Puzzy: Here we are again! These boys just won't leave us alone now!

Penny: God, no they won't...not that I want them to ;)

Puzzy: Absolutely not! I'm very fond of them, actually! So, you ready for the big reveal?

Penny: Yes! I'll give you a drumroll...

Puzzy: As people who know us well have already spotted; I play the part of our wonderful, snarky brat - Draco!

Penny: And I am our sweet, kind, tortured Harry :)

Puzzy: And by god, do we torture him! Hahahaha.. No less as the chapters progress...

Penny: HAHAHA! OMG, they're begging for mercy already! BOTH of them *wink*

Puzzy: And so is Penny... I've never heard anyone beg more for some smut! Anyway, a huge thanks to our fabulous beta, Corey and our sparkling prereader Bewiched...

Penny: O_o Puzzy! You said you wouldn't tell! I wish we owned these boys, but we don't.

Puzzy: Aw shit! *claps hand over mouth* sorry, Penny... Now, what does the note from Draco say? Aren't y'all dying to know? *evil laugh*

Penny: Read on, and enjoy! :D

DPOV

Potter. I apologise profusely for involving you in my personal affairs and I hope you accept my choice to not...

Lifting the quill from the parchment and biting the end of it slightly, I considered what to say. This was the pivotal moment. Should I involve Potter to an even greater degree, or should I struggle my way through alone? Making a decision, I put the quill back on the page and continued.

include Dumbledore at this point in time. As I explained, I don't think it would be beneficial and would only serve to further endanger my mother. If you agree, please meet me in the Room of Requirement at half past eight this evening for further discussion of our plans.

Malfoy

Decisively, I rolled up the parchment and sealed it, before opening the small window in the common room - the only one above water level - and whistled for Archimedes, my owl. As always, he was ready at a moment's notice, hovering outside while I reached out the parchment which he took in his beak.

"Harry Potter, Gryffindor Tower, and be nice to him. He's...special...," I said and watched him take flight before sitting back down on the overstuffed sofa, finishing off my meal that one of the house elves had brought me. One of the perks of being a convalescent was that you got served your meals in the common room if you wished.

Casting a Tempus charm to see what time it was, I hurried to the bathroom to freshen up before heading up to the Room of Requirements. No matter if he showed or not, I would be there to repair the damned cabinet. I'd have to be inconspicuous to the Dark Lord if any counter-plans were to succeed. If anything was out of the ordinary, it would only rouse suspicion and spoil everything.

Using a handy little spell and a bit of 'Madame Mumrose's Magical Mousse', I had my hair under perfect control, even earning a wolf whistle from the mirror. Winking back, I straightened my collar and went out the door. I couldn't help the smirk curling at the corner of my mouth as I trekked up the numerous stairs from the dungeons to the seventh floor, hoping against hope that I would somehow affect Potter as he did me, unbeknownst to him.

My head was running amok during the tedious walk. Potter was at some point involved with the she-weasel. Potter had taken Cho Chang to the Yule Ball. I'd never seen him flirt with any girls in class, but no blokes either. He had a close friendship with Weasley, but it didn't seem like anything physical at all. He was close friends with a girl; Miss Granger (I guessed I'd better stop my nicknaming her the Mudblood if I wanted to stay on Potter's good side.) but there was never any intimacy in their interactions. They seemed like myself, Blaise and Pansy - good friends but nothing beyond that. It didn't clue me in at all on his orientation. Well, if I said so myself, I was handsome enough to tempt any guy that was even remotely bi-curious! Now I just had to show Potter that there was more to me than pure-blood supremacy and venomous vengeance. Fuck, I'd have to let him see my soft side!

Finally arriving at the nondescript wall hiding the Room of Requirement, I paced the required three times while thinking to myself 'I need a place to lay plans with Potter'. A small door appeared in the wall and I quickly slipped through, checking my surroundings before opening the door.

Inside was absolutely not what I had expected. A cosy sitting room with a burning fire, an overstuffed sofa with a low coffee table before it, set with a tea tray for two. The lighting was dim and perfect for confidential conversations, conducive to intimacy and secrecy. I wasn't sure if it would be helpful in my quest for Potter's confidence and the fulfilment of my secret hopes, but the room had taken my thoughts at face value, perhaps even diving into my subconscious for further information.

