Author's Note: I just want to thank all of you who reviewed! ALSO! I AM VERY VERY SORRY ABOUT THE LONG UPDATE! It is just that school is back in now and I'm finding it very hard to find any spare time to write. Because now finally, I am a SENIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL!( for those who don't know… it's my last year in school :D) Plus, with being a Senior, I'm also take college class, and being an assistant teacher with little kids…So my year is pretty busy, which leaves very little time for me to do things that I enjoy. : ( So I will no longer be posting very Thursday, I WILL JUST POST WHENEVER I HAVE THE TIME!

Okay I'm done rambling. Back to the story.

Chapter 12

Wanting

A redhead and a brunette were sitting on the Gryffindor couch studying. The redhead girl reached over and grabbed the brunette's hand. The brunette boy looked up at her; he smiled at her. So she continued to study.

When the girl grabbed the boy's hand, it had startled him. It had awoken him from the trance that he was in. He wasn't really studying. Sure, he did look like he was reading his book but it was just for show. Nobody ever let him think anymore. Well, not without asking questions.

All he wanted was a little time alone so he could gather his thoughts. All he wanted was to know what in the hell he had just gotten himself into. The boy's eyes began to become fogged and unclear once again as he began to drift into deep thoughts again.

The brunette looked over at the redhead. He knew that he should really brake it off with her. For the last week he had done nothing but lust after another person, another man. He loved the other boy, but he just wasn't sure if he was ready for what the other boy would mean to him. He didn't know if he was ready to except that he was in fact gay.

He knew that he liked being with the other person. He didn't know if he loved him but what he didn't know is that his heart loved the other boy more than he could ever possibly know. If only there was someway for his heart to scream at his mind, saying that he was a fool and that he needed to go back to the other boy. That the other boy was his happiness. That he was mad for leaving that kind of happiness. That if he doesn't go back to him than he should have his head checked.

He looked back up at the girl sitting to his right. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, guilt. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he still did it anyway. He still played with the young girl's heart, knowing full well that she wasn't playing, she really did care for him.

Young Harry Potter then knew what he had to do; he needed to break up with Ginny Weasley and go back to Draco Malfoy. If only it was as easily done as said.

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A young blonde boy known as Draco Malfoy was sitting on his bed in the Slytherin dungeons. The boy sighs deeply. He got off of his bed, crossed the room over towards the window, he sat down beside the window. He began to stare out the window, unseeingly.

He sat there and began to think. Think of a certain Gryffindor that he never meant to fall in love with, he just did. He was only meant to sleep around with the guy. It was only supposed to be about the blow jobs and maybe eventually sex. But everything change. He didn't know how it changed, just that it did change.

He knew that the other boy was scared. Hell, he was scared himself to. He didn't want any of this, well at first. Now he couldn't keep his mind off of the boy. He just loved everything about the boy. Even though the boy had clearly stated that he could never love Draco. Draco knew that the other boy would eventually come around. Until then, Draco knew that he had nothing better to do than to wait.

But it was hard for him to wait. Especially since the boy had a new girlfriend. It was hard for Draco to watch them at all of their meals. It was hard to see them kiss. It was extremely hard for him not to break down in front of all of his friends at school. It was hard for him not just to walk over to the Gryffindor table and punch the bitch.

It really hurt when he saw Harry and Ginny kissing and Harry would keep his eyes on Draco. It was hard for Draco not to run over to Harry and just kiss him. But no matter how hard all of it seemed. It wouldn't do it. He had to keep his cool. He had a certain image to obtain. If anyone was going to crack, it wouldn't be him. It would have to be Harry.

There was a knock on the door, but the blonde didn't pay any attention to it. He could hear the door opening and closing. Why doesn't anyone just leave me the hell alone! He could hear someone start to walk towards him. GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!

