Passionate Fire

By: blackwidow10

"talking" 'thinking'

Chapter 1 - Draco's POV

Oh great, I'm doing it again. Staring at him from across the Great Hall. Focus, Draco! No, not on him! Force yourself to look away, there you go, look down at your plate, pick up your fork - no, that's a spoon - now, try to look like your hungry and want to eat. Put on that Malfoy mask and ignore everyone but yourself. And definitely do NOT think about that little pink tongue of his, and how it would feel in your mouth, or how those teeth would deliciously tease you by nibbling your skin...

Well, that certainly did not help matters. Bad enough that I woke up from yet another on of those dreams, resulting in the need for a very, very cold shower, but now I'm suffering from an un-needed and slightly painful arousal at the breakfast table. And all because he licked his lips! Granted, they do look highly delectable, I wouldn't mind - no, Draco, stop!

I really should quit gazing at him like a star-struck lover, what if he looks this way? 'You mean like he is now?' Oh crap, look away, Draco, look away!

Great, he's spotted me looking. Nice one, Draco! Get caught eyeing the enemy!

Damn him. The ringleader of the bloody Golden Trio. The Boy-Who-Refuses-To-Just-Keel-Over-And-Die-Already. Potter. Why, oh why, did I pick him? When I could have any girl in the school, (or guy, for that matter), I choose Harry-fucking-Potter. I've fought with him for years, annoyed him to no end, taunted his best friend Weasel for being dirt-poor, and his other friend Granger for being a Mudblood. When did my feelings change?

'They never did. It's always been this way.' Damn voices in my head. But is that true? Yeah, it is. At first, I was just looking for friendship. And he turned me down. Then he became a goody-goody Gryffindor. But haven't I always been the one looking for fight, just to be close to him? And haven't I always taunted him about his family and friends just to see his face flush and his beautiful Avada Kedavra-green eyes light up with a passionate angry fire? Yes, I have.

But, he's untouchable. I have strict orders from daddy Death Eater dearest to make his life a living hell. And besides, he hates me. Doesn't he? Wait, he was looking over here. Hey, there, he did it again! He looked at me!

Gee, Draco, way to sound like an obnoxious giggling school girl. I've been hanging around Pansy too long. Note to self: find Blaise to hang around with later instead of Parkinson.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Hey, he glanced over again! Focus, Draco, look away.

Although, doesn't a Malfoy always get what wants? Of course we do. And right now, I want Harry Potter. Scary thought, eh?

Screw daddy's orders. I'll get what I want.

Wait, he's getting up. He's leaving. Calm, Draco, wait a few moments. Now follow him. Excuse yourself from the table, get up gracefully, walk through the doors.

"Potter!"

He stopped. Could he turn around any slower? Keep walking towards him...

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

Hey, no need to get snippy. Now, Draco, grab him by the shirt collar, push him up against that wall right there. Forcefully. Let him know you like it rough.

"What do I want? Why, Potter, I want you."

One of my best lines, if I do say so myself. Now for the kiss! Oh gods, his lips are so soft. C'mon Draco, don't hold back, this might be the only chance you get! Hey...wait...is he...is he kissing back?! He is! Holy shit, now it's even better! Focus, Draco. And this time focus on him. Slide your tongue across his bottom lip. I want in! In more ways than one... Wow, that was quick. Maybe I'm not the only one with some hidden feelings around here. And, hello! So, he's added his delightful little tongue too, huh? Oh gods, this is better than in those dreams...did he just moan? What a wonderful sound.

Ok, now, pull back slowly. Damn, but I don't want to. 'Hello, people could walk by!' And why wasn't I worried about that before? Oh yeah, cause I was making out with Harry Potter, which is enough to make anyone's mind go blank.

Oh, just look at him. He sure looks thoroughly snogged. When did he put his hands in my hair? It feels nice...

And, what do you know, that passionate fire is in his eyes again, just how I like them. Though, he looks far from angry...