AUTHOR's NOTES:
I can hear the angry clicking of the keyboards of fans, composing hate filled emails and reviews plotting my painful demise. ~Wicked Grin~
In quick response to a couple of reviews… (1) I like cliffhangers... Expect more of them… if I don't leave you desperate to know what going to happen next, then how do I know you'll keep reading… and… did I mention that I am evil.
(2) The Hot Apple Pie soap thing is based on an actual soap that a friend of mine carries in a shop that she owns… it smells exactly like hot apple pie, and trust me… if you smelled it, you'd want to eat it too.
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CHAPTER THREE: Such a Tease!
As the blonde's hand closed over the snitch, he looked up and into the eyes of his Gryffindor counterpart and grinned. Harry seemed to be half in shock and half in some kind of euphoric daze.
'I'll deal with him later' thought Malfoy as a wicked grin appeared on his face. He veered up on his broom and shot back into the sky holding the snitch high over his head, displaying his victory over "the boy who lived".
"Fuck!" boomed Finnegan's commentary. "Oh, sorry Professor… Malfoy catches the snitch and Slytherin wins the match," he continued with mock enthusiasm. Cheers erupted from the Slytherin stands and drowned out the groans coming from the other three houses.
After making a couple of laps around the field, Draco descended to the ground and was quickly surrounded by a gang of Slytherins who were rushing forward to congratulate him. He shook hands with Crabbe and Goyle while anxiously peeking over their heads to try to get a glimpse of what Potter was doing, He too had been surrounded by his friends, but he looked as if he wanted to escape but couldn't figure out quite how.
Draco gasped as he was suddenly lifted in the air by his housemates and carried around the field. He tried to bask in the excitement surrounding him, but he knew that the real celebration for his victory had yet to come.
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After sneaking out of the party that had spontaneous erupted in the Slytherin common room upon their arrival, Draco quietly crept down the stone steps leading to the boys' dormitory and retrieved his most valued possession, the invisibility cloak that he purchased with his birthday money a few years before. An excellent investment in his opinion, it had come in handy many times. He slipped the cloak around his shoulders, lifted the hood over his head and made his way back towards the common room.
"Shite!" he thought to himself as he turned back, he had almost forgotten the main reason he was making this trek in the first place. He jogged back to the armoire next to his bed and opened the bottom drawer. After casting the quick revealing charm necessary, he lifted out the bottom of the drawer and gingerly picked up a package from the hidden compartment. He quickly returned the armoire to its previous condition and resumed his journey.
Darting across the Slytherin common room was more difficult that he had originally planned. He had to duck a couple of times to avoid being clobbered by his drunken housemates who were completely oblivious to his presence.
After escaping through the portrait hole, he mounted the steps leading him up to the tower where the Gryffindor dormitory was located. He reached his destination quickly and smirked at his luck noticing a couple of Gryffindor sixth-years heading towards him, one of them he recognized as Ginny Weasley, The Gryffindor keeper and little sister of that sniveling prat Ron. He pressed himself to the wall as they passed him and then followed, being careful to keep his footsteps in-time with their own so they wouldn't realize he was there. After they uttered the password allowing them access to their common room, he snuck in right behind them, narrowly missing being hit by the portrait that swung shut once they were inside.
He looked around the Gryffindor common room and had to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter. The room looked as though it had been completely decorated in cheesy muggle hand-me-downs. How could they live like this? It was just pathetic. He glanced around the room, searching for Potter and was relieved when he was nowhere to be found. Granger and the other Weasley were sitting around a table close to the fireplace bickering about something completely uninteresting. If fact, it seemed like all of Gryffindor house was sitting around this shabby room completely absorbed in whatever mundane activity they were involved in. Some were playing chess, some were reading books, and a few of them were even listening to awful music and singing, horribly! Draco cringed and scanned the room until he located an archway leading to a staircase, which he assumed was the path to the dormitories. After dodging a few Gryffindors who had begun to dance, if you could call their choppy awkward movements dancing, he made his way up the staircase and veered off to the right hand side, which he hoped mirrored the Slytherin layout and led to the boys' dormitories.
