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Hi! Next chapter, last chapter. It took a while, to say the least... Draco and Harry will be snogging and stuff.

Slash lies ahead. SLASH. Major, major SLASH to make up for chapter 4's lack. Don't like slash, don't read. Easy enough, eh?

Note: Draco POV, takes place subsequent to the third book, the aftermath of the Slytherins' first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson with Professor Lupin.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling and is being used without permission, but not for profit.

Boggart Fantasies: The Deal
By: J.J. the hinkypunk

I wondered how I was about to get into the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey scampering about. She was horribly stiff and I'd be the last person she'd let in. You'd think Harry was dying or something, she always makes such a fuss. I heard a rustling from inside the wing. The door opened with a creak, and Madam Pomfrey pranced out. Hello, Malfoy. No visitors at this hour, sorry. She walked past me in a hurry, not bothering to make sure I kept out of the hospital wing. When she was clearly out of sight, I latched my hand on to the old doorknob, turned slowly, and approached the inside of the hospital wing.

One light was on behind a curtained bed. I asked. I had to make sure it was him.

Malfoy, get out! I have a throbbing headache already! It doesn't need to be worsened, thanks. He groaned through the curtain.

I was just coming in to see if you're all right. So, does your head still work? Seeing stars? I smiled, but then became dissatisfied. I'd come to see him because I had this strange feeling that I wanted him again, and that I had to have him. But why did I always have to choose the wrong pick up line? Can I come in? He groaned once more.

If that'll get rid of you for good, fine. I opened the curtain to his section of the hospital wing. He looked horribly tired and sat propped up on a few pillows with an ice pack (the kind that don't make a person sopping wet like those damn muggle ice packs do) on his head.

How long is Pomfrey keeping you in here? I asked.

I'm out tomorrow. The match will be rescheduled for Monday. I nodded. Silenced passed though us, allowing me time to gather concentration and nerve to say what I really wanted to say.

Remember the boggart in our third year? And how you came up to my dorm?

What are you talking about, Malfoy? He gazed at me. Thinking for a moment, he added, My brain isn't working properly at the moment, give me a minute... oh, you mean when I was the shape of your boggart, er, when your boggart was me, rather?

Yes, that. Well, I was remembering it, and I began to wonder, what would happen if I had gone through with it, I blabbered.

Er, we would have kissed for a few more seconds, laughed about it, and never spoke a word of it, he answered. Which is basically what happened...

More silence swept through us. It was almost shatteringly cold. I fumbled through my head to find words, but nothing came to me. After several minutes and probably after going a little bonkers, I blurted out, Harry? Are you a virgin? He shot the dirtiest of looks in my direction.

What kind of question is that, Malfoy? Why does it matter to you? he responded, only a tad irked.

Ah, so you are, then. Anyone who is not would say so instantly. He scrunched his face as I grinned in triumph. He hated my being correct more than anything. Poor little Potter, the virgin.

GET OUT, MALFOY! he shouted. He sunk deeper into his pillows, seemingly relaxed. Harry was gaping at me, as if he hoped to coerce me out of the room with a forceful glare. I sulked.

But I've got nowhere to go. I sat there. More silence.

Well, are you a virgin? Ha. Inquiring minds have to know, I suppose. I thought about Harry's question. Should I lie or abide by the lovely policy of truth?

Er, well, erk... oh dear... technically, ahem... er, yes. I coughed this up as quickly as I could. I had chosen to go along with the truth of things--something I was horribly unaccustomed to. I was probably foaming at the mouth because of it...

Really? You? No kidding. I'd've been shocked to death if you actually got some. He laughed.

Now it was my turn to shoot dirty looks. Hell, Draco Malfoy could get anyone. Except for Harry Potter. I had to get him, something was itching me inside. I don't know why, it was just this random feeling, I suppose. Maybe it was because of his ever growing legend--a legend of the caliber that I desired--or maybe it was because I was curious. You know, gotta have sex with someone at some given time, and it felt like the time. I pondered ways to snag myself a Harry, couldn't use a boggart again, or could I? Yes, wow, that's what I would do. What a plan, I told myself, what a plan.

Harry, you want to have sex, right? I asked.

Er, sure. It looks... nice. He laughed.

Fuck me.

You? No. I'm into Cho, you know. We've been dating for a month or so now. I can't do that to her. Not to mention, I don't like you. More awkward silence.

Cho? The Ravenclaw girl? She's all right. Nothing compared to me, though. See this sexy ass? I turned around jokingly and showed it off. He sniggered. I knew he liked it, there was some yearning in his voice, masked by amusement.

Yes, I admit, your ass is as pretty as a picture, he said, after sobering up.

