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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any other Harry Potter related thing. In fact, I probably don't even own this plot! It's probably the sugar that wrote this. (mmm...sugar)
Chapter 3
The Day After
When Ron woke Harry up the next morning, Harry was exhausted. He hadn't slept until around 1 am, for a good reason. For once the disturbing dreams of Voldemort torturing someone or Sirius being murdered hadn't been the cause. This time he was stuck with the mental image of having sex with Malfoy. He never knew Malfoy thought of him that way. It was, weird. Malfoy, the prince of Slytherin, with every Slytherin girl begging for some, fancied Harry Potter. Harry shuddered, this was not good. Fortunately, at 1 am, he made a decision as to how to stop this; he just needed to confront Malfoy. Now, he realized, this was easier said then done. Going and talking to the boy, who had dreams about him and Harry acting like animals, moaning each others names, was not a simple task. He stood up and got dressed. How did Malfoy know what Harry looked like naked? He looked down, Malfoy was way too accurate to keep Harry from worrying. That was it; he was talking to Malfoy in Potions.
"Harry, what's taking you so long?" Ron's voice called from downstairs, "we're going to miss breakfast!" Harry sighed, and wished for the possibly 800th time, that he had someone to talk to about this. Running down the stairs trying to fix his hair, he dreaded what would happen next.
"Harry, why are you so jumpy?" asked Hermione when Harry flinched at the sight of the 4th blonde they passed. Harry racked his mind for an excuse.
"I'm really tired, I was up late doing homework," he lied as Hermione grinned. That was something Hermione would understand. She may have been much prettier after 5th year and the summer, but she was still a bookworm. They sat down at their table, and promptly began eating their waffles.
"Transfiguration then double potions, right?" asked Ron, putting his quill back in his bag without much enthusiasm.
"Right, I hope Snape isn't too nasty, I don't feel up to having a 0 in class again," mumbled Harry.
"Oh I forgot to ask, how did occlumency go last night?" asked Hermione.
"Fine I guess, Snape wasn't in a good mood, there was a fight in the Slytherin common room, so it ended early," replied Harry, purposely leaving out the bit about Malfoy. Hermione nodded sympathetically, and they were attentive throughout Transfiguration because they were learning how to turn their desks into quills, and all Harry succeeded in doing, was turning his desk feathery, though still the same size. Luckily, Hermione managed to teach him how by the end of the lesson, so he wasn't assigned extra homework. He left the class, dreading what he'd have to do next in potions.
Potions had just started, and Malfoy and his two thugs walked into the class. Snape sneered, obviously noticing that Malfoy was late, but not saying anything.
"Bloody favoritism," mumbled Ron under his breath.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for talking," said Snape, causing Harry to glare at Malfoy. But rather then being greeted with the usual Malfoy smirk, he just turned slightly pink and shrank in his spot. So what Harry did was write a note.
Malfoy
We need to talk. I'll meet you after dinner in the hall, leave before anyone else.
H
So with a flick of his wand the note flew over to Malfoy, hitting him on the leg. He bent down to pick it up, and the girls surrounding him got an eyeful of his ass. Harry glared.
'Why don't I have that effect on the girls, it's not like Malfoy's that good looking. Wait, did I just admit that Malfoy, my sworn enemy, is good looking? SHUT UP BRAIN!" thought Harry, and he proceeded to hit himself on the head with his potions text book, earning him strange looks from his classmates. Suddenly, he felt a piece of paper hit his leg. It was the note
Potter
Alright, but don't bring Granger or Weasley, and I won't bring Crabbe or Goyle. Got it?
M
Harry sighed; he didn't know how he'd make it until then. But somehow he managed to get through all his classes without exploding.
(Malfoy's POV)
Draco was going mad. He was meeting Potter after dinner, and what would happen? Where was Potter going to take him? What were they going to talk about? Had he told Granger and Weasel? These thoughts tortured him all day. Just before dinner, he went back to his rooms and got changed into the thing he thought looked best on him. He was wearing very dark blue jeans and a pale gray sweater that matched his eyes. And of course, being a hormone filled boy, he paid special attention to his boxers. He put his robes on over and thought he looked pretty decent. When he stepped into the common room, Pansy attached herself to his arm, and he tried not to look unhappy.
"Where are you off to? You look really cute in that," grinned Pansy batting her eyelashes at him. Draco made a face.
"I'm going to dinner of course," he replied smoothly. And together they set off for dinner.
(Harry's POV again)
Harry went to dinner looking disheveled as usual, but under his baggy robes, he was dressed well. He was wearing expensive black pants, a green shirt which brought out his eyes and had used a charm to fix his eyesight temporarily. He went to dinner, exchanging looks with Malfoy from across the hall. After 20 minutes, he stood up and left the hall, standing just outside. Malfoy left 2 minutes after and Harry lead him to their destination, the room of requirements. Malfoy got a lump in his throat as Harry pulled him into a small room with a sofa and fireplace, beautifully decorated. Harry sat on one side of the sofa, and motioned for Malfoy to join him. Malfoy swallowed, this was it. He looked over Harry, who was taking off his robes and shuffling around.
'He's so cute when he's nervous,' thought Malfoy.
'Hmm, Malfoy's looking really ho-AHH SHUT UP BRAIN THIS IS MALFOY!' thought Harry promptly hitting himself with his hand.
