Title: "Things which are mine."

Rating: from Pg-13 to R (or T to M) for language and *cough* naughty thoughts. *Glares at Draco*

Paring: Harry/OC, Draco/Harry (Slash) [[Small side parings include- Ron/Hermione, Pansy/Blaise/OC/Nott, Blaise/Everyone]]

Summary: "Harry Potter, golden boy of the Wizarding world, has finally discovered a 'not so secret' piece of information about himself. But, with this comes a new boyfriend? Draco decides he doesn't like others touching what should rightfully be his, but when his pride gets in the way, he can do nothing but stare helplessly the BoyWonder and that…"That bastard!"

So what if Draco Malfoy is wearing the green monster of jealously? He looks good in green."

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and co. If he were mine, his life would have ended up with much, much less Ginny in it.

Written by: KillerInADress.

Special thanks to my beta/co-writer: ThatDarnNinja.

I'm also trying to get ThatDarnNinja to do an audio version for me as she has started to do audio versions of her own stories. If she agrees, I'll post an update with the link. (Let me know if you want an audio version so I can show her how much demand there is for it.)

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Chapter 1: He looks good in green.

This day was turning out to be 'hell on earth' for one, Draco Malfoy. Heir to Malfoy fortune, infamous bad boy, and royal arse; was finding his week, to be the worst week of his life…or at least, of his 6th year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so far.
It all started last Friday when one, Harry Potter, Golden Boy, Chosen One, Biggest of the Gryffindorks trio, (or whatever you want to call him), had finally discovered what everyone else at Hogwarts figured out last year.
Of course, if you were to ask Draco, he'd happily inform you, (all too smugly, I should add), that he knew two years ago: in their 4th year, when he caught said, 'ScarHead', spending far more time staring at Viktor Krum's arse than actually pay attention to his own date.

But of course, we won't ask Draco. Because some smart nosed witch would point out just how closely he's have to be watching his supposedly 'arch rival' to even notice this. Or a quick-on-the-uptake wizard might ask why he would let his eyes travel, (and linger), on another wizards bottom so often, leaving Draco to get dramatic over how he did no such thing and how was most definitely NOT staring at Potter's arse before stomping off, red faced, when the wizard said he was talking about Krum, and the witch would smile gloatingly.

No, we wouldn't want that.

And though Harry, himself, claimed he was jealous of Cedric Diggory. Anyone with half a brain could clearly see that Harry was more upset at the girl clinging to his arm, and, in a moment of pure denial or naive innocence, (Draco was never sure which), Harry decided he was in love with the girl, Cho Chang, whom he later snogged. After he tried desperately to date the poor girl, it became clear to everyone, (who didn't need spello-tape glasses) just what piece of information Harry sodding Potter seemed to miss.

That is, until last Friday evening when, if you were to believe the rumors, the handsome Rory Tyler, a muscular and tall 7th year Ravenclaw, had cornered Harry Potter in the library nearing curfew so it was practically empty, leaving Tyler the freedom to confess his attraction, and snog the poor, clueless boy senseless. (Of course, before either Harry or his study partners Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, had had the chance to process what was happening, Madame Prince had broken up the make out session and seen to rushing the pair of boys from her library with a great rant about inappropriate behavior.)

"The Bastard." Draco muttered to himself as he glared at the back of the strawberry blonde head belonging Rory Tyler. Rory was sitting at the Ravenclaw table with his back to the Slytherin table and, (Draco assumed), judging by the intense look on the ScarHeads' face, they were having some sort of conversation with their eyes.

"Who?" Pansy asked in a tone of indifference, hardly turning her attention away from the 'Witch Weekly' magazine her brown fish owl had just delivered. Her bowl of porridge lay forgotten as she scanned the cover for any interesting gossip before finding a promising article of fashion disasters and quickly turning to page inside that held the story.

"Never you mind." Draco snapped, his glower still digging into the back of the other boys' head and silently wondering if he could jinx the 7th year Ravenclaw, in the Great Hall full of teachers, and get away with it. -Probably not-, he decided.

Pansy raised a carefully shaped eyebrow, questioning his attitude towards her before shrugging it off and continuing to read about 'The Latest Fashion Mistakes of The Weird Sisters.'
Feeling grumpy, Draco huffed and looked down at his untouched plate of eggs and toast, his glare intensified so much more that Blaise ask what the toast had done to piss him off so badly. Draco just shook his head slowly as he offered some half-hearted excuse about not getting enough beauty sleep.

