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Chapter 4: Marksmanship

This was getting extremely ridiculous. Harry groaned clutching his hair hard as he scowled at the mess his wet dream had created. Just how many times was it now? Four bloody nights in a row and always the same fucking dream!

He blushed furiously. He shouldn't have used that word. Now the dream was conjured forth to the front of his mind with such clarity that his cock hardened instantly with the images of them together at that blasted corridor where Malfoy had kidnapped him. (He refused to admit that he had saved him from those girls!) Only in his dream, they were both naked and Harry was urging Malfoy on with wanton cries while the blond drove into him.

Stop that! he growled and his erection deflated like a balloon. If only he could control his body reaction while dreaming. That would be superb. He sighed rubbing his face and snatched his wand from under the pillow. He casted a cleaning charm so vigorously that he winced and after there was no more evidence of his own body's betrayal, he cancelled the silencing spell he had taken to performing every single night.

"Morning Harry." Seamus leered at him while he was buckling his belt. Harry gritted his teeth and chucked him a pillow missing the Irish boy by an arm's length. He snatched his glasses off the night table perching them on his nose and took aim again. He was rewarded this time when the pillow smacked right into the grinning face. It was just too bad that the Irish boy didn't take offence.

"I notice the silencing spell." Seamus said waggling his brows. Harry willed his face to not flame as he summoned his pillows from the floor letting them drop onto his bed. "Not another word Seamus." He warned, striding into the bathroom. The git was the one who witnessed his humiliation that first morning when he was sent to wake him up before he missed breakfast. Fortunately for Harry, the git didn't tell anyone of it but the teasing from the boy was relentless. He showered quickly banishing the dream back into the depths of his mind and thirty minutes later, they were making their way down to the Great Hall.

His mood soured immediately when he found himself surveying the Slytherin table without meaning to. He quickly looked away before he could find the blond and plonked himself down onto the bench and busied himself with filling his plate. He didn't want Malfoy to think that he had affected him so.

Not that he needed to. He frowned spearing a sausage and cut it into bite pieces. He had thought that he needed to avoid the git after what happened and there Malfoy was not even giving him the time of the day!

The familiar mocking laughter caught his attention and his eyes were once again drawn to the table. Parkinson was pouting at the blond and to Harry's annoyance; the git was for once, paying attention to the girl, his grey eyes alighting with amusement.

Harry's heart skipped a beat when their eyes met a scintillating second – and passed right over. He blinked, his throat tightening just a fraction and the back of his eyes stinging. He returned his attention back to his breakfast even though he wasn't hungry anymore.

-0o0o0-

Gods. This was worse than being extremely ridiculous. This was positively horrible with a capital 'H' Harry thought as his face reddened at the plight he was in. The gossips about him no matter how true it was, was just beginning to die out and here he was being the butt of some comical joke again. He was beginning to think that Voldermort had secretly cursed him when the dark wizard died. A curse to make his life as miserable as it could be.

"Oh dear, now what are we to do here?" Professor Sprout said trying not to laugh like the rest of her students at the unicorn currently chewing happily on Harry's hair. The raven haired boy scowled at the Herbology Professor.

"Surely there's something you can do Professor." Harry said distressed, now that the creature was starting to groom him by licking his ear. "I thought that unicorns prefer the female touch?" That Grubby Plank woman or whatever her name was did say that, didn't she?

The short, stout witch hummed in agreement and took off her gloves as she approached. The rest of the class scattered as one to each side of the greenhouse on the assumption that the unicorn might not like it and decided to run amok. Nobody was taking Care of Magical Creatures Class this year, so no one bothered to remember the lessons.

Professor Sprout crept carefully up to Harry and the unicorn with an outstretched hand. For a moment there, he thought that he would be fine when his teacher rubbed its forehead but the creature whinnied and butted her hand away. She quickly took a step back looking apologizing to Harry and he sighed. "I think she likes you best because you're still a virgin Harry."

