Another one down

[alisanne]

So, I finally finished the Hex Files June challenge.
This one was a bear. The prompt: Write a one-shot (no word limit) from Draco's POV during the chase at the end of Half Blood Prince where Harry is chasing Snape and Draco across the grounds of Hogwarts. Eeek!
Here it is...

Title: All For Harry
Author: alisanne
Rating: R
Summary: Written for the Hex Files June challenge. Prompt: Write a one-shot (no word limit) from Draco's POV during the chase at the end of Half Blood Prince where Harry is chasing Snape and Draco across the grounds of Hogwarts.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Pre-slash, potentially mussed hair



Thanks to separatrix for giving me inspiration when I was ready to delete the whole thing, and to sevfan for beta-reading for me. Many hugs to you both!

Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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All For Harry

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As Snape pushes me to leave the tower, I wonder how this all must look to Potter as I go past him.

Snape better not have mussed my hair too much, I think.

I know Potter is there, of course. Snape had told me he would be, so I made sure to dress carefully that evening. My new dragonhide boots pinch a bit, but I’m wearing them. I’d not figured I would have to run in them.

Potter is more than likely concealed beneath that infernal cloak that everyone insisted that I not take early in the year, and I wish I could see his face before I go.

It had galled me not to take it, the cloak. I’d had the perfect opportunity on the train at the beginning of the year, but I had listened to the advice, and as much as I hate to admit it now, it was the right decision.

Potter’d followed me all year, his obsession with me had been the source of a lot of teasing on Pansy’s part. For a Slytherin, she can be pretty damn romantic, talking about how Potter and I might end up together after this whole thing.... Of course, the attention has been sort of flattering, at least it was until that awful night in the bathroom... But I digress.

Amycus and Alecto are close behind me, Greyback falling to the rear, thanks to Merlin. The thought of that madman being too close makes me shiver. That man simply has the worst breath. And his skin... he is in severe need of good moisturizer, I simply can’t stand dry skin!

I look at the big blond Death Eater, who I don’t know, noticing that he has great hair. Immediately I think, I wonder what product he uses, because the sheen is really nice...

Snape is barking orders, and I tune him out, just listening to the sound of his voice rather than the actual words. He really does have the best voice. Pity he has that unfortunate nose problem, although I imagine it comes in handy for brewing.

I wonder if Potter likes Snape’s voice, too? Gods, how could he not? He’d have to be dead not to notice it... Although, my arse does look good in these robes, and it might distract him. I wonder if Harry even noticed my new robes? Or my arse...

I blush as I realize that I’m now thinking of him as Harry, but that name really does suit him better. It’s an effort to think of him as Potter in my head. He just looks like a Harry.

As Snape harangues us, I keep my eyes open for Potter to show up, and look for the nearest reflective surface to check myself out. It was entirely possible that I needed to fix a stray hair.

On top of the madness of being instructed to let a werewolf and vicious Death Eaters into my school (and may I say categorically that it was the insane Headmaster that told me I had to?) I had gone and developed a crush on Harry Potter. Even after I’d woken up from his attack, my first thought had been to wonder if he was okay.

His stricken face as I fell to the floor and lost consciousness made me think that I had some chance with him, but surely, this night’s work made that impossible now.

Snape shakes me, bringing me back to myself. Damn. I need to be a better Occlumens. I was lost in my daydreams about Harry again, and Snape no doubt knew. He always does.

“Focus, Draco,” Snape says, his bony fingers clutching my shoulder. It’s amazing how strong his fingers are. You wouldn’t think brewing would do that...

We burst out the door and spill onto the lawn, and Snape yells at us to run. Good advice, given the commotion behind us.

Alecto takes off, and I follow, but stumble. Behind me, Snape exhorts me yet again to run, and I roll my eyes. Run? Me? In these boots? With my luck, I’d fall, and then what would Harry think to see me covered in mud?

Although, it occurs to me... a mud-wrestling fight with Harry might not be all bad. He’s strong, I think, a result of hanging onto a broom for all those years, and those muscles would feel really nice wrapped around me, all slick and slippery...

I stumble again. Damn, thoughts of Harry are very distracting.

I look up, and Harry’s there, having run out of Hogwarts after us. I smile, thinking for a moment he’d come after me, but then he sees Snape, and it’s as if all his attention is focused on him.

I pout. Why isn’t he paying attention to me?

I check to make sure that all my hair is in place, trying to smooth it down with my hands. There doesn’t appear to be a wind, but my hair is so fine that the slightest breeze can disrupt it. I really do need to ask that blond Death Eater about what he uses, I think.

“Snape!” Harry yells, and I smile. There was no love in that cry, although... I frown, realizing that there is a lot of emotion there. Passion maybe?

I should like to see Harry flushed with passion, his head thrown back as he arches into me. I would be gentle with him, his body, mapping his muscles with my hands, my tongue.

I would kiss him and show him what I like. Our tongues would entwine and I would finally get to taste him. Perhaps I could suck him, pull him down into the sweet grass and swallow his cock as I have longed to do for so long.

He must smell amazing, I think, and for a long moment, I imagine what his bits would smell like. Would he be musky? Fresh? Earthy? No matter what, it would be intoxicating, no doubt.

And what would he sound like as I lick him, as he’s coming down my throat? What would he taste like? I’ve often wondered if Harry’s had any time to be with anyone, to have anyone’s tongue on him.

He’s always with Granger and Weasley, but if I’m correct, they are about to be a couple, and Harry will be out in the cold. The baby Weasley sister is not a problem, after all, I’m his obsession.

Another shout, and this time as I turn to look, Harry is fighting with Snape.

“Blocked again and again!” Snape says, and I wonder what he means.

Harry is on the ground and he’s looking up at Snape with... is that lust? Oh Merlin! He’s not after Snape, is he? Not Snape, please, not Snape. I couldn’t stand it if Harry wanted Snape and not me.

No, no it looks as if he doesn’t like Snape too much. It must be some Legilimency thing. I really need to work on that, especially if I hope to survive in the court of our insane Dark Lord. Although, as far as I know, the plan is for me to not be anywhere near him. That is what Dumbledore and Snape promised.

For a moment I contemplate our house in Europe. I really could use a vacation, this whole thing has been quite stressful.

Harry is angry, lying on the ground, and I really want to go and pick him up, but I know that’s not possible. Number one, he’s muddy and he’ll mess up my new robes, and number two, we are supposed to be running away.

Snape yells at me again, and I make a dash for the departure point. The rest of the Death Eaters are all gone, except one, who turns back to try to hex Harry.

Snape puts a stop to that, however, yelling something about leaving Harry for the Dark Lord to deal with.

I finally get to the Apparition point, and I turn to look back, and there is Harry, standing now, wand in hand. I sigh at the look in his eyes. I must look a fright, despite how carefully I dressed for tonight.

As we’re about to go, I see a look in Harry’s eyes that will probably haunt me. Is it hatred? Is it fear? Revulsion? Disdain? Overwhelming lust? I smile. It must be lust. I looked good tonight, and the next time I see him, I’ve no doubt, I’ll look even better. He won’t stand a chance.

I wink as we Apparate, and I imagine he sees and understands.

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