A/N: Hello again! The third installment! Originally this story was set to go straight down the sexual favours to get wand back route, however I like the angst. You have to agree, the foreplay and innuendo is almost better than the result. I hope you agree, and if not tough because it's my story. Please review, as it gives pay a house elf every time you do. So the real question is whether you believe in slavery?

It was nearly morning already, and Draco had not had sleep at all yet. His head had hit the pillow awkwardly, after being awkwardly shown around the rabbit hole that was Harry's house and somehow even their arguments were awkward. It was probably the bed thing, even though Harry's bed must have been at least 12 feet wide and they may as well have been in different houses the amount they communicated. On the other side of the sheets Harry had managed to push off himself completely during the nights, there was deep snores which served as a reminder to Draco that he was in fact still in Harry's house.

For hours Draco's mind had swum. Yes, he really wanted his wand back and his pride meant he really wasn't going to leave without it. There were few things, he imagined, were able to actually get his wand back, because this was Harry Potter he was trying to get his way with and nobody won a battle of wills with Harry Potter.

Thoughts ran through his head and slowly he began to formulate a plan, and it was only when the birds began to sing that Draco finally dropped off to sleep.

Harry heard the fire in the kitchen blaze to life and decided to pretend he hadn't. He had no idea how people got through to his floo call system, especially complete strangers who claimed to be in love with him. Normally they'd have screamed by now, so he figured it was probably just Kingsley trying to recruit him yet again. That could wait, he was finally doing something interesting.

Well he wasn't having fun right in that moment, he was cooking himself and Draco breakfast and still resolutely ignoring the booming voice coming from his fireplace. Kingsley knew he was in apparently, and decided to tell him the details of a case on capturing death eaters. For a while Harry thought about answering, if only to stop Draco from warning the Parkinson family of the impending attack, although he decided he couldn't be bothered and Draco probably wouldn't dare. Not if he wanted his wand back.

"You know the asshole of a Minister is on your floo line?" Draco asked calmly, cutting through Harry's inner monologue. He hadn't even noticed his quiet footsteps moving down the stairs as he'd been so absorbed with his own thoughts.

"Asshole of a Minister?" Harry replied with only a question, it was obvious he knew.

"Yes." Draco replied, and Harry pretended to not be bothered by the comment. Reminding himself he had to keep the power, it was all a power game. Slytherin's were notoriously good at power games, but Harry was a quick learner.

"And why is he an asshole?"

"Because you like him."

Harry had to consciously remind himself to breathe, and keep his face straight. A few years ago he'd have started a fight over the honour of his friend but right then, he needed the upper hand. He'd also grown up a little since school, though not by much it was more than Draco had.

"That's nice. You like bacon?" He asked as gently as he could manage, playing the host.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a miniscule narrowing of Draco's eyes, if he hadn't been looking for it he wouldn't have noticed.

"I'm a vegetarian." Draco responded, proudly. As if he were triumphant about being difficult, which he probably was. Sadly for Draco, Harry's year stalking him was still fresh in his memory.

"No you're not."

There was a pause, and Harry couldn't stop himself from smiling. Now he was having fun, and the rumbles from his Floo had stopped. "No I'm not, bacon is fine. Dining with a half blood means eating peasants food, I suppose."

Once again, Harry consciously checked his temper. Placing some bacon on some toasted rolls, he had to stop himself from adding some poison or spitting on it, before sliding it across the counter to Draco.

"Peasants food is only Peasants food if it's a peasant eating it." Harry said, finding himself once again distinctly not bored. He wondered how Hermione would respond, and how much Ron would shout, and decided he didn't care. It all added to the interest.

"And you're eating it, so it's peasants food." Draco replied as Harry took his first bite into his own.

Barely keeping himself from retaliating, Harry simply rolled his eyes and continued to eat. He could tell Draco was getting frustrated by his lack of reaction, and he was secretly enjoying it in some twisted way. He'd have blamed it on his inner Horcrux if it weren't dead.

