Main Pairing: HPDM

Rating: M - language and slash

Warning: AU. Disregards HBP completely. Future slash. Good! Malfoys?

Author's Note: Watch for insanity. Slight Hermione-bashing. SLASHY GOODNESS. Don't like it, don't read it.

Everlasting Devastation presents:

Elaborate Deception

Chapter Three


Draco refused to go back to the Hospital Wing. Seamus took Ron there while Dean stared incredulously at the two Malfoys and Harry. As Ron fainted, Professors McGonagall and Snape noticed the commotion. As to why they didn't notice while Draco was begging Ron is beyond comprehension. So don't ask. Hermione also decided to get involved.

"Harry! Why is Malfoy attached to this bench? We're going to be late for Potions! Where is Ron? Why is Dean gaping at Daniel? And what are you doing corrupting a first year?" she yelled. She obviously hated not knowing everything and was probably insecure. Harry inwardly debated as to what he should do next. Should he yell at his boyfriend – SUPPOSED boyfriend or figure out as to which question he should answer. He went for the latter. He decided to answer everything in order.

"He is attached to the bench because he was pleading with Ron. Yes, I know we are going to be late but Professor Snape is right here – although he has a slight tendency to deduct points from Gryffindor if and when he feels like it, I don't think Professor McGonagall will let him do so. Ron is being taken to the Hospital Wing by Seamus and Dean is gaping because Daniel just made an accurate yet extremely obvious observation. And for your information, I am not corrupting Daniel's mind as he has been corrupted by Draco's drunken rants and I don't see you ragging on him about it," said Harry with uncharacteristic calm. Apparently, if he was thinking rationally without using his emotions, he could be quite logical. Unfortunately, this would only happen again when the moon was made of green cheese, which would almost certainly not happen. Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow as Snape looked away and started muttering. Using one finger, Daniel slowly pushed Dean's jaw shut while rolling his icy blue eyes.

"Oh," said Hermione, regaining her sense of control on the world. Then Harry's statements sunk in.

"You called him Draco," she said, looking at him suspiciously. Harry rubbed the back of his neck – a nervous habit.

"Um…yeah?" he said, with an embarrassed smile. Seriously, why was he embarrassed?

"Are you both…together?"

Harry blushed and nodded. Although he really didn't know why – he was just pretending after all. He just wanted to be rid of those ridiculous titles and stereotypes. He did not like Draco Malfoy. It was improbable, impossible and will not happen EVER. He even went so far as to swear that the ceiling in the Great Hall he was sitting in should crack if he did…

At that moment, the ceiling above them emitted a great rumbling and everyone looked up. It wasn't raining; it was a rather cheerful Monday morning. Someone ought to shoot it down with a bazooka. What had happened?

A large crack had appeared just above the staff table.

Harry cursed inwardly.

"Oh my God! The ceiling cracked! It was supposed to be magically reinforced not to just be there and look pretty! I have to go to the Library to check this out!" exclaimed Hermione as everyone else pointed, gaped, fainted and did a whole other assortment of expressions. How quaint. She sped off towards the library. "I believe she won't be showing up for your class Professor," said Harry with sarcastic civility. "Come on Draco. We have to go to class – but of course, get you changed first. Let's go," He began dragging Draco off to the dungeons – which in fact looked torn between whether to look pleased as punch or to be shocked at Harry's abrupt change in demeanour. He settled for submissive and allowed himself to be dragged off.

The hall was deathly silent.


"Okay Draco, go changed and take a shower," said Harry as they entered the Slytherin dormitories. "I don't want to," whined Draco. "Fine – then I'll go take a shower," he muttered. "Where's the bathroom?" Draco pointed and Harry grumbled and walked. Damn him, he thought. I think he's just trying to kill me. On the other hand, maybe not if what Daniel says is true. Drunken rants? I wonder what Dra-Malfoy's like when he's drunk. Must be damn funny. Then Harry stopped short.

The bathrooms were nothing like the ones in Gryffindor. The walls between the shower stalls…were almost non-existant. By 'almost' he meant the walls only reached his waist. Moreover, there were no doors. Therefore, Harry would have to lather a lot of soap, face the showerhead and keep somewhat still to avoid from being seen. Thankfully, there was no one in the bathroom…

He proceeded to undress and stepped into the cubicle furthest from the entrance…If it could even be considered a cubicle. He began to lather soap with rapid speed in an attempt to begin and finish as fast as possible. He was still facing the entrance.