Draco felt someone sit down beside him. You can't make me look at you, I won't talk to you, all you're going to do is waste your breath. Draco could feel someone wrap their arms around him and hug him. Oh Merlin, please don't touch me with your filthy hands.

He could hear the person beside him whisper out, "Draco?" Shit, it's Pansy. What in the fucking hell do you want now? Draco continued to ignore her. She began to whisper, "Draco, please just look at me…" Why, why should I look at you? She said sternly, "I want you to look at me so I can see what is going through your mind, Draco!" What, now you can fucking read minds?

Draco looked up at her anyway. When she finally saw his eyes she could see loads of anger, but behind that there was nothing but hurt. Happy now bitch? I looked at you. Pansy didn't realize what all of the hurt was from. She thought that Draco was hurting because they had broken it off. What in the hell? Why are you looking at me like that?

Pansy leaned over towards Draco. She pressed a light kiss on his lips. What in the fuck is she doing? Draco pulled away from her. He gave her a glare. Seeing that he was now even more pissed she knew what she had done, wasn't the right thing to do. God, please, just go away. I don't want you of all people here. "I…I… um… I'm sorry, Draco. I just thought that well,…"

"You thought what? That I was still in love with you? That I actually did love you? That I cared for you?" Draco let out a cold laugh.

Pansy looked up at Draco; tears began to form in her eyes. She whispered out, "You don't have to be so cruel do you?"

"Yes. You damned well know it too!"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean," Draco said not really caring to hear what she was about to say.

Pansy let out a deep sigh and continued to say, "I loved you, Draco. I still love you. I care about you. When I see you like this… it hurts me too."

"Then don't look at me."

"Draco don't…" Pansy said as she began to sob heavily.

"Don't what? Don't tell you that I don't love you? Well guess what Pansy, I DON'T LOVE YOU!"

"Draco please…"

"PANSY! I DON'T LOVE YOU. I CAN'T LOVE YOU!" After hearing what had just came out of his mouth, it had just sounded all to familiar.

"I love you, Draco."

"NO! don't… just… just go!"

Pansy stood up and ran out of the room. Draco leaned back against the wall, he brought his knees up to his face, and began to cry again. What if this is how Harry feels? What if he really doesn't love me at all? What if he really doesn't want to see me again? What if he really can't love me? What if he feels for me how I feel for Pansy? What if I was just his escape? What if Harry really does hate me? '

Then you would die.' said a little voice in the back of Draco's mind.

'But he loves me.'

'How can you be so sure?'

'I just know that he loves me.'

'What how you love Pansy?'

'No, he really does love me.'

'How would you know, you've never felt love.'

'I just know that he does.'

'How Draco? What makes you think that he could ever love you?'

'His eyes… the way that he looked at me… he has to love me…'

Draco stood up, walked back over to his bed, stuck his hand underneath the bedding, and pulled out a very small book. The book was about the size of Draco's palm and it kind of looked like his journal, but it was just so much smaller. Draco pulled his wand out of his back pocket, pointed it at the small book and said, "Engorgio!"

The book in Draco's hand grew. Until it looked just like his journal. Actually it was his journal. Draco sat down on his bed. He placed the book on the bed beside him. He leaned over towards his night stand and wrapped his fingers around a quill and an ink bottle.

' I just don't know anymore. I love him so much. I want to be with him, but he's already moved on. I just want to be able to hold him again. To love him again. I just want to be able to call him my Harry again. There are just so many feelings going through me, and I just don't know what to do. I want to run up to him and just kiss him, but I don't want to be turned away either. It started off as just sex, but then it became making love. Oh Merlin. What have I done. I've fallen in love with a man. I've fallen in love with the one guy that I'm supposed to hate. If he only knew how my heart cries out for him… how I long just for one more kiss with him… one more shag. I miss the feeling of his warmth against me. I miss his soft lips on mine. I miss the roughness in his desires and need for pleasure. I miss his cute smile. I miss his brilliant green eyes. I just miss him.