Grabbing a magazine off the side table, I settled in the far corner of the couch and poured a cup of tea. I was wondering how the room had conjured food, as I knew that to be an impossibility, but guessed it was a house elf being summoned with it. Flicking restlessly through the pages, I waited for Potter to show up. My tea had gone cold when the door finally creaked open, revealing Potter's black mess of hair and his shining eyes underneath the round spectacles.

"Good evening, Potter," I said, coolly as to not reveal the jolt of electricity that ran through me at the mere sight of him. My stomach was in knots just by being in close proximity to him, in absolute privacy. Even wringing my brains, I could not recall a single incident like this happening between us. At the start of term, when I'd broken his nose on the Express, we'd been totally alone, but I was too filled with rage and despair at the time to fully appreciate it. Hence the nose-breaking. Wonder if he'd forgive that?

"Hello Malfoy," he answered just as cool, though I could detect a slight blush forming on his cheeks. That made me curious. Why would he blush over a simple greeting? Hope unfurled its wings in my chest, making my heart beat faster; could he be affected by this as I was?

"Come, sit, tell me what you've thought of - I'm all yours, Potter," I bid him with a smirk but without my usual malice. His blush strengthened at my words and I jumped internally - he was affected. Doing my absolute best, I composed my face to seem as aloof as always, but inside I was reeling. It would be paramount to keep my actions in check so I wouldn't scare him off. I could not afford to lose my calm now.

HPOV

I was completely unprepared for the sight of Malfoy, looking perfectly composed and at home on the sofa. It made me a bit uncomfortable and self conscious to see him looking so put together, so beautiful, and I was still in what I had worn all day, hair a mess, and probably dirty somewhere. I felt...inadequate...to be alone in the room with him alone like this. Like I didn't belong with this perfect creature. I always knew I was out of Malfoy's league, and I had always been alright with that, confident in who I was.

His voice was smooth and composed as he greeted me, and my cheeks flushed. Bollocks! I hated blushing, it always gave my emotions away. To add insult to injury, the magnificent bastard had to tell me that he was all mine, in that tone. With a smirk. Like he knew what I was thinking. My face flushed further, and I sat awkwardly on the sofa, at the other end. I would have poured a cup of tea to distract myself, but I didn't trust my hands not to shake.

Instead, I contented myself with folding my hands together in my lap and forced myself to look at Malfoy's face. He looked bored somewhat, and flipped his hand in a gesture for me to start talking.

"Alright, Malfoy," I began and cleared my throat, "You're going to have to tell me what exactly is going on before I can suggest anything."

Malfoy huffed. "There is a cabinet in Borgin and Burkes, on Knockturn Alley."

I remembered the cabinet, having hid in it at the start of second year, so I nodded.

"That cabinet has a sister, and it's here, in Hogwarts," Malfoy continued, "My mission is to repair it."

"Where is it?" I asked, intrigued, "And why do you have to repair it?"

"It's here, of course," Malfoy replied, gesturing to the room at large, "In the Room of Requirement. I must repair it to enable Death Eaters' passage into the castle."

Shock flooded me at his words. He was supposed to let Death Eaters in? Voldemort threatened death to Malfoy's mother if he didn't succeed? That sadistic motherfucking prick! He was a cold, cruel bastard, not concerned about anything but power. He would kill anyone to get what he wanted. I hated him with every cell in my body.

Malfoy's expression softened a fraction. "Calm down, Potter. I told you I'm not going to do it."

"I know you did, but thinking about that bastard Voldemort makes me angry as hell."

My brain was instantly whirring, trying to think of a way to help. I really didn't know how I could help Malfoy, but the way he'd pleaded...I couldn't refuse him. Then, suddenly, it came to me.

"I know!" I exclaimed, making Malfoy jump and lose his composure for a second. He schooled himself immediately.

"You don't need to shout, Potter," he admonished haughtily. "Now tell me...quietly...what's on your mind."

"The DA," I said, like he should have known all along. "Repair the cabinet, let the Death Eaters in, and the DA will be waiting for them."

Malfoy's mouth dropped open, his brows flew up toward his hairline, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. I couldn't help it; laughter escaped me at the sight of his surprise.

"Close your mouth, Malfoy, before something goes in there that you don't want in there," I chuckled, not realising what I had said until it was too late. Malfoy snapped his mouth closed and I thought I saw a hint of gorgeous pink in his cheeks. Hmmm, I made Malfoy blush? I had done the impossible, catching a Malfoy off guard, and I had to smirk at my accomplishment.

