But he knew it'd be good for the both of them, and the people that chose to get involved. He had to find someone. Someone that he could use as a girlfriend, or boyfriend, per say, so that Draco could see that Harry wanted nothing to do with him. The more everyone found out about him and Draco, the more they'd get hurt. Harry didn't want this to happen to either of them; so he made up this plan over the few silent days.
Even though he knew he had been developing deeper feelings for Draco. That's what made it difficult.
On the last day of the week, after all the classes were over and done with, and with even more schoolwork to look forward to on the weekend, Harry went out to find someone that might be able to help him. Someone from his own house would be the best decision, and so that's where he was heading. To the Gryffindor common room. It'd be easy to ask someone if they could pretend to be his boyfriend or girlfriend to make someone else realize he didn't need them. The trouble was getting them to accept. Harry decided he was going to leave out Malfoy when asking for help, for the sake of his own life and the respect he had in Gryffindor.
As he turned the corner, he nearly ran into someone else. He stepped back quickly, drawing out his wand as soon as he recognized the short brown hair and horribly evil-looking blue eyes. On the other hand, if he hadn't had previous encounters with the boy, he'd presume him to be fairly innocent for a Slytherin. However, at the moment, Harry found that he was the only one surprised. Theodore had been expecting him.
"I've heard about your plan, Potter." Nott stated darkly. He was grinning in a somewhat sly manner; his eyes betraying the malevolence in his stare. "Why are you doing it?"
Harry stared at the other boy blankly. He was confused. How would Nott know about his plan? He hadn't even told anyone. If someone were to know what was going on, the only person would be…. Seamus. Emerald eyes narrowed and the grip on his wand tightened.
"Aww, don't you want to tell me why you're going to hurt Malfoy's sensitive feelings?" Nott smirked and took a slow step towards Harry. Harry stepped back and cautiously held his wand out.
"He doesn't care about me anymore." Harry responded warningly. "And how would you know about a plan?"
"I have my sources. And trust me, Malfoy has something serious for you."
"What do you want?" Harry hissed.
Nott feigned a look of surprise. "I just thought I might be of some help. You know…" He lowered his voice, "… I do know how much it'll take for Malfoy to leave you alone."
Harry scowled. "I'd never trust help from you."
Suddenly, as if a dawning realization ignited in Nott's train of thought, a twisted frown appeared on his face. "Why not!" He snapped, stepping forward.
Harry panicked and backed up again. To his disapproval, he found that there was a wall behind him. Nott seemed to know what his next move would be, and before Harry could mutter a small curse, Nott drew out his own wand and muttered "Accio Wand!" Harry's wand flew from his hand and into Nott's.
"Ah, ah, ah… now what?" Nott taunted. The wand dangled in between two fingers. Harry surged forward, snatching at air as the Slytherin dodged out of the way.
"Give me my wand!" Harry shouted.
"No. You were going to curse me." Nott challenged casually.
"Give it to me." Harry said threateningly, standing stock still in front of the other boy, glaring harshly at him.
"No."
With another burst of anger, Harry rushed forward and grabbed onto Nott's wrist. He was trying to pry the wand from Nott's fingers, but he seemed to be holding it with a death grip. For onlookers, all they'd see was two boys fighting for a wand in the middle of a hallway. Unfortunately, no one was around to give help.
"Give it to me!" Harry shouted again.
"No, Potter! Just let me help you!" Nott shouted in response, his face set in a determined expression as he kept the wand away from the Gryffindor. Quickly, he thought of something, and used his own wand to stick it into Harry's lower stomach. Harry let out a startled sound, and immediately released the grip he had on Nott's wrist.
"That's better. Now, why won't you let me help you?" Nott asked casually. He stepped forward so that Harry would follow his steps and back up against the wall.
"I already told you. I'd never trust you." Harry replied through gritted teeth.
"You only need someone to show Malfoy that you don't want him anymore. Or, at least, that you didn't want him to begin with. Right?"