This just sucks. He knows that I love him. How can he do this to me? I would have given him my heart. I don't understand. If he didn't like me, then why spend all that time with me? Why did he give me those looks? Why did his eyes say that he likes me? If he loves me, then why is he with her? Who gave her the permission to come into our lives and screw it all up? Why does he have to like her? I can't believe I'm letting myself sound like this. I should move on. I can find a new bloke just like that. But the only problem is, I don't want a new bloke, I want him.

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Glistening blue eyes looked up from the book. They looked over at the raven-haired boy sitting beside her. Her eyes stared pointedly up and down his small yet strong fame. She bit her lips and wondered what he tasted like. She removes her hand from his, and drops it down to his lap. He jumped and looked up into her innocent eyes. A somewhat seemingly innocent smile spreads throughout her face.

Harry looks down at the hand now resting in his lap, slowly beginning to massage him. Harry looks back over at her. He can't help but to let a smile grow across his face also. Ginny throws her books down carelessly and leans in towards the raven-haired boy trapped beneath her. Her soft lips came down hard onto Harry's.

He was in surprise. Just a moment ago he was thinking of how he wanted nothing more than just to be making out with Draco. Now, here is his best mate's little sister straddling him. Harry knew that he had already blown his chances with Draco, so he might as well mess around with Ginny while he can.

When he began to kiss her back roughly, she shoved him further into his seat. She bit her now swollen lip as she looked down at him. As she leaned in for another taste of him, she began to grind her hips into his swelling pride. The harder he kissed her, the harder she rubbed herself into him. The green-eyed wonder couldn't help but to moan out against her mouth.

The seductive red-head leaned back away from him and gave him a lustful smile. That smile reminded him of someone… Oh shit… Draco. Draco smiles like that after we make out. Draco gives me that look when he wants to fuck my brains out…

Ginny jumped off Harry's lap. She began to walk away, but stopped. She turned around and held her hand out for him to grab. Once his hand became laced with hers, she took off. She turned around and flashed him the most devilish smile she could. She raced up the stairs with him right behind her. There was only one thing on her mind…

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Pale fingers were desperately trying to undo the front of his pants. They were just too tight. He needed some freedom and breathing room. Finally the button came lose. He kicked his pants off of himself. He jumped on top of his bed. He slowly began to let his fingers explore himself. The blonde's body began to quiver as his hand roamed every part of him.

Thoughts and images of Harry kept filling his mind as he stroked himself. Draco kept playing the image of Harry sucking him off over and over again in his mind. He kept picturing those green eyes looking up at him. He kept thinking of the warmth of Harry. He kept thinking of the way that Harry would let his tongue wonder all over his cock.

Draco began to rub his thumb across the slit of his head. He bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning out. He began to picture Harry standing before him, begging him to take him. He pictured him smiling with those lips. Those full red lips that like to wrap around my throbbing cock. Those lips that hide that tongue that runs up and down my length, making me beg for more.

As his hands circled around his cock and continued to grasp and squeeze, moans started to escape from his pink lips. He kept pretending that was Harry's hand on him instead of his own. A layer of sweat slowly began to appear on Draco's tainted flesh. His chest began to rise and fall.

His hand began to pump up and down. Slowly he began to buck his hips up into his hand. He could feel his release coming. He could feel it growing closer. Draco was picturing Harry jerking him off like he did the other day. Draco rolled his head to the side and bit his lip. He could feel the pressure is his lower stomach building. Draco lowered his other hand down to balls and began to roll them around in his hand.

He felt like he was going to explode. Only one name was going through his mind… Harry! Harry! Oh FUCK HARRY!… yes…please…baby…oh god… Harry…

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Red vevlet curtains are slowly drawn closed. She crawled over the bed to where he was sitting. Ginny climbed on top of him. She was sitting on top of his lap. Their faces were even. It made every so much easier this way. Once again plump intoxicating lips were pressed against his. She started nibbling on his bottom lip begging him for entrance into his warm mouth. As he let her in he could taste strawberries and chocolate. Harry could feel Ginny slowly rocking her hips into his. He could feel the fire in his lower stomach growing with each rock. Harry could feel himself growing hungry for Ginny's touch.