As he pushed open the heavy door, which creaked loudly, he was momentarily relieved to find the room vacant. But then where was Potter? He was sure he must have been up here since he did not see him in the common room. He glanced around the room, noticing another door, which he assumed, must lead to the lavatories. He crossed the room and pressed his ear to the door. He couldn't hear anything. He cautiously opened the door and took a step inside.
He immediately heard the sound of running water and glanced over at the first shower stall and saw steam creeping around the small gap between the curtain and the beautiful marble wall. He suddenly realized that the Gryffindor lavatory was exquisite, from the wall-to-wall white marble tiles; to the large mirrors with ornate golden framework that hung over the large basins that looked at though they had been carved out of the same marble that covered the walls. 'What kind of priorities do these people have?' he thought to himself. 'Their common room looks like crap, but their bathrooms are extravagant'… he shook his head attempting to shake away the distraction. 'Focus Dammit!' He stared at the shower stall and his eyes were suddenly captivated by the steady flow of steam slithering through the gap between the curtain and the wall. He came to the realization that the object of his obsession was standing there completely naked just a few feet in front of him, completely unaware of his presence. A voyeuristic urge overcame him and despite the spasms of nervousness in his stomach, he found himself cautiously sneaking towards the shower stall. Step by cautious step, he inched closer and closer. Just a few more feet…
Draco froze in his tracks as he heard the knobs in the stall turn and the water abruptly was silenced. 'Bugger" he cursed under his breath and quickly dashed as quietly as he could out of the lavatory and back into the boys' dormitory, hoping that Potter wouldn't notice the door swinging shut as he emerged from the stall. Draco crossed the room and deposited the package in the middle of the Gryffindor's bed before crawling on top of the next bed over and making sure that he was completely covered by the invisibility cloak. He focused on being as quiet as possible so the boy wouldn't hear his still labored breathing or the sound of his heart pounding rapidly in his chest.
A moment later, Potter emerged from the lavatory with a red and gold towel wrapped tightly around his waist and proceeded towards the dresser that sat next to his bed. Draco suddenly realized that if Potter didn't notice the package right away that he would pick out something to wear and take off the towel before slipping on his undergarments. He cursed himself for spoiling his second chance to see the boy naked and vulnerable. He then realized that at some point, the boy was going to have to remove his towel to put on clothing anyway, it just probably would not be as soon as it would have been otherwise. He couldn't help but smirk at the fact that he was going to get what he wanted, eventually.
His breath caught in his throat as he became aware that Potter had noticed the package. He watched with anticipation as the boy removed the note from under the bow and began to read it. He studied the boys face, waiting for some kind of reaction. When a look of confusion appeared, Draco couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Had the note been more vague than he realized?
With renewed eagerness, he watched again as the boy slowly untied the bow and removed the brown paper. Potter then cautiously removed the lid and smiled as he peered into the box. 'What the hell is he smiling about! Hurry up and remove the wrappings you prat' Draco thought anxiously. He watched as Harry's face changed from happiness to confusion as he reached for the wrappings and seemed surprised when they lifted weightlessly revealing the contents underneath. Draco grinned wickedly as Harry's jaw dropped as he finally saw what the gift really was and was even more pleased at the expression of shock when he realized who had sent him the package.
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
This chapter could actually be sub-titled attack of the run-on sentences… I read through it several times before posting it, since I am often too impatient to wait until my chapters can be beta'd. – And I know that there are a few sentences that are just long beyond all reason, but I have them worded exactly the way I want… so fuck it.
This chapter appeared completely extemporaneously in my mind today… I had originally written a chapter that picked up where the last one left off… but then I decided that I needed to have some Draco POV (kinda) so that when I actually get to the sex scene, it would be clear that the sexual tension is mutual between the 2 boys. Yes, this means that more plot before the sex scene, but it all means that the next chapter is already halfway completed and will be posted soon… which means the sex scene that you are all waiting eagerly for should be posted very soon as well… please review, or I may have to postpone the sex scene even longer…
I can hear the angry clicking of the keyboards of fans, composing hate filled emails and reviews plotting my painful demise. ~Wicked Grin~
In quick response to a couple of reviews… (1) I like cliffhangers... Expect more of them… if I don't leave you desperate to know what going to happen next, then how do I know you'll keep reading… and… did I mention that I am evil.