Harry gritted his teeth at the mention of it as the class tittered again. Even the Professor had given up trying on hiding her smiles. Well at least there were no Slytherins in this class he thought mollified. Wait… Did that mean that everyone here had lost their virginity? He stared around at his school mates accusingly. Well that sure got him in a surlier mood.

"Then I think it's best that I leave Professor." Harry said adopting a haughty tone like Hermione would sometimes when she's embarrassed and strode out before she could say anything. The unicorn docilely followed him as he stomped towards Hagrid's cabin. He was going to maim his half giant friend for letting a unicorn loose onto the ground.

But of course he didn't get the chance when he got to Hagrid's cabin. The half giant was holding a class. The second years were huddling together away from a few crates looking thoroughly terrified and disgusted at the same time. Harry had the suspicion that the crates held one of Hagrid's beloved monsters namely a new batch of Blast-ended-skrewts. Sometimes he wondered what the man was even thinking and he decided to just slip into the forest and leave the unicorn there.

"Look! It's a unicorn!" A girl squealed followed by equally high pitched delighted sounds. Well this might work too Harry thought as the girls quickly left Hagrid and ran towards him. "Slow down! You don't want to spook her do you?" Harry said and the girls approached with the utmost care. He gratefully released the creature to them as they guided her to their Professor, whose bearded face was currently coloring with disappointment.

Normally, the look would have Harry worrying his lips with guilt. But he just couldn't bring himself to care, especially when the boys started whispering and snickered together. Harry narrowed his eyes at them before spinning around and marched away back to the castle as Herbology was about to end. He was glad that he had free period after because he smelt distinctly like a horse and his hair was matted with the unicorn's saliva.

He found himself in front of the Prefect's bathroom a few minutes later. He knew that he could just kip back to the dorm and shower, but he felt like he needed to dunk himself into the scented bath or maybe drown himself in there.

"Pinefresh." Harry muttered, hoping that the password were still the same and scanned the corridor before ducking into the bathroom when the door swung opened. He didn't bother checking if the surroundings had changed as he made a beeline towards the huge bath. He turned on every single pipe available and soon, the bath was filled with warm water and perfumed foams with purple bubbles floating up to the ceiling which made him slightly giddy.

This time Harry looked around in case Moaning Myrtle was somewhere about peeking at him before he divested himself of his school robes which after a second of whiffing; he dumped the whole lot into the bath. Not the least bit sanitary but who was to know? Besides, it's not like he was washing his underwear in there. Even Ron couldn't be that disgusting he thought as he took them out and casted a drying spell, extremely satisfied that they were now smelling like Spring and flicked his wand again, the garments folding themselves sloppily. Harry shucked out of his underwear adding to the pile along with his wand. He finally entered the huge bath and submerged under the foamy water swimming the length of it, emerging at the other end and gasped.

Malfoy was standing near the door watching him. Charged silence hung between them as they stared. He panicked for a bit because he wasn't anywhere near his wand but it seemed, he was worrying for nothing. The blond gave him a curt nod and started to head for the door.

Disappointment and anger stabbed him. Before he knew what he was doing, furious words were already tumbling from his mouth. "You don't have to leave on my account you know! The pool is big enough to hold us in."

The Slytherin stopped, leaning a shoulder against the door and arched a brow at him. "What's got your wand in a knot Potter?"

"It's you! You've been ignoring me for the last four days!" Harry nearly screamed at the boy who was increasingly amused by the Gryffindor's outburst and wished he hadn't said anything when Malfoy strolled towards the bath with all the gait of a predator.

"Are you telling me that you missed me Potter?" He asked with a curl of his lips.

"No I –"

"Then what's the problem Potter?" The Slytherin cut him off and Harry shut his mouth with a click, utterly horrified at the idea and even more so, because why the hell was he so pissed off anyway? He would have given anything for the blond to ignore him years before. "Nice underwear, very charming indeed."

Harry looked up from his seconds musing to find Malfoy holding up his red and white heart-shaped boxers and combusted right there with embarrassment. He knew he shouldn't have worn that, lack of clean underwear or not. "Ugh! Give it back you git!" this time, he really did yell as he swam back to the other end.