She shoved him backwards. He was now laying, with her straddling him. Ginny leaned down and planted another kiss on him. Her small hands slowly began tracing up and down his chest. Her slim fingers began undo the buttons to his shirt. Once his skin was exposed, Ginny took full advantage. She began to leave little kisses all over his tanned chest. As he went back up for another kiss, her hand went down and began to play with his nipples.

"Harry…Harry… I want to feel you Harry. I want you to touch me Harry. I want you to bring the flush to my face. I want to kiss you hard. I want you to make me scream. I want to feel you inside of me, Harry. I want you to push my legs apart. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want to feel you pushing inside of me. I need to feel you in me. I need to feel you cum in me. I need you to make me scream out your name. I need you to fuck me Harry."

Green eyes suddenly flashed from lust to fear. Harry didn't want this. Yes, he had wanted to make out with Ginny and maybe do a little more, but he had never thought of doing this with her. Oh shit. She wants me to fuck her. She needs to feel me. I don't want to feel her. I want to feel Draco. I want to scream out Draco's name. I want to fuck Draco, not her. Yet, I have never really been with a girl. I've never really had a girl beg me to fuck them senseless. I wonder what Ginny feels like. I want how she would look beneath me, begging me, to make her cum. Oh gods, she's Ron's sister. He'd kill me. He'd kill me if I slept with her.

"Please, Harry, fuck me." Screw Ron. If he was me and he could, he would. But I still love Draco…

As she gazed into his eyes she saw so many different emotions going through him. She could she lust, love, hatred, want, confusion, sadness, anger, and she could she him hurting. Ginny leaned down into him and placed a small kiss on his scar. "What's wrong, Har?"

"It's just…well, that I've never done this before…"

Ginny couldn't help but to smile at his innocence. Her smile reminded Harry of Draco. Draco smiled at him like that right before they used to mess around. Harry shook his head to get the images of Draco out of his mind. Harry could feel little nibbles on his ear. He could feel her kissing his neck. He could feel her nuzzling against him. Draco used to do that…Draco used to kiss me like that…

"Don't worry…I've done this before…you can just sit back and relax…and of course enjoy yourself," Ginny whispered against his ear.

Harry looked up at her with confusion. He was floored. He thought that he was going to be Ginny's first. Nobody had ever mention to him that Ginny had had sex. Although those thoughts were being pushed from his mind by Ginny's hand slowly undressing herself. He was put into a trance as her hand slowly slipped each button through its loop.

Pushing her hands aside, Harry continues to undress her. Her sweet intoxicating lips once again pressed against his. He leaned back against his bed dragging her down with him. As Harry's hands slowly began to wonder over her body, Ginny began to strip Harry's shirt off of him. The touch of her skin was soft and smooth. When his icy cold fingers ran across her skin it made her moan. Ginny's hands skimmed Harry's stomach down to were Harry's belt was and unhooked it. Ginny wanted to giggle at Harry's innocence.

Harry rolled them over. He gazed down into her eyes. He couldn't see anything but pure lust. He figured there was no reason not to let her have what see wanted. Swirl tongues of lust met once again. He began moaning out as Ginny's hand glided over the soft fabric that was hiding his arousal. Ginny pulled away from Harry's kiss. She wanted to look into Harry's beautiful eyes. With her legs, Ginny slowly guided Harry's pants off of him.

Harry let his hand fall onto Ginny's back once again and undid the clasp on her bra. His fingers returned to the front and brushed over Ginny's nipples and she made a soft, quiet noise in the back of her throat.

