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Since it was a Sunday, Harry didn't have to worry about going to classes. But because of that, he forgot to go to lunch. So it was mid- afternoon when Ron, Hermione, and Seamus came out looking for him.
"There you are! We've been looking all over for you," said Hermione as she sat down beside him.
"Sorry, I've been thinking."
"That's okay, mate. How did it go this morning?" asked Ron.
"Really well. I now know that he does indeed care. I think that breaking him down won't be too hard," replied Harry, still lost in thought.
"What if he already likes you?" Hermione asked.
"What?"
"What if Malfoy already has a crush on you?"
"I never thought of that." Harry stayed quiet while he thought of how his plan would have to change if that were true. In the end, he said, "I really don't think that would change anything. Being who he is, he won't want to do anything about it. He will want to take the high road and not fall victim to my seduction, if only to say that he is the only one that is immune."
"So, nothing changes."
"No, I don't think so. But I'll look for that next time I see him."
"I think you had better come in. You did miss lunch you know."
"Really? What time is it?"
"Around two."
They fell silent and just took in the beauty that was around them. Until Harry asked, "Seamus, why are you here?"
"I missed you Harry," was the Irishman's response.
"No, really. You never used to hang out with us before, why are you now? What happened to Dean?"
"Dean and Lavender are pretty into each other. Almost as bad as these two," gesturing to Ron and Hermione.
"Hey!"
"And besides, now I can brag about talking and sitting next to the hottest man alive."
"I really don't think Ron's that hot, but hey, if you want to brag about it," Harry teased.
"Hey!"
"You do realize that if you hadn't already said that I have no chance, I would be trying to jump you every time I saw you," Seamus said with a glint in his eyes.
"Why do you think I said it?"
This time it was Seamus who said, "Hey!"
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Down in the dungeons, Draco was lost in thought. He knew that he had feelings for the Boy-Who-Lived, but he didn't really know what to do about them. And if he was correct in assuming that the letter he received was from the dark-haired sex god, then he knew that Harry was going to try his hardest to get inside his pants. Draco didn't know whether to feel pleased that someone found him hot enough to do that, or disgusted with himself because he felt the same way about that person.
Draco was no stranger to people wanting inside his often very tight pants. Before Harry had turned god-like, Draco was the object of many girls' fantasies. And he reveled in that fact. Draco was the obtainable kind of hot. He was the bad-boy with the good boy looks. His platinum blond hair had grown out so that it was now past his shoulders; it was an odd day when he actually had it framing his face.
But now.
Now the object of his fantasies had to come back hotter than him and steal all his glory. What made it even worse was the fact that it seemed that he was the only one left who wanted a piece of the bad-boy of Slythern.
Draco was so lost in his thoughts that he never realized that he fell asleep somewhere in the middle of thinking of the hotness that is Harry Potter.
*^*^*^*DREAM*^*^*
Draco was wandering around the castle late at night. He was trying to get away from his dorm-mates who wouldn't stop pestering him about one thing or another. When he finally looked up to see where he was, he found himself in front of a painting that had Salzar Slythern and Godric Gryffindor bent over a parchment arguing.
"No, I won't allow it," Godric argued.
"Why not? It is a perfectly reasonable request," Salzar countered.
"He's one of mine!"
"And the other is one of mine, what's your point?"
Draco was now curious as to what two of the founders were arguing about. "Excuse me, who are you talking about?"
Both founders paused, their hands halfway to their wands. They turned to the intruder in their conversation and Godric said, "and who might you be?"
"Draco Malfoy. Who are you talking about?" he asked again.
Godric and Salzar exchanged a glance. "That does not concern you."
Before Draco could respond with something vile, the portrait swung open to reveal one Harry Potter, sans shirt and pants. Draco could only stare.
"Godric, Salzar, what are you arguing about at this hour? I could hear you all the way in my room!" the obviously woken up Harry asked.
