Disclaimer yet again: I don't own these characters, but I am having an awfully good time with them.

Authors Note: I have decided to keep it in Draco's point of view after receiving many nice reviews. In addition, thank everyone who has reviewed thus far..i am totally blown away by all of them. Thanks again.

Chapter Three: Rolling the Dice

Draco's POV

Draco turned in bed for what seemed the hundredth time. Sleep had eluded him all night long, only to leave him with the burning question. How in the world could Draco Malfoy be behaving this way? How was Potter humiliating him time and time again, only to have Draco do nothing? How was this happening?

"Fuck," he said, flinging the covers from his body. Even if he hadn't been plagued with endless questions in his mind, he wouldn't have been asleep anyway. Zabini was snoring so loudly that any attempt at sleep would have been thwarted.

Walking over to Zabini's bed, Draco poked him hard on the side of the head. "Stop snoring you useless piece of waste..," he whispered, poking hard with each word.

"Merlin," Blaise said, sputtering awake. "Why don't you just go masturbate to Potter somewhere and leave me alone..I'm not interested in your body right now."

Draco's eyes narrowed as he thought of all the wicked things he could do to the drowsy Slytherin. But, thinking it through sensibly, it wouldn't do to take out his anger on the wrong person. No..it would only do to take it out on Potter.

Throwing on his clothes, Draco left his common room quickly, careful not to cause too much noise. He was still a prefect, but that wouldn't keep him from getting into trouble if a professor caught him wandering the hallways at two in the morning.

Draco's mind was working at such a quick pace that he was hardly aware of where he was walking to. It was only when he saw the picture of the Fat Lady hanging there half asleep that he came to a realization of his intentions. He would sneak into that common room and take care of this nagging dilemma. Potter wouldn't bother him anymore.

But how to accomplish this feat of daring? The painting was certainly not going to let him in, and he hardly thought that anyone else was going to open the door so that he could sneak in. What to do?

"My, my, my..," Draco heard from behind him, whirling to see where the voice had come from. "You are certainly out late this evening. Looking for something?"

And there was Potter. Again. Only this time his appearance was much worse than Draco could have imagined. Deep green pajama pants graced his slender form while his chest remained bare..Merlin, was it getting hot in the hallway?

Balling his hands into fists, Draco screamed inwardly. How was this possible?! How did he keep doing it? How was Draco supposed to have the upper hand if Potter kept sneaking up like that? But he wouldn't give in this time..oh, no, this time would be different.

Potter took two slow steps forward, but stopped as Draco began to speak. "I'm surprised you're out alone. I would have thought you'd be in bed crying for your dead mudblood mum. Or perhaps the thought of me has you so hot and bothered that you needed a shower. Don't feel too bad Potter..i have that effect on everyone."

Draco began to step forward, making his movements as liquid as possible. Over the years, Draco had perfected the way his body moved to gain the most reaction from those he desired. He had always been the hunter not the hunted, and it was a matter of personal pride to Draco that Potter know the score.

Draco continued moving towards the half-naked vision with slow ease until he was only inches from his face. Being this close you could see the soft glimmer of green that sparkled from the Gryffindor's eyes.

"What is your fascination with me?" Draco whispered.

He had planned to keep talking..he had planned on being clever and witty..but he was suddenly speechless. Potter's hand had reached out without warning, pulling Draco so close to Potter's face that he could see each eyelash.

"If you don't want to lose that hand..," Draco growled, feeling the anger bubble up in his chest. "..then I would suggest removing it."

"Ohhh," Potter pouted, "but it's such a lovely fabric. So soft.."

As Potter said 'soft' he leaned into Draco's face, his breath fluttering against Draco's cheeks.

"By Merlin, Potter," Draco said, wrinkling his nose, "they call me a dragon, but that name should really belong to you with breath like that."

Draco had a moment of brief satisfaction as Potter pulled away slightly, his eyebrows coming together as he thought about his breath. In all reality Potter's breath was fine, but Draco was going for anything he could get to make Potter back off..desperate times and all that.

"Little liar," Potter whispered, his voice breathy and low as he turned back to Draco.

"Me? Lie? Now..we've known each other for a long time and have you ever known me to LIE?"

"Yes."

"Well..," Draco, sputtered, "that's besides the point.."

The hand that had been holding his shirt was suddenly moving upwards..up to the neck where it stopped. Small waves of tension moved from Draco's neck to crotch, nearly making heat creep up to his cheeks. Nearly..but he beat it back.

"You know what happens to bad boys who lie, don't you?" Potter said, his hand gently massaging the back of Draco's neck. Shouldn't he be saying, 'No'? Shouldn't he be protesting?

"In my experience," Draco said, his voice deeper than he would have liked, "nothing happens to people who lie. They go about their business and continue to be liars. But what would you know..being as perfect as you are."

"Wrong again, my blond god.." Potter said, "Liars in fact.."

The grip on Draco's neck was suddenly vice tight, and the look in Potter's eyes had gone from sexual to cold. Even Potter's voice was different as he finished, "..get exactly what they deserve."

Draco was about to struggle when he realized that Potter had taken his wand from the waistband of his pants and was now pointing it securely at Draco's head. What the??

The lust returned to Potter's eyes as he leaned so close to Draco's mouth that their lips nearly touched and whispered, "I've waited for this moment. I've wanted it since the beginning of 6th year..and I've been sooo patient."

"Get the fuck away from me," Draco began, careful not to raise his voice too much. Potter may have been armed, but Draco wasn't. Stupid as it was, his wand was sitting in the drawer next to his bed. That's where Draco should have stayed.

"No. Tonight we play. My rules. You're the prize."

Turning Draco away from him Potter moved up behind him and pointed his wand into Draco's back. He was so close that Draco could feel the heat coming from the other man's chest. So close that he could feel Potter's arousal pushing against his ass.

Potter laughed softly as Draco crossed his arms in front of him, determined not to give any response. He didn't even speak when he was lead down the hall and up a flight of steps. This was a disaster for the time being, but if he could get Potter off balance..well..this may be Potter's game, but Draco was going to roll the Dice.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm not telling..i'll just let you figure it out," Potter said, rubbing his wands tip down Draco's back until it rested on the small of his back.

Draco suddenly had the feeling that Potter was staring at his ass. He could hear Zabini laughing already.

Authors Note: Ooohh..i wasn't expecting Harry to be so devious, but that's the way he came out. I enjoyed writing this chapter..what you all think?