Hey all. Here is chapter 12. This was a very hard one to write and the next will be even harder. I'm starting it as soon as I've uploaded this one.
Well, the songs used are, Hungry Eyes by Eric Carman. Prince Charming from Adam and the Ants. Sora, from the Escaflowne movie. They all just worked!
Still PG-13. I think the next chap will be an R though.
H/D with a bit of R/P
I do not own Harry Potter. I take no responsibility of creating Prof Lockhart and his strange mind!
DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?
Chapter 12 - The Plan Of Seduction!
I've been meaning to tell you
I've got this feelin' that won't subside
I look at you and I fantasize
You're mine tonight
Now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
I want to hold you so hear me out
I want to show you what love's all about
Darlin' tonight
Now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
I've got hungry eyes
Now I've got you in my sights
With those hungry eyes
Now did I take you by surprise
I need you to see
This love was meant to be
Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen
"As I've already said Draco, it all comes down to timing." Ron leaned back against the wall and took another sip of Butterbeer. "You need to catch him off guard."
"Good idea. Anything else?"
"Little touches. Lean against him, brush against him. While doing this, pretend you aren't doing anything."
"Seduction?" Draco stared at him from his seat next to him. "If that's what you meant, why didn't you say that?"
"Well it's more than that. We have to find a way of pulling him away from Hermione. I might get Pansy to help out with this!"
"YOU'RE GOING TO TELL PARKINSON?" If Draco had been more in control of himself, he wouldn't have shrieked. After seeing Ron clap his hands over his ears and wince, he cleared his throat and tried again. "You're going to tell Parkinson?"
"Yes," Ron replied, placing his bottle on the floor and stretching. "We'll need her help, besides, I can't help you and remove Hermione at the same time."
"Parkinson wont help me." Draco muttered. "She wants Harry herself."
"No she doesn't." Ron said, cheerfully. "She tells me about a lot of things, including her crush that she used to have on Harry. She only wants to be friends with him now, although she doesn't like Hermione."
"And because of that, you think she'll help?" Draco rolled his eyes at Ron. "Look, I know you have become friends with us, but you have to understand the nature of a Slytherin. They will not willingly help anyone without getting something in return. She wont help, she'll stir!"
"Um, Draco." Ron edged away slightly. "I thought I'd better tell you, she already knows that you like Harry."
"WHAT?" Draco's yell upset the birds that were roosting on the top of the tower above them, making them squawk in protest and flutter around them, spraying feathers. "YOU TOLD HER?"
"No." Ron picked up his bottle and took another swig, then brushed his other hand through his hair, removing an errant feather. "She guessed. She knew there was something wrong with you, and your performance at dinner confirmed it." Draco covered his eyes and groaned loudly. "She cornered me before I came up here and asked me about it." He continued. "She is actually willing to help Draco."
"Alright." Draco mumbled from behind his hands. "But I don't want anyone else to know."
"Not a problem." Ron nudged Draco in the shoulder. "Continuing on, the best time for the final seduction is Halloween. The Hogsmeade weekend."
"Right." Draco sniggered. "And how is this supposed to help? He'll be going with Granger and she'll be clinging to him like a leech." Ron grinned at him.
"That is where Pansy and I will come in. Now listen. We'll follow these steps:
1) Pansy and I will double date with them and we'll pull them to the inn at Hogsmeade for dinner. Nothing too fancy.
2) You will be waiting in one of the rooms upstairs, which I will personally let you in to.
3) We will be spending the night at the inn. I have already asked Dumbledore if it was okay to do this and miss the feast. He was more than willing."
"Wait a minute, pause." Draco held his hand up. "You're telling me that you expect Harry to go into his own hotel room, see that I'm there and not do a runner? Also, what the hell do you expect to happen?" Ron's smile widened.
"I expect you make him admit what he is feeling, but I don't want anything more than kissing to happen between you two." He waggled a finger in front of Draco like a scolding teacher.
"I assure you Ron that I doubt that even that will happen." Draco sighed. "When are you making reservations anyway?"
"I don't need to. Dumbledore has already reserved rooms for us." Draco still gave him a doubtful look.
"Okay smart aleck, but how will you make sure that Granger doesn't try to get into Harry's room while he's asleep and don't even think that she wouldn't try."
"I'll let you deal with that aspect of the plan Draco. I'm sure you'll figure it out." Ron stood up and walked over to the door of the tower. "I'll tell you what time to be at the hotel when its worked out." He then left the tower and Draco put his head against the wall and groaned.
"How the hell did I get involved with him?"
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Ron walked along the corridors of Hogwarts, humming to himself, heading towards the Slytherin dungeons. He knew that Harry might get a little pissed with him for what he was doing but it was for his own good and as much as he cared about Hermione, he could see it wasn't working. Upon reaching the corridor near the Slytherin dorms, he heard a gentle voice sing a song that he had never heard before. It wasn't English, but wasn't sure what it was.
"Win dain a lotica
En vai tu ri
Si lo ta
Fin dein a loluca
en dragu a sie lain
Va fu-ra les shutai am
En riga-lint."
