A/N: Ok kiddies here's a new chapter for ya.

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Draco Malfoy. What could I possibly say about him that hasn't already been said? He's quite possibly the biggest pompous ass I have ever had the misfortune of knowing yet - he intrigues me. He's grown quite a bit over the years (although, 'grown-up' is an entirely different story). We're about he same height now and he has thankfully quit using enough hair gel to supply a small country. Although, he still keeps it a bit short for my taste, just about ear length I'd guess. He's still pale, as ever but somehow it seems to work on him. And I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't find him attractive. Attractive hell, he's beautiful. Quite possibly the most beautiful person I've ever seen, up close anyway. There isn't a male or female in this school that doesn't want him, myself included. I've even seen Ron and Mione sneaking a few glances here and there, which is fine if they want to look, just as long as they keep their hands off… he's mine.

What the hell? Mine? Since when does 'The Harry Potter' want anything to do with Draco 'I'm king of the universe because I'm the prettiest, everyone bow down before the almighty greatness' Malfoy? Come to think of it, I have heard idle gossip about him being part Veela - that must be it. He's been using some kind of attraction charm on me. Leave it to a Malfoy to not play fair, cheating bastard. Whatever the reason, I just can't stop staring. It's like some sort of weird obsession.

So here I sit - staring away, while I should be paying attention to Hagrid's lecture. I just can't bring myself to look away. Oh shit, caught again.

"What the hell is your problem Potter?" Problem? I don't have a problem. Do you have a problem?

Fuck Harry, say something! What to say, what to say? I couldn't possible tell him the truth; somehow I just don't think that would go over so well "Well Draco, I would really like to see you naked covered in honey, how about it?" I would be dead before I had the chance to defend myself. I am shaken out of my inner turmoil by two long pale hands waving frantically in front of my face - trying desperately to get my attention. Quite the impatient one, aren't we? I'll bet you don't like to be ignored either, do you? I can use that. I casually turn my head away from him, basically ignoring the fact that even spoke to me. Judging by the amount of huffing and puffing he's doing, I made the right decision. I think I'm going to need Ron's help for my next move though. I lean towards him slightly, never taking my eyes off Hagrid and try to get his attention.

"Ron."

"…"

"Ron!"

"What?"

"I need to go. Can you cover for me? Tell Hagrid I got sick or something."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing important, just something I need to do."

"Ok"

"And could you possibly delay Malfoy for a bit?"

"Why?"

"He's been bugging the hell out me today and I don't feel like dealing with him."

"It would be my pleasure to harass Malfoy for you."

"Thanks Ron, I owe you."

"I'll remember that. See you back at the common room."

"See ya."

After sneaking away (completely undetected - I rock) I go straight to the Library. I've got some time to kill and that essay Hagrid so graciously assigned isn't going to write itself. For the life of me I cannot understand why he thought it was necessary for me to know the importance of the 'misera fly'. How important can a fly really be? After collecting the information I need to complete my assignment, I start off towards Gryffindor Tower. Unfortunately, I barely have my head out the door before I hear a familiar drawl calling my name. Way to keep him detained Ron, thanks a lot. Damn! Doesn't matter, just because he's here, doesn't mean I have to talk to him. I keep walking as if I hadn't heard a thing. I don't get far though, before a scream loud enough to shatter ever window in the castle, erupts through the small corridor. No ignoring you now I guess. All right, new plan... time to play coy.

"What do you want Malfoy?" A blowjob maybe? That can be arranged.

"Why don't you tell me what you want Potter? You're the one who has some sort of morbid fascination with me lately." Oh really, I wouldn't exactly call it morbid you conceited freak.

"W-What are you talking about?" My my, aren't you looking fit today. I'd just love to push you against that wall and - oh no! He's caught me looking… whatever shall I do!

"See something you like Potter?" Yes, yes I do. Sadly I'm supposed to be playing the blushing virgin, so I have to run away now. Bye!

I turn and sprint down the hall, trying my best not to laugh or trip - until I'm out of range anyway. I go over the plan a few times in my head on the way back to the common room. Phase one has been initiated; Draco thinks I'm clueless and innocent, how utterly predictable of him. Now onto phase two, seducing him into seducing me. It's going to be difficult, very I'm sure but I am Harry Potter, The Boy Who Fucking Lived… I can do anything. My small victory over Draco is cut short however, when I enter the common room and see Ron for the first time since Creatures. I try in vain to suppress my laughter but it wins out in the end.

"It. Is Not. Funny."

"I'm sorry Ron, your right it isn't - no wait it is!" So very funny.

I barley manage to choke out before falling on the floor fit of uncontrollable laughter.

