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A/N: Yes, there is a Prologue. Because I say so. xD

Draco twiddled his thumbs. Yes, he was quite aware that Malfoys did not twiddle their thumbs, but alas, he had this insane urge to do so. So he did. And only Blaise was there to watch him under hawkish eyes. Bah. Like Draco cared. The git could sod off, because he was bored, had nothing to do and had plenty of time to waste.

So why did all this free time make him uneasy and out of character?

Well that was quite easily answered with one word:

Potter.

Harry sodding Potter. The-Boy-Who-Does-Not-Want-To-Die. The-Idiot-That-Can't-Read-His-Potions-Manual. The-Muggle-Loving-Halfblood-That-Can't-Stop-Calling-Him-Ferret-Boy.

Mouth twisting into a grimace, Draco glared at the aforementioned teenager from across the Great Hall, eyebrows taking a temporary downturn. See? Even his eyebrows agreed with him. They even hated Harr--Potter too. His eyes widened at the almost slip-up, before narrowing in distaste.

Damnit, Draco! Not here, not now! He berated himself, trying to sneer. He ended up failing spectacularly, so just settled on a better, much more suitable expression: a scowl. Yes, he had learnt it from his mother. The scowl meant that something had gone terribly wrong with something and he had no idea how to fix it. It was a Black tradition to uphold and use the scowl whenever something did not go their way. It was something you usually picked up if you lingered with any superior Pureblood (coughspoiledbratsyndromecough).

Although...

Now that Draco thought of it...

He cocked his head at Blaise, letting a small, devious smile curl at the edge of his lips. His bestfriend only shook his head at him, muttered under his breath, 'what, in the hells are you thinking?' and turned away, intent on paying attention to Dumbledore's Welcome Back speech.

Draco didn't bother listening to the old coot. He had much more pressing matters to think about. Like figuring out how to get his ultimate, 'I can't have him and I can't touch at all because it's quite impossible' crush.

Yes, he told himself. He could do something. He could put a plan to action...He could make a plan...

Draco mentally cackled, barely containing the urge to gleefully rub his hands together. Oh, if his Mother were here, she'd be so proud of him. Already on his way to gaining so many hearts. Or well, just Potter's. Because he was planning on doing so, this very moment. He didn't know how long it would take to actually gain it, but he would be damned if he didn't try.

So without further ado, Draco made a plan. And what a cunning plan it was! He named it 'The Plan' because he really didn't want to bother to create a difficult name, so just made do with a rather simple one. The main goal of his plan was to, well...you know.

Steal Harry Potter's underpants.

Though even that sounded like epic failure in his mind.

Letting out a howl of frustration, Draco threw a knife up the table (the food had appeared, meaning Dumbles had finished blahblahblahing), and ignored the amused glances he received from his Housemates. What they didn't know was that Goyle was on the floor, passed out from blood loss. And it wasn't from any induced perverseness--it was just from the knife sticking out of his arm.

Oh well. Snape would drag his Bodyguard off to the Hospital Wing later.

Dejectedly taking a mouthful of his favourite pudding, Draco mentally reviewed his plan once again, but only got one formula stuck in his mind:

Harry plus Draco multiplied by sexual frustration divided by natural prejudices equaled hot man sex.

Mhmm... Draco couldn't get out of the proverbial gutter now. And frankly, he didn't want to. His thoughts oozed of Harry and him, limbs tangled together, mouths pressed against each other, as Harry thrust his hips up, wantonly asking for more--

Draco did not see the goofy smile plastered onto his face, nor the blood trickling from his nose.

"Draco, Draco! For Merlin's sake, snap out of it!" Blaise whispered loudly, pointedly staring at him with those sharp hazel eyes of his.

Draco managed to break out of his (really rather nice) reverie and asked, "Huh? What is it, Blaise?" He couldn't keep the irritation from colouring his voice. Hey, who wouldn't be mad if they were rudely pulled away from their daydream?

Apparently, Draco had said something out loud, because Blaise frowned. But instead of inquiring, the handsome Italian just sighed and dug something out of his pocket. Once found, Draco belatedly realised that it was a silk handkerchief, embroidered with the Zabini crest.

Blaise handed it to Draco and said in a concerned tone, "I bet you hadn't realised that your nose was bleeding, Draco. Do you want to lie down or something? Go to the Hospital Wing? Have me carry you like a maiden-in-distress to our dormitory?"

Draco, surprised at how concerned Blaise was for his welfare, took the proffered hanky and pinched his nose with it.

"No, no, it's fine," he mumbled, though his answer was muffled by the expensive hanky on his face.

"If you're sure..." Blaise trailed off and seemed uncertain for a minute, but gracefully dug into his plate when Draco reaffirmed that no, he didn't feel like lying down, and yes, he wasn't going to die.

Oh, this was the final straw, Draco inwardly fumed.

He would do it. He would put his plan to action!

He would steal Harry's underpants!

Chancing a glance towards the Gryffindor table, Draco wasn't disappointed when he caught Harry looking at him, curiosity shining in his unbelievably green eyes. Electricity sparked out as he beheld that powerful gaze, cheeks tinting as he felt Harry's magic unconsciously brush his own. He broke it off after a few seconds, though couldn't quite understand why Harry seemed satisfied with himself.

Silver eyes narrowing, Draco decided he'd put his plan to action.

However, before Draco could do anything drastic (like proclaim his obsession to everyone in the Great Hall) to his utmost shock, Harry flashed him a (was he deluding himself??) smile and Draco felt his knees wobble.

Errr...Now that he thought more about it, he would put his plan to action when he had enough courage to do so.

A/N: I know. Draco's a coward. xD

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