Not waiting for his friend, Zabini, to return to his flirting with everyone in sight, Draco went back to his 'new' favorite mealtime activity. Oh, don't worry. Glaring at Harry was still on his top five, but lately, (since last Friday to be exact), staring draggers at the Ravenclaw every chance he got made him feel, if only slightly, better.
To be honest, it wasn't the toast that has upset him, nor was it the lack of sleep. (Although he did have a problem with finding a peaceful rest the night before, thanks to some stupid third year who made the mistake of using the word "Lovers" when described the newest couple at Hogwarts and Draco's mind had wandered to a place Draco prayed it never went again.)

No, what had Draco giving a look that could kill, (Oh, if only), at the older male whom he had spent a fair amount time checking out in the past. (Not that he would ever admit to that now.) It was because the Ravenclaw had been the one to finally make Harry Potter see just how gay he was. Yes, there was also the fact that his stunt had gained him Potter as a boyfriend, and, Draco visibly shuddered at the thought, that this handsome and vigorous man was now snogging the boy at every chance they ended up alone.
But Draco had, since learning that Potter had eyes for the perfect male anatomy, (being gay himself, Draco know just how to appreciate that thought), Draco had been holding a secret daydream that he would be the one to make Potter realize he was gay. He had spend the last two years making himself more of a bad boy so Potter would fall in love and then, make him chase Draco for his attention, begging for him to even look his way. Even going so far as to get into physical fights so he had an excuse to touch the stupid GoldenBoy outright, Draco hated to get bloody and to mess up his perfectly manicured hands in a fist fight, no, he had Crabbe and Goyle for that. But, if it made Potter see just how handsome he was up close and angry, so be it. Sacrifices were made in the pursuit of lov-uh, a strong liking for the boy. Of course, once Potter had admitted his love for Draco, Draco would, of course, pity him and let him be his arm candy. Never letting Harry sodding Potter know that he, the great Draco Malfoy, had been crushing on The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Never-Use-Hair-Gel since they were twelve. It just wasn't what Malfoy's did.

Eventually, the ever so slightly stylish spiky hair of the Ravenclaw shifted as the boy shook his head, light laughter carrying to where Draco sat listening closely in case the boy had said anything he could use as blackmail later. It seemed as if the silent battle between the eyes of the two newest Hogwarts couple had finally been won. Draco noticed the look of triumph on Harry's handsome face while the Ravenclaw rose from his seat and made his way across the Great Hall towards the Gryffindor table where Harry sat, watching the older boys' every move just as Draco was doing. Unlike Draco, who was trying to murder the tall and venetian blonde boy with his well practiced death glare, Potter, was smiling brilliantly. As Draco shifted his gaze to the jet black head of the Gryffindor, he felt his breath catch and his stomach did a very un-Malfoy-ish flip before diving a million miles down leaving jealousy to rise full force once again and as he watched the hazel eyes of the devilishly handsome Ravenclaw lock onto the emerald green eyes of the untidy haired Gryffindor, the brush of tan, strong arms wrapping around the smaller boys waist, and the close hug he was now giving the Gryffindor, HIS Gryffindor! Had Draco's jealousy skyrocketing and Draco was suddenly on his feet, eyes livid as he watched that…that bastard kiss HIS Harry's cheek!

–Whoa, where the bloody hell did "My Gryffindor, My Harry" come from?- He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He wasn't that far gone…not yet, anyways.

It took Draco a few moments to even realize he'd moved at all. With curious glances from his fellow Slytherin's and even at the table next to them, some Ravenclaw's were looking questioningly at him, Draco put on his best smirk and stalked elegantly from the Great Hall and towards the dorms to get his stuff before his first class of the day began.

So what if Draco Malfoy was proudly wearing the giant green monster of jealousy?

He looked good in green.

Authors Notes: So, I don't know if I should continue this or just leave it as a one shot…what are your thoughts?

Edit: Well, clearly, I did not leave this as a one shot, but, you're still welcome to pretend it is. I originally started to write this as a full out story, (and, as you can see, I'm following through with that.) But, after this chapter, I loved the idea of leaving this off as a one shot and letting everyone just decide their own ending. So, if you feel like making the ending your own, forget the other chapters and take this one as a one shot. ^^ Or, if you would rather hear what I had in mind for our two favorite boys, then stick around and be sure to let me know your thoughts!

Reviews welcome!

Thanks for reading. ^^