Shyly, Harry begins to rub his quivering hand inbetween Ginny's freckled legs. He slid Ginny's silk panties off of her. He began to run his hands over the insides of Ginny's thighs. Ginny gasped when Harry's talented fingers ran across her clitoris. Becoming restless Ginny flipped herself on top of Harry.

Ginny pushed herself against him. She wanted him. Ginny slowly slid herself down onto Harry engulfing him in her heat. Harry let out a breathy moan as he felt her grind against him. Harry groaned, loudly this time as she slid herself up and down his shaft. Harry squinted his eyes in pleasure. When he glanced back up at Ginny, she almost for a split second looked like Draco.

Oh Gods Draco. Draco's pale, musclure body. Harry began to picture that it was Draco riding him, Draco pleasuring his throbbing member. Harry moaned again, feeling Ginny slowly slide on him.

He took hold of the back of Ginny's head and brought her down into a passionate kiss. As their tongues began to dance in lust, Draco pushed his way into Harry's mind. Harry nibbled on her lip, as though he was nibbling on Draco's. Ginny rubbed her hands up and down Harry's back in a soothing manner as she gently pushed herself back down on him harder this time. Harry trembled.

As Harry grabbed onto Ginny's slim hips, he imagied that he was holding on to Draco. Shoving Draco down onto his wanting cock. Harry's body was finally moving at the same needful pace as Ginny. Ginny began bouncing uncontrollably on him. Causing him to groan out at the new irregularity.

He rolled himself on top of her. He began to thrust into her hardly, pushing her against the bed. He want to feel Draco again. He wanted to pretend he was fucking Draco once again. He grabbed her legs and shoved them apart further. He wanted to be as deep in her as he could. He wanted to feel his cock rubbing against Draco's prostate.

"Oh God, Oh God, OH GOD!" Ginny began screaming.

As she came her muscles tightened around him. Harry still thrusting into her pretending that it was Draco's ass cried out. Harry felt himself shoot into Ginny. His breaths now erratic. He laid down on top of her, and slowly let him the thoughts of Draco leave his mind.

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Oh he was fucking pissed. He couldn't believe what he just saw.

There he was laying on his bed getting ready to take a nap when those two had to come in. It was bad enough that they had to make out in front of everyone in the Common Room, but no, here they are going at it again. He was sickened by the sight of Harry and Ginny making out. Touching each other. But this just drew the fucking line. The making out was bad enough, now they were fucking each other!

He was pissed. He was pissed at Ginny for having sex with other people. He was pissed at Ginny for having sex with god knows who all of those other people were. He couldn't believe that his sister was a tramp. He was pissed at Ginny because she caused his best friend to have sex before him. He was pissed at Ginny because her and Harry had had sex one week into their relationship. God don't they have any morals? What happened to waiting to get to know each other? Or is it fuck now, ask questions later?

He was pissed at Harry for fucking his baby sister. I can't fucking believe him. It's one thing to makeout in front of me. I can't believe he shoved himself inside of her. And then her liking it, and begging him for more. Fuck it all! I can't believe that he has been going out with her for a week and got laid. I can't fucking believe that Harry had gotten laid before me.

It's not his fault though. Harry had fallen for Ginny's trap and slept with her, like all of the other poor idiots.

Fucking Hermione. Hermione wouldn't go past second and sometimes when I'm every lucky third base. Hermione wouldn't have sex with him.

To hell with it. I'm a fucking pervert. I just watched his baby sister and his best friend fuck. I watched him slid in and out of her. I watched her blush. I watched him breath deeply. I watch the way he touched her so needingly. I fucking got a hard on while watching them. I touched myself, pretending that I was fucking Ginny. She's my sister, but she just looked so damn hot. I touched myself, pretending that Harry was fucking my ass.

I'm pissed off. I liked watching them. I'm sick.

To be Continued...

Author's Note: Yes, I know. Draco and Harry. Don't worry, they'll get together. And yes, Ron is a very dirty, little boy :D