Draco is the pursued so if your looking for a big bad Slytherin chasing a virginal Gryffindor you are in the wrong place and I suggest you vacate immediate. Oh and if you haven't guessed already this will be slash meaning a male/male relationship. I am also open to all and any comments/criticism, go ahead let me have it I am not easily offended so it's ok…. I really could use all the help I can get. And since I had to reload this story my reviews were lost but thankfully I saved the emails… so I would like to thank you all.

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Disclaimer: If I owned these men do you really think I would be sitting at home writing about them… I think not. Not mine so don't sue… please

Now on with the show

He's looking, again. Why must he constantly be leering at me? Everywhere I go there he is - breathing my air, walking my halls and just being all around annoyance. I am beginning to suspect the boy is stalking me. Although, we do have some lessons together and I suppose he is allowed to eat his meals at the same time I do. Being that, well, everyone is supposed to dine at the same time. Perhaps I'm just paranoid. Yes, that must be it. I must have some sort of mental defect. No, no, that cannot possibly be it. I am a Malfoy and Malfoy's are never defective in anyway. He just keeps - staring. Is there something on my face? Am I starting to grow an extra arm out of my right ear? Is he trying to annoy me to the point I snap and kill myself? What! I'm getting so fucking sick of this. It's time to find out what he wants.

"What the hell is your problem Potter?" Besides your obvious aversion to hair care products.

Nothing, he's just looking at me with a completely vacant expression. I try to wave a hand in front of his face but that doesn't seem to have any effect either, then he just… looks away. Is he? No, he can't be. I don't believe it… he's ignoring me! The nerve of him ignoring me! He should bow down and kiss my feet for even acknowledging his existence. Then again, maybe he's just not interested in conversation or lacks the skills to participate in one effectively, since he's reverted back to his primitive gesture of simply ogling me.

Well fuck. That didn't work at all. What the hell am I supposed to do now? How am I going to find out what he wants if he won't even speak to me? Rude bastard! He could have had the decency to tell me to fuck off or at the very least - STOP STARING! I guess I'll have to try and force it out of him once the lessons over. I need to know exactly what it is he wants with me. I have sneaky suspicion it isn't good.

Once the ever so boring lecture, on 'Giants, Friend or Foe?' has ended, I make my move. Unfortunately, Potter's nowhere to be seen and has apparently left the Weasel behind to detain me.

"Out of my way Weasley, I have business with Potter." So move you big oaf.

"Any business you have with Harry you can take up with us." Not really.

"Us? Hearing voices now are we?" Never realized you were crazy Good to know.

"Stuff it Malfoy, I meant me and Hermione." Oh Granger didn't see you behind the redwood.

"Whatever Weasley, this does not concern you, so if you wouldn't mind" Getting the hell out of my way.

I start to leave but Granger steps in front of me - blocking my escape.

"Whatever you want with Harry, you can forget about it. He doesn't like you, he doesn't want to talk to you, and in fact I'm sure he doesn't even want to breathe the same air as you." I'm hurt… no really I am

"No body asked you, did they mudblood?" No reaction what so ever. Maybe she's gotten used to this particular nickname. I'll have to think of something else now. Weasley on the other hand, looks as if he is going to burst at any moment. So, yay for me!

"DON'T CALL HER THAT FERRET BOY!" Again, I am hurt and now have a wand pointed at my face… when did this happen?

"First of all Weasley - don't ever call me that again, second I can call her whatever I like and third I would put that down if I were you." He's hesitating but no… wand's still in my face.

"Ron, he's not worth it. Let's just go." Not worth it! Not worth it? I'll have you know I - oh, right.

"No Herm, I'm sick of this spoiled brat. It's time he's got what's coming to him." And you're the one to give it to me, eh? I don't think so.

He looks over at Granger, giving me the opportunity I need. I push his wand away from my face and instantly have mine brandished at him, but unlike a certain neanderthal I know, I do not hesitate.

"Caeruleuscapillus" That's not coming out for a long long time… if ever.

"Oh no, Ron!" Ahahahhaha -

"What'd he do, what'd he do!" hahahahahahaha…

"You're hair… it's… it's… green!" Crude and juvenile I know, but it served its purpose.

"Fix it! Fix it!" Good luck.

"I'm trying will you just -" Time to go.

While they're distracted, I make my getaway - running up to the castle as quick as possible. Oh that was fun. The look on Weasley's' face was priceless - where's that idiot with the camera when you need him? Now, must find Potter. Hmm, if I were Potter, where would I be? The Pitch? No, too obvious. The Great Hall? No, too early. He better not have gone back to his common room, that's cheating. I know! The Library! No one would think about looking for him there. Ha! You can't fool me Potter.

