"Potter if your going to stare at least be subtle about it" he drawled, his trademark sneer gracing his sharp features.

I felt the heat rise up on my neck and cheeks "I wasn't staring! You
wish" I retorted shamefully.

Hermione and Ron backed me up and threw their share of retorts at the bored blonde. He didn't care about what they had to say, he was superier to them. Malfoy had his hard glare of steel focused on the back of my head and I was tempted to scratch at it, like an insect bite flaring red and burning the skin. I focused on the notes in front of me, I liked charms. But I hated the theory lessons. It was a bludge and I needed that these days, but Flitwick had us printing 200 word paragraphs every spare moment. Its not like what we are learning is important. Enchanting a cup to sing the alphabet wasn't exactly rocket science. Ron occasionally looked over my shoulder to see if he had written something close to mine. Hermione had finished her paragraph before me and was running her hand up and down her little brown quill. Pens were so much easier to write with but quills were so out of the ordinary that I loved them. I was so surprised when Ron said he could actually read my chicken scrawl. A sudden bump in my chair lurched my quill to scrawl a sloppy line across the page. I turned and looked at Malfoy angrily who smirked.
He knew I couldnt say anything without getting points deducted from
Gryffindor, I had learnt that last lesson. I would get him after class.

"Finish your sentence and hand in your paragraphs" Flitwick squeaked.

A resounding bunch of shuffling and whispering hit the walls and I
muttered the spell to clean up the huge messy line. I wished there was a spell to do that with feelings to. While everyone was finishing up I glanced back at Malfoy. The same cocky grin was on his face and he mouthed 'fuck off'. Ron picked up my paragraph and groaned.

"Damn it, I repeated a line twice" he grumbled and turned to ask
Hermione to fix it.

She scoffed at him and I couldn't help smiling "we learnt how to remove ink and mistakes from essays in second year!"

Ron sputtered on words before he gave a very cracked "yeah, well..."

I laughed and did it for him, it wasn't hard to remember but Ron was so slow when it came remembering simple things. But every time he was Ron it confirmed just why we were friends.

"Of course Weasel has to get Pothead to do everything for him because Mudbloods fingers are to dirty for the clean page" Malfoy snorted.

Red hot fire bubbled under my skin and all I wanted to do was smash
Malfoys head into the suddenly friendly wall behind his head. Ron had already beaten me to it and I didn't have the restraint to hold him back. Ron pushed out of his chair and leapt cleanly onto Malfoys, making it crash onto the wall and Malfoys head bounced off it like a tennis ball.

"Take it back!" Ron growled, holding Malfoys throat tightly.

Everyone was watching except for Flitwick who was still collecting papers, blatantly ignoring the scene. Malfoys face was turning purple and Hermione was using her counselling skills to try and soothe Ron. I certainly wasn't going to stop Ron, Malfoy deserved this punishment.

"Ron, calm down. Do you want points deducted from your house? And a few detentions WITH Malfoy?" That eased Rons grip and Malfoy took it
gratefully and feebly tried to push Ron off him.

But Ron was huge compared to the small blonde boy and I knew I had to step in for the sake of Rons future weekend nights. I pried Rons fingers off Malfoys neck, they came off like sticky gel. Obedient but leaving traces behind. Malfoy had big red fingermarks on his neck and was breathing obscenely loud.

"Wheres your thank you?" Hermione snapped when Malfoy scowled and
started swearing under his breathe to Zabini.

Ron was still sitting on Malfoys desk and Flitwick squeaked in surpise "Mr Weasly, get off the school tables unless you want 10 points deducted!"

Ron was still half annoyed that he didn't get to kill Malfoy and slid obediently into his seat, not looking at either of us. We knew that when the bell went he'd be fine again, he just needed to cool down.

"I can't believe you guys stopped me from ridding the world of evil!" Ron yelled angrily 20 minutes later when class finished.

"Killing Malfoy would get you nowhere but into Azkaban" Hermione argued and I mutely agreed.

"I would be a god in the eyes of those helpless Huffelpuffs if I had
finished him off!" he protested.

Hermione snorted "Hufflepuffs aren't that helpless against Malfoy".

I disagreed on that point and noticed that unwelcoming feeling of
something missing and I saw my charms book wasn't in my hands.