"You should be sorry Harry Potter. This is entirely your fault after all!" Enter Hermione - once again - butting in on conversations that do not concern her.

"What do you mean it's my fault?" Does everything have to be my fault?

"If you hadn't run off to only god knows where, then Ron wouldn't have been left to deal with Malfoy alone." Believe me, I would love to have dealt with Draco alone. Alas, it's just not time yet.

She goes over to stand by her boyfriend and his new leprechaun chic hairdo, while I quietly try to suppress giggles.

"Oh lighten up Mione. Are you saying that little Ronnikins can't handle himself?" You know, with that red face and green hair he looks and awful lot like a Christmas ornament of some kind, I wonder if we coul -

"You know that's not what I meant! And you still haven't told us where you were" Uh oh mom's mad… and completely ignoring the fact she didn't do anything to stop Draco either.

"If you must know mother, I was in the library doing research for my creatures essay." They don't need to know the whole truth do they? Especially after what Draco did to Ron's hair. He most defiantly would not be happy if he were to find out my intentions with the Slytherin too soon.

"And really Ron, I am sorry about your hair." Again laughing kept under control… bwahahahahaha.

"It's all right mate. We'll just have to hit Malfoy with something better next time." Oh, I plan to hit something all right.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed, goodnight." Hopefully I'll have dreams of Draco… naked and at my mercy.

"What about dinner?" Is that all you think about?

"I'm not hungry; just go on with out me." Like he would miss a chance to chow down.

"Ok then… Goodnight Harry." Off you go.

"Night."

My day starts rather early, by a pillow to the face - followed closely by the sound of a snickering Ron.

"Time to get up Harry." A pillow... to my face.

"You're going to die for that Weasley." Battle cry!

I jump out of bed with an animalistic growl and lunge at Ron, taking him down instantly. After that a dorm wide pillow fight ensues. Seamus attacks first, followed closely by Dean and Neville.

"What is this, gang up on Harry day?" I'll have my revenge! I know where you sleep!

I skillfully dodge a pillow thrown by Seamus, then grab said pillow and launch a full out assault on Ron's head. Too bad for me the rest of my roommates decided to launch a sneak attack of there own and next thing I know, I'm being bombarded by pillows left and right. If I want to get out of this alive, I have no choice but to surrender.

"Ok - OK I give up. Let's get some breakfast." I'm hungry hungry hungry.

As soon as everyone's dressed and ready to go, we meet Hermione in the common room and make our way to The Great Hall. We're fairly early so there aren't that may people eating yet, save a few Gryffindors, a couple Ravenclaws and my new favorite Slytherin. He catches my attention and glares - raising a challenging eyebrow. I want to lick him. I refrain however, remembering the plan. Instead, I force a blush and look down, following my housemates to the table. Once seated, I risk a sneak peak at Draco - who - to my surprise, is watching me with amusement written all over his face. He's so cute. I turn away shyly but keep my eyes on him… he's smirking. He thinks he's got something on me, adorable. I wish I could just -

"HARRY!"

"Slather him in jam!" Fuck

I turn slowly, honestly afraid to see the look I know I am getting. Fortunately the one I see isn't the one I am expecting. She's leaning away from me slightly, her eyebrows are practically to her hairline and her eyes as big as the Quidditch pitch. It takes all the strength I can gather not to laugh in her face.

"I don't want to know." No, no I don't suppose you do.

"Right then, did you need something?" Besides a sense of humor?

"Didn't you hear a word I said?" Not really, no.

"No sorry, I was a little… err… distracted." You talk too much anyway.

"Really Harry, if you can't even stop day dreaming during breakfast, how are you going to concentrate in your classes?" Ever the mother hen.

"I'm supposed to concentrate in class?" I love the girl but sometimes she gets on my fucking nerves.

"Very funny Harry, could you at least try to focus?" Nope, too hard.

"Sure thing Mione."

I glance back over to the Slytherin table or Draco rather, only to find he has already left. Damn Hermione! Damn Hermione and her constant distractions! I didn't even get to watch him leave. Well this day's becoming rapidly disappointing. On the bright side he is going to be in potions with me, so I'll get to watch at him all I want - no interruptions. Everyone gets up to leave and I am still in fantasy mode, which is rudely interrupted by the sound of a redhead calling to me.

"Harry, are you coming?" Not yet, but hopefully soon.

