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Chapter 4:

Action

Harry could hardly pay attention to what the teachers were saying during the day. Today was the day of the plan; he had finally gotten all the pieces together. He had worked on it a lot, had thought of it a lot, and now it was time for action.

It was already the beginning of October, and it had been a whole month since Malfoy had kissed him. Harry did not like the thought of waiting, and he wanted the truth revealed. He wanted to feel those soft pink lips on his again. It was as if he was hoped his plan would work, and he could not wait for the evening to fall.

At dinner, Hermione seemed to notice Harry's impatience.

"You've been distracted today, Harry. Are you alright?"

"Never better, 'Mione," Harry answered as he tried to work down his food as fast as possible. His optimism was not faked.

"Going somewhere, mate?" Ron was emptying his plate with the same rush as Harry, but that was not because he was going somewhere. It was just his way of eating.

"Yeah. I still have a lot of schoolwork to do, and I wanted to get a good night's sleep, so I'm trying to hurry a little."

'Little' was an understatement. Hermione pulled an eyebrow. It had been a lousy excuse.

"I've never seen you this obsessed with schoolwork, Harry." Although she did not want to believe it, Harry could see that she was happy to believe it.

"Anything can change, right?" Harry uttered, gulping down his pumpkin juice and standing up. "I'll see you in the common room later tonight," and he left the Great Hall before Hermione could ask what the real reason for his rush was.

Harry ran up the stairs to the common room to get his invisibility cloak and then went to the entrance of the Slytherin common room to wait for Malfoy.

Since Malfoy was a head boy, he had a separate bathroom. Malfoy was the only one who was allowed to use the bathroom. The Headboys received a password to enter the room, and that way nobody else could enter. Harry had gotten a password from Cedric Diggory in fourth year, when Cedric had told him to take a bath.

After dinner, Malfoy and the other Slytherins made their way to the dungeons. Harry waited for Malfoy to come back out again, knowing he would go freshen up.

Ten minutes later, Malfoy finally came out of the common room and left an agitated Harry standing up, slightly pissed for having been kept waiting for so long.

Harry followed him until Malfoy gave the password, and they entered a bathroom which, to Harry's surprise, was even more beautiful than the Prefects' bathroom. The room was blindingly white, and the towels looked so soft and comfortable that Harry wanted to touch them all, but right then, the towels would have to wait because there were other things Harry wanted to touch.

Malfoy closed the door and walked to the bath to start the water. The tub started to fill, and Malfoy turned around only to be shocked that he was not alone in the room.

Harry had taken off his invisibility cloak and was waiting for Malfoy to say something.

"What the hell are you doing here, Potter?" Malfoy bellowed, clearly not happy with his presence.

"I get what I want, Malfoy. Unfortunately for you, I want you." Harry hissed, his voice very raw.

He could see Malfoy's face hide as much feelings as possible and knew immediately that he was headed the right way.

Harry took one step forward and waited again.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy shrieked. He tried to sound as bossy and tough as always, but it showed that he was astonished.

"I'm standing here, Malfoy. Now, aren't you supposed to be undressing?" Harry asked innocently.

"I'm not undressing in your presence."

"You sure didn't mind during the holidays," Harry retorted, self confident. He was positive Malfoy had been lying to him, and he would make him pay. He would make Malfoy crawl back to him.

"But, if you're not keen on going into that tub, I will," Harry continued.

Malfoy's face paled, and Harry saw him swallow. Harry undid his robes and threw them onto the ground. Malfoy did not say anything...he just watched. Harry, then, started at his shirt, pulling it over his head in slow motion, trying to be seductive.

"I don't like where this is going, Potter. I don't want to see you in your naked glory." But still, Malfoy did not turn around, he did not cover his eyes, and he did not run away.

"You don't want to, or you don't want to admit you do?" Harry smirked.

"Shut it, Potter. Get the hell out of here!" Malfoy practically yelled, but it did not scare Harry away. He unabashedly started to unbuckle his belt under the gazing stare of Malfoy's stormy grey eyes, which were filled with disbelief.