"Nothing that concerns you. But what you might find of interest is this wanderer of the night. And that Flich is coming down the hall."
Harry looked around and grabbed Draco, pulling him inside.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" screeched Draco.
"Do you want to be caught by Flich?"
"I'm a prefect, he couldn't get me in trouble."
"He could if you were in the teacher's hall. What are you doing here anyways?"
"I got lost in thought and didn't know where I was heading. What are you doing in the teacher's hall?"
"Head Boy and Head Girl's room are down here," he answered, as if this explained it all. It actually did, but Draco didn't see it that way.
There was silence as they waited for Flich to move on to another part of the castle. Once they could no longer hear his footsteps, Draco felt it was safe to talk again. "I'll just be leaving then."
Draco was stopped from leaving though when he was slammed against the portrait. "Don't I get a reward for saving your hide?" asked Harry with a strange look in his eyes.
"I don't think," started Draco, but he was unable to finish due to the fact that he now had a very delectable pair of lips pressing against his. After a few moments, he recovered from his shock to respond with the same fervor. When Draco felt a warm pair of hands make their way under his shirt to touch the skin on his back, he involuntarily moaned. Harry took this as an opening and caressed the inside of Draco's mouth with his tongue. This caused Draco to melt even more.
When the need for oxygen became too much for them, they broke apart only to have their foreheads rest together and their hands never stop roaming.
"The way I see it, you have two options. You can either leave right now, and this never happens again, or we can go back to the bedroom," whispered Harry.
Draco responded by pushing off against the wall and pressing his lips against his soon to be lover once more. Since he didn't know his way around, he had to let Harry guide him blindly into their final destination.
Once inside the door, Harry quickly worked on taking off Draco's clothes. Once that task was accomplished, he pushed the blonde sex-god on the bed and pounced.
^*^*^*^*^END DREAM*^*^*^*
Draco found himself very rudely interrupted when he felt two boulders sit on either side of him and poke him. He wildly looked around, only to find no emerald-eyed savior and two rather large rocks. He gave an uncharacteristic sigh and leaned back into the couch.
"Just wanted to tell you he wasn't at lunch," rock number one said.
"What?" Draco sat up.
"You asked us to tell you what he did at lunch, he wasn't there," rock number two answered.
"How could he not be there?"
The rocks just shrugged. "Damn."
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It was after dinner that night that Harry put part two of his plan into action. He saw all the looks that the blonde Slythern was giving him during dinner and thought it best to move ahead of schedule. He completely ignored all the sexual innuendoes that were flying around during his departure. Didn't want to get jumped by any brave souls tonight.
He caught up with his Slythern angel in a deserted corridor. "Draco, wait up!" he called.
Draco turned, completely surprised, he thought no one had noticed he was gone. "What do you want Potter?" he sneered, covering any emotions of surprise he might have had.
"I just want to ask you something," Harry said as he stopped in front of the still sneering Slythern.
"What?"
"Do you like chocolate and strawberries?"
Draco was so shocked at the question that he failed to hide the astonishment that he was feeling. He quickly covered it with, "what the hell kind of question is that?"
"I think it is a very good question," responded Harry as he started backing Draco into the near by wall. "Do you like chocolate and strawberries?"
Draco hit the wall. "I, I don't know," he stammered.
"That's a shame." Harry was now as close as he could be to the scared wizard as he could be with out actually touching him.
"How, exactly, is it a shame?" Draco asked as he licked his lips.
"Because now you don't get to taste it." Harry bend forward so his lips were right next to his love's ear. "You will get back to me on whether you like chocolate and strawberries, won't you?" he whispered.
Draco, unable to form any cohesive words, just nodded.
"Good." Harry straightened out and took a step back. "Well, it was a pleasure talking to you again. Get back to me with that answer." He then turned on his heal and strode to the Gryffindor common room to announce his victory to his fellow partners in crime.