He moved down the corridor and stopped at the door of the room which the singing was coming from. He pushed open the door to see Pansy, standing in the middle of the room, eyes closed, palms face up and outstretched and singing in a sweet voice. The room itself was quite empty, apart from a piano in the corner, a few uncomfortable looking high backed chairs and long, tall windows overlooking the lake. Pansy didn't seem to hear Ron when he entered the room and continued her singing
"Win chent a lotica
En vai tu ri
Si lo ta
Fin dein a loluca
Si natigura neuver
Floreria for chesti
Si entina"
Ron moved into the room slowly, trying to stay quiet and not being able to take his eyes off the girl in front of him. He fumbled behind him, hunting for the door handle to shut the door quietly.
"Lalalalalalalalala. Lalala lala
Fontina Blu Cent
De Cravi esca letisimo.
Lalalalalalalalala. Lalala lala.
De quantian
la Ffindwe eve..."
Bang!
"Damn." Ron cursed, turning around and glaring at the door. He had missed the handle, accidentally leaned on the door and it had slammed shut.
"Ron?" Pansy's voice floated over to him. Ron turned back to see Pansy staring at him, a blush on her features. "I'm sorry, I forgot you were coming." She sounded flustered.
"No, I am." Ron gestured towards the door. "I interrupted you with my klutziness. What were you singing anyway?" He asked curiously.
"Sora." Pansy mumbled, still blushing. "It's something I heard a while ago and loved it."
"What language is it?"
"Well, it's not a real language, per say. It was created, to help tell a story."
"So, do you know what its supposed to mean?" Ron was genuinely intrigued.
"Kinda. In the darkness, the dragon wakes. To a heart numbed with cold, the dragon roars. With you by my side, the dragon sleeps. When the dragon gains wings, into the sky, our hopes will leap."
"Strange." Ron mulled over the lyrics for a moment. "It sounds like you are describing Draco and his feelings." He shivered. "That's sort of eerie!" Pansy giggled.
"I suppose, but I have a better song to describe Draco." To Ron's surprise and amusement, she began to step towards him and make arm movements to a tune she was chanting out.
"Don't you ever. Don't you ever. Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome
Prince Charming. Prince Charming. Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.
Don't you ever. Don't you ever. Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards.
Silk or leather or a feather. Respect yourself and all of those around you.
Prince Charming. Prince Charming. Ridicule is nothing to be scared of!"
She fell, gasping with laughter into Ron's arms. Ron himself was sniggering, finding the image of Draco saying that to himself highly amusing.
"Where on earth is that from?" He gasped out. Pansy continued to laugh.
"You've never heard it?" She asked when she had composed herself slightly. "It's by a Muggle group from the eighties."
"You listen to Muggle music?" Ron asked surprised. Pansy nodded.
"Yes. I love the stuff. Some of it is bloody amusing." Ron stared down at her. She was still in his arms and seemed quite comfortable.
"What about Harry's song?"
"I'll get back to you on that one. So what's going on? Did Draco agree to your plan?"
"Yeah. But to convince Harry and Hermione to join us, we have to pretend to be dating." Ron mentally jumped when he felt Pansy's arms slide around his neck.
"Hmm. Pretend?" Pansy stared up at him, a small smile on her face. "Wouldn't it be more convincing if we actually were dating?" Ron stopped breathing. Pansy reached up and touched his cheek. "Well Ron? What do you think?" She was bright red at that moment and Ron knew the answer to that question.
"Yes, it would be." He whispered. Pansy's smile grew and Ron smiled back. Then, gathering all of his nerve, he leaned forward to meet Pansy's waiting lips.
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Harry Potter was in a panic!
True, there was no law that said that he had to be calm and controlled all of the time but if anyone saw him, they would think he was having a panic attack.
He was sitting in the stands, overlooking the Gryffindor Quidditch pitch, his knees pulled up to his chest and his chin resting on them. He was staring out over the field, his eyes flicking back and forth, watching the ground. He had run out here, escaping everyone, including his girlfriend. He didn't have much experience running from people. (Dudley had always been to big to be able to chase him.)
It had been four days since Draco had kissed him in the pouring rain on the pitch below. Four anxious days of trying to put his emotions under control. Four days of trying to avoid Draco, but not doing a very good job of it. Whenever he was on his own, Draco was there, touching him! It was all done very innocently but Harry's body seemed to betray him at every little brush of skin. It started two days ago, just after watching Ravenclaw pummel Hufflepuff during the first Quidditch match:
"That was great." Ron stretched his arms above his head. "Cho was really fast out there. You'll have to watch yourself this season Harry."
"Mmm." Harry agreed distractedly. Malfoy was sitting next to them during the match or more accurately, was sitting next to Harry. He had felt a strange prickling sensation through his left arm for the whole match and desperately needed to stretch it out. He stood up, then leaned on the railing, facing Ron, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. "Don't worry. They don't stand a chance." Malfoy had then stood up and smiled at Ron, making Harry's heart jump. A genuine smile on Malfoy's face was quite rare in Harry's eyes.