He let his trousers fall down and stepped forward to where Malfoy was standing. "Aren't you coming, love?"

"Don't call me that you asshole!" Malfoy shouted, his cheeks reddening. Harry did not know if it was from frustration, anger, or if the Slytherin was just flushing over him.

Harry stopped in front of the boy, only inches away from his face.

"I was under the impression we had a great time during the holidays, but apparently you don't want this," Harry noted, dropping the last piece of clothing to the ground.

He stepped backwards, flashed a smile, and then walked towards the tub, which had put itself off when it was full.

Malfoy just stood there, eyes wide open. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then just left the room.

Harry didn't mind at all; he had gotten the wanted effect. He took his time in the tub until the mirror warned him that he would look like an old lady when he got out, so he finally wrapped a fluffy towel around himself and took his time putting his clothes back on.

"How was studying?" Hermione smiled.

"Great." Harry answered, entering the common room.

"Why weren't you in the library?" Harry felt as if someone had emptied a kettle of cold water above his head.

"What?"

"I asked, why weren't you-"

"I heard what you asked. Why are you asking?" Harry imparted, a little defensive.

"Because you said you were going to the library." Hermione looked up from her book and studied him suspiciously.

"Are you actually spying on me?" Harry said a bit angered.

"I thought you were acting strange, Harry." At this she turned to Ron. Harry turned to his friend too, hoping for a little support.

"Where were you if you weren't in the library, Harry?" Ron inquired. Okay, they had prepared the talk. Obviously the books were just accessories.

"I didn't feel like going anymore. I went outside to read a book," Harry lied. It was obvious that it was a lie.

"Is that why you hair is wet?"

"No." Harry stood perplexed. His friends were hearing him out. Why?

"Okay, okay. I went to see Malfoy because he was a prick last time. I figured he would be in his personal bathroom. Since he left shortly after, I thought I might as well use his bathroom, and I ended up staying there longer than I intended. Good enough?"

Hermione had a look in her eyes as if to say, "I told you so," and Ron rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, mate. Just don't lie about where you're going, that's all."

"Whatever. I'm going to bed now. It's already late." Harry was a little pissed for having spilled the truth, even though it was not the whole truth; however, Harry crawled in his bed with a happy feeling flooding over him. He had Malfoy right where he wanted him.

The next morning, the Gryffindors and Slytherins had Charms together again, and it was not something they were happy about, but Harry was. He filled his plate, slightly humming, and Hermione looked rather upset about it.

"What's wrong with you Harry?"

"What do you mean, Hermione?" Harry chortled cheerfully.

"You've been acting strange all year. Ever since… where did you go that time on the train? You went to see Malfoy didn't you? Something happened, right?"

"No. I told you I got caught up. Why is this about Malfoy all of a sudden?"

"It's rather obvious. You went to see him yesterday in his bathroom. We're not that thick, Harry." Harry wanted to believe her, but somehow he thought Ron was sharing her opinion. He presumed that she had made him nod while she was explaining her presumptions.

"You seem to have put a lot of thought into it," Harry announced, avoiding the question.

"I have because I care about you. Have you figured out what's up yet? Will you tell me?"

"No. I haven't. It has nothing to do with Malfoy." Another lie. It was not in Harry's nature to lie this much.

"It's not nice to lie to your best friends, Harry."

"Will you please drop it? I got out of bed in a good mood, and I want to keep it that way."

"I won't. You know that." Hermione stated, and Harry knew she was telling the truth.

Harry sighed and continued to empty his plate, already blaming himself for putting so much onto it.

By the time Charms class started, Harry was all happy again. Hermione could try to spoil his mood, but this was his shot to work with Malfoy again and to get him talk.

Today, Professor Flitwick talked about simple healing charms. In Harry's opinion, they did not seem so simple, but he tried his best to follow all the incantations. After a half hour, Professor Flitwick told them to put away the books and form groups.

"Malfoy, why don't we work together again?" Harry wondered. Malfoy turned around, his gaze cool, but Harry could tell he was slightly shocked.

"Preferably not, Potter. You seem to screw it up each time." Malfoy's tone was hostile.