"Well Potter, I suppose I have some explaining to do,"
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any other Harry Potter related thing. In fact, I probably don't even own this plot! It's probably the sugar that wrote this. (mmm...sugar)
Chapter 3
The Day After
When Ron woke Harry up the next morning, Harry was exhausted. He hadn't slept until around 1 am, for a good reason. For once the disturbing dreams of Voldemort torturing someone or Sirius being murdered hadn't been the cause. This time he was stuck with the mental image of having sex with Malfoy. He never knew Malfoy thought of him that way. It was, weird. Malfoy, the prince of Slytherin, with every Slytherin girl begging for some, fancied Harry Potter. Harry shuddered, this was not good. Fortunately, at 1 am, he made a decision as to how to stop this; he just needed to confront Malfoy. Now, he realized, this was easier said then done. Going and talking to the boy, who had dreams about him and Harry acting like animals, moaning each others names, was not a simple task. He stood up and got dressed. How did Malfoy know what Harry looked like naked? He looked down, Malfoy was way too accurate to keep Harry from worrying. That was it; he was talking to Malfoy in Potions.
"Harry, what's taking you so long?" Ron's voice called from downstairs, "we're going to miss breakfast!" Harry sighed, and wished for the possibly 800th time, that he had someone to talk to about this. Running down the stairs trying to fix his hair, he dreaded what would happen next.
"Harry, why are you so jumpy?" asked Hermione when Harry flinched at the sight of the 4th blonde they passed. Harry racked his mind for an excuse.
"I'm really tired, I was up late doing homework," he lied as Hermione grinned. That was something Hermione would understand. She may have been much prettier after 5th year and the summer, but she was still a bookworm. They sat down at their table, and promptly began eating their waffles.
"Transfiguration then double potions, right?" asked Ron, putting his quill back in his bag without much enthusiasm.
"Right, I hope Snape isn't too nasty, I don't feel up to having a 0 in class again," mumbled Harry.
"Oh I forgot to ask, how did occlumency go last night?" asked Hermione.
"Fine I guess, Snape wasn't in a good mood, there was a fight in the Slytherin common room, so it ended early," replied Harry, purposely leaving out the bit about Malfoy. Hermione nodded sympathetically, and they were attentive throughout Transfiguration because they were learning how to turn their desks into quills, and all Harry succeeded in doing, was turning his desk feathery, though still the same size. Luckily, Hermione managed to teach him how by the end of the lesson, so he wasn't assigned extra homework. He left the class, dreading what he'd have to do next in potions.
Potions had just started, and Malfoy and his two thugs walked into the class. Snape sneered, obviously noticing that Malfoy was late, but not saying anything.
"Bloody favoritism," mumbled Ron under his breath.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for talking," said Snape, causing Harry to glare at Malfoy. But rather then being greeted with the usual Malfoy smirk, he just turned slightly pink and shrank in his spot. So what Harry did was write a note.
Malfoy
We need to talk. I'll meet you after dinner in the hall, leave before anyone else.
H
So with a flick of his wand the note flew over to Malfoy, hitting him on the leg. He bent down to pick it up, and the girls surrounding him got an eyeful of his ass. Harry glared.
'Why don't I have that effect on the girls, it's not like Malfoy's that good looking. Wait, did I just admit that Malfoy, my sworn enemy, is good looking? SHUT UP BRAIN!" thought Harry, and he proceeded to hit himself on the head with his potions text book, earning him strange looks from his classmates. Suddenly, he felt a piece of paper hit his leg. It was the note
Potter
Alright, but don't bring Granger or Weasley, and I won't bring Crabbe or Goyle. Got it?
M
Harry sighed; he didn't know how he'd make it until then. But somehow he managed to get through all his classes without exploding.
(Malfoy's POV)
Draco was going mad. He was meeting Potter after dinner, and what would happen? Where was Potter going to take him? What were they going to talk about? Had he told Granger and Weasel? These thoughts tortured him all day. Just before dinner, he went back to his rooms and got changed into the thing he thought looked best on him. He was wearing very dark blue jeans and a pale gray sweater that matched his eyes. And of course, being a hormone filled boy, he paid special attention to his boxers. He put his robes on over and thought he looked pretty decent. When he stepped into the common room, Pansy attached herself to his arm, and he tried not to look unhappy.
"Where are you off to? You look really cute in that," grinned Pansy batting her eyelashes at him. Draco made a face.
"I'm going to dinner of course," he replied smoothly. And together they set off for dinner.
(Harry's POV again)
Harry went to dinner looking disheveled as usual, but under his baggy robes, he was dressed well. He was wearing expensive black pants, a green shirt which brought out his eyes and had used a charm to fix his eyesight temporarily. He went to dinner, exchanging looks with Malfoy from across the hall. After 20 minutes, he stood up and left the hall, standing just outside. Malfoy left 2 minutes after and Harry lead him to their destination, the room of requirements. Malfoy got a lump in his throat as Harry pulled him into a small room with a sofa and fireplace, beautifully decorated. Harry sat on one side of the sofa, and motioned for Malfoy to join him. Malfoy swallowed, this was it. He looked over Harry, who was taking off his robes and shuffling around.
'He's so cute when he's nervous,' thought Malfoy.
'Hmm, Malfoy's looking really ho-AHH SHUT UP BRAIN THIS IS MALFOY!' thought Harry promptly hitting himself with his hand.
"Well Potter, I suppose I have some explaining to do,"