Real or Fake?

Harry was alone for once, Hermione having dragged Ron to the library to work on a group project in Herbology that was due three months from then.

Ron had protested, saying that since it was September and the weather was oddly nice (Well, nice enough for Scotland in September), they should enjoy the weather while it lasted.

Harry had to agree, the day was perfect and he felt sorry for Ron and gladder than ever he was working with Neville.

As he had nothing better to do, he decided to go sit by the Great Lake for a bit and read before he would go off to find someone who wasn't working, in part because he knew that Seamus was in detention for having blown up who-knew-what in the greenhouse again, Dean and Neville were helping clean up Seamus's mess and Ginny and Luna were still in class so there weren't many options for people to hang out with who wouldn’t just be trying to talk to the ‘boy who lived’.

It was also in part because sometimes it's nice to be alone for a while.

He had borrowed a book out of the library and had read a couple chapters when a shadow appeared on the page he’d been reading.

Harry looked up to find Draco standing over him.

He grinned, "Couldn't stay away, could you?"

To his surprise, Draco didn't look mad.

"No, I- I don't suppose I could," he said, his voice surprisingly soft, keeping Harry’s gaze for once.

"I can't stop thinking about you," the blonde continued, "You're everywhere I look, even when I close my eyes, there's nothing but you"

Harry was frozen in shock.

"I have dreamed of punishing you for torturing me with your flirting you know"

A distant part of Harry's brain distinctly remembered having said almost those exact words.

"Y-You're just repeating what I said to you," Harry managed to stutter out under his companion's gaze.

Malfoy smirked.

"Yep! Now you know how it feels, you bloody prick."

The Slytherin sauntered off, leaving Harry surprisingly out of breath and… excited. He waved it off as fear of Malfoy, who had after all tried to use an Unforgivable on him that one time. Of course, Harry's Sectumsempra in return probably wouldn't be very legal if the government knew about it, but that wasn't the question at hand.

It was harder to view the, er …physical… evidence as being because of fear, although a small part of Harry's brain half-remembered a muggle study Hermione had told them about, which showed that the men in their sample group were more physically turned on in the face of danger. 

Yes, that was probably it.

On a probably related note, he remembered that Hermione had cited that article as an explanation of all the danger they had faced at Hogwarts, saying that if the article was accurate, then Dumbledore was turned on 24/7 by putting students in danger on an annual scale.

Laughing about the vision of Ron's reaction to Hermione's statement momentarily made Harry forget about his encounter with Draco, but the pressing issue in his trousers brought him back to the present.

At least no one had been around to witness that embarrassment, Harry mused as he got up and walked back to the castle to take care of his… problem. He would have taken care of it in the courtyard had he had his invisibility cloak, but he hadn't bothered to bring it as it would have just kept him warm, and it was warm enough for once.

I didn't bring my cloak to keep me warm because that's your job, isn't it Draco?

Harry had automatically formulated the pick up line before he even thought about doing it.

"I'm not in love with Draco Malfoy!" he screamed into his room, which luckily was empty, as apparently Seamus's explosion was hard to clean up.

After having spelled his curtains shut and having cast Silencio three times to make sure, Harry finally pulled his robes up and unzipped his trousers before deciding to just take them completely off to get rid of the problem that, no matter how he looked at it, had been caused by Malfoy.

As he started massaging himself, he half-wondered if Draco would start replying to his pick up lines, causing Harry to step up his game, or if he would continue to keep silent.

As he was busy, it is quite understandable that he forgot about a third thing Malfoy could do.

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