"Try me," Harry said and walked to the same quiet corner they sat in last time; Malfoy followed, wand in hand. The others had teamed up already, so he had no choice.

"You start," Harry brommed, holding the knife in front of him.

"I'm not doing that," Malfoy bossed. Harry pulled a brow. They had to make a tiny cut, so that they could try to heal it afterwards.

"I'll heal it, Malfoy."

"I don't trust you." Harry sighed heavily, and made a slight cut in his own hand.

"Then you'll have to heal me first." Harry held his hand in front of Malfoy, a little bit of blood coming out of the cut.

"Sanitas," Malfoy pronounced. At first nothing happened, but then it started to heal.

"I'd rather have you lick it," Harry whispered, so only Malfoy could hear him. The boy looked confused, and Harry had never felt so good before. He then handed the knife to Malfoy again.

Malfoy took it hesitantly and made such a tiny cut that Harry had to try his best not to burst out laughing. Then, Harry grabbed his hand and pulled his wand out.

"I really like your hands, Malfoy," Harry growled while preparing for the spell, keeping in mind all the aspects Flitwick had told him.

"Shut it, Potter. You're starting to speak nonsense." Malfoy's tone remained cool. Harry hoped that inside Malfoy would want to keep talking to him, but he started to doubt any of his tricks would make a difference.

"Sanitas," Harry said. Nothing happened.

"Why does this always happen with me?" Harry yawped. A tiny drop of blood slid down his finger, and Malfoy paled. Harry pulled Malfoy's hand to his mouth and licked his finger gently to wipe the blood away. Malfoy looked alarmed.

"Better?" Harry loved to see the boy so helpless.

"Stop it, you idiot!" Malfoy snapped angrily. He pulled his hand away, but Harry took it back.

"Sanitas," Harry tried again. The tiny cut healed, and Harry felt proud of himself.

"I would want to lick all your fingers, Malfoy," Harry hissed seductively.

Malfoy wanted to cry out in horror, but could not as professor Flitwick made his way to the corner.

"Did it work, boys?" he asked, standing on a chair to be able to watch their hand. They showed the pink lines on their fingers that would fade away within hours.

"Very well," he said and went on to another group.

"Watch your filthy mouth, Potter, or I'll kick your ass." He was on the edge of bursting out.

"Maybe I want you to," Harry provoked. He liked to tease Malfoy more than he imagined he would.

"You're sick."

"You love it."

The class ended, and Harry walked out happily, but he had not paid attention to the observing look Hermione had given him.

"What was that all about Harry?" she questioned as they made their way out of the castle to go to Herbology.

"What about."

"You licked his finger. I saw you do it."

"It was because he had blood on it," Harry lied, but it was not a good explanation.

"Yeah, we do that all the time; lick each other's fingers because we have blood on it," she mocked. Ron was a bit behind because he had not been able to do the spell, and Harry hoped he would not take long. He did not want Hermione to look inside him again.

"There is something seriously going on between you two. I can just sense it."

"Please, Hermione. I'm not in the mood for this."

"What are you in the mood for then? To hang out with Malfoy."

"No." Harry tried to deny it, but it was visible in his eyes.

"I could see you were enjoying yourself. That was probably the reason you were so happy this morning, too."

"Yeah. Whatever. Just don't tell Ron."

"What? Are you serious? You and Malfoy?" Hermione shrieked.

"SSSSHHHH! Quiet please. We kissed on the train."

"You – oh my god – I knew it! I just knew it." She looked really proud of herself, and her large smile could not be wiped off her face.

"Don't be overjoyed. Malfoy acts like nothing happened. I guess it was a mistake."

"No. Aren't you together yet?" She looked concerned now. Harry sighed, suddenly feeling drained.

"No. We won't be either." Harry answered, rather sad. Having told Hermione lifted a lot of weight of his chest, but he also realized it was almost impossible for Malfoy to be in love with him.

Malfoy did not want to be near him...he hated his guts.

Maybe he had to give the Slytherin what he wanted and just leave him alone.

Maybe he had dreamed they kissed after all.

To be continued
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