Quickly composing himself, Malfoy straightened the crease in his slacks and regarded me with curious eyes.

"Are you serious, Potter? You want to leave the faith of Hogwarts to a bunch of TEENAGERS?"

"Malfoy, I assure you that the DA is perfectly capable of handling Death Eaters," I replied. "I taught them everything they know." I sent him a sweet smile, feeling a little more confident now that I had rattled his composure a bit. He actually wasn't that daunting. It enforced the truth that he really was only wearing a mask to everyone, seeing him like this.

"Pretentious, aren't we, Potter?"

"Maybe," I murmured under my breath, trying to hide my smile.

Malfoy's eyes darkened the tiniest bit, and he cleared his throat lightly. "Right then," he said, the air of arrogance back in place. "What else?"

"Were you planning to tell Dumbledore about all of this?" I asked curiously, and Malfoy gracefully slid closer to me on the sofa, completely taking me by surprise. I was doing alright with him sitting at the other end, and I knew that if he came any closer, I would end up with a serious problem. The spiced vanilla scent wafted my way again as Malfoy got comfortable, and I had to look away. It was too much for my senses.

"Eventually," he answered, pouring two cups of tea and offering me one. I declined, too flustered to hold the cup without spilling it on myself.

"But," he continued, leaning back and taking a careful sip of tea, "we will discuss that later. There's more I want to tell you."

"Alright," I said quietly, my bravado forgotten with the simple fact that Malfoy was close enough to touch, and trying to refrain myself from doing so.

DPOV

For a moment, Potter had made me lose my carefully crafted composure with his proposal of utilising the DA for an ambush of the Death Eaters. That kind of outrageous thinking would do either of two options; kill us, or guarantee us success. I sincerely hoped for the latter. Just as I'd recovered from that shock, he gave me an even bigger one with his remark about getting something in my mouth. If he only knew what lewd thoughts I'd entertained starring him.

Internally admonishing myself for agreeing to this ludicrous scheme, I moved closer to him, needing to feel his body heat. When I felt like I was close enough without totally violating his personal space, I leaned in and said that I had more to tell him, while offering him some tea. He looked flustered at my proximity and looked down, making his bangs fall adorably in his face.

His inquiry about sharing the story with Dumbledore made it necessary to explain further on the matter, and I inhaled deeply to start my explanation. An epic mistake, since my head was flooded with his amazing scent; spicy and fresh, like lemon drops and clover. Leaning back, I sipped carefully of my tea to regain my control.

"Since the start of the semester, I've had several failed attempts to kill Dumbledore. As you'd probably guessed, I've made it seem like I was trying, but I was always hoping to fail. I couldn't make it too obvious either way, but I'm fairly certain that you've been able to put the puzzle pieces together?" I raised an inquiring eyebrow and caught his eyes.

His brow wrinkled in thought, and I could pin point the moment the penny dropped. His eyes lit up, sparkling in the firelight, and his forehead relaxed back to its usual smoothness. Dangerous things were happening in the pit of my stomach - he looked so beautiful sitting there in the romantic lighting.

"Figured it out, Potter? Yes, I poisoned the mead, sent the necklace and Imperioused Katie. I have also toyed with ideas of floo accidents, poisoned sweets, polyjuice disguises, and a whole slew of insane schemes that I've since discarded."

Sitting back in silence, I rubbed my hands harshly over my face to rid myself of the guilt I felt by planning a murder. My lungs constricted and I fought the wetness threatening at the corners of my eyes, blinking rapidly. "I don't want to kill anyone, Harry. Truly. I am not that kind of person. Casting an Imperius curse nearly destroyed me!" Still hiding my face in my hands, I bent over, breathing hard.

The shock of warmth seeping through my shirt from Harry's hand jolted me upwards. My head whipped around as I dropped my hands and looked into his sympathetic face. He gave me a small smile, but continued to rub my back. Unable to hold back, I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his ribs and burying my face in his neck. Deep gulps of breath, filled with his mouthwatering scent, filled my lungs. My exhales were shuddering, as I enjoyed the feel of his arms around my shoulders, hands still carefully rubbing me, soothing me. As innocent as the hug was, my body reacted violently on the closeness and my prick started to fill and lengthen.