So let's fuck. Just for the hell of it. Because I'm hot and you're hot, and it would just be, you know, hot.

Harry was about to refuse the offer when he caught himself and contemplated some more. Well, I would, under one condition.



You're boggart is me, right? I wouldn't mind grabbing a few of my friends, taking them down to a boggart, and watch you snog. It'd be great, actually.

You really want to see yourself from a third person's point of view, kissing me?

Yeah. Are you kidding me? I'd make pop-corn.





Oh, that muggle food. I've seen it before...

Do we have a deal, Malfoy?

Did I really want to do this? Hm, I thought. All in all, yes, I wanted to.

All right, tomorrow, midnight, find a boggart tonight and meet me then at the Owlery. I nodded, it sounded great. All I had to do was kiss boggart Harry, then I'd be kissing real Harry. Nice. Or so I thought. Finding the boggart was a lot tougher than I had imagined. I used the incantation, but it lead me nowhere. Wonderful. I'd just have to tell Harry that, at present, there were no boggarts in the castle. But then he might bail on me. Perhaps I could switch the deal around a bit so that we fuck first, then he'll watch me with the boggart. It was worth a shot, I had nothing to loose.

The next day dragged on until evening was approaching and the sky faded from a shade of baby blue to a shadowed magenta and finally a misty black. I watched the hands on my watch carefully awaiting midnight. Crabbe and Goyle had no idea I was doing this, I'm sure they would not have been able to contain their laughter if they did.

The road to the Owlery was not much of an adventure, it was as if all of Hogwarts had been frozen over in time so that I had a clear path to Harry. Maybe it was so, but I'm sure it was only because my mind was on other things; I couldn't have cared less if Peeves was behind the bend or Mrs. Norris was lurking in the crevice behind a door. Nothing could stop me now.

I entered in silence. Harry was already there, toying mindlessly with his owl (which was much uglier than mine, I might add). Well, I do hope you've found a boggart so that I can watch you, er, kiss, he said, tentatively. I shrugged. There wasn't much I could do, there didn't seem to be any boggarts around.

Sorry. Fuck me anyway? He paused to think about it.

All right. He smiled. It got me a bit nervous, if you want to know the truth. Why would he just agree like that? It was really weird... Nevertheless, I wasn't about to argue. I wanted him, my stomach was nearly growling of hunger. It felt strange, as if I could feel him throbbing inside me, he was hot, burning... oh I had to have him now. I needed to have his scrawny arms around me, I needed to feel his plush lips against mine, his tongue drifting over my entire body piece by piece.

His tapered fingers knowingly undid my robes. He never made a sound when he peeled them off my clammy skin and let them fall to the floor, forgotten. No undergarments--an element of me that Harry thoroughly enjoyed. He laughed in amusement and slowly ran his fingers over my chest as if he wanted to feel every part of my torso and memorize its shape. His eyes flickered wildly beneath his glasses, they paused on my rigid hardness and his hands drifted down to my hips, daring to make their way to my arousal...

Take me, Harry, I murmured, kissing his throat. He chuckled indignantly.

Sure about that, Malfoy? I'm not a pure-blood, you know. Wouldn't it pollute you or something?

Damn you, Potter. I want you, please. No, Malfoy, don't beg, don't beg. Stay in control, don't shatter... But I shattered like glass in burning weather. His strangely cognizant hand moved to the tip of my erection and stroked back and fourth rhythmically. I caved in, every muscle in my body clenched and tightened, twitching uncontrollably.

Then it all made sense. Why he was so willing to screw me, why he seemed like a pro when he was supposed to have been a virgin. His face began to change, the scar faded first. His shining black hair lightened, it was... red. Freckles came next, his height changed (he grew taller), and his lanky limbs became thicker and stronger.

Why are you looking at me like that, Malfoy? he inquired. Oh shit. My time's up, isn't it? Standing before me was George Weasley. It was repulsive. Polyjuice Potion. Nice touch, don't you think? He laughed maniacally.

And that was that. Every time, from then on, I passed the Gryffindor table with a lowered head. I couldn't make eye contact with them, they'd laugh. George especially. He had had amazing fun. I suppose I had, too, albeit before I had known he wasn't Harry. Well, I'll take Harry anywhere I can get him, you know? He's pretty sexy. Well, move on, Malfoy, I told myself, it's not going to happen. And besides, he started dating some Ravenclaw the next year, I didn't want to barge in on them or anything. I won't go near boggarts anymore, however. I'll never forget how depraved they can make a person. You'd never believe it, would you?

end fic

And that, my friends, is all. :)

J.J.
all finished