"Oh crap I forgot my charms book, I'll be back in a sec" I ran back to the classroom and was freaked by the stillness, no one was left and no one was in the surrounding hallways.

The desk I had been sitting at didn't have my text book, but I was sure I had it for class and I certainly didn't leave with it. I searched high and low around the huge room but couldn't find it anywhere. My palms were starting to sweat, Flitwick wasn't very accepting about losing books. I would just report it to the staff later, or just pay for it at the library. I shuddered and walked out of the disapointing room and jumped when I saw Malfoy leaning causually against the wall. Marks were still on his neck but besides that he looked like nothing had happened. But it did look like he had female company in the last 5 minutes from the way his hair was jutted out precariously and his silvery eyes were bright and excited.

"Potter...." he smirked and flicked some hair out of his eyes.

It was a reflex to beware a Malfoy when he looked to happy "Malfoy..." I stood warily a good distance from him.

Malfoy chuckled at the way I had mocked his word and his eyes seemed
more brilliant than before "what are you doing here Potter?"

"Trying to find my charms book" I hissed and noticed him move the book in his hands MY textbook! "Hey, give that back!" I ordered.

Malfoy laughed "give me something in return" he bartered.

Now Rons actions were very tempting "what could I possibly give you that you don't already have?"

I took a step towards him and held my hand out, palm up. Malfoy lazily got off the wall and stepped to me, looking at my hand like it was an offering. His excited silver eyes met mine and there was something off about the way he was staring. He got closer until he was in my personal space and only a few bare inches away from my face.

"Is that your offering?" he breathed, anticipation dripping.

My palms were sweating up again and I wiped them on my pants, trying not to let my nerves show. Why was he acting so strange?

"Is what my offering?" I was getting confused.

He scoffed and looked at me like I was niave, he circled around until he was behind me. My breathing was becomming uncontollably loud and I was wondering what was happening to me. I shouldn't have stayed motionless because next thing I knew he pushed me hard into the wall. My head hit the wall with a sickening thump and I groaned at the pain. I felt dizzy and was seeing too many Malfoys, all advancing on me. When everything started focussing properly he smirked in a 'welcome back' type of way. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and I yelped as he pulled me forward.

"I accept your offering" he growled into my ear.

The pain was distracting me but nothing distracted me more when he was suddenly pushing his lips onto mine forcefully. I feebly attempted at pushing his body off me. What was he doing?

"Malfoy" I groaned against his lips, pushing harder and whincing at the effort.

Malfoy growled angrily and pushed me closer to his lips so my teeth were nearly splitting my lip. I was beyond shocked that my mortal enemy was placing a forced and heated kiss onto my lips. I shuddered under his rock hard grip and it started hurting so much when he tried desperately to make me comply, that I did. I hoped to God that he could detect the distaste and fury in my mouth but all to late I realised I had stopped fighting altogether. I leaned into it. He forced my mouth open and I felt his warm, wet tounge slip through my obediant lips. I didn't know what I was doing but he expected it and coaxed my tongue to play with his. I groaned into his mouth and tried to move my hands to around his neck. He pulled back on my hair and I whimpered against him and let my hands fall dejectedly at my side. He didn't seem to need to pull away for air but I was starting to suffocate. When everything started to get a little starry and blurry he withdrew his lips and tongue. I shuddered and my body seemed to rattle brokenly as I fought for breath that kept getting cut short when his wet lips moved across my jaw, making me moan loud enough that I thought all could hear. He unbuttoned my shirt slightly to reach my collarbone and I panted loudly when he licked, nibbled and sucked his way across the sensitive part of my upper torso. Malfoy was only driven by his hormones at this stage and in his eyes was no reasoning or hesitancy.

"Tell me you want this" he commanded, eyes deadly commanding one answer only.

His question gave me time to focus and without his lips to drive away my sanity I felt the sense of wrongness "I don't want this" I remembered, like rehearsed lines the words seeming robotic.

He furrowed his eyes in surprise and I hastily pushed him away, fighting the urge to go back and hit him. Standing 7 steps away from him the heat rushed to my cheeks and my neck. Malfoy looked murderous.

"W-what was that exactly?" I stammered at him nervously.

He narrowed his silver eyes and they almost glittered maliciously "You wouldn't understand Potter" he spat and started walking away,
something was lost in his step.

