Title: Getting Harry Potter

Author: liyu Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Draco and Harry are the properties of JK Rowling. Not mine.

Summary: Draco wants Harry Potter. Unfortunately for him, Harry is in confused denial. Draco has only the choice to resort to drastic, but clever, plans to get Harry Potter.

4. Planning for Harry Potter

People with normal eye sight will never understand short sighted people. So Draco could never imagine how bad Harry could feel. Well, it was intended to make him feel confused, but not as puzzled as he was now.

So Harry was still sitting in the mud, confused. He wondered what the hell happened. Well, he knew what happened. Basically, that Slytherin had hit him on the head, then battled in the mud with him, and finally stole his glasses. Harry wasn't stupid; he knew what happened. But his brain was trying to find a logic to all this.

He couldn't find one.

The practical part of his brain decided that it wasn't necessary to stay in the mud while thinking about the great problem he had. He got up and tried to walk back to school; the key word here being "tried". It was still raining, so the ground was quite slippery. It wouldn't be a problem normally because he could easily pick up a safe route, but without his glasses, things were very different. He kept on slipping every minute and he actually felt once or twice.

To him, the world was totally different. Without his glasses, the ground was a blurry greenish brown colour. In front of him, there was a somewhat greyish big mass that was surely Hogwarts because it was the only thing big enough in the area that fit that description and he was heading towards there. In that direction. Approximately. It wasn't a good day for him.

It was a really bad day for him. He had decided to dump all that happened some minutes ago in that familiar drawer labelled "Trust Yourself, You Really Don't Want to Open It" so that he could concentrate on finding his way without been distracted. So, for now, all that happened never happened. Later, when he will be in a warm and dry place, he will think further about what happened. For now, he had a big task at hand: find his way through this blurry world.

So he was in a foul mood without knowing (acknowledging) why (yet). Adding to this, he was drenched, dirty and almost blind. He entered the school dripping on the floor. Filch cursed him and he would have excused himself usually but today, he didn't hear him. He was too busy grumbling to himself because he stuck his foot on the tricky step and couldn't get it out.

He couldn't believe how unlucky he was today, seeing that he was quite lucky usually. After all, with all the time he broke rules without being caught and punished, he had to have a great deal of luck somewhere, no? A nasty voice that reminded him too much of someone he was trying to forget at the moment told him that being the Golden Boy also helped... Well, maybe. But just a little.

He went into Gryffindor Tower without acknowledging the Fat Lady's shouts of indignation when he accidentally put some mud on her. He dripped onto the nice velvet carpets that decorated the main room. He dripped on the stairs leading to the seventh years' dorm and almost broke his neck when he missed a step, slipping on his own mud. He would have felt extremely annoyed at all the stares he received, but he couldn't see them without his glasses. It was the only bonus this situation gave him, not that he knew, so I guess it wasn't a bonus at all.

After taking off all those wet clothes and taking a shower, he lie on his bed, curtains closed. He was quite tired. He never realized how heavy wet robes could get. He wasn't in the mood of facing his friends. No, he had to think.

He opened that forbidden drawer to examine really what happened. He was in denial, but he was also stubborn. He wanted to know and understand and this need was stronger than his denial. So he wasn't that deep into denial. I guess you should be happy; there may be some hope for our little Harry finally!

So he examined the situation like Hermione would do. Hermione always had an intelligent and ordered mind; that was why she could always find solution to complex problems. Harry figured that if he thought like her, he might see clearer.

So first, the... kiss. He felt himself blush at the thought. Ok, concentrate, Harry! So the kiss. It was unexpected, but it wasn't that bad. Actually it was quite nice, in a nice way... You know, the nice way that made certain part of your body react. But that didn't mean anything, right? Harry was a developing man, with all the hormones that came with it, he would thought anything... nice, even McGonagall in a bathing suit. He slapped himself hard for the mental image. He shuddered. Nope, that thought wasn't nice at all in that way. But still, he could react to almost anything. He spoke from experience.

This question settled, he thought about the "guy" part of his problem. That kiss was from a guy. Would he found it pleasurable if it was from a girl? Hmmm... Difficult question. He had kissed Ginny once. Actually, it was Ginny who latched herself on his lips after he had caught (again) the snitch. It had felt clumsy and wet, like being kissed by a slug, not that Ginny was anything like a slug. She grew into a quite beautiful young woman, but... but she kissed like a slug. The kiss was not hot and cold and intense like that kiss. So... that made him gay?

Harry shrugged. He didn't have enough information to answer this question yet, so he set it aside for the moment. What happened today was even more difficult to understand. He had been attacked by the same guy that kissed him. What did it mean? When you kiss someone, you usually feel something for this person. Why would you want to attack them? He rubbed the spot where he got hit, trying to find a logic to all this somewhere.

After an hour lying in bed, he came to the conclusion that, well, he should have to ask that person why he acted that way in order to understand. Plus, he wanted his glasses back. It was lucky that today was Saturday so he didn't have any class. But he needed his glasses back. So he decided to wait till supper and than act.

Meanwhile, Draco had found a way to use the glasses for his own benefit. Another clever plan, if you like. It would involve a spoon, some carrots, a mad Weasel, soap and water, and the last, but not the least, a pair of really really tight jeans.

He laughed out loud; earning weird looks from his fellow Slytherins. Supper would be quite interesting.