Harry marched down the hall irritably.

Fucking Malfoy, thinking he's better than everyone.

Suddenly, he was there .


Malfoy was leaning against the wall, admittedly very sexily, his head leaned back to touch the wall.His eyes were closed.

Harry studied his beauty. Such elegance, and grace. Malfoy was the epitome of perfection.

He tried to get around him quietly, so Malfoy could remain in his little world, but stopped dead when Malfoy's soft voice clearly rang through the corridor.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Harry sighed. "I'm not in the mood for a fight, Malfoy."

He sighed. "Whatever, Potter. Fuck you."

"Please do," muttered Harry as he walked away.

"What?!"

"I said YOU WISH!!"