A/N: Do you worship me? You definitely should. I'm like a MACHINE! You're a woman, I'm a machine. Ah, my inspiration for this chapter comes from Author sama227, who said the word 'jealous'. It struck me and reverberated through me, shaking and shattering the bones in my body like a wild animal trapped in a cage, until I expelled it into this chapter. Just for you.
Disclaimer: Love them dearly, and I wish they were mine. Too bad. Oh, but hey, new character in this chapter! That doesn't belong to the cannon-shooter! Oh, don't freak out. It's no Mary Sue. He's just here as a helpful little monkey. But he's totally based on a real person. Who I wish was my lover.
Chapter ThreeNo, Harry did not want to tell anyone! Draco didn't like that. He was being a retard! Ah well, if they continued to hide it as well as they were, then it would be an even bigger shock once they Came Out. That'd be fun. Draco sighed. This Transfiguration essay was just terrible. He couldn't concentrate. He took out a crumpled piece of parchment which had been uncrumpled and then folded, and began reading it for the third time.
Squishypoo,
Shut up! I don't waaaant tooo… I…Everyone will pay attention! Don't you know that people love me? They are ALWAYS WATCHING. Did that sound scary? I like scary things. That's probably why I like your face. AHAHA! I'm sorry. Your face is the most beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, aristocratic face I've ever seen. You see how I try to charm you to get what I want? Should I not have added that last? Ugh. Stop interrupting me. I was saying, that everybody pays attention to me, for some strange reason. They are going to Freak Out if they see me with you! They think we hate each other! I don't want all that stupid attention.
I only want your attention.
Wasn't that sweet?
Erm, okay. I'm going to try to work up the nerve to tell at least Ron and Hermione about us, and then we can go from there. It may take me a while though…
Love and butt-fucks,
Harry
p.s. There's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up, and I want you to take me out. I have an invisibility cloak.
Maybe Harry needed some help breaking the news to his friends.
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Harry breathed in the cool autumn air as he and his best friends walked across the grounds to Care of Magical Creatures. It was just a lovely day, the kind that made you so happy because of the orange sunlight spotted through the half-naked trees, and the cozy little sweaters, and sad because you knew these days were almost over.
"Oi, look who it is," muttered Ron, nodding his head somewhere in front of them.
Harry and Hermione looked and saw one Draco Malfoy leaning against a tree, the absence of his usual flanking guard strangely noticeable. Hermione clucked and warned her boys not to go starting a fight. Harry made some sort of fake huffing noise.
As they approached the blonde, however, another figure came into view. A taller boy with light brown hair began talking to Draco. But as the three of them watched, the boy moved steadily closer to the Slytherin and reached out, touching his soft blonde locks. Harry's eyes narrowed.
Draco seemed to want no part in this blatant flirting, and made to turn away, but the figure stopped him, putting an elegant hand on the tree behind Draco.
Harry was growing increasingly angry, feeling the hottest blood run through his veins and cloud his mind. What the fuck was this little jack-off doing to his Draco?
Ron was laughing, talking away about the scene unfolding ahead of them. He seemed to realize Draco's discomfort, and was deriving copious amounts of pleasure from it. Hermione was looking vaguely concerned, and turned her eyes to Harry, who was now clearly fuming. The green-eyed boy had his hands clenched into fists, his brow was menacingly low, and his narrowed eyes never left the two boys they were steadily making their way towards.
They were now close enough to hear what the two were saying, and their words did nothing to placate Harry.
"For Christ's sake, Alex! Get your filthy hands away from me. Is it not clear that I don't want you? And your breath! Fuck! Your teeth are black with wine!"
"Who wouldn't want me, Draco?" the boy murmured into Draco's hair with a vague Scottish tint; he was now much too close for Harry's comfort.
"Anyone with half a brain ce—" Draco was cut off as the tall, thin boy placed his sticky lips on the blonde's, his long fingers entangled in his hair.
He didn't get far, however, as suddenly he found himself being wrenched off Draco roughly by a pair of hands. He was spun around quickly and caught a glimpse of quite a frightening sight; a seething Harry Potter, eyes positively throwing out sparks, his whole body emanating a throbbing power. Only a glimpse, though, as the next second he was distracted by a fist making it's way to his eye, and then there was nothing.
Draco looked up, eyes wide, into those green ones he knew so well. Harry swallowed and looked around him. Luckily, nobody was hanging around but Ron and Hermione. He started to panic. Would they see that? Did they understand? Oh gods, what had he been thinking? Once glance at Hermione told him that she knew exactly what'd just gone on, but Ron seemed confused. He raised his eyes off of the pale tangle of limbs on the grass to look at Harry quizzically.
"I, er…" Harry began. "I…Was aiming…for Malfoy…" He prayed that this feeble lie would convince his friend.
Ron blinked.
"You may need to practice your aim, mate."
Harry sagged in relief and suddenly remembered that Draco was there. Or had been there. The blonde was already walking away, but threw a smirk at Harry over his shoulder.
Hermione stayed silent.
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"Fuck, Alex, I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd react quite so strongly…"
The boy shifted his ice pack off of his eye, revealing a particularly nasty shiner, to glare at Draco. Or rather, to glare with one large, rather lovely eye, and one slit squashed between mounds of purple flesh. Draco and his long-time Ravenclaw friend sat in Draco's room, Draco leaning against the wall and Alex sitting on his bed.
"Then stop smiling! Merlin, Draco! That fucking hurt! And you didn't even thank me. Nice way to repay my kind gesture to aid in your sinister plan. Fuck. That really gets on my tits, Draco."
Draco smiled apologetically.
"I thank you, Alexander. You are a gracious and loving friend." He paused. "Oh, but that was great!" Alex scowled. "I had no idea he was such a jealous boyfriend! That just made my day. He was BOILING! He TOTALLY lost all sense of reality. God that was hot."
"Yeah, well. Did your plan work or not? I really really hope it did, you little English slag. Fucking cunt…" He trailed off, but Draco saw his lips forming more curses under his breath.
"Er, well, the Weasel hasn't got it, he's thick as the skin of a dragon's arse, but I'm pretty sure Granger picked it up."
"Do me a favour, Draco, and don't ever ask me to do you a favour again," Alex muttered, before sweeping his fringe to the side and replacing his ice.
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"You two are official, aren't you?" asked Hermione, looking up from her essay in the common room.
"Shut up."
Hermione sighed.
"Please don't tell anybody."
"Fine, Harry. But if you don't tell people, they'll find out anyway. You know they will."
Harry grumbled.
"That's what he said…"
"Hm. He never was stupid, was he? Just obnoxious."
Harry gave his friend a playful glare.
Silence fell for a few moments, until Hermione suddenly giggled.
"What?" Harry asked her.
She giggled some more.
"You're so cute. You were going to tear that boy to pieces."
"Yeah, that's cute."
"Draco must have been so turned on. I know I was."
"Hermione!" Harry gasped.
A pause, and then they both started laughing. They didn't stop for a few minutes; until Hermione remembered her homework.
A/N: I'd be really, really impressed if you figured Alex out. Only someone as obsessed as me would understand. And that is very, very obsessed. REVIEW, GODDAMMIT!