AN: I had actually written half of this ages ago, but i wasnt sure where to take it. Now i think i know what to do, so hopefully i can update in the end of december as well :)
Harry was meant to meet Draco in the owlery the following day. The Slytherin had sent him a note, after breakfast, then proceeded to ignore him like he was simply air. That wasn't the worst though. Draco allowed Pansy to cling on him. Now that went over Harry's line. He knew his anger wasn't actually justified, he had no real claim on Draco, but it didn't mean he couldn't be angry at the blonde nonetheless. Harry had sworn to himself he would claim what was meant to be his. He wasn't going to give up on his own promise to himself. He would get Draco. Maybe he shouldn't have allowed Draco to dominate the bathroom affair, maybe he should simply grab the other and shove him against a wall. The idea going through his head sent a shiver down his spine and he picked up the pace as he saw the owlery coming closer.
Draco stood outside, looking around, like he was making sure Harry was alone. When Harry came close enough, the blonde pulled him into the shadows before frantically whispering into his ear.
"I don't have much time, listen well Potter. Dumbledork is after you. I think he realize what you did. He threatened to make his spy suggest involving me in deatheater activities to you know who. Fuck Potter what have you gotten me involved in. We can't be seen together anymore. Write to me with milk if you find anything to help us get rid of either of those manipulating idiots." He pulled away, before he strode down the stairs, not looking back as he walked towards the castle.
Harry couldn't really grasp what had just happened. The only thing running through his head being that the blonde was in danger. His fists clenched by his side without his permission. "Fuck." He groaned before slamming his fist into the wall. Dumbledore wasn't happy with what he had done it seemed. Harry chuckled to himself. The man was indeed manipulating. Trying to force Harry to come to him, either in furry or in regret. Neither of them was a possibility though. He needed to find Hermione and Ron.
He whipped his now bleeding hand in his robes, before walking the path Draco had just taken, returning to Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron was in the common room. They didn't seem to notice him though, too busy whispering about something. He approached them, not really knowing why he was thinking about telling them. It wasn't like they had told him what they had been up to when he had been all by himself this summer, grieving over Cedric and his generally shitty life. Maybe he shouldn't tell them, maybe he had to handle this one on his own. He changed direction in the last second, moving towards the boys dorm. He would have to find a way on his own. The last four years he had been way to dependent on Hermione's knowledge from books, maybe it was time he made his own.
Sure, he would depend on the two of them for school work and for Dumbledore to believe he had managed to manipulate him just a little. That didn't mean he had to share his plans with them though. Maybe this should simply just be his and Draco's thing.
He sat on his bed, closing the curtains and pulling out the map, looking for Dumbledores dot. He was in Snape's quarters. Harry stared at the two dots for some time, before he pushed the map away, slapping his forehead. Of course. Snape was the spy. How stupid could one be. That had to be why Dumbledore trusted the slimy git so much. He sighed softly, before muttering. "Accio milk and parchment."
He wrote a short message, before putting it under his pillow. He would have to hand it to Draco during class tomorrow. Draco would have to deal with Snape. Even though Harry wanted to protect the other, he knew that with Snape he had no hoped of convincing him of anything.
He sighed softly, muttering. "Mischief managed" He put the map away, lying down in his bed, looking up into the ceiling. What could he possibly do about Dumbledore. He had feared the old man would realize what he had done, but he had hoped it would have taken him a little longer and given Harry time to actually come up with a plan for how he would deal with the old man.
He furrowed his brows in thought. He would have to somehow satisfy the old man, make him believe he had gotten Harry under control. The question was how. He shook his head. Hid priority was making sure Draco was safe. Maybe that was how he should let Dumbledore believe he had managed to control him. Harry sat up, chuckling to himself, suddenly it was clear for him how he would make sure Draco was safe, while making the old fool believe Dumbledore had everything under his control.
He grinned, chuckling to himself as he pulled the letter out from underneath his pillow, ripping it into pieces. There was no reason to hide. Dumbledore knew Draco was his weakness. Why not let the old man think his weakness was what had made him carve in.
He just hoped it wasn't too late and what he had seen on the map had been Dumbledore instructing Snape to hint to Voldemort that Draco was ready. Draco was far from ready. He probably never would be. Draco might not see it himself, but Harry saw his strengths. He was a coward, but even cowards could be brave if they just had the right motivation. Harry believed Draco's mother would be the tip of the iceberg in the end.
Which meant he had to somehow help her out of Voldemorts hands. That would possible turn out to be troublesome. He sighed. What he didn't do for that stupid Slytherin.
He smiled for himself, remembering their interactions earlier this week. The way their hands were connected underneath the table. How warm Draco's cheek felt under his lips. The way his eyes shone with mirth as he offended Zabini. Harry wanted to go see the Slytherin right away, but he knew it would only risk his plan. He was meant to be worried about the Slytherins safety, not sacrifice him, simply because he missed him. It could very well ruin his plans if he didn't approach Draco at the right time.
He shook his head. It had been a lot easier simply allowing Dumbledore to manipulate him, denying his feelings for Draco and pretend his friendship with Ron and Hermione wasn't a bit fishy. At times he truly missed his Gryffindor self, though his Slytherin part, seemed to know what to do more often than not. It was exhausting though.
He sighed and laid back down, moving over so he could pull his covers over him, curling up, before he fell asleep, too exhausted to get into his night clothes. Sleeping was simply too tempting at the moment and he felt like after all the thinking he had done, he deserved it.