There was a moment of silence. The only sound that can be heard was Harry's uneven breathing. A stony glare was focused on Nott.
"Well? It's true, isn't it? Why not let me be your boyfriend? It'll only be for a few days."
"No way in hell, Nott. Now leave me alone."
"Did you not hear me!" Nott snarled angrily. The wand pressed deeper into Harry's stomach. "I don't think you have any other choice. From what I've heard, there needs to be a lot of convincing in order to get Draco to Istop/I dreaming of fucking you."
"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled. He tried pushing the smaller boy away, but for some reason Nott's strength seemed to be much more than his own. He was slammed back into the wall; hitting his head in the process.
"I won't shut up." Nott whispered. His face moved so that his lips were barely against Harry's ear. Harry heard the boy mutter a small spell, and a moment later he felt his hands and feet get strapped to the wall. However… when he glanced down at them, there seemed to be nothing there. "Now that I've gotten you under control. Just a small kiss can be in order, yes?"
"Never." Harry muttered quietly. His eyes were closed and he was trying to fight back the pain emitting from the back of his head. He felt the wand go in deeper, and a sharp pain followed.
"I don't know if you realized what sort of situation you're in." Nott commented.
Harry didn't answer.
"Kiss me or I'll curse you until there's no pain left to fee--"
Harry's lips against his cut off the remainder of the sentence. Nott was caught by surprise, but didn't waste any time to make it an even deeper kiss. Harry honestly felt sick, his eyes closed and willing himself not to think of who he was kissing. That and the way he had given in so easily. But… there was no other way to get out of it.
When Harry felt hands inching up his shirt, he rapidly pulled away and opened his eyes to shoot daggers at Nott. The boy looked like he had just stepped through the gates of heaven. Harry very much felt like damning the boy to hell.
"There. Now let me go," Harry whispered furiously.
A small smirk tipped the edge of Nott's lips, and he muttered the counter-spell to undo the spell he had used to hold Harry against the wall. "I think your little job was accomplished." Nott said with a hint of amusement, his head motioning somewhere down the hallway.
Harry's attention briefly left the way he was imagining the ways to kill Nott in the few seconds they had, and looked down the hall to see what the Slytherin was talking about. What he saw made his entire sense of anger disappear, and it was replaced with such a horrible sinking feeling that he felt like he might as well kill himself now. Standing there was none other than Draco. The look on his face reflected disbelief, and Harry knew there was repulsion among the horribly hurt stare he was receiving. Before he could explain himself, the paler-than-usual Slytherin turned around and took the corner in a flurry of robes. Harry could hear rapidly descending footsteps echoing down the hall.
Harry turned back to Nott with an inscrutable expression. Nott's smugness and absolute happiness over how the situation seemed to be turning out was destroyed in a matter of seconds. Harry brought a solid first right against the side of Nott's face, which startled the boy enough that he stumbled and fell onto the floor. "You are sick." Harry spat, his voice full of hatred. "Patrificus Totalus." The smaller Slytherin froze on the floor. Harry knew he couldn't do anything more serious to the boy, for the professors were apt to find him sometime. After another small kick to Nott's legs, he followed his leave down the same hallway he saw Malfoy standing in. He could hear Nott's small groans of pain from where he was, but it soon disappeared as he went down the corridor hurriedly.
Seamus was going to pay for teaming up with Nott over his and Malfoy's personal business. He was going to pay very badly. Harry felt strongly like he was being betrayed.
Though, a minute later, that thought was broken out by the sight of Malfoy running down a hallway further away. He had to swallow back a large lump in order to keep himself from feeling any worse then he was.
"Malfoy!" Harry called loudly. He started running too; his heart pounding rapidly. The Slytherin didn't answer, or show any sign of hearing him. "Malfoy, please stop!" He called again.
It was too late, and Draco was keen on leaving Harry behind. The Slytherin turned around another corner and disappeared.