Holding on for just a moment more, I relished in his warmth, before letting go and thanking him for his understanding. Temptation to kiss his neck had nearly did me in, but I restrained myself, settling for what I'd gotten. A hug. Just two days ago that would have been unthinkable. I would have laughed my arse off if anyone had suggested that scenario. Just proves that you can never predict tomorrow.

Nodding in silent understanding, Harry patted my back awkwardly and rose from his perch. "I think we should give some thought to how we deal with the supposed killing of Dumbledore before we meet again. Do you have a suggestion for when, or do we play it by ear?" he asked, turned half away from me, leaving my perusal of his profile undisturbed. I'd felt how muscled he was when I had hugged him to me, and surely wasn't disappointed of his physique. Slender but toned, just how I'd dreamed him.

"I say improvised," I answered, never ripping my eyes off him; greedy for every second I had with him, "I think it's best if we keep a random schedule, to let no-one grow suspicious of us missing at the same time, so I'll just owl you with suggestions, alright?"

As he turned slightly to nod his acquiescence, I discovered something that had me reeling for days on end. Harry Potter had a bulge in his trousers, it certainly wasn't small, and I caused it.

HPOV

Once outside the Room of Requirement, I leaned against the cool stone wall, trying to calm my body down. My breathing was shallow, my face felt hot, and I was so fucking hard it hurt. Never in my life had anyone affected me like this. If I thought the scent of Malfoy was enticing, it was nothing compared to the way he felt in my arms. He was so vulnerable, so open, so...human. I found that I hurt inside because of how conflicted he must have been.

Slowly, I started the walk back to the dormitory, thankful that it was on the same floor as the Room of Requirement. I needed to get to the showers quickly. This problem I had wasn't going away on it's own. As if Malfoy hadn't been in my head all sodding day, I now had the feel of him pressed against me, burning my skin, making it tingle with excitement. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I thought I finally understood why Ginny Weasley never appealed to me.

As I entered the common room, I walked through fast, hoping to avoid Ron and Hermione. They called out to me from the table where they were working on homework, but I pretended not to hear them and took off up the stairs to the dorm.

Gathering my pajamas, I went into the showers, thankful that it was empty. Quickly stripping off, I turned the water on and stepped under the warm spray, letting it soothe the tenseness of my shoulders. After a few moments, I couldn't wait any longer for relief.

Closing my eyes, I relived every moment of my time with Malfoy. He tried to be so composed, all the time, but he had trusted me enough to show me his vulnerable side. When he threw his arms around me, I was stunned, to say the least, but my body was humming with warmth everywhere Malfoy was touching me.

Slowly, I slid my hand down my stomach, over the trail of hair below my navel, to the trimmed curls below. When I wrapped my fingers around my straining prick, I hissed in pleasure at the blessed contact. Fuck, I needed this so badly, all day.

My hand moved in slow, sure strokes as I thought of the way Malfoy's breath panted against my neck. His delicious scent had surrounded me in a fog of desire, and I had to hold myself back from pressing my lips to his temple. Merlin, how I wanted to!

Moaning softly at the thoughts of the silk of Malfoy's hair against my jaw, I quickened the pace of my hand on my cock, gently thrusting into my fist. Fuck, I wished it was his hand stroking me. Or better yet, his lips, sliding over my cock, taking me deep into his mouth. He would look up at me with his pewter eyes, alight with desire, enjoying what he was doing and the fact that he was giving me pleasure.

"Oh...Merlin..." I groaned a bit louder, stroking hard and fast, the sensations I was giving myself nearing the boiling point. Experimentally, lost in lust, I reached my other hand behind me and trailed a finger down my crack.

"Fuck..." I panted out, knowing my release was close. My head was swimming, images of Malfoy swirling in front of my closed eyes, his scent still fresh in my nose. Exploring further, needing just a bit more to push me off the edge, I traced my finger over my hole with a hint of pressure. My hips bucked hard into my hand and my finger slipped inside; just a fingertip. Malfoy's voice was loud in my ears, husky, smooth, sexy, saying my name. Oh, fuck! He called me Harry! Oh, Merlin!

With one last thrust into my hand, stream after stream of come spilled from me onto the shower wall, and I gasped out "Draco!"

When my prick had finally emptied, I rested my hands on the shower wall, trying to catch my breath. That was the most brilliant wank I had ever had. My legs were shaky and it was then that I knew without a doubt that I had to admit to myself I felt something for Draco. Something much, much more than a new-found friendship.

Puzzy: So how was that for some relief? Hehehehe..

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