"I'm off Ron. I've got homework to finish." He then leaned out over the balcony right next to Harry. "Looks like it might brighten up a bit." He said, staring over the pitch. Harry was about to sigh in relief about Malfoy's announced departure, but felt a touch about his right wrist which made sparks shoot up his arm. The prickling in his left arm during the match was nothing compared to this. Harry didn't dare look down. To be honest, once again he was having problems moving. The touch slid down his hand, tracing the palm and stroking the centre. This simple touch made Harry tremble inwardly. The touch slid even further down until Harry felt Malfoy's fingers stroking along the lengths of his own. This was done a couple of times, then he felt those fingers interlace with his own, squeezing his hand gently. The feeling of Draco Malfoy's hand in his made Harry gasp quietly and twist his head in Malfoy's direction. Malfoy was still leaning over the railing, one arm draped over it and he had his eyes closed and a serene smile on his face. Harry felt heat on his face and realised he was blushing. His body was having a huge fight with his mind, the body telling him to just jump him! Ron wouldn't mind! His head on the other hand just told him that this was just wrong. Remove his hand now! During this internal struggle, Malfoy's hand loosened from his own and trailed back over his hand to his wrist. It then stroked his pulse point. This action stopped the internal argument and he had to mentally stop himself from throwing himself into Malfoy's arms at that moment.
People had touched his wrist before. Ron, Pansy and Seamus often grabbed him by the wrist when wanting to talk to him. Vernon and Petunia grabbed his wrist of hair when he had done something wrong. Hell, even Hermione had stroked his pulse point at the beginning of term, but the feeling he was receiving at that moment from Draco's touch registered off the charts. It made every other touch from anyone else, completely obsolete. His heart beat faster, his breathing also sped up and he began to sweat. Fortunately for Harry, Malfoy picked that moment to remove his hand from Harry's and leave the stand.
It took Harry a few moments to control his breathing, then he looked at Ron who was staring at him in curiosity.
"Hey mate. What's wrong?" Harry shook his head, speech being a bit much for him at the moment, then he looked down at his right hand. He could still feel Malfoy's fingers stroking his own and he shivered. Why him?
Since that day, every time he and Draco came near to each other, fate seemed to conspire and make then physically touch in some way or another. It was slowly but surely driving him insane. There were also times when Harry was sure that Draco touched him purposely. Potions class. Harry had gone into the storage closet with Pansy and Draco to get ingredients. While standing by the shelf, reading his list, Draco had slid his arm around his waist from behind him, taking something from the shelf in front of him. "Excuse me." He had whispered in his ear. Harry felt Draco squeeze his waist, then move away. Harry had nearly collapsed afterwards and avoided Draco for the rest of the lesson. Yes, Draco. He was now calling him Draco. It seemed that he couldn't help it. Being with Draco made him feel desire. The feeling that he wanted to kiss him until he passed out! He had never felt anything like it before and it was scaring him.
"Aw hell." Harry pushed his hands through his hair. "What's with me? I'm not gay. I'm with Hermione for crying out loud and I like being with her. "I don't like Draco like that. Teenage hormones. Teenage hormones." He started when he heard voices on the stairs. Two familiar ones and one that he didn't want to think about anymore but couldn't stop.
"I think he is up here but you cant just..... Hey wait Draco."
Draco appeared on the stand and seconds later, Ron and Pansy. The latter two had just begun dating and Harry was very happy for them. They were standing by the stairwell, looking at him. The former walked towards him, making him scramble to his feet.
"What is it Draco?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly. Draco stopped a couple of yards in front of him and smiled.
"I'm having a breakdown Harry." He said. His smile grew. "And I've come to collect something that will ease my suffering!"
"And what is that?" Harry asked warily. He was slightly reassured by Ron and Pansy's presence. He wouldn't try anything while they were standing there, would he?
"Draco." Ron hissed, making him turn his head towards his friend. "Not now. It's not a good time."
"No Ron, this is a very good time." Draco replied without looking back. His response made Harry look back at him. "I can't take it any more."
Harry gasped as Draco bared down on him and gathered him in his arms, circling his waist tightly. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry's with purpose. At first, Harry stood, stock still in shock at Draco's bold move, then his head began to swim and he found himself falling through sensations. His body was tingling where Draco was pressed to him and he felt like his knees would give way. He moved his arms until they were circling Draco's neck, then re-positioned his head so that Draco could push his tongue into his willing mouth. Draco gripped his waist tighter and drew him closer. Harry began to participate in the kiss, not being able to stop himself from tasting every bit of Draco's mouth..
It was when Harry felt Draco's arousal brushing against his hip that he came back to himself. He pushed Draco away and stared at him for a moment. He was mussed slightly and his lips were pink and wet from the kiss. What scared Harry at that point were his eyes. Hungry eyes that stared into him, telling him without words that they wanted him. When the tear began to fall from Draco's eye, Harry ran!
Okay. The end of the chapter. I do hope you enjoyed it. The next chap will be full of intreague (I hope)
I picked the songs because I thought they suited the points. I do hope you thought so too.
Please review and tell me what you think.
Love Rie
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