"No one is stopping you Potter." The blond said as he stepped back from his reach. The offending garment was still in his hand, stretched out for Harry to take. He glared and took a swipe only to have it whisked away, the bathroom echoing with Malfoy's snickers.

The boy toyed with him a few more times before Harry was yelling again. "Give it! Or I'll hex – damn it Malfoy where's my wand?" The evil git took another step back whipping out his missing wand with another snicker. Harry glowered darkly at the boy not knowing what to do to get out of this predicament. He could just step out of the bath to retrieve his things and maybe beat the crap out of the boy in the process. It's not like he had never been naked in the presence of other boys before.

But that's different! the more sensible part of him screamed. We've never tried to see each other's bits or even thought to compare the sizes of our cocks and I'll bet that's what he wants us to do. Catch us in our birthday suit and mock us till the day we die!

Or he might want something more carnal… Harry blushed furiously at the other reasoning. Where are those fluffy towels when he needed them?

"Look Malfoy, I just want to get out of the bath so could you please leave for a moment so I can dress?" He said managing not to speak through clenched teeth and not yelling like he would normally have. The blond studied him for a second, tapping his lips with his wand (Ugh, most definitely polishing that later!) and let that hateful, disturbing smirk curved his lips.

"Will you hex me?" He asked eyeing the Gryffindor as he stepped closer.

"I'll promise a blood oath if you could just let me dress in peace." Harry answered, intense relieve washing over him as the boy covered the remaining distance with another step and returned his boxers to the pile of clothes. He was beginning to thank him, but the words stopped as soon as it started. The blond was still holding onto his wand and began to disrobe in front of him. When the other boy began unbuttoning his shirt and displayed a peek of pale toned chest, Harry quickly hid his flaming face into the crook of his elbows with a strangled cry. "What the fuck are you doing Malfoy! I told you to leave!"

"I never said I'll leave." He heard the Slytherin's reply and Harry froze feeling the water rippled with tiny splashes. He stopped breathing at the warm breath playing at the back of his neck. "But I can promise to let you dress in peace."

The disturbance in the scented water told him that Malfoy had moved away. He chanced a look and twisted around to see. The blond was now in the middle of the pool with his back towards him and Harry stared without meaning to. His hair looked the lightest of gold when it's wet and the pale shoulders looked like marble. He wasn't as broad as Harry was but the muscles rippling his back was… beautiful.

What the fuck?

"Still there Potter?" Malfoy said unconcerned as he lathered an arm with the foams. Harry clambered out distracting himself from the disturbing discovery with a red towel which had popped into existence and rubbed himself down while keeping an eye on the other boy. He was dressed in a matter of seconds and a mere closed door from leaving the bathroom before hearing the chuckles and Malfoy was pressed to his back. He hissed from the sharp sting on his neck just below his ear. Then acute pleasure flooded him as the blond sucked on the bit of flesh – nipping, lapping and sucking as the blond moved further down his neck.

"For the days you missed me Potter." Harry's sluggish mind barely made sense of the words before he was suddenly jostled out into the corridor. He sank onto his knees heaving a deep breath internally cursing his hard on and glared at the door. "Bastard!"

-0o0o0-

In the following days, the students learnt to steer clear from Harry. He was that cranky from having to glamorize the hickeys before they disappeared, meaning that he had to get up way before the others and he wasn't a morning person. Add to being absolutely cantankerous, he also couldn't concentrate on anything but the Slytherin blond. He was furious with the git for playing with him and was looking for opportunity for a little payback. Sadly, it wasn't to be since Malfoy was now done with his community service and was constantly accompanied by his friends where ever he went and was back to ignoring him.

The last of his good quill snapped in his hand as he watched the blond leaving the library with Zabini. Hermione tutted impatiently but didn't say anything otherwise having been at the end of the brunt too many times lately and handed him one of her own. Ron however hadn't learnt his lessons.

"Mate, you seriously need to stop obsessing over that pointy ferret!"

