This is my first time uploading to fanfic. I usually fulfill my little shipper heart's desire by reading. Anyways, here goes. I do not own the rights to Harry Potter.

Need.

Draco was always one to be sure of himself and everyone knew it. He was a leader. Draco's confidence could be seen from a mile away. His confidence was intimidating. You could see it in his stone grey eyes, in his walk, in just about everything he did.

But lately, Draco hadn't been feeling well. It wasn't anything physical, of course. His soul was yearning something. Something Draco couldn't pinpoint. As the days passed, Draco became more and more frustrated.

This has never happened to me before. I always know what I want, and I always get it.

It was consuming Draco, little by little. And the people around him were beginning to notice. Instead of his usual menacing look, Draco's features were that of confusion and need. He slumped when he walked around, and his eyes were red and sleep-deprived. This need of his was keeping him awake at night, he couldn't concentrate, he stopped talking to his so-called friends, and he wouldn't even look at food.

What the hell is it that I need? It's clearly gonna be no issue getting it. Dad will buy it for me, no problem, IF I COULD ONLY JUST FIGURE IT OUT.

It was a warm night in autumn, and thoughts like these had completely taken over Draco's mind. Everyone was asleep, except him. He lay in bed eyes closed, head pounding and mind racing. Suddenly the distraught boy's eyes shot open.

Weasley! I overheard Potter talking to the ginger once about that one thing that could tell you your deepest and most desperate desire or whatever. What was it.. A MIRROR. Yes. That's it! The Mirror of Erised! ..who knew those two fools would ever come in handy.

The Slytherin sprung out of bed in a matter of seconds, and ran for his cloak. His invisibility cloak, to be exact. Yeah, money and power can get you just about anything. He draped it over his head, and noticed how soft it felt against his nude chest. Draco knew exactly how he would get the mirror. The Room of "Hidden Things". He tried to be as quiet and cautious as he could, but there was urgency in his steps. He finally arrived on the seventh floor corridor and was standing opposite the tapestry with the stupid dancing trolls. He knew what he had to do. Draco focused on the Mirror of Erised and walked past the room three times. The door appeared. His slender fingers curled around the doorknob and with a quick flick of his wrist the knob turned, opening the door and revealing the cluttered room. Draco slipped off the cloak and let it fall to the floor. Eyes, glowing with anticipation, scanned the room for the mirror as he walked briskly from place to place. In a matter of minutes, those same eyes fixated on the large intricate mirror before him.

Holding his breath, Draco stepped closer and stared at the Mirror of Erised. He saw only himself. His bare shoulders glistened with nervous beads of sweat, his sleek blond hair in a tousled mess.

The boy had been so focused on himself, he was startled by the figure that appeared behind him in the mirror.

It was a boy. Not just any boy, but Harry Potter.

Draco suddenly realized what he so desperately longed for, as Harry placed a slow, tender kiss on his exposed neck.

This is definitely something money can't buy.