A/n: Well here it is, a little sooner than I had anticipated but I guess that's a good thing right.
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The moment he's gone, I begin to set up the supplies I need to complete the task at hand. Upon returning from the storeroom, I spot a head of silvery blond hair - just begging to be pulled... but I guess I'll have to save that for a more appropriate time. I approach him with caution, sneaking up ever so slowly, but halt my attack when he begins to speak.
"Professor Snape?" No one here but you and me my sweet.
He looks around attentively and begins to call out again.
"Prof -" Nice place for a hand if you ask me.
"Ohh Severus, I told you to wait until after dinner." That is quite possibly the most disturbing thing I have ever heard in my life.
He turns to face me.
"What's the matter Potter? Surely you didn't think I got all those good marks purely on merit." I retract my previous statement... that is the most disturbing thing I have ever heard in my life.
"That... is disgusting, but I've always thought something of that sort was going on between you two." There's no other explanation…except for the fact that Snape's your dad's bitch.
"I was joking." I would certainly hope so.
"Sure you were." I said I wanted him to be joking... I didn't say I wouldn't tease him about it.
He pulls himself away from my grasp and turns to face me - leaning against a table and crossing his arms in front of his chest, like a sulking child... he really is a spoiled brat.
"What are you doing here?" Practicing my back stoke.
"I heard about what happened and thought I'd come to help." After I stopped laughing of course.
"Well, seeing as how it's your fault anyway... I think you should do it yourself." Ok, since you asked so nicely.
"Ok" But it'll cost ya.
"What's the catch?" Are you always this suspicious?
"No catch, just meet me in the library at eight tonight." So I can do naughty things to you.
"Why?" What's with the third degree?
"Because I need to ask you something." Like, what exactly... do you have on under those robes?
"Then why not ask me now?" That's not the plan.
"Because... just because, are you going to meet me or not?" I wonder if they have cable in Hell?
"I guess" Excellent.
"All right then... you better go if you don't want to miss lunch." You're going to need all the strength you can get.
He begins to leave but stops in the doorway turning back to face me.
"Oh and Potter"
"Yes?"
"Try not to screw it up... I have no intention of failing just because you suck at potions" Ungrateful bastard.
After he's gone, I begin the task before me carefully... I do not want to screw it up. The last thing I need is two pissed off Slytherins telling me how incompetent I am. Especially when I'm trying to shag one of them.
Finishing a lot quicker than I had anticipated, I realize I still have time to get to Transfiguration without being late. Which is a good thing, considering Snape didn't bother leaving me a note in case I didn't finish before lunch was over. As I make my way to class I come to a decision... I will not go to Creatures today. God knows I love Hagrid but sometimes the man can be incