Title: The Good Avoided
Summary: Draco finds himself avoiding the good little voice in the back of his head, telling him right from wrong, and running off to find himself the exact opposite of what he should have; a boyfriend, a boyfriend from Gryffindor, a boyfriend from Gryffindor who also just so happened to be the boy-who-lived, a boyfriend from Gryffindor who also just so happened to be the boy-who-lived and who he lets treat him like the spoiled little girl of a prat he is. This must be love.
Story Rating: M, because Draco is a naughty boy.
Chapter Rating: M, for a hand job~! ;D
Story Warnings: Slash, bondage, S&M, slash, alcohol consumption, suggestive and crude language, slash, slash, dom!Harry, sub!Draco, slash, and slash. You've been warned my lovely little stud muffins.
Chapter Warnings: Slash, crude and suggestive language, and suggestive activities. You've been warned.

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Music I Listened To: Obsessions- Marina and the Diamonds, Faces- Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Wishing Well- The Airborne Toxic Event, We Intertwine- The Hush Sound
Chapter III??: This may take a week to a month, depending on how many reviews I get. ;D

Dedicated to
broken-Angel-requiem-Soul,
for giving me the idea involving the essay.
Lawlz.

T h e . G o o d . A v o i d e d
Ch. II

"I think sex is better than logic, but I can't prove it."
-Anonymous

Staring at his empty and still clean dinner plate, Draco felt a grimace grow on his usually snarky face. He was exhausted, not able to muster up enough energy for classes and his regular social life anymore as he spent most of it unwillingly almost every day now. Truthfully, it wasn't his fault though, so when an oblivious Pansy Parkinson asked what was wrong, Draco simply used a two word answer and went on with his currently tiresome existence and chose to skip dinner for a nap.

"Harry Potter," he'd grumbled.

It had been two weeks since the incident after the party and one since the two were assigned to do a potion's essay together by the malicious Snape, who Draco had become increasingly cross with ever since; even though it was all meant to make Harry suffer. That had clearly backfired. After all, every day after dinner, the two boys met in the library to work on their project, however, work really wasn't what they did, as Harry found it much more interesting to sneak in kisses and gropes while Draco tried to discuss what they were actually doing. At first, this hadn't really bothered him, but now he was just getting sick of it. And every time Harry went in for the kill again, the blond was about ready to tell him to sod the hell off, but talking is hard when someone else's tongue is down your throat.

Finally reaching his bed, Draco plopped down onto it with a sigh of relief and promptly passed out. Though, it had only seemed that's he'd just closed his eyes when someone shook him awake; calling his name. "Hey, Draco, get up! Come on!"

He stared at the person for a second, contemplating smacking him upside the head, before it registered that it was Theodore Nott trying to wake him up. Theodore being one of the few people he actually held respect for, Draco opted to himself that smacking him would be a bad idea and instead groaned out, "What, What? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Come on, get up," the other Slytherin boy ordered firmly. "Potter's here looking for you; says you two have a project to work on?"

Draco groaned again and pushed himself up to glare at him. "Tell him to go the hell away," he growled lowly, lying down once again, clearly aggravated.

Theodore shrugged and left with this, much to the other's relief. Of course, said relief didn't last long as nearly five minutes later, Draco's rest was interrupted by an all to familiar voice that almost had him begging to be left alone.

"Draco, get up, our paper is due in three days and we're only halfway done."

Before opening his eyes, the blond already knew he didn't want it. The voice, there was no hiding it, was Harry's, and this only made him all the more exhausted and irritable. He could hear the smile in the other's tone, annoying, as if trying to avoid laughing in a way that would have him even more ticked off. The voice in the back of Draco's head once again clicked on with this, whispering… no, shouting at him to tell Potter to sod off and go back to sleep; that getting up now would only doom him further to more sleepless nights and aggravating inner turmoil. All of this could be avoided so easily, the voice told him, all he had to do was forget how well the brunet kissed and how nice his chest felt beneath his fingers, like a model's. There was no point anyway, since Draco could get anyone he wanted; someone better then Harry Potter!

However, that voice was to much; a constant reminder of what would happen if he decided to follow the other to the library like a fool. The ultimate decision was way harder to make then it seemed, and once again the voice told him that he was just acting like a fool by even considering going with Harry, again, like every night since they were assigned to be essay partners, as Harry had decided they should begin working that very evening. It figured.

But of course, just like all the nights prior, Draco promptly ignored the good little voice that told him what he was doing wrong and blinked his eyes open to find that he'd been right in assuming that Harry was smiling down at him, because he was. It was a nice smile though, warm and reassuring, nothing like the smirk of triumph that the blond gave to many people he hated on a close to daily basis. That was one of the things he had to watch out for though, as Harry's smile always got him falling right away into a state of mind he really, really didn't want to be in; something that had the poor teen nauseous and ready to skip class every day since it had begun.

Upon noticing that Draco had opened his gray-blue eyes, Harry's smile only grew. "That's a good boy," he encouraged. "Now come on and get out of bed, we have to go."

However, the blond wasn't about to let him off that easily. "Who the hell let you in here Potter?" he spat.

"Hm? Oh, Zabini let me in," he replied honestly.

Draco made a mental note to kick Blaise's arse next time he saw him.

"Come on, come on," Harry once again prompted. "Let's go."

All of about eight minutes later, Draco found himself backed up against a bookcase, this time, before they had even gotten to a table to work at; his mouth soon invaded by a very familiar taste and sensation. Though, despite his usual persona of dominance, the blond could not find it in himself to fight back, or even to say no for that matter, and instead opted to give in and be as willing as possible. After all, he's accidentally found that being feisty turned Harry on a lot more then if he just let him have his way. Though, it would have been a lie to say that he wasn't enjoying their make out sessions as well. Draco was just very content up on his pedestal.

"You know Potter," he began with a sigh as they parted for air. "If you wanted to make out, you could've just said so. We don't have to make the trek to the library every time."
Harry shrugged. "It's more exciting this way," he stated matter-of-factly.
Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Anyway," the brunet suddenly went on. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

"And what would that be?"

A faint blush found it's way to Harry's face. "Uh… will you… go out with me?"

Draco's body went stark still and he stared at the boy with eyes full of complete and utter shock. He was… expecting plenty all of the time, but never once had he expected to be asked such a question. And for some reason, he couldn't fine his word, the ones he ever so badly wanted to say; 'no, I will not you goody-goody moron!' His mind shouted this over and over, the voice cheering on the answer and saying it was right. However, still Draco found that replying was harder then he thought it was would be and he remained speechless for almost five minutes, just staring into Harry's striking emerald eyes and wondering if that was what he really wanted to say or not. Eventually though, the chanting in his mind became annoying, and the blond told it to stop, thankful as silence swallowed him up once more. Suddenly, his answer came smoothly, like water over river rocks.

"Yes."

* * *

The midmorning snow frosted the ground like powdered sugar as two boys sat outside, bundled in not only their coats, but each other's arms, almost three weeks since getting together. One particular snowflake floated to earth then, finding it's landing place right on Draco's bottom lip, causing him to lick the melted flake off a moment later and attract his boyfriend's attention unwillingly. These two, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, had been next to each other whenever possible since the incident in the library that short while ago. However, it had seemed long enough for the two, as Harry himself was honestly just overjoyed that the blond finally let him hold him without a fight; considering, the first week and a half, Draco was extremely secluded and nervous, no matter how much they were together. It was only a matter of time though, until he loosened up and decided that making Harry happy was more important then clinging to a false sense of security within his currently frantic mind.

Draco sighed with the thought.

Harry on the other hand was glad about a couple of things since getting together with the Malfoy boy. The first, he no longer had any hateful rivals that always wanted to get in his face when he least needed it, since now that Draco was in his arms, his little posse didn't bother him nearly as much anymore, if at all. And on the rare occasion they did, Draco promptly would tell them off and secretly laugh under his breath a moment later. The second thing that made Harry happy was that he was glad to finally be able to embrace feelings he had for another human being. After all, when he'd been with Ginny, he was never sure what it was he felt for her, but now… well now he just identified it as friendship, and it made sense that he never kissed her the way he kissed Draco, or touched her in those ways either. She just wasn't that special.

Their only current problem was Ron, and his habit of fighting with Draco whenever he saw the two being lovey-dovey. The whole news about their relationship had gotten to him pretty bad though, so Harry wasn't about to get upset with him. Besides, he himself was still in shock about everything, so how could he really blame Ron for being in a similar state of mind? He couldn't.

Watching other couples enjoy the snow, Harry was perfectly content, but Draco was beginning to freeze.

"Can we go inside now?" he whined tiredly. "It's bloody cold out here and my socks are wet." He wiggled his numb toes slightly to make his point clear.

Harry sighed heavily and jumped off the ledge they were sitting on. "You complain to much," he stated then. "But fine, we can go in."

Glad to have his way, like usual, as Harry spoiled the boy rotten, Draco smiled and planted a quick kiss on his boyfriends cheek, whispering a sincere "Thank you," that he knew always made the brunet week at the knees to hear.

Grabbing the blonde's hand, Harry ushered him through the hallways to the Gryffindor common room, where the two sat on the couch side by side. The journey there had been silent, comfortable, but silent. However, now that they were inside, a smile grew on the famous boy's face as Draco shed his coat onto the ground and snuggled up into his side like a cat, muttering a quiet, "I'm still cold."

Smile still in place, Harry leaned down and captured the other's soft pink lips with his own. "I can help with that," he whispered against them deviously.

Soon, Harry ran his tongue over Draco's bottom lip, causing him to gasp, giving the brunet full access to his mouth. It wasn't long then, before Harry's hand slid up underneath the blonde's shirt and began to tweak and rub his nipples; moans rising from Draco's throat, however unwilling such sounds were, against his boyfriend's mouth. Suddenly, Harry pulled back and latched onto the other's neck, sucking and biting on a certain sensitive area that made his reactions even more enthusiastic, as the brunet began to work at unbuttoning the frailer boy's shirt ever so slowly. Once open, Harry's fingers danced over Draco's chest, simply enjoying the feel of his smooth and well cared for pale skin. It was as silky to the touch as it looked, after all, and thusly became very addicting.

"H-Harry!" the Slytherin boy scolded sharply. "Don't leave marks."

What he got in reply was a chuckle. "Too late, love."

As his mouth latched onto one of Draco's pink nubs, as if on their own, Harry's fingers found their way to his pants and unzipped them quickly, ignoring the blond as he complained and told him to stop it halfheartedly. Slipping beneath his trousers, Harry's hand wrapped firmly around Draco's shafted and squeezed lightly, causing the one below him to bellow out an aggravated moan of pleasure that sent shiver's down his boyfriend's spine. Obviously enjoying the reaction, Harry ran his thumb over the head and smiled as the moan repeated, only stronger and louder then before. "Do you want more?" he asked almost sadistically.

Knowing that Harry wouldn't go on unless he answered, Draco nodded, but being as stubborn as he was, that was the most he would give in.

"Oh…ew!"

Suddenly the two stopped what they were doing and looked up to find Ron and Seamus standing in the doorway with disgust written all over their faces. Definitely not pleased with this, Draco gathered himself together and sat up, re-buttoning and zipping his pants as he stared at them with shock as well.

"Merlin Harry!" Ron spat. "You're my best friend and all, but you really need to get a room, because I really had no need to see that."

"Likewise Weasley," Draco said with a scowl. "You're really a turn off."

"Shut up ferret-boy!"

"Ron!" Harry cut in. "That's enough! I'm tired of you two fighting all the time!" Then, he turned to the blond with a regretful expression. "Uhh, I guess I'll walk you back to the dungeon."

Draco but a hand up. "No, no, I'm fine on my own," he stated plainly. "You just stay here and deal with Weasley and his trust issues." As he stood, the blond planted a very chaste kiss on Harry's cheek and bid him farewell as he walked out of the Gryffindor common room.

Then before Ron could start up again, Seamus cut in. "Wow," he gasped, walking over to Harry with a smile. "I didn't know you were with Malfoy! That's pretty awesome."

The brunet only returned the smile, giving Ron a look from the corner of his eye.

* * *

"Really Draco?" Pansy shot in his direction as the blond entered the Slytherin common room.

He stopped in his tracks. "What?"

She had her hands on her hips, which were slightly jutted to the side. "You were out with Potter again, weren't you? I still can't believe you hooked up with such a prick."

Draco sighed at this and sat down in a chair by the fireplace. "I know," he agreed. "I like Harry and all, but there's always something telling me to get out of there when I'm with him. It's a bit irritating really."

"Well clearly!" Pansy all but shouted, her face contorted with disbelief. "You're fraternizing with the enemy, love. This isn't like you"

In return, Draco only stared at the girl for a moment, and Pansy stared back; her eyes narrowed in a way that screamed for him to make the right choice, whatever that was.

"Well," the blond began again after a minute. "I believe I'd had enough fighting for one day, so if you don't mind, I'm off to bed." And before the girl could even reply, he left; headed straight for dreamland, or so he hoped.

Lying in his bed, Draco could only stare at the ceiling for what seemed like forever. His mind was racing as quickly as it had when Harry had asked him out, and about similar this time as well. He was tired, sick and tired really, of having to think this through, but the inner conflict he was dealing with bothered the boy to no end, as he suffered almost every night with the same problem. This time, however, it was worse, as he couldn't just say that this was what he wanted, because Draco simply didn't know what he wanted anymore. Did he want Harry? Yes. Was he absolutely sure of that? No. Was it the right choice? He didn't know! It was all a matter of opinion really, but his was the only one that mattered by this point.

Draco really didn't care about what his parents had to say regarding all this, because he wasn't about to go telling them any time soon. After all, he already knew what his father would do, and his mother was probably no different. At worst, they'd kick him out of the family, disown really, or maybe even get rid of him. But that was assuming Draco knew his parents the way he thought he did, which really wasn't all that well.

Finally, after an hour and a half, the blond fell into the clutches of sleep from pure exhaustion.