(2) The Hot Apple Pie soap thing is based on an actual soap that a friend of mine carries in a shop that she owns… it smells exactly like hot apple pie, and trust me… if you smelled it, you'd want to eat it too.
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CHAPTER THREE: Such a Tease!
As the blonde's hand closed over the snitch, he looked up and into the eyes of his Gryffindor counterpart and grinned. Harry seemed to be half in shock and half in some kind of euphoric daze.
'I'll deal with him later' thought Malfoy as a wicked grin appeared on his face. He veered up on his broom and shot back into the sky holding the snitch high over his head, displaying his victory over "the boy who lived".
"Fuck!" boomed Finnegan's commentary. "Oh, sorry Professor… Malfoy catches the snitch and Slytherin wins the match," he continued with mock enthusiasm. Cheers erupted from the Slytherin stands and drowned out the groans coming from the other three houses.
After making a couple of laps around the field, Draco descended to the ground and was quickly surrounded by a gang of Slytherins who were rushing forward to congratulate him. He shook hands with Crabbe and Goyle while anxiously peeking over their heads to try to get a glimpse of what Potter was doing, He too had been surrounded by his friends, but he looked as if he wanted to escape but couldn't figure out quite how.
Draco gasped as he was suddenly lifted in the air by his housemates and carried around the field. He tried to bask in the excitement surrounding him, but he knew that the real celebration for his victory had yet to come.
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After sneaking out of the party that had spontaneous erupted in the Slytherin common room upon their arrival, Draco quietly crept down the stone steps leading to the boys' dormitory and retrieved his most valued possession, the invisibility cloak that he purchased with his birthday money a few years before. An excellent investment in his opinion, it had come in handy many times. He slipped the cloak around his shoulders, lifted the hood over his head and made his way back towards the common room.
"Shite!" he thought to himself as he turned back, he had almost forgotten the main reason he was making this trek in the first place. He jogged back to the armoire next to his bed and opened the bottom drawer. After casting the quick revealing charm necessary, he lifted out the bottom of the drawer and gingerly picked up a package from the hidden compartment. He quickly returned the armoire to its previous condition and resumed his journey.
Darting across the Slytherin common room was more difficult that he had originally planned. He had to duck a couple of times to avoid being clobbered by his drunken housemates who were completely oblivious to his presence.
After escaping through the portrait hole, he mounted the steps leading him up to the tower where the Gryffindor dormitory was located. He reached his destination quickly and smirked at his luck noticing a couple of Gryffindor sixth-years heading towards him, one of them he recognized as Ginny Weasley, The Gryffindor keeper and little sister of that sniveling prat Ron. He pressed himself to the wall as they passed him and then followed, being careful to keep his footsteps in-time with their own so they wouldn't realize he was there. After they uttered the password allowing them access to their common room, he snuck in right behind them, narrowly missing being hit by the portrait that swung shut once they were inside.
He looked around the Gryffindor common room and had to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter. The room looked as though it had been completely decorated in cheesy muggle hand-me-downs. How could they live like this? It was just pathetic. He glanced around the room, searching for Potter and was relieved when he was nowhere to be found. Granger and the other Weasley were sitting around a table close to the fireplace bickering about something completely uninteresting. If fact, it seemed like all of Gryffindor house was sitting around this shabby room completely absorbed in whatever mundane activity they were involved in. Some were playing chess, some were reading books, and a few of them were even listening to awful music and singing, horribly! Draco cringed and scanned the room until he located an archway leading to a staircase, which he assumed was the path to the dormitories. After dodging a few Gryffindors who had begun to dance, if you could call their choppy awkward movements dancing, he made his way up the staircase and veered off to the right hand side, which he hoped mirrored the Slytherin layout and led to the boys' dormitories.
