Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related, and the song isn't mine either…it's "Every Me And Every You" by Placebo.
A/N: Thanks to the reviewers 'till now (lovedbytheangels, Karamela and dairygirl), here's the next chapter!
"Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you."
"Ron! What are you doing here" Harry was starting to sweat profusely. "Erm, do I know you?" said a confused Ron. "Hey, what are you doing in this tunnel, you don't look like a student to me!" said a confused Hermione, who had been standing behind Ron up until this moment. 'Oh crap, I didn't take the antidote to the Polyjuice yet…' thought Harry.
"Um, I'm just coming to visit… a friend of mine… yeah, I'm visiting a friend in Hogwarts!" Harry said. "So why don't you come in the conventional way, and why are you using this tunnel?"
"Business with the Headmaster, supposed to stay secret. I should be asking you two, who are obviously students, what YOU are doing out of school, and at this time," replied a now much calmer Harry to Hermione's question. "Now, I must be on my way, and you haven't seen me, I haven't seen you… you wouldn't want to get detention so early in the year, right?" With that, Harry took off in the direction of Hogwarts.
A few days had passed since the "Tunnel Incident", and neither Ron nor Hermione had mentioned to Harry what had happened, much to his relief. He didn't want to think of the consequences of Ron or Hermione finding out it was Harry beneath the Polyjuice, or the reasons why he changed himself in the first place. Sighing, he started to compose a letter to none other than his reason for sleepless nights, Draco Malfoy, requesting another meeting.
He was on his way to his next "session" with Draco, but was slowly growing weary. He wanted Draco to like him for who he was, and not some altered, slightly older version of himself which he called James Evans. Harry's altered version of the Polyjuice didn't need a hair of some, rather it included a hair of the caster himself and a special spell which allowed you to change the appearance of the caster. Harry now was nearly 6 feet tall (rather than his usual 5"7), had nearly shoulder length black hair which was messily styled (he didn't want to change the colour so he just changed the length), but he still had his stunning green eyes, just with specks of amber in them and no glasses.
By now he was already at the entrance to the Hog's Head, so taking a deep breath he stepped inside. He made his way up the stairs to the room, number 13, and knocked two times. "Come in," he heard Draco's voice calling. Harry stepped inside and took off his cloak, revealing his tight, green, sleeveless shirt that showed off his toned arms (which, in fact, were really his, thanks to Quidditch training, and not created with the Polyjuice) and black jeans that clung to his legs like a second skin but flared around his black leather boots slightly.
He looked to the bed, and his heart nearly stopped beating for a second. There was Draco Malfoy, the cause of many sleepless nights, lounging on the bed naked, surrounded by scented candles. He slowly made his way to the bed and took off his shirt. "What does my favourite customer wish today?" Draco asked in a sexy voice.
They had finished their "activites", and Draco had fallen asleep on Harry's chest. Not wanting to, Harry got up, searching for something to drink because he was really thirsty. He found a jug of water and poured himself some into a glass that was, thankfully, clean. Suddenly he felt a burning sensation going through his body. 'No, fuck no…' he thought as he felt himself morph into his true self again. And, just as it had to be, that was the moment that Draco woke up.