"Careful, you may just burst a vein," said a smooth voice.

Harry looked up and jumped back in shock. Draco just stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe like it was no big deal. In his jumping back in shock, he accidentally hit his head on the ceramic tiled wall. "Or maybe you would hit your head on the wall. I don't know. It's that famed Gryffindor grace, just like Longbottom's,"

Harry growled. "Shut up Malfoy. Why don't you take a shower because we BOTH are late for Potions," he said, proceeding to soap himself. Draco shrugged nonchalantly and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a toned stomach and well-defined abs. Harry blinked in shock. Draco then proceeded to take off his cargo pants and boxers and Harry averted his eyes. Who knows what would have happened if he had looked. However, he mentally noted that Draco's boxers were predictably made of black silk. "Potter – I know you want me," said Draco in a musical lilting voice. Harry really did not want to think of him at that moment. Some…problems might occur.

Harry shut his eyes firmly and immersed himself completely underneath the spray of water. He immediately switched it to icy cold just to ease his mind and possibly clear it of all the B-rated thoughts that were going through his head. He rubbed his eyes under the cold waterfall of water.

"Feeling some…tension, Potter?" asked Draco, his voice suspiciously near Harry's ear. Harry yelped as he saw Draco's smirking face near his. No – Draco was not in the shower with him but in the 'cubicle' right next to his. He was leaned over, testing the water with a finger aside from whispering in Harry's ear. "Shy aren't you?" Draco himself had no idea where his usual cockiness had come into play. He did know that when it came to Harry, he was normally too scared to initiate anything besides fights although he would never admit that to anyone.

Draco quickly leaned forward and kissed Harry brazenly on the lips. Harry couldn't react for several seconds before letting himself get into the kiss. He felt Draco's tongue poke against his asking – no, demanding entrance. Harry obligingly parted his lips and their tongues battled for dominance – sucking, nipping, tasting one another. Harry felt himself get very aroused. Little did he know that the Slytherin on the other side of the wall was too – perhaps even more so.

Draco moved, breaking the kiss. Harry gave a little whimper in protest but Draco smirked, getting into the same stall as Harry. He wrapped his hand slowly around Harry's fully erect arousal and began sliding it up and down, hearing the soft moans from the other boy. Harry was just about to reach his climax when a voice sounded from the dormitory.

"Draco – are you done yet?"

"Fuck! It's Blaise. HIDE," hissed Draco, he then wrapped his hand around his own arousal as a cover up. "Accio Invisibility Cloak," said Harry and the shimmering fabric flew towards him from his bag. He wrapped himself in it just as Blaise entered the bathroom.

"Draco – Potions started ten minutes ago…Stop wanking in the shower and go!" he snapped. Draco grumbled as he grudgingly left the showers for the dormitories. As soon as Blaise went, he called out to Harry. "You can come out now, Harry,"


The two boys showed up to Potions about half an hour late. Surprisingly, about three quarters of the class wasn't there which wasn't much to begin with. There were a dozen students being two Gryffindors, three Ravenclaws, two Hufflepuffs and the rest were Slytherin. It was safe to say that although the majority of the Slytherins did not agree with Voldemort's philosophy, not many actually liked being within three feet of a Gryffindor.

"Well Dray, it looks like you've got a new toy-boy," said Theodore Nott, noting Harry's flushed face and Draco's smirk. "Oh yes, I certainly do, don't I?" said Draco. Harry blinked. "I'm just a toy-boy? Draco – I thought we had something, something…special!" wailed Harry very suddenly and dramatically. Draco was truly shocked at this outburst. "Of course we do, I mean – I'm sorry!" he said, flustered. "You don't love me anymore!" said Harry, running out of the classroom. Okay, so that is definitely not a macho thing to do especially when you're the Boy Who Lived but this 'relationship' thing gave him the freedom to do what he wanted so he would take advantage of it for all it's worth.

Draco stood there, speechless for about half a minute. "Draco, what was all this about? You and Potter are together?" asked Pansy. She had already suspected it but she just wanted to make sure. Draco nodded mutely. "Well then…GO AFTER HIM THEN,"

He stumbled over to the door, making his way out as Professor Snape – looking flustered, made his way in. "Sorry Professor, my boyfriend's being angsty," he mumbled as he walked out. Snape looked confused and then disgusted. He then proceeded to start the lesson.


My first slash scene. I'm so happy. R&R please.