I look up to find that all of the Gryffindors have finished their meals and are heading off to Potions. I jump from my seat and call back a weak "Hey wait up" and start on my way. We make our way down to the dungeons and even though we are early I am pleased to see that Draco is already there. I hurry in and take a seat that will give me the best view of the object of my desire. Unfortunately, I barely get a glance in before I'm rudely interrupted by one very pissed off Potions Master, who, has apparently been trying to get my attention for quite sometime. I am nevertheless very unhappy about being brought out of my Draco gazing session (before it even started) and have no intention of behaving otherwise.

"Mr. Potter, while I'm sure whatever it is you're looking at is very interesting, I must insist that you PAY ATTETNION TO ME." Damn, over react much?

"Go to hell Snape, I'm busy" Did I say something wrong?

A loud simultaneous gasp rips through the small potions room and Snape looks like he's about ready to kill someone, or explode, or kill someone by making them explode.

"MR. POTTER! MAY I REMIND YOU, THAT ALTHOUGH YOU MAY BELIEVE THE RULES AND REGULATIONS OF THIS SCHOOL DO NOT APPY TO YOU, YOU ARE IN MY CLASSROOM AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH LANGUAGE IN MY PRESSENCE, ESPECIALLY IF IT IS DIRECTED AT ME! 50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" No seriously, you need anger management or something.

"That's a lot of points for such a small word don't you think Professor?" Well it is.

"MAKE IT 100 -"

"Is that all Mr. Grintch?" Mione is going to kill me and the rest of the gryfs are going to mutilate my dead body.

"- AND DETETNION"

"For how long Snappy Snape?" Probably not my smartest move.

"UNTILL YOU GRADUATE!"

"Hmmph."

"IS THAT ALL MR. POTTER? DON'T YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY YOU SNIVELING LITTLE WORM?" Sniveling? Worm? We'll see about that!

"Yeah, I do. You can take those points and my detentions and SHOVE EM UP YOUR ASS YOU GREASY BASTARD!" Damn! Should have called him Snivelous. Do over, do over!

"THAT'S IT… GET OUT, OUT OF MY CLASS, GO TO THE HEADMASTER IMMEDIATELY!"

"With Pleasure." Fuckface

I take a bow and walk out of the small room with my head held high, leaving a room full of open mouthed, wide eyed students in my wake. Including a certain sliver haired beauty

As I make the trek to Dumbledore's office, I can't keep the smile off my face. No one has ever insulted Snape like that, well not to his face and I am happy to be the one to do it. I arrive at the entrance to the moving staircase a little sooner than I had anticipated but I guess having made the journey so many times taking the fastest way has become second nature. I say the password "Lemon Drop" and the stairs begin to move, I quickly jump on the first one and am lifted up to the headmaster's office. I gently tap on the door and with a muffled "Come in Harry" I enter.

"Good Morning Harry."

"Good Morning Sir."

"You may sit down if you like…" He motions for me to sit in the chair facing him "…Would you care for a strawberry stairry?" I'll take a seat sure, but no way in hell I'm eating that candy. I suspect he spikes them with something.

"It seems that you have gotten yourself in a bit of trouble this morning." You think?

"Oh Really?"

"This is a very serious matter Harry, you do understand?" Of course not… I'm stupid.

"Yes Headmaster."

"Is there anything you'd wish to say then?" Not on your life.

"No"

"Are you sure?" Positive

"I'm sorry sir but if you are expecting me to apologize… I simply cannot do that." Nope nope nope… I'd rather die.

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm not sorry, I meant what I said, every word. So if you are going to expel me then go right ahead because I will not, I cannot apologize." Woot! Go Harry! Harry Potter makes no apologies.

"Very Well." Oh holy fuck! He's actually going to expel me! NO! NO! I'm Harry Potter! Savior of the Wizarding World, dispatcher of Voldemort. Ring any bells? There wouldn't even be a Hogwarts if it weren't for me! I swear if -

"Don't worry Harry, I'm not going to expel you but I do hope you realize that Professor Snape is going to be even harder on you now than he was before." I can handle Snape.

"Yes sir, I do realize and it was worth it." I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

"Ok then, off to class with you… I will discuss your punishment with Severus; however I may not be able to get him to lessen it. He was quite angry with you but nevertheless no student should ever have that much detention. At least not so close to the end of your time here at Hogwarts."

"Thank you sir." You. Rock.

I nod, turning to leave but before I'm out the door he calls to me again.

"Oh and Harry?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Be good."

"Always, Headmaster."

I give him my most magnificent smile and head out the door. Maybe I should have told him what was really going on. Wouldn't that have been the most uncomfortable and embarrassing conversation in the history of the universe? Besides, he's Dumbledore. I'm sure he already knows anyway. Realizing I've left my Divination book in my room, I decide to forgo class for a nap. There's really no reason to go all the way back to Gryffindor to get it, then have to go all the way to the Divination Room. That's just too much fucking work.

