Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bow to the superior talent of J.K. Rowling.

Author: verdant quest

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Slash, kissing

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP

Summary: Harry receives an anonymous note, and against his better judgement gives into his curiosity.

Author's note: If same-gender relationships bother you, then please do not read. I didn't write this with homophobic people in mind.

Grand Master Plan

On a warm night, in early March, Harry Potter found that the inside of a hall closet is quite dark and not-at-all comfortable. The note, sent anonymously, had been specific in its meeting location. Filch had already made his rounds of the second floor and would not return again until three o'clock, barring unforeseen Peeves' disturbances. The luminous watch on Harry's right wrist read twelve thirty-eight, only minutes short of his appointment time.

'Come and find love and desire fulfilled in the second floor corridor cupboard at 12:45 am. I shall anxiously await you.'

Not a very informative missive, Harry conceded silently. No identity of the sender, only an assumption of the recipient, as he had received the note at breakfast with the rest of the owl post. Originally he had not intended to go. He had suspected a trap, or a joke, but his imagination had taken flight and he now needed to understand the cryptic words 'love and desire fulfilled'. What kind of love? What desire? How would it be fulfilled? How could the sender provide all this to Harry? Had the missive really been for Harry at all? Sometimes owls got confused, sometimes they misdelivered undirected mail.

His watch now read twelve forty-one, not much longer now. In the six plus years he'd attended this upstanding institution, he had made good friends, enemies, and had experienced more than most ever would. Harry had never found love, not even a steady companion, not even a fuck partner. How could anyone love a marked savior, a destined corpse or murder? Yet here someone whom claimed to do just that, if Harry was correctly interpreting the note. Twelve forty-five, no sign of the sender. Thirty seconds past the appointed time. Where was he/she?

A crack of dim light appeared and unoiled hinges squeaked, startling Harry from his thoughts. The door opened further, but no one was outlined in the light and the blackness swiftly returned as the door shut again firmly. Had it been a trap, afterall?

TBC

P.S. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Stay tuned for more soon. Also, I'm aware that there are some fragment sentences in the text, but I wrote the story this way to be more like real thought patterns.