Since it was a Sunday, Harry didn't have to worry about going to classes. But because of that, he forgot to go to lunch. So it was mid- afternoon when Ron, Hermione, and Seamus came out looking for him.
"There you are! We've been looking all over for you," said Hermione as she sat down beside him.
"Sorry, I've been thinking."
"That's okay, mate. How did it go this morning?" asked Ron.
"Really well. I now know that he does indeed care. I think that breaking him down won't be too hard," replied Harry, still lost in thought.
"What if he already likes you?" Hermione asked.
"What?"
"What if Malfoy already has a crush on you?"
"I never thought of that." Harry stayed quiet while he thought of how his plan would have to change if that were true. In the end, he said, "I really don't think that would change anything. Being who he is, he won't want to do anything about it. He will want to take the high road and not fall victim to my seduction, if only to say that he is the only one that is immune."
"So, nothing changes."
"No, I don't think so. But I'll look for that next time I see him."
"I think you had better come in. You did miss lunch you know."
"Really? What time is it?"
"Around two."
They fell silent and just took in the beauty that was around them. Until Harry asked, "Seamus, why are you here?"
"I missed you Harry," was the Irishman's response.
"No, really. You never used to hang out with us before, why are you now? What happened to Dean?"
"Dean and Lavender are pretty into each other. Almost as bad as these two," gesturing to Ron and Hermione.
"Hey!"
"And besides, now I can brag about talking and sitting next to the hottest man alive."
"I really don't think Ron's that hot, but hey, if you want to brag about it," Harry teased.
"Hey!"
"You do realize that if you hadn't already said that I have no chance, I would be trying to jump you every time I saw you," Seamus said with a glint in his eyes.
"Why do you think I said it?"
This time it was Seamus who said, "Hey!"
*^*^*^^*^
Down in the dungeons, Draco was lost in thought. He knew that he had feelings for the Boy-Who-Lived, but he didn't really know what to do about them. And if he was correct in assuming that the letter he received was from the dark-haired sex god, then he knew that Harry was going to try his hardest to get inside his pants. Draco didn't know whether to feel pleased that someone found him hot enough to do that, or disgusted with himself because he felt the same way about that person.
Draco was no stranger to people wanting inside his often very tight pants. Before Harry had turned god-like, Draco was the object of many girls' fantasies. And he reveled in that fact. Draco was the obtainable kind of hot. He was the bad-boy with the good boy looks. His platinum blond hair had grown out so that it was now past his shoulders; it was an odd day when he actually had it framing his face.
But now.
Now the object of his fantasies had to come back hotter than him and steal all his glory. What made it even worse was the fact that it seemed that he was the only one left who wanted a piece of the bad-boy of Slythern.
Draco was so lost in his thoughts that he never realized that he fell asleep somewhere in the middle of thinking of the hotness that is Harry Potter.
*^*^*^*DREAM*^*^*
Draco was wandering around the castle late at night. He was trying to get away from his dorm-mates who wouldn't stop pestering him about one thing or another. When he finally looked up to see where he was, he found himself in front of a painting that had Salzar Slythern and Godric Gryffindor bent over a parchment arguing.
"No, I won't allow it," Godric argued.
"Why not? It is a perfectly reasonable request," Salzar countered.
"He's one of mine!"
"And the other is one of mine, what's your point?"
Draco was now curious as to what two of the founders were arguing about. "Excuse me, who are you talking about?"
Both founders paused, their hands halfway to their wands. They turned to the intruder in their conversation and Godric said, "and who might you be?"
"Draco Malfoy. Who are you talking about?" he asked again.
Godric and Salzar exchanged a glance. "That does not concern you."
Before Draco could respond with something vile, the portrait swung open to reveal one Harry Potter, sans shirt and pants. Draco could only stare.
"Godric, Salzar, what are you arguing about at this hour? I could hear you all the way in my room!" the obviously woken up Harry asked.