I change direction, making my way to the library. Hey! Is that Potter I see? Leaving the Library? Why yes it is. My superior intelligence and superb tracking skills never cease to amaze me. However, I might need to quicken my pace a bit if I want to catch him.

"Potter! Hey Potter!" You could at least slow down! Rude asshole!

Nothing, he doesn't even so much as glance behind him, I pick up my pace and shout out to him again this time as loud as humanly possible. Finally, he stops - turning to face me.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Why do I have to want something? Maybe I'm just trying to be friendly.

"Why don't you tell me what you want Potter. You're the one who has some sort of morbid fascination with me lately." Don't look so supri- oh shit! I was wrong! I imagined the whole thing! I am defective! NO! Do not second-guess yourself. He was staring; you know it and so does he. Look at him, he's sweating.

"W-What are you talking about?" Maybe your incessant leering, that's slowly driving me insane! Which, you happen to be doing RIGHT NOW! I can see you, you know! You're not getting away with it this time. All right Draco, new tactic.

"See something you like Potter?" Ha! What do you have to say to that -

Hey! Where are you going? Coward! Get back here this instant! Damn, maybe I laid it on a little too strong there. I must be too irresistible for my own good. He must not have been able to control himself from wanting to ravish me any longer. I suppose he needed to flee from my presence immediately, if he wanted to keep his dignity intact. Yes, that must be it. He was NOT ignoring me.

I make my way back to the dungeons to get in a quick nap before dinner, all the while thinking about Potter. What is wrong with him? Maybe he has a little crush on me. Ha! The famous Harry Potter having a crush, on me? I'm sure he'd sooner shag a Dementor. I'm going to have so much fun with this. Regardless of whether he has a little crush on me or not, he was definitely ogling the goods and that alone is powerful ammunition. As soon as I make it through the common room entrance, I brace myself for the horde of people waiting to harass me (sometimes I really hate being a prefect). Luckily the dorms seem to be deserted and I quickly head to my room, only to find Blaise lingering by the door. Please please please don't let him be waiting for me. I'm tired and my feet hurt and I want to go to sleep.

"Hey Draco." Damn.

"Blaise." Go away.

"Whattcha doin?" Walking.

"Going to take a nap." Before you interrupted me.

"Oh, could I speak with you for a moment before you do?" Aren't you doing that now?

"Sure." Make it short.

"Well, I was wondering if it was ok, with you that is… if I could ask Pansy to accompany me on the next Hogsmeade weekend?" Why the hell would I care?

"Blaise, why the hell would I care what you do with Pansy?" I don't care what anyone else does with her, what makes you different?

"Aren't you betrothed or something?" What's your point?

"Only because I haven't found a way out of it yet." Emphasis on the yet.

"So you don't like her or anything?" Oh please.

"Umm no… do whatever you like with her." Really... whatever you like.

"Thanks Draco." I'm the bestest friend in the world… I know

"No problem, I'm going for at nap now… do not interrupt me." If you know what's good for you.

After my short but satisfying siesta, I head down to the great hall for dinner - with Blaise on my right and a very clingy Pansy on my left.

"Pansy… would you be so kind as to let go of me?"

"But Drakie, what else am I supposed to hold on to?" I don't know something sharp and deadly maybe?

"Why not try Blaise? He looks awful lonely?" I am such a good friend.

"Ok, are you sure you won't mind?"

I roll my eyes and shake my head, assuring her I would not mind and she takes Blaise's arm and we continue on our way. Blaise in heaven and me thankfully free of that death grip. Once finally arriving at The Great Hall it occurs to me that I've been looking forward to dinner all day. I take a quick glance at the Gryffindor table and realize that Potter is not there. I wonder where he is. Maybe he was too embarrassed by our little meeting earlier to face me. Gryffindor bravery my ass. I push those thoughts aside so that I may finish my meal in peace and after doing so; Pansy, Blaise and I head back to the dungeons. I don't feel much like talking so I go straight to my room and am asleep before my head hit's the pillow.

I wake up rather early and to my surprise, someone is sitting on me. Funny, I don't remember inviting anyone into my bed last night and I know my roommates know not to come anywhere near my bed. Hell, all the Slytherins do and they never do… except for… shit… Pansy. I look up at the girl straddling my chest and my fears are confirmed. No matter how many times I turn her down, she keeps coming back time and time again. It used to be flattering, an ego boost if you will but lately it is getting rather… pathetic. It's almost as if she thinks we're supposed to be in this loving relationship, just because our deranged parents thought it would be a good idea for us to marry. Doesn't matter, I need to get ready and getting out of bed is actually pretty hard when someone is sitting on you.