Before lunch time, Draco thew a tantrum. A full-blown screaming tantrum, the type Harry'd seen Dudley have when he didn't get what he wanted. It was hilarious.

Harry had retreated from Draco's comments and gone to read his Quidditch magazine in his room when he'd heard heavy footsteps stomping their way up the stairs. He snickered automatically, and barely composed himself in time for his bedroom door to fly open. Draco stood, in a rage. Somehow he hadn't turned red yet, but Harry figured he'd probably been trained to not turn red. Turning red with rage wasn't a 'Malfoy' thing to do. Draco's face modelled into a barely there mask of calm, but he was betrayed by his shaking fists.

"Hello Mr Malfoy, how can I help you?" Harry queried, with the intention of winding Draco up into a frenzy.

It worked.

"You evil, sadistic pig! What in living hell is wrong with you? I swear you were born and raised simply to give me rage, because there is no other way anyone could be such a ludicrously irritating little prick! You, you're so fucking perfect because you're Harry Potter." When Draco said Harry Potter, he said it as if he were saying the name of a glorified cockroach, and contorted his facial expressions into ones of utter disgust. "You are no better than anyone, in fact I know a million better people than you. You don't even have the decency to give back my wand. What does that make you? A thief, a liar, a blackmailer? You, Harry Potter are the single most evil person I've ever met and what makes it worse is nobody else fucking sees it!"

Once Draco seemed to have run out of steam, Harry let out a snort of laughter. Within seconds he was wheezing for breath and leaned over his knees, so he didn't see Draco storm over. Then he was wheezing for an entirely different reason. Despite Draco's delicate features and slim frame, it seemed he could certainly pack a punch.

After being hit straight in the stomach by an overly pleased looking Draco, Harry stood and tried throwing his weight into Draco. He stumbled back a few steps but the blonde was taller by a good few inches and seemed to be equally as strong, even though Harry was a lot better built since puberty.

Draco allowed himself to be pushed backwards, and then span Harry round unexpectedly to pin him against the wall. Harry's hands were quickly seized above his head by one of Draco's and he was pressed flush between Draco and the wall. Yes, he decided, this is definitely more fun than he's had in a long time.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? That's sick, you know. Don't you ever claim to be the good guy anymore, you've got problems. Maybe you're more like those you helped to kill than you thought you were." Draco sneered, his face only inches from Harry's so that he was practically inhaling the hatred on his breath.

"If I've got problems, you'll probably find we have a lot in common." Harry retorted and thrashed with all his available, although nothing happened he could feel Draco struggle to hold him down.

"At least I'm open about being a little sick in the head." Draco stated, and pinched Harry's stomach hard. It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but Harry found himself wincing and gasping in pain. "I thought you'd be better at a fist fight, but then I bet you're getting off on this."

Harry was going to take it to his grave, but he was.

"No, Malfoy. That's just you." Harry said, and kicked Draco hard in the shins so that he winced and nearly let him go.

"Maybe, but that's just tough for you." After finished composing himself and held Harry in place with both hands now, Draco continued. "Because if you don't give my back my wand and leave me alone, I will make your life a living hell. I can do this for the rest of my life, so I'm ever so glad you don't enjoy it as much as I do."

It was Draco's trademark smirk that did it, Harry thinks. But something snapped and once again he was trying with all his might to escape from the vice grip which had him trapped. Thinking fast, he tried everything he possibly could to escape. And then, without really thinking Harry Potter leaned up to the smirking boy above him and kissed Draco Malfoy hard on the mouth.

He heard a gasp of shock and the grip loosened enough for Harry to slip his hands out before Draco pulled away and punched Harry square on the nose. The last thing Harry heard before the world went entirely black was Draco's voice.

"You fucking bastard."

Draco smiled to himself as he sat in Harry's kitchen with a mug of coffee in his hands that he'd helped himself to. Apparently, plan A was going rather well.