Draco's POV:

Collapsing into one of the armchairs in the Slytherin common room, Draco sighed in exhaustion. 

The rest of the day had been absolute shite.

He had been forced to sit in the front of every single one of his classes, having arrived late every single time. Someone would always stop him right after he left the class, and make a move for his ears or his tail. He had thankfully managed to stop them and send them off with a violent Stinging Hex.

However, one attempt had been successful. He had been dozing off in the library, having pushed his chair back against the bookshelf and leaned against it, when he had felt a soft pressure on his ears, tail, and crotch at the same time. 

Shooting up, the hands on his ears and tail disappeared immediately, and Draco threw off the hand on his crotch.

Zacharias Smith and his friends were circled around his chair, staring at him. There were surprisingly one or two Slytherins in the group. 

Zacharias took a step forward. "We have a proposal to make, Draco."

Rolling his eyes, Draco waited for him to continue.

"Let me and Andrei-" he gestured to a blonde boy standing next to him. "-fondle- is that the right word?" he asked one of his minions. When they nodded, he turned back to Draco. "Let us fondle your ears and tail once a day, and we'll stop anyone else from touching you. These two," he gestured to the Slytherins. "-are in all of your classes. We know that Finch-Fletchley tried to grope you after Transfiguration, and if you let us do this, we'll stop him."

"And if I refuse?" 

"Then we'll encourage them to do as they already are, telling them that you like the attention." Andrei spoke up, smirking.

Draco sighed. To let Zacharias Smith, who had too much attitude for his own good, and Andrei, who, admittedly, wasn't that bad-looking, fondle his ears and tail to stop others from doing so, or to have them encourage people to.

"I agree." Draco said. 

"Good, now, this day's work. Stand up, Draco."

Draco stood up, and tried not to let his nervousness show. What if what had happened earlier with Potter happened again? Draco would die from humiliation, as Zach and his friends wouldn't keep quiet for long.

Then came the hands, rubbing his tail, his ears, even his head, although Draco growled at that. 

It was strange. Earlier with Potter, even he could admit, he had been a moaning, writhing mess, but now, it felt like someone was just giving him a warm hug.

Even after Zach stopped,  Andrei kept caressing his tail for a few seconds, and then stopped and smirked. 

"Thank you for that, Draco, it was highly... informational."

Draco stared at him, confused. 

"Oh, it's just that paintings gossip. " Andrei said, leering creepily. "And the ones in the Potions hallway are especially  talkative." 

Draco's eyes widened, and he blushed.

"Aaw," Andrei cooed. "I never thought I'd see the day when Draco Malfoy, 'Prince of Slytherin,' blushed." He leaned closer before continuing. "Mark my words, Malfoy," he said in a low undertone. "One of these days, you will react to me that way." 

Draco scoffed. "In your dreams," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, don't worry, in my dreams, you're doing much more than that," Andrei whispered, and stepped back.

Unsure of what he had said, Zach looked at Andrei in confusion for a few minutes, then shrugged and looked at Draco.

"Thank you for that," he said, smirking. 

Looking at the rest of his minions, he snapped his fingers twice. "You heard the deal, what're you waiting for?" They all jolted and ran towards the door, except for two of them, who dutifully stayed. 

Zach glared at them. "Plans have changed, we stay near, go!" They visibly gulped and followed the rest towards the door.

"So, you two are my personal bodyguards?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, something like that," Zach said.

The walk back to the Slytherin common room had been torture. Zach had glared at everyone that passed, and Andrei had spent the whole time whispering sweet (dirty) nothings into his ear, making the growing state of affairs between his legs very noticeable, so Draco had been forced to keep his bag in front of him. (Hey, he was a teenage boy, it wasn't his fault.)

Andrei, of course, had noticed, and upped the level, making Draco blush fiercely.

Once they had reached the door, Zach had stood there awkwardly while Andrei had planted a kiss on Draco's cheek, and they both walked off.

"Hey, Dray..." Pansy's sickly sweet voice said, and she sat down next to him. "So... What happened in the Potions hallway this morning?"

Draco groaned. "Does everyone fucking know about it?"

"No, just all of the Slytherins in this year." 

Draco banged his head against his knees, and turned towards Pansy. "Zach and his friends know, too. And who's Andrei?"

Pansy's eyes widened. "Andrei Bishop? Blonde hair, green eyes, amazing smile?"

"Amazing leer, more like." Draco snorted. "He and Zach have a... deal with me." 

He explained the details to her, even what Andrei had whispered to him in the library and on the way back, and by the time he finished, Pansy's cheeks were bright red, and her eyes were impossibly wide.

"He said that to you?"

"Yes, what's wrong with that?"

Pansy shrugged. "Well, it's just that he's super hot, so you're fucking lucky. I mean, first Potter, now Andrei?" 

"Potter's better," Draco retorted, then immediately realized what he'd said.

Pansy's eyes widened a fraction more, and her mouth opened, probably to shriek.

Draco lunged forward, covering her mouth. "Don't. Say. Anything." he hissed.

When he finally removed his hand, she squeaked in excitement. "Oh Merlin, Draco! You like Harry Potter."

"I do not!" Draco whispered, blushing fiercely.

"Don't lie to me, Draco."

Draco fidgeted nervously. "Ma-Maybe a little..."

"You need to tell him!" 

"What? Are you completely mental, Pans?"

"You need to! He likes you too! Oh Merlin, Draco, he likes you too!"

"And how on Earth would you know this?"

"He told me."

Draco's jaw dropped. "Why  would he tell you?"

Pansy pouted. "Draco, have more faith in my persuasion skills, this is insulting."

He rolled his eyes. "What did you threaten to do to him?"

"I threatened to tell Andrei that he liked him."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing? You yourself said that he was hot."

"They've been mortal enemies since fourth year, when Harry beat him in a Quidditch game."

"That's enough reason? And- hey!" Draco said indignantly. He had rather liked the fact that he was the only one who was able to get under Harry's skin.

"That's not important. He likes you! He was so terrified that if you found out, you would ridicule him for being a 'ponce,' but you're one too!" she squealed. 

Draco blushed a little. "Did- Did he really say that?"

"Yes, Draco, Merlin, he did! Do you want the fucking Pensieve memory?"

"No, I believe you. Now what was  the Potions homework?"

Pansy opened her mouth to speak, but a venomous glare from Draco stopped her dead in her tracks.

As she began telling him the homework that had been left, Draco let himself be carried off by the thought that maybe, just maybe, Harry Potter did like him back.