BLEEDY'S PROMPT FEST!
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He was talking again. Harry hated when he did that. Not because he had anything against talktive people, mind you. It was just the way the kid did it. In an awestruck, inspired way, as if God or Merlin themselve have bestowed their wisdom and grace uppon him. And for Darren Criss that God was Malfoy.
Criss was a Gryffindor, 5 years younger than Harry and Malfoy, and has just became an Auror. He was supervised by the Slytherin on his first mission, and since that day, seemed to regard him as the Alfa, Omega, and cure to all evil - all in one.
Malfoy ofcourse lapped it all up, the stupid git, and treated Criss like his pet student.
"As Auror Malfoy sais..." became the way 50% of Criss's sentences started, with the other half being "In such a situation, Auror Malfoy always..." after which he went on to describe all the 'amazing' things Malfoy supposedly did, though it sounded more like he was an ancient knight in shining armour, who set out to slay the dragon.
Yet that was, suprisingly, not what irked Harry the most.
It was the looks.
Whenever Malfoy was closeby Criss would get that look in his eyes, enamored and infatuated, full of admiration and worship.
It was making Harry sick to the stomach. He scowled at the floor, and tried to tune everything out, untill Malfoy dismissed Criss, and turned to his propper partner. Only to see him glaring daggers at the poor concreet under his feet.
"What's gotten your knickers in a twist, Potter?" he asked suprised.
Harry's glare turned into a bitter look, as he looked at the blond, "Maybe next time you two should get a room, and just shagg, before that idiot implodes." he shot out, tired of pretending that he wasn't irritated by the new Auror.
Malfoy looked suprised by his partners words, but then his face turned back into his trademark smirk, "What, Potter? Jealous? Already missing your adoring fans?"
Harry scoffed, "Like hell I am. I don't get off on having people lust after me, unlike some people..."
Malfoys eyes narrowed in displeasure, and he stepped very close to Harry, grabbing his arm almost painfuly hard. "Could have fooled me, Potter. The way you're raving like a jealous loonatic..."
"I'm not jealous of Criss, Malfoy!" Harry hissed, looking to the side so as to avoid Malfoy's piercing gaze.
"I think you are," the Slytherin said, as he stepped closed, forcing Harry to take a step back, untill he hit a wall behind him, "just not of that enamored fool"
Harry's eyes got wide in mild panic, and he turned his head sharply towards his partner.
"Wha-!" he never got to finish, as his lips were suddenly clamed, and he gazed with shock into a pair of stormy gray eyes. His shock lasted only for a moment though, and then ke was kissing Malfoy back, hot and hard, grabbing the blond and pulling him closer.
It was long minutes later when they finaly separated, flushed and panting, their Auror robes in complete dissaray. Draco rested his forehead against Harrys, and whispered between gulps for air, "I don't think you have anything to be jealous for, Harry"
Harry kissed him softly again, and grinned against Dracos lips, "Just make sure he knows that!"
The End
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