As he pushed open the heavy door, which creaked loudly, he was momentarily relieved to find the room vacant. But then where was Potter? He was sure he must have been up here since he did not see him in the common room. He glanced around the room, noticing another door, which he assumed, must lead to the lavatories. He crossed the room and pressed his ear to the door. He couldn't hear anything. He cautiously opened the door and took a step inside.
He immediately heard the sound of running water and glanced over at the first shower stall and saw steam creeping around the small gap between the curtain and the beautiful marble wall. He suddenly realized that the Gryffindor lavatory was exquisite, from the wall-to-wall white marble tiles; to the large mirrors with ornate golden framework that hung over the large basins that looked at though they had been carved out of the same marble that covered the walls. 'What kind of priorities do these people have?' he thought to himself. 'Their common room looks like crap, but their bathrooms are extravagant'… he shook his head attempting to shake away the distraction. 'Focus Dammit!' He stared at the shower stall and his eyes were suddenly captivated by the steady flow of steam slithering through the gap between the curtain and the wall. He came to the realization that the object of his obsession was standing there completely naked just a few feet in front of him, completely unaware of his presence. A voyeuristic urge overcame him and despite the spasms of nervousness in his stomach, he found himself cautiously sneaking towards the shower stall. Step by cautious step, he inched closer and closer. Just a few more feet…
Draco froze in his tracks as he heard the knobs in the stall turn and the water abruptly was silenced. 'Bugger" he cursed under his breath and quickly dashed as quietly as he could out of the lavatory and back into the boys' dormitory, hoping that Potter wouldn't notice the door swinging shut as he emerged from the stall. Draco crossed the room and deposited the package in the middle of the Gryffindor's bed before crawling on top of the next bed over and making sure that he was completely covered by the invisibility cloak. He focused on being as quiet as possible so the boy wouldn't hear his still labored breathing or the sound of his heart pounding rapidly in his chest.
A moment later, Potter emerged from the lavatory with a red and gold towel wrapped tightly around his waist and proceeded towards the dresser that sat next to his bed. Draco suddenly realized that if Potter didn't notice the package right away that he would pick out something to wear and take off the towel before slipping on his undergarments. He cursed himself for spoiling his second chance to see the boy naked and vulnerable. He then realized that at some point, the boy was going to have to remove his towel to put on clothing anyway, it just probably would not be as soon as it would have been otherwise. He couldn't help but smirk at the fact that he was going to get what he wanted, eventually.
His breath caught in his throat as he became aware that Potter had noticed the package. He watched with anticipation as the boy removed the note from under the bow and began to read it. He studied the boys face, waiting for some kind of reaction. When a look of confusion appeared, Draco couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Had the note been more vague than he realized?
With renewed eagerness, he watched again as the boy slowly untied the bow and removed the brown paper. Potter then cautiously removed the lid and smiled as he peered into the box. 'What the hell is he smiling about! Hurry up and remove the wrappings you prat' Draco thought anxiously. He watched as Harry's face changed from happiness to confusion as he reached for the wrappings and seemed surprised when they lifted weightlessly revealing the contents underneath. Draco grinned wickedly as Harry's jaw dropped as he finally saw what the gift really was and was even more pleased at the expression of shock when he realized who had sent him the package.
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
This chapter could actually be sub-titled attack of the run-on sentences… I read through it several times before posting it, since I am often too impatient to wait until my chapters can be beta'd. – And I know that there are a few sentences that are just long beyond all reason, but I have them worded exactly the way I want… so fuck it.
This chapter appeared completely extemporaneously in my mind today… I had originally written a chapter that picked up where the last one left off… but then I decided that I needed to have some Draco POV (kinda) so that when I actually get to the sex scene, it would be clear that the sexual tension is mutual between the 2 boys. Yes, this means that more plot before the sex scene, but it all means that the next chapter is already halfway completed and will be posted soon… which means the sex scene that you are all waiting eagerly for should be posted very soon as well… please review, or I may have to postpone the sex scene even longer…