After some much needed rest, I go down to the Great Hall for some lunch. I am so very hungry. Once I reach my target destination, I stroll in like nothing happened. Head held high and a big smile on my face but honestly, I'm a little nervous as to what my house is going to do to me for losing all those points. I make my way to my seat and before sitting I look around to everyone hoping for acceptance. Hermione looks disappointed so I send an "I'm sorry don't kill me smile" then Ron gets up and pats me on the back followed by a "Well done mate" after that my entire house stands clapping and shouting. For me? Oh, you shouldn't have. I take a bow - sending a wicked smirk to Snape, who does not look amused and then one to Draco, just for fun. After they calm down I take my seat beside Ron and eat my meal. I try to keep my attention off Draco and focus it solely on my supporting and fabulous friends, but I guess a quick glance wouldn't hurt… would it?

Hey! He's watching me, ogling me even. 'The Plan' must be going well then. The Draco Malfoy I know, doesn't look at anything that way, except a mirror maybe. I think he deserves a prize for that. I slowly lick my top lip - which gets me a raised eyebrow in return. Good to know someone's paying attention. However, even though I do enjoy the teasing it's not part of the plan, so, I force a blush and look away but make sure to keep my eyes on him.

Oh! He leaving, I should follow him. Why would I follow him? Fuck it, I'll figure it out later. As soon as he walks through the doors, I say a quick goodbye to my housemates and go after him. I make it out just in time to see him turn a corner. I quicken my pace; staying close enough to keep up but far enough away that he doesn't know I'm there. I'm pretty good at this whole stealth thing, so it shouldn't be a problem. Unless of course, he turns around for NO REASON and comes straight for me. What I do now? Walk passed him? Runaway? Scream in his face? No, stand your ground. See what he has to say. This could be interesting.

"Is there something I can help you with Potter?" Oh there are a lot of things you could 'help me with' my pet. Control yourself Harry, although he is making it rather hard - smirking like that.

"As a matter of fact Draco, there is." Considering I plan on having some kind of mind-blowing sex with this person in the very near future, I believe first names are appropriate, thank you very much.

"Yes Potter? Spit it out I haven't got all day." I swallow.

He's acting fairly annoyed, tapping his foot and all but I know he isn't. He wants to know what I want with him. Otherwise he wouldn't still be here

"Well Draco, I have been having a little trouble getting out of my trousers lately and I thought you might be able to help me out of them." Way to be in control… ah to hell with the plan, the time for subtlety is over.

He appears to be speechless. Ah well, talking is overrated anyway, and I'd much rather be using my lips for something else. I pounce, effectively pinning him against the wall - hands on either side of his head. I can no longer control myself. He smells so good, it's not something that can be described but it is most defiantly very… Draco. I lean in closer and without hesitation, place a soft but passionate kiss directly on his lips, slowly moving my tongue back in forth over his mouth… he taste even better than he smells. He lets out a soft moan and I take it as an invitation to continue on to other things. I slowly take a hand down from the wall and move it a little, (ok a lot) further south. But before I can take it any further he not so gentle pushes me away. Well damn, I thought he was enjoying that. I know I was.

"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing Potter?" Breathe man, breathe! Can't have you dying on me. Not before I'm done with you at least.

"What does it look like I'm doing Draco?" I thought it was fairly obvious.

"I don't know what you thought you were doing Harry, but try it again and I'll-" He practically spat "Harry" at me. Really, is it that hard to say?

"You'll do what exactly? Tell your daddy? Please do, I'm sure he'd be delighted to know that you not only snogged The Boy Who Lived in a very public place I might add, but you let him feel you up as well." Never knew Mr. Goody Goody himself could play dirty… did you?

"Let you? I didn't let you do anything Potter. You jut came up and molested me." Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

"Think what you want Malfoy. I know you enjoyed it… I could feel you enjoying it." Oh did I ever… and it was great.

"Don't be delusional Potter. I didn't feel anything but revulsion, loathing, hatred and disgust." Can we say… denial?

"I see… well sorry Malfoy, my mistake." Boring! If all we're going to do is talk, I might as well leave.

"Bloody well right it was a mistake. One I should hope will not be happening again. After all, I don't see why I have to be punished because you can't keep your pathetic teenage hormones in check." Blah blah blah… yeah whatever.

"Right then, see ya around Malfoy." Hopefully, with a lot less clothing next time.

"Whatever Potter, just make sure you keep your Gryffindor claws to yourself." Claws? Dramatic much?

"Will do." And the chase has begun.