"Pansy, get the fuck off me." She really is an attractive girl. I don't know why I just don't give into her; it'd be a lot simpler that way.

"But Drakie, I thought maybe we could have a little fun before classes started." Oh yeah… that's why. She's a complete slut with no shame.

"You thought wrong and if you call me that again, I will kill you. We've had this discussion. " Well, maybe not kill but definitely maim.


"No buts! Get out - NOW!" What are you waiting for? There's the door, right there. Go!

Nope, not moving at all. She just looks down at me - head tilted to one side, pouting. Oh for Salazar's sake! I need to get ready for breakfast and if I don't hurry I'll get the bad shower and I just cannot have that. I give her a little shove to the floor, where she sits for a moment, making little whimpering noises - before running out in tears. I'm going to pay for that one someday, no doubt about it. I roll out of bed and begin to get my things ready but before I'm able to make it to the door, a very irate looking Blaise comes crashing in.

"Malfoy! What the hell did you do to Pansy? She's in the common room blubbering all over the place." Ever heard of knocking?

"I didn't do anything." Nothing at all.

"Then what is wrong with her?" She's deranged?

"I just told you I didn't do anything to her… do you get it now? Really Blaise, you need to keep that bitch on a leash" Or lock her in a room at least.

I roll my eyes and start to continue on my way out of the room, when he grabs my arm - spinning me around to face him.

"Don't you ever say that again!" Which part?

"Care to take your hands off me Zabini? Don't start something you can't finish." We both know you won't win.

He lets go of my arm and I continue on my way. Hopefully, I will not be interrupted this time. After a quick shower I head down to breakfast - alone, I am unsure of how my 'friends' are feeling about me at the moment and I'm not in the mood for drama anyway. Fortunately, I'm one of the only people here, just a few Ravenclaws and Gryffindorks' and thankfully no Potter. Now maybe I can enjoy my meal in peace - damn, spoke to soon. I feel eyes on me and when I look up, sure enough, there's Potter in all his stalker glory looking right at me. You'd think after yesterday's events he would scale it down a bit. I think I'll have a little fun with him. I smirk, raising an eyebrow slightly, letting him know I see him. Aha! Just as I thought, can't even look me in the eye without blushing. This is going to be too easy, not to mention oh so much fun but not right now. As much as I love torturing Potter, I need to get to Potions. I finish what's left of my pumpkin juice and head that way.

First in class again… damn I'm good. Well, since I am alone, I might as well get some reading done. I pull out my text and start reading about some of the more advanced potions when the Golden Trio and the rest of their lackeys rudely interrupt me. Do they even realize this is MY time to be alone and read in peace? Of course not, I am just an evil Slytherin to them. It wouldn't matter at all.

There is something seriously wrong with Potter. He's even ignoring Snape now to gape at me. Uh oh, Snape caught him. Now maybe I can continue the rest of the lesson without prying.

"Mr. Potter, while I am sure whatever it is you're looking at is very interesting, I must insist that you PAY ATTETNION TO ME." Ha-ha that'll teach you. Although, I am very interesting.

"Go to hell Snape, I'm busy" I am in shock that's all completely and utterly in shock… Snape is going to have a cow.


"That's a lot of points for such a small word… don't you think Professor?" What is wrong with him? Why doesn't he just keep his mouth shut?

"MAKE IT 100 -" Ouch

"Is that all Mr. Grintch?" You should never interrupt a screaming Slytherin.

"- AND DETETNION" Told you.

"For how long Snappy Snape?" The lions are going to eat him alive for this.

"UNTILL YOU GRADUATE!" That may be a bit harsh.

"Hmmph." Good boy, be quiet.


"Yeah, I do. You can take those points and my detentions and SHOVE EM UP YOUR ASS YA GREASY BASTARD!" Bravo Potter… never knew you had it in you.


"With Pleaser." Did he just bow? What a self-righteous prick.


The remainder of potions continues without incident. Although, that could be because no ones uttered a single word since Potter left. Everyone's to afraid of what the irate potions master would do, I guess. I know I am. After finally being dismissed from 'the room of silent torture' I head off to Herbology.

Herbology is so boring. Who gives a damn about stupid plants and their stupid functions? Please end. I think I may die from shear boredom. Is that even possible? I wonder what's happening to Potter. I don't suppose anyone would know until lunch, so I guess I'll have to wait. I hate waiting. I never would have imagined in a million years that The Harry Potter, Pride of Gryffindor, Dumbledore's Golden Boy, The Boy Who Lived, Mr. Perfect, would lose it like that, and for what? Very peculiar if you ask me.

