Disclaimer: Don't own anything except the plot. Song's by Placebo, "Every Me and Every You"-
A/N: Sorry to all the reviewers who wanted Draco to find out it's Harry in the last chapter…just a bit of patience, people (lol I know I'm evil).
"In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me…he"
Draco had received another letter from his favourite client that morning requesting another "appointment" for that day, which was incidentally a Hogsmead Saturday. He was starting to wonder who this Mr. Evans really was. By now Draco was convinced that James Evans wasn't a real person, more so someone disguising themselves using a charm or potion. 'Why else would he have pulled on his cloak to hide himself from me, and why was his voice suddenly different? I'm sure I've heard that voice before…' His musings were interrupted when Blaise spat out all of his pumpkin juice and stared at something behind Draco. Annoyed, Draco turned around and came face to face with a walking wet dream. Potter was wearing tight black jeans that clung to his body and a crimson button-down shirt over which he had thrown on an expensive-looking cloak. A cloak, Draco suddenly realised, he knew all to well.
Harry had spent extra time that morning on deciding what to wear for his appointment with Draco. He hoped he could avoid seeing him that morning, because he didn't want him to realise later that "Mr. James Evans" was wearing the same clothes as Harry morning. 'Why do you even think Draco would noticed what you, as Harry, would be wearing?' said that annoying little voice in the back of his head. 'You're right… fuck it' he said and went to breakfast. As he entered, he realised that nearly everyone was staring at him. All of the girls, and to his surprise, many boys were drooling at the sight of him. 'Weird,' he thought and settled down next to Ron and across from Hermione. A flushed Hermione said, "You look good today, Harry… trying to catch someones eye?" by now the flush on her face was replaced by a knowing smile. 'Oh dammit, she still remembers that Hallway Episode…' Harry thought. "Nope," he replied simply, then launched into a conversation with Ron about Quidditch.
Having drunken the Polyjuice moments before, Harry walked to the Hog's Head. He was walking up the creaking steps and thinking about what was to come. 'I hope he doesn't ask me again about the other day,' Harry hoped. As he walked in, he threw off his cloak and turned to face the bed, where a naked Draco Malfoy was waiting for him. "Do you want a drink, Mr. Evans? I'm terribly thirsty…" said Draco, seductively. Harry gulped at the tone and nodded his hand. "Yes, please," he answered. "I'll be with you in a moment… you can start undressing, if you wish," purred Draco and winked. Harry slowly unbuttoned his crimson shirt and pulled off his pants, anticipating what was to come.
Meanwhile, Draco was in a little room just off the side of the bedroom, pouring a clear liquid into one of the glasses of champagne. Satisfied, he returned to Harry/James Evans and gave him one of the glasses. He took a sip of his own glass and, watching Harry doing the same, waited.
Suddenly Harry felt a weird sensation going through his body, and he sensed a strange feeling of déjà vu. 'No fucking way… he gave me friggin' Polyjuice Antidote? I guess he hadn't forgotten last time…' resigned, he put his head in his hands as he felt his black hair getting slightly shorter, knew his eyes were pure green once again, and felt himself go back to his normal 5"7. "Hello, Potter," said Draco calmly. "Hi?" replied Harry, looking up from his hands.