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.

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6. Finally Getting Harry Potter – Phase II

Draco smiled at himself. Just as planned. Now, all he needed was to get his prey out of the hall.

Talking of his "prey", what was he doing while everyone threw food? He was quite lost. Without his glasses, he couldn't defend himself. He couldn't even see where the food came from. Everything was so blurry.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm, he turned around and stared at the person, trying to put a face on the blurry shape. The shape dragged him out of the hall. Not that Harry minded, with all the food being thrown. He himself had some kind of pudding on his face. He was running after the shape, not wanting to be left behind when he suddenly heard a very familiar and greasy voice yelling at him.

He didn't need to look to recognize this person. Yes, it was his favorite teacher, the wonderful Severus Snape, potion master and personal tormentor of Harry Potter. And he could hear the professor running after them, yelling to him to stop. Harry was tempted to do so, but the shape pulled sharply on his sleeves and dragged him around a corner up on a narrow stair. He felt his feet slip on the floor and would have fallen if the shape didn't hold him.

Unfortunately for Snape, he didn't have a shape holding him. So, he went happily flying down the stairs, helped by a suspicious soaping liquid on the floor.

There was a high pitched scream followed by a big CRASH. Draco grinned. Everything was going on as planned. The soap took care of whoever was following them.

Harry, hearing a loud scream followed by a weird CRASH, stopped to look behind. He saw nothing following them. Yet, he didn't want to go down and face an annoyed Snape, so he went up, following the shape, to bump into it.

It was a guy, or a girl lacking very much breast.

Harry asked him who he was.

The guy didn't answer, but handed him something. Seizing the object, Harry realized it was his glasses… that meant this guy was… that guy. Yup, he had his confirmation when he put on his glasses. Still the same ghostly pale face and striking silver hair. And very very tight black jeans.

Harry gulped. This was not something he was used to deal with.

The guy smiled a very Cheshire smile, as if he was going to eat him alive. Harry gulped another time, suddenly feeling very nervous.