Finally free of the slow agonizing death that is Herbology, I locate Blaise and Pansy (who are both speaking to me now) and go to The Great Hall for some much needed nutrition. I can't remember the last time I was this hungry. Hmm, Potter's not here yet. Maybe he got expelled. A rare and genuine smile forms on my face at the thought, my joy is short lived however, as Wonder Boy himself, picks that precise moment to saunter in like he owns the place.

He walks over to his house table - stopping just before sitting down, glancing over the many faces already seated. He sends an apologetic smile to Granger, why he always feels the need to apologize to the mudblood I cannot fathom. With a pat on the back from Weasley and a resounding clap from the entire table, he bows again - sending Snape a wicked smile, (and one to me in the process) then takes his seat. While his attention is fixated on his pathetic friends, I take the opportunity to look at him. Really look.

He is attractive, in a way. Quidditch has been good to that body… oh yes. Uh oh, looks like I've been spotted. Is he licking his lips at me? Does he even realize what he's doing? I raise an eyebrow in question and he quickly looks away blushing. He has no idea. I finish what's left of my meal and leave the Great Hall without Pansy and Blaise. They haven't finished eating and I've no desire to wait for them.

I'm halfway to the dungeons when I realize someone's following me. A Potter shaped someone in fact. He obviously doesn't realize I'm aware of his presence but I know when I'm being followed. Of course, seeing him as I went around that corner might have helped a bit. You would think with all that sneaking around he does, he'd be a little better at this. Ah well, I guess I should see what he wants. I turn quickly, walking back towards him.

"Is there something I can help you with Potter?" Trademark smirk present and accounted for.

"As a matter of fact Draco, there is." Draco? I don't remember giving you permission to be so informal with me, plebe.

"Yes Potter? Spit it out, I haven't got all day." First years to terrorize, detentions to give out and all that.

"Well Draco, I have been having a little trouble getting out of my trousers lately and I thought you might be able to help me out of them."

Ok, now what the fuck is that about? Is insinuating what I think he's insinuating? Where did he get the nerve anyway? I'm the one who's supposed to do that! Me! Before I have time to realize what's going on, he has me pinned against the wall - arms on either side of my head. What is he doing? He's leaning closer; he's invading my personal space. What is he – OH. MY. GOD. He's - he's… kissing me! I'm not running away. Why aren't I running away! Move hands move… push him away, kick him legs! Something! Anything, I - did I just moan? No, no, it had to have been him. Work body! Fuck it, I give up. The world as I know it has ceased to exist. Today will go down in history as the da- ohh! He just tried to feel me up! Nah uh little Gryffindor, I don't give it up that easy. Gathering all the strength I can muster, I shove him away.

"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing Potter?" And why haven't you done it before. What! No! Bad Draco.

"What does it look like I'm doing Draco?" Hey! He's smirking! That bastard has the nerve to uses my smirk against me - well, try as he might, he'll never be as good at is as I am.

"I don't know what you thought you were doing Harry, but try it again and I'll-" Be forced to do terrible erotic - naughty - naked - EVIL, things to you.

"You'll do what exactly? Tell your daddy? Please do, I'm sure he'd be delighted to know you not only snogged The Boy Who Lived in a very public place I might add, but you let him feel you up as well." Looks like golden boy plays dirty. And there's that smirk again, my smirk …damn him.

"Let you? I didn't let you do anything Potter. You just came up and molested me." Yes, that's right. I did nothing wrong… nothing.

"Think what you want Malfoy. I know you enjoyed it… I could feel you enjoying it." I most certainly did not! Well, not that much.

"Don't be delusional Potter. I didn't feel anything but revulsion, loathing, hatred and disgust." And attraction, don't forget attraction. Where the hell did that come from? I am not attracted to Har - Potter. I would rather have a threesome with Dumblebee and Mcgonally before I - Oh bad image bad image, out of my head I command you.

"I see… well sorry Malfoy my mistake." Damn straight.

"Bloody well right it was a mistake. One I should hope will not be happening again. After all, I don't see why I have to be punished because you can't keep your pathetic teenage hormones in check." Although it wasn't that bad… as far as punishments go.

"Right then, see ya around Malfoy." Not if I can help it.

"Whatever Potter, just make sure you keep your Gryffindor claws to yourself." Talons I say, talons!

"Will do." Thank you

He's leaving, where is he going? More importantly, why do I care?