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Harry spent that night in his dorm, gloating to himself over the success of his first plan. The look on Draco's- no, Malfoy's- face was just too funny! Rolling over on to his stomach, he laid his head on the pillow and dreamed of Malfoy's surprised face for the next ten minutes, until he realized exactly what he was doing.

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Draco was at a loss on what to wear the next morning. Sunday mornings were imperative to his vanity, as he knew everyone would be wide awake and refreshed from Saturday nights sleep, and would not be too tired to notice any flaws. He searched through his wardrobe desperately. Nothing. Finally giving up, he grabbed a tight black t-shirt with the words "I'm having a bad hair day, call 911" on it (gift from Zambini. Ha. Ha.), and a pair of baggy jeans, once again leaving his hair out of style. He grabbed a book on constellations and rushed down to the Great Hall.

As soon as he got there, two green eyes were following his every move. He smirked as he felt himself being watched. Potter. He'd almost forgotten. Not that he could ever forget Potter. No, he'd almost forgotten his little revenge scheme. Moreover, he'd nearly forgotten he'd ever had one. He'd been too busy reminiscing over the time they'd spent together the day before.

He looked up and into Potters eyes. For a moment, all they did was gaze. Heat and tension were so strong, the Hufflepuffs could feel them from across the room. Challenging himself to do more than just stare, Harry smirked his Malfoy smirk duplication, and went back to talking to his friends.

Hey! He did it again! That smirk is trademarked by the Malfoy Family! I could sue you, Potter! Draco laughed at the thought. Potter can use it. But only 'cuz it looks so damn good on him.

Finishing his breakfast, Draco decided to write a letter to his mother. He took out some parchment and a quill, and began to write. When he was finished, he took it up to the owlery and found his owl, Persephone. He was just tying the letter to her leg, when a voice behind him made him stop.

"Who's the letter to, Malfoy?"

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Harry had gone up to the owlery to mail a letter to Remus, and was surprised to find Draco there. Alone. He smirked, the possibilities were endless. Now that he had the silver-eyed boys attention, he ran over a list of new ideas in his mind.

***

Draco decided he should try to get the boy-who-lived back for what he did yesterday. With a smirk, the idea formed in his brain.

"Oh, just my boyfriend." Harry stopped short, and Draco laughed. "He goes to Durmstrang. Met him during the Triwizard Tournament." He let the bird fly, and turned back to Harry.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Harry said, nonchalantly. "That's cool. Me too." Draco knew he must have looked like a fish, his mouth open wide and eyes all bugged out like that. "He goes to Durmstrang too. Think they'd know each other?"

Draco recollected himself and laughed. "Be surprised if they did. My boyfriend likes to keep to himself." Harry laughed.

"Really? Mine's the kind of guy who's always partying and having fun. Quite funny. Too bad he's only average in the sack." Draco took several seconds to recollect himself after that one.

"Yeah. Same here. He's on his house quidditch team, though, so he has a great body." He smirked at that one. That was bound to stop Potter short.

"Really? House team? Mine too. Are you sure they don't know each other?"

"They could. Maybe they're friends." Draco said.

"Who knows. So far away from their boyfriends in Hogwarts," Harry walked up to Draco until he was face to face with him. "Maybe more..." Draco felt the heat from Harry's body, as Harry got closer and closer. His breath teasing Draco's neck, Draco soon felt paralyzed with arousal. How can one boy make me feel like this? Especially this boy... Especially the one boy I shouldn't feel anything for....

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How can he make me feel like this? Like I would give anything just to be closer... Harry sensed Draco's body tensing. Those silver eyes, more perfect than anything he'd ever seen, were wide and surprised now. Not unlike that day on the quidditch field. Harry unconsciously ran a finger down the Slytherin's jaw-line, and felt the shiver of pleasure that rocked through his body.

"Maybe a lot more..." he breathed, unable to control his actions any longer. He closed in for the passionate kiss he'd wanted ever since that night by the Whomping Willow...

***

NOW! IT HAS TO BE NOW! Reluctantly, Draco slipped out from the spot Potter had trapped hin in. Harry looked up, surprised. He smirked wickedly.

"Well, Potter. That was unexpected. A civilized conversation between two of the worst enemies in the school, about imaginary boyfriends. Extremely weird. I guess I'll see you around."

As Draco was walking away, he turned to a stunned Boy Who Lived, and winked. "I hope you know what you're getting into, Potter. You may beat me at quidditch, but when it comes to this sort of thing,... well, I'm prince of this realm. See you 'round."

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Harry watched the Slytherin Prince go, stunned at the words just spoken. Finally, he smiled. "HE'S the one who doesn't know what he's getting in to. He'll learn that soon enough." With that, he walked out of the owlery, and back to the Gryffindor Tower.