"Nothing that concerns you. But what you might find of interest is this wanderer of the night. And that Flich is coming down the hall."
Harry looked around and grabbed Draco, pulling him inside.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" screeched Draco.
"Do you want to be caught by Flich?"
"I'm a prefect, he couldn't get me in trouble."
"He could if you were in the teacher's hall. What are you doing here anyways?"
"I got lost in thought and didn't know where I was heading. What are you doing in the teacher's hall?"
"Head Boy and Head Girl's room are down here," he answered, as if this explained it all. It actually did, but Draco didn't see it that way.
There was silence as they waited for Flich to move on to another part of the castle. Once they could no longer hear his footsteps, Draco felt it was safe to talk again. "I'll just be leaving then."
Draco was stopped from leaving though when he was slammed against the portrait. "Don't I get a reward for saving your hide?" asked Harry with a strange look in his eyes.
"I don't think," started Draco, but he was unable to finish due to the fact that he now had a very delectable pair of lips pressing against his. After a few moments, he recovered from his shock to respond with the same fervor. When Draco felt a warm pair of hands make their way under his shirt to touch the skin on his back, he involuntarily moaned. Harry took this as an opening and caressed the inside of Draco's mouth with his tongue. This caused Draco to melt even more.
When the need for oxygen became too much for them, they broke apart only to have their foreheads rest together and their hands never stop roaming.
"The way I see it, you have two options. You can either leave right now, and this never happens again, or we can go back to the bedroom," whispered Harry.
Draco responded by pushing off against the wall and pressing his lips against his soon to be lover once more. Since he didn't know his way around, he had to let Harry guide him blindly into their final destination.
Once inside the door, Harry quickly worked on taking off Draco's clothes. Once that task was accomplished, he pushed the blonde sex-god on the bed and pounced.
^*^*^*^*^END DREAM*^*^*^*
Draco found himself very rudely interrupted when he felt two boulders sit on either side of him and poke him. He wildly looked around, only to find no emerald-eyed savior and two rather large rocks. He gave an uncharacteristic sigh and leaned back into the couch.
"Just wanted to tell you he wasn't at lunch," rock number one said.
"What?" Draco sat up.
"You asked us to tell you what he did at lunch, he wasn't there," rock number two answered.
"How could he not be there?"
The rocks just shrugged. "Damn."
*^*^*^*^*^*^
It was after dinner that night that Harry put part two of his plan into action. He saw all the looks that the blonde Slythern was giving him during dinner and thought it best to move ahead of schedule. He completely ignored all the sexual innuendoes that were flying around during his departure. Didn't want to get jumped by any brave souls tonight.
He caught up with his Slythern angel in a deserted corridor. "Draco, wait up!" he called.
Draco turned, completely surprised, he thought no one had noticed he was gone. "What do you want Potter?" he sneered, covering any emotions of surprise he might have had.
"I just want to ask you something," Harry said as he stopped in front of the still sneering Slythern.
"What?"
"Do you like chocolate and strawberries?"
Draco was so shocked at the question that he failed to hide the astonishment that he was feeling. He quickly covered it with, "what the hell kind of question is that?"
"I think it is a very good question," responded Harry as he started backing Draco into the near by wall. "Do you like chocolate and strawberries?"
Draco hit the wall. "I, I don't know," he stammered.
"That's a shame." Harry was now as close as he could be to the scared wizard as he could be with out actually touching him.
"How, exactly, is it a shame?" Draco asked as he licked his lips.
"Because now you don't get to taste it." Harry bend forward so his lips were right next to his love's ear. "You will get back to me on whether you like chocolate and strawberries, won't you?" he whispered.
Draco, unable to form any cohesive words, just nodded.
"Good." Harry straightened out and took a step back. "Well, it was a pleasure talking to you again. Get back to me with that answer." He then turned on his heal and strode to the Gryffindor common room to announce his victory to his fellow partners in crime.