AN: Tbh I really dont know anymore if this story make sense- so i would really appriciate if someone reviewed- Anyways- The plan starts to unfold! :)
Harry was not happy with the current bed situation. He lay on the right side of his bed, a mountain of pillows separating him from the blonde male. Draco was too smart for his own good. Why did he have to take away Harry's chance to cuddle.
Harry hadn't been lying. He actually was horny and the distance between them did nothing to still his hunger. If he could just press himself against the blonde male and burry his face in his neck, he would be plentily satisfied. Harry knew Draco would never actually agree to have sex, no matter how much Harry wished for it, so therefor even that small amount of closure, would be enough, for now.
He glanced at the Slytherin, who were peacefully asleep on his side of the bed. For a Slytherin Draco trusted Harry a lot more than he had expected him to. He smiled softly, watching Draco. He looked so innocent in his sleep. The usually sharp expressions on his face pushed away by a rather peaceful one. Even Draco's hair looked more relaxed. Harry listened closely to Draco's breathing, before he pulled his wand out, shrinking the pillows between them to no more than the size of a pea. He moved closer to Draco, letting out a soft breath as he circled his arms around the blonde male, feeling said male relax into his arms.
Draco was so warm. Harry gently pressed his face into the Slytherin's back, closing his eyes. This was how he wished he could go to sleep the rest of the year. Hell perhaps even the rest of his life.
Harry woke up, because something was moving rather wildly in his arms. He looked down, blinking as he was met by Draco's glare.
"Potter, let go of me. I need to pee, fuck."
Harry blinked, loosening his hold of the blonde, who wasted no time jumping off the bed and going to the bathroom. Harry rubbed his head sleepily, looking at the watch on his bedside table. It was no more than 5 am. He groaned, flopping back onto the bed, closing his eyes. Draco returned shortly after, raising an eyebrow at Harry when said male opened his eyes. Draco crossed him arms over his chest.
"Where are the pillows?"
Harry chuckled and rubbed his neck looking around. This made Draco look around too. Noticing a movement in the dark.
"I shrunk them." Harry held a tiny pea pillow up, grinning at Draco.
"Come back to bed. I wanna cuddle" Harry could see the anger in the grey eyes, but Draco seemed to store the anger away, because as soon as it had appeared it disappeared again.
"Harry" Draco purred.
Making Harry blink in surprise. The tone of Draco's voice went right down south. He hummed.
"Sit up" Draco kept purring his words, making Harry feel rather hot.
It was too early to be this turned on, by nothing, but it wasn't like Harry had much choice. He grumbled a little as he sat up on the edge of the bed. His lap soon occupied by the blonde Slytherin, who's arms circled around Harry's neck, in the process running through black hair.
Draco leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Your weasel is watching, let's give him a show."
Harry felt shivers go down his spine. He didn't much care if Ron was watching or not, he knew that Draco cared though and that made it so much easier to touch him. Draco had basically asked Harry to do inapposite things to him and there was no way Harry wouldn't do just that. Harry circled his arms around the blonde's waist, pulling him flush against his chest. Draco made a small grunting sound, but else pretty much let Harry dominate. Harry knew that their new position would tell Draco just how much Harry enjoyed this.
Harry noticed the way Draco's eyes widened, before the blonde seemed to try to get off his lap. Harry was having none of that and kept the other male in an iron grip, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"You might not be gay Malfoy, but it doesn't mean I'm not."
Harry could see Draco visible swallow, his eyes moving around trying to find a way out. Harry simply kissed Draco's cheek and released his hold on the other male. Draco's face was bright red as he quickly crawled into bed while seemingly for Ron's sake quickly spoke.
"Harry it's too early. Let's go to bed."
Harry hummed in response, before deciding he had to get the last word.
"Goodnight babe."
He could hear Draco curse into his pillow, Harry chuckled and rolled over to pull the resisting blonde Slytherin into his arms. Draco would be his soon enough.
The following week worked out pretty smoothly. They held hands in the halls, ate together at the Slytherin table and shared a bed at night. Harry had even been allowed into the dungeons once. Harry felt like he was literally in heaven, but sadly the stability of their fake relationship, meant Harry had to move forward with his plan.
