Draco summoned up all his charm and gave the dark-haired Hufflepuff (a Hufflepuff! Oh, that he should be reduced to this�) the famous Malfoy smile, that trademark �I am a god. Worship me� expression that could melt ice and tighten underclothes at twenty paces. The boy laughed openly at him and walked off towards the bar, leaving Draco seething with fury and frustration. This sort of thing shouldn�t be allowed; it was just not on. He was Draco Malfoy, for God�s sake, the Sex Symbol of Slytherin. Girls tore at their clothes in his presence, threw themselves at his feet daily. Straight boys made exceptions for him. He had always known that he could have anyone he wanted. Which was why not being wanted by anyone had come as a bit of a shock to his system.
Not to mention the deprivation. Draco slunk lower in his seat and eyed a pair of snogging Gryffindors at the next table with extreme disfavour. It just wasn�t fair. He picked at the paper label on his bottle of Butterbeer, tearing off scraps and rolling them into balls. It wasn�t fair that the Three Broomsticks wouldn�t serve anything stronger to Hogwarts students, despite the fact that Draco had turned eighteen last week. It wasn�t fair that his father had vanished on another of his mysterious �business trips� and forgotten to send Draco a present. And it really, really wasn�t fair that every single student in the school � bar one � was currently refusing to sleep with him.
Draco glowered out at the pub in general. It wasn�t as if he wanted some kind of relationship, or even anything disturbingly kinky (although he wouldn�t say no if kinkiness was offered, he was a Slytherin after all). He just wanted sex, good old meaningless sex. Preferably before he exploded or boiled in his own juices or something. It had been nearly three months since he�d gotten any, and Draco, used to instant gratification, was starting to feel like his skin was three sizes too small.
It was horrible. It was just too frustrating for words. Draco had started finding all sorts of inanimate objects disturbingly arousing. He couldn�t even look at the Slytherin House badge without having to go and have a lie down. Among other things.
He was desperate. Witness his attempt to ensnare the Hufflepuff. If this went on much longer he would find himself screaming �Somebody fuck me!� to the entire school over the dinner tables. He had already made multiple passes at every unattached boy in the school, with the very definite exceptions of Crabbe and Goyle � he would never be that desperate. No one would. Rebuffed and frustrated, Draco had turned hopefully to the girls, who he reasoned had been thus far deprived of his favours and would be filled with lust at the mere crook of his aristocratic finger.
Not so. The only one who seemed filled with lust was Draco himself. Even Pansy, who had been unable to keep her eyes off him since third year, had refused him outright. She had looked like she was about to either burst into tears or swallow her tongue, but she had refused. Even after he had thrown his entire upbringing out of the window and begged her to sleep with him, she had refused.
How is Potter doing this? Draco narrowed his eyes and glared across the room at the Gryffindor, sitting there all innocent-looking with his little friends around him. Potter seemed to sense his gaze and looked up, smiling at Draco in a way that made his stomach tighten with helpless lust and his clothing suddenly seem too heavy. Growling to himself, Draco looked away, wondering if there was a patron saint of sexual frustration. Already he had begun having unsettling fantasies about Snape, McGonagall and that half-Giant oaf Hagrid. All at once. Could it get any worse than this?
The tip of the cat�s tail waved lazily in the air as she slunk along the corridor. Draco blinked, hypnotised by the undulating motion as Mrs. Norris padded towards him, and hoped that she wouldn�t see him, shadowed as he was by the darkness of the window embrasure. As the cat drew nearer to him Draco became more and more aware of his hands folded in his lap, the way the silk of his pyjamas rubbed against his skin. The way the muscles swayed under rippling fur as Mrs. Norris slipped past him through an errant patch of moonlight. Draco blinked.
Oh. My. God. Oh, no. No no no, this couldn�t be happening to him. Getting turned on by the cat, by Filch�s cat? It wasn�t even as if it was an attractive cat! Draco winced and ran that sentence past his brain again. It didn�t sound any better second time around. Oh, this is getting bad. Next thing I�ll be trying to lick Goyle�s spoon at breakfast. Ick. Besides, that bastard Filch would kill him if he tried to molest his precious cat. Oh, oh, ugh, he had not just had that thought!
This was worse than bad. Draco clenched his fists and mentally shredded the Malfoy Family Code. It was time for desperate measures, if he ever wanted to get laid again.
To say that Harry Potter was surprised to find Draco Malfoy twitching gently on his threshold would be to stretch the truth somewhat. Harry had in fact been expecting such a visitation at some point, but he was a little surprised that Draco had caved so soon. It had only been a few weeks, after all. Still, Harry wasn�t going to complain. He opened the door and let Draco into his room, then closed it firmly behind him.
When Harry turned around Draco was standing mere inches from him, which was probably a good sign all things considered. �Want something, Malfoy?�
�Damn you, Potter, how did you do this?� Draco burst out, looking agitated and deliciously rumpled. Harry grinned at him.
�Everyone is happy to do Harry Potter a favour. Besides, I told them that you were in love with me but trying to deny it.�
�You bastard. Now none of them will ever want to screw me again.� Draco was doing that my-hatred-is-so-pure glare again, sending little shivers down Harry�s spine.
�And this is a problem because�?�
�Fuck you. How did you get the Slytherins to agree, though?�
�Blackmailed them.� Harry grinned proudly at the astonished, disbelieving look on Draco�s face. �Threatened to tell Snape who subscribed him to all those porn magazines last year.�
�Oh God.� Draco squeezed his eyes shut and ran both hands through his hair, making Harry�s stomach flip-flop. �I hate you, Potter. I will hate you forever with a fiery passion. Now would you please, please, please get over here and kiss me?�
�Does that mean you�ve changed your mind? You�re sorry you turned me down?�
�Harry!� Draco all but wailed. �Look at me! I�m begging you in a horribly undignified manner!�
�But do you actually want me, or is it the desperation talki- mmmmpph�� Harry was at that point unable to continue, because Draco had become impatient (all right, more impatient) and had pushed him up against the wall and made a spirited effort to glue their lips together. All in all, Harry thought muzzily as Draco slid his fingers into Harry�s hair and his tongue into Harry�s mouth, this was a fairly satisfactory outcome to two months� worth of plotting. He wrapped his arms tightly around Draco, who moaned into his open mouth and squirmed against him, fingers tracing down Harry�s throat and chest.
Harry slipped one hand beneath Draco�s shirt hem, tracing shivery circles over his stomach. Draco gasped and bit Harry�s lip, hands desperately seeking skin contact. Harry smiled slightly against Draco�s hot, urgent mouth. He was pressed against a wall, being vigorously molested in an extremely pleasurable manner by Draco Malfoy, and all it had taken was a few favours called in and a little fast talking. Perhaps he might have done well in Slytherin after all.