My charms book was open on the floor and I numbly picked it up. I was still semi- hard and the friction against my pants was painful, just like the memory playing in my head. I was itching to do something about my problem before I went back to Hermione and Ron but they would know something was up. I couldn't just say 'yeah, my mortal enemy Malfoy pretty much admitted he wants to fuck me by fucking various parts of my mouth and colarbone'. Yeah, that wouldn't go down well with Ron, especially knowing I hadn't resisted problem in my pants was dying down as I trained my thoughts onto something other than Malfoy. I walked the opposite way away from Hermione and Ron and towards what I knew was a safe place to be alone. The grounds.

"That was disturbing" I shuddered to myself as i sat in front of the fattest tree so no one could see me.

Since when have I had good luck.

Light barely noticable noise from feet on wet grass pricked my senses and I thanked quiditch as I turned to see my intruder "Malfoy?!"

He sneered and stood above me "I wasnt going to leave you without getting what you offered" he tugged at the cloak hanging on my shoulder, motioning for me to stand.

I didnt follow his orders "what was that Malfoy? Since when do you like shagging innocent boys?" i retorted, trying to ignore the flush creeping up my cheeks.

His hand wrapped firmly around my arm and yanked me up harshly "shut that pottymouth of your Pothead" he ordered before releasing me and backing me to the tree "I think you like feeling weak Pothead. I think you like feeling violated. I think you like me being in your face all the time" he smirked and brought his lips to my ear as I tried to worm away from him "I think you want me to fuck you".

I coughed on the air i was breathing in and moved from under him, in a good distance away from where he could touch me "stop mistaking fantasy from reality" I spat.

Malfoy edged closer again and I unwillingly stayed put until he was again too close, my feet refused to move "I dont believe in fantasy when I can easily take what I want when I want it" he smirked and held one of my arms down on the tree "I dont see you running away?"

My thoughts were clouded when I was in the same proximaty as lips that made me moan and my pants tighten "your holding me down" i responded half heartedly "why your enemy?"

His face went cold and the silver turned to steel blue of no emotion, it disapeared as soon as it appeared and he touched my jaw "I want to break the Golden Boy" he murmered.

The words made me feel weak and pathetic. Like I wasnt a person but a plate he wanted to smash into peices. It brought back my reasoning.

"Fuck off Malfoy!" I growled and brought my free fist up to meet his jaw.

He staggered back and I launched myself past him and sprinted through the grounds trying to reach the safe cove of the castle but felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my legs and I went sprawling to the floor. Grass and dirt bit into my skin and my foot was throbbing in pain. Malfoy flipped me over a dangerous glint in his eye. Something i shouldnt find attractive.

"Potter I will have you, maybe not yet but I can still have some fun" he demanded, bringing his leg to rest between my spread legs, pushing against my crotch pleasurebly.

I went to hit him again but he locked my hands in place at my side before first placing a chaste kiss on my lips "you know you want it as bad as I do" he smirked once before he attached his lips on me again.

2 minutes was all I lasted before i started pushing back on his lips. It didnt feel like he was close enough. I needed him closer. He freed my hands when he knew I was kissing him back and i instantly grabbed his silky blonde hair and demanded his every brwath to be wasted on my mouth. His tongue toured my mouth and ran around mine making me shiver and massage mine against his. His hands creeped to my stomach drawing small circles and making goosebumps rise in his fingers wake. His cold fingers creeped lower only just brushing the line where my pants started. I groaned and begged into his mouth.

"Knew you did..."

His skilled hands went into my pants and I shuddered as they went lower, lower. He already knew just how hard I was. How could he not when it was pressing into his leg? In one smooth motion he grabbed my cock and squeezed it. My hips bucked up as a reaction to his cold fingers around my erection. He snickered and nibbled on my neck while his hand started pumping me slwoly and agonizingly. The quote 'pain is pleasure' fit the situation. My breathing became increasingly shorter and I was moaning and grunting every time he moved up and down my length. I was peaking my orgasm

"I need you to cum into my hand" Malfoy moaned into my ear making it happen faster for me.

My orgasm came shattering around me and in a shudder and silent scream I became spent. My breathing was off pattern and almost non existent. He slowed down the process and kept his eyes trained on my dazed expression.

"Fantasy no more" he smiled slightly, something that shocked me.

He kissed my cheeck, pulled his hand out of my pants and tucked in my shirt "see you around Pothead".