"Who said I'm obsessing over that git?" Harry snapped, flashing his emerald eyes at the redhead.

"Right you're not. You've only been destroying whatever is in your hands as soon as Malfoy leave your sight. The war is over Harry and I don't think he's planning to be the next dark lord." His friend scoffed and Harry gritted his teeth.

"We've been over this before Ron. I am not worried about the prat being the next dark lord!"

"Then what is it about? Surely it's not because of that stupid kiss?" Ron pushed on exasperatedly.

"It's not a stupid kiss!" He snapped and realized what he said. He recovered quickly before both of his friends noticed the slip. "I mean that's just stupid! I'm a virgin not a total prude who doesn't know how to kiss."

Ron's face turned as red as his hair and mumbled something he couldn't hear. It didn't escape Hermione's hearing however and was soundly smacked.

"Ow! Mione! What was that for?" he scowled at his girlfriend reproachfully as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Just leave Harry alone and you-" She hissed narrowing her eyes at him with the scariest knowing glint in them. "I honestly don't care what happened but if you're planning something then get it over with and done!"

Hermione slammed her book startling the two boys and swept everything into her bag. She rose to leave but spun around snatching her quill from Harry's hand and stormed off. He groaned inwardly. Hermione couldn't have known what he was actually planning did she? He thought panicking a bit while Ron sighed dazedly watching the witch's retreating back. "She's wonderful isn't she?"

Harry snorted feeling rather amused for the first time in so many days and the redhead cleared his throat, his cheeks pinking slightly as he busied with his unfinished essay. He couldn't help chuckling at his friend who in turn scowled at him before giving in to a very sheepish smile. "You know – if you're that unhappy with Malfoy, you can just hex him to the next century. I'm sure he bloody deserved it."

It was perfect. It's the only way to get the git alone. He grinned at his best friend. "Ron, you're brilliant mate."

"Well, I am a closeted genius." He grinned back smugly before returning to his homework leaving Harry to plot.

-0o0o0-

The plan was perfectly executed and Harry congratulated himself for landing the two of them in detention that night. He had made certain that it was Professor Flitwick who found them and everyone knew he only ever gave lines to write.

Malfoy was already there seated in a seat in front of Professor Flitwick's desk. He sneered when he saw Harry, still extremely angry that he was stuck in detention when he wasn't even the one who instigated the fight. Harry apologized for being late and took a seat two rows behind the blond.

"I am very disappointed with the both of you." The Professor admonished them in his squeaky voice. "You were doing fine a few weeks back. Now I don't want to know who is responsible for it but this enmity has got to stop. If I ever catch any of you young men fighting in the corridor again, I will not hesitate to send you to the headmistress. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." The boys mumbled.

"I trust the detention will go smoothly without any problem?" Professor Flitwick added as he jumped off the stool. Malfoy popped his neck in a very un-Malfoy way. He could just imagine the glare he was shooting at the teacher as he seethed.

"Yes sir." Harry replied louder this time willing for the charms professor to just go. The small wizard nodded satisfied and waved his wand, a sentence was magically scrawled onto the chalkboard.

"I want an inch of this. Just leave it on the table when you're done, I will collect it in an hour." He said. With another wave, parchments of the exact measurement appeared before them and the Professor gave them one last warning before leaving them to start on their punishment.

Harry sighed slumping into his chair. He thought the wizard would never leave and dug his (Ron's actually) quill from his bag and casted a self-writing charm on it. Malfoy was already beginning his and he quickly scribbled a line before letting go of the quill and made sure that it was copying the exact sentence. He grinned satisfied muttering another spell and Malfoy's parchments flew all over the room.

The Slytherin swivelled around with a deadly glare. "You're a right bastard Potter!" he spat angrily. Harry snickered watching the livid boy stomped around collecting the scattered parchments. The perfect opportunity arose. Malfoy retrieved the last parchment presenting his back to him as he tapped the sheets on the teacher's desk and Harry pounced latching his mouth onto the blond's nape.

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