The next morning, as Draco entered the Great Hall, still tired to the bone, he saw Harry waving him over to come sit at the Gryffindor table. However, noticing the glare that Ron already had aimed in his direction, he merely shook his head 'no' in return and walked over to sit by Pansy, who visibly relaxed with his presence and smiled. Of course, this did not bode well with Harry, who looked a little bit surprised and then glowered at Ron and called him a 'cock-blocking git', much to the redhead's displeasure.

It wasn't until much later that Harry caught Draco in the hall the way he normally did, pushing him into a corridor and ravishing his mouth.

The blond didn't protest.

That night, Pansy confronted Draco again, sitting across from him in the Slytherin common room with her arms crossed, like a mother reprimanding her child. While aware of this, the other chose just to ignore it though.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I… I don't know," he all but shouted, holding his head in his hands with annoyance. "Why do I have to?"

Pansy scowled. "Because," she stated plainly. "Don't you know the consequences that come along with dating Potter?"

"Yes," Draco sighed. "I keep hearing them repeated over and over again in my mind, telling me to get out of this. And I was so focused on it that I almost forgot to respond when he kissed me today. I was rather nauseous. It feels like I'm running out of options."

"Running out of options!?" Pansy gasped. "There are only two options here! Stay together with the bloody prat, or break up with him for your own good. Those are the only options that I can see."

The blond groaned. "Why can't there be a third option, 'neither'?" he muttered tiredly. "I'd like that much better."

"Sorry dear," the girl said, shaking her head. "There isn't a third choice. You'll have to pick either one or two, and choose wisely."

Basking in the newborn silence, Draco thought this over for a second. He really did enjoy being with Harry, but it was just so exhausting sometimes, not to mention nerve-wracking when it came to the 'what if' questions, such as, what if Lucius found out? And, what if he was being used? He honestly doubted the latter, but the first was always on his mind, haunting his dreams and turning his nights sleepless as he tried to fight the new nightmares off. Though, on the other hand, Draco was pretty sure Harry would never let that happen, and with such knowledge, his frantic mind was often put to rest.

"Why does this have to be so hard?" Draco moaned. "I mean, this is over Harry Potter of all people. I hated him for years, just deciding to break up with him after all that shouldn't be so difficult!"

Pansy didn't seem to believe his words. "You have to do it then, Draco," she warned. "Think about this rationally. All these years all you two have done is pick on each other, playing pranks and slinging insults left and right, you're opposites, and now, suddenly, you're in a relationship. Does that sound right to you? Think about the Dark Lord! What if he found out about this?! He'd murder you!"

Draco gulped. "I know that," he growled, mentally kicking himself for forgetting all about Voldemort in this situation. If his father found out, it would surely get to him in no time. "But the problem is, for once I actually care about what I want! And I'm sorry if that's a bloody crime."

Pansy shrugged. "It's you're funeral then. Don't expect me to attend."

"Oh, sod off Pansy," the blond suddenly spat. "For once I know you're right, okay? I just… don't know how to handle this."

"It's really not that complicated, Draco," she said with an eye-roll. "Just walk up to him and say, 'I'm breaking up with you!' Or you could always just do what I do and start ignoring him without and explanation. That way they get ticked at you and you don't have to do anything. Should be easy on a Gryffindork like Potter."

Draco ran his fingers through his hair and sighed once again, eyes closed as he processed all the information he was taking in. As a Slytherin, cutting off all connection with Harry was so far his favorite option, but for some reason he was having trouble with accepting that as a plan.

"This is all Maddock's fault," the blond murmured suddenly.

"You mean Molly?" Pansy asked suspiciously. "How is this her fault?"

"The stupid tramp told me that Harry was the only person alive I couldn't get with, and I had to prove her wrong. I blame the alcohol in my system at the time. Fire whiskery is very addicting."

"Ha!" Pansy laughed. "That's what you get! I told you not to go to that party, but no. You needed to get wasted. Though still…" she paused. "Go ahead and blame Molly. She's really just a trollop anyway; doesn't deserve respect as far as I'm concerned."

This earned a smile out of Draco, and he nodded with a bit of laughter. "That's right," he agreed. "You should've seen her, whoring herself out to Blaise like he was some rich old man who would buy her whatever she wanted! It was quite the show, especially with how drunk I happened to be."

"I can only imagine, but thanks for the picture," Pansy chuckled.

"Now," she leaned forward and tapped a pointed fingernail on the wooden table next to her. "About you're predicament…"

THIS CHAPTER HAS NOT YET BEEN EDITED…
...However, I will edit it as soon as I get the time and the chance.
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Author's Note: Wow, here's chapter II much faster then I expected. Since it's only been like… a day or two, I have nothing new to say other then REVIEW PLEASE!

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