Draco's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he tasted the bitter drops of pre cum slide onto his tongue as his kiss swollen lips slowly took the cherry red head of a cock into his mouth. He sucked languidly concentrating on his task, and reveling in the delicious sounds his lover was making. He placed one hand on the tanned, and firm thigh next to his face, and reached the other one down to lightly fondle, and caress his partners balls. He hummed in delight as he felt the tensing of the boy under his ministrations, and gulped reflexively as strings of pearly white fluid slid down his throat, the sensations causing him to come himself without even being touched. He slowly got up to bend down, and place a kiss on his lover's lips letting him taste himself on his tongue.

Draco bolted upright in his bed, cold sweat running down his face and body. He looked down, and groaned as he felt his sticky semen coating the lower half of his body, and his sheets.

He remembered himself screaming in horror the first time he had a dream like that, but now the shock wasn't as bad, instead it was replaced by a minimal frustration, and a terrible longing. It wasn't the gay part of the dream that had horrified him the first time having long ago realized his preferences for his own sex. No, it was the other person in his dream that had shocked him so much. He was frustrated, because the amazing boy that had captivated his mind for nights on end night was none other than the previous bane of his existence, Harry Potter.

Draco quietly spelled away the mess covering his sheets, and silently stole away to his bathroom in his private head boy's quarters.

As he showered he reflected on his dream. He cursed as he realized he was getting hard again, and refusing to wank off to the image of Potter. He turned on the water to freezing, and after about five minutes, got out.

This is ridiculous Draco thought in agitation. I've always gotten everything I've ever wanted! As much as he was loathe to admit it, he wanted Potter, badly. Every class with him was horrible. He had to force himself not to stare at him, and practically pounce on him, even in the middle of bloody potions he wanted to ravish the raven haired boy! But, what was even worse, was that he was actually beginning to want the Gryffindor for even more than just his body. He could admit that Potter was hot, there was no denying it. And he wouldn't have been so upset if it had just been teenage lust. But no, he was actually developing, oh Merlin, a crush on his old enemy.

Draco pulled at his platinum blond hair in frustration, and then let it fall loosely around his face. Walking over to the mirror, he began to slowly run a comb through his damp hair. As he looked at himself he came to a decision, Malfoy name be damned. It had lost most of its prestige after the war anyway. He wanted Potter, and it was Potter that he was more than determined to get.

All he needed was a plan, and the beautiful boy that had captivated him would soon be his, and only his because he hated to share. Smirking at the thought of capturing the unaware boy, Draco wrapped the towel tighter around his waist, and exited the bathroom.

-x-x-x-

Draco entered the great hall next to Blaise, eyes scanning the room in search of his prey. Something dangerous flashed in his liquid mercury gaze for a brief second that would have had any first year quivering in fear. As he sat down, he continued to study the happily chatting raven haired beauty across the hall, until he, feeling the gaze of someone on him, lifted his bright emerald eyes up to lock with Draco's.

Draco began his took the chance to begin his plan instantly, licking his lips suggestively before sending Harry a coy wink. The Gryffindor stared back, eyes wide in confusion, with a light blush gracing his cheeks before turning back to his breakfast quickly.

Draco smirked, chuckling quietly to himself earning a sideways glance form his best friend.

"I have a plan, Blaise." He said casually, taking a sip from his Pumpkin juice as he allowed his eyes to seek out the Gryffindor again.

Blaise looked at him fully this time, intrigued, "Another one of your famous plans, do tell."

"I want something." Draco began, ignoring Pansy's attempts at sending him smoldering looks. Really, the girl just didn't know when someone wasn't interested.

Blaise shrugged, "Then buy it." He said simply, taking a bite of his toast.

Draco rolled his eyes at his friend, "You obviously lack the proper skills to think on a more then simplistic level this early in the morning if you can't realize that I wouldn't need a plan for something I wanted if it was as simple as just buying it."

Blaise scowled lightly, before grinning, "Well, I'm not the one who walked into a wall one morning after a night of 'studying' with Theodore."

Draco glared, "It was a long, drunken night, and we agreed never to talk about it."

Blaise chuckled, "Fine, fine. So, what is it that you want, and what does this plan entail?"

"I want someone." Draco said, mulling over whether or not his friend would actually take him seriously.

"Oh?" Blaise asked with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"I want Harry Potter."

Blaise stared back at him, seemingly emotionless before he spoke, a light smirk on his face. "I knew all those fights the two of you had had to have some kind of sexual tension behind them."

Draco sighed, "Yes, well I'm not so sure it was on both sides, Potter's probably too innocent to know what sexual tension is."

"Well, knowing you I'm sure he's going to find out."

The blond smirked, "Of course, Harry's not going to know what hit him."

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