Harry was in general a reasonable guy. He understood that some things were best kept a secret. After Voldemorts return last year, he had a nagging suspicion that Dumbledore was keeping something from him. Something vital for his future and he was going to find out what exactly that was. Luckily for him, the headmaster seemed worried about his and Draco's developing relationship and the distance he had been taking to Gryffindor, so he had asked Harry for a meeting.
The old man was easier manipulated than Harry had expected. The thing was that said meeting was tomorrow night and Harry still needed to talk to Draco about what his role was in this. He sighed and glanced at their connected hands. He wasn't sure Draco would help him with this, but he had to try. ยจ
He had no plans to be the mature of the wizarding world. He wanted to live and be able to live a normal life, without having to live up to stupid names like the savior or the boy who lived. Though this year the ministry was more often than not calling him a liar, which to be honest suited him fine.
He needed the tension among his fellow housemates, to make the old man worry further. Dumbledore was a crucial part of this game he had decided to play, perhaps even more crucial than Draco was, though Harry would never admit that to anyone, less alone Draco himself.
They were currently on their way to history of magic, but honestly the subject sucked, so they wouldn't miss out on anything. Harry pulled Draco into the secret alcove as soon as they passed it, hoping no one would notice due to the number of students on their way to class.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "What was that for Potter?"
Harry glanced around to make sure they were alone. "It's time to set the plan into works, Malfoy."
Draco had looked rather annoyed before, but at Harry's words a grin spread on his face, his eyes tingling with mirth.
"Continue." He nodded.
Harry took a deep breath.
"I need you to get veritaserum from Snape."
Draco blinked, huffing. "Potter are you stupid? How the hell would I manage that."
Harry ignored Draco's concerns and continued.
"And I need it before tomorrow night."
Draco snorted. "What do you need it for? I swear if it's just for the Weasel and the Know it all, I have better ways." He wiggled his brows, making Harry chuckle.
"It's for Dumbledore."
Draco shook his head. "I'm out Potter."
Harry sighed and rubbed his neck. " I need you to help me out. Snape would never give me the veritaserum, let alone just show me where he kept it. If you get it I'll ask Dumbledore one thing from you, which you can use as you please."
Draco seemed to consider it, before he sighed. "Fine Potter, but if I'm caught I will say you used imperius on me."
Harry rolled his eyes shrugging. "Then don't get caught"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Easy for you to say. Why do you even need to question the old fool"
Harry hummed softly, considering how he best could tell Draco, without truly telling him.
"He is keeping secrets from me. Secrets I suspect can keep me alive in the end."
Draco hummed. "what if you're wrong?"
Harry hadn't considered that. He furrowed his brows, thinking back on the way the headmaster had been acting this summer.
"I'm not. You didn't see him this summer. Avoiding me at all costs. Keeping me out of everything remotely interesting." Harry huffed.
Draco shrugged. "Let's make another deal Potter. I find the location for you, but you steal the bottle."
Harry rolled his eyes. "are you scared?"
Draco snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "shut it Potter. I'm not scared. That's the deal, take it or leave it."
Harry sighed. Really what choice did he have? He needed Draco to help him out with this. Snape was much more likely to tell Draco where it was or even give it to him if Draco suggested he wanted it for studying. Harry nodded.
"If you promise to try and get Snape to give it to you, I will steal it if you don't succeed."
Draco looked at him with a grim expression, obvious conflicted. "I will get it Potter."
He huffed and grabbed Harry's hand. "We have class, scarface. Time to go."
Harry chuckled, intertwining their fingers, following Draco out, leaning in to mutter in his ear.
"Let's pretend we sneaked away to make out."
Draco snorted. "Of course you would suggest that."
The blonde, nonetheless ran a hand through his hair a few times successfully messing it up. He glanced at Harry.
"Let's run to class, that will give us the cheeks color."
Harry hummed, before he started running, pulling Draco with him, chuckling as the blonde made a hmpf sound.
Needless to say, they were late to class and their messy state were certainly picked up by their classmates.
Harry winked at Draco, before moving to sit with Neville, simply because that was the only available seat on the Gryffindor side of the class. Draco taking a seat beside Bulstrode, raising a brow at the girl when she sent him a nasty gaze.
Harry turned his attention to professor Binns, who seemed unaware of their late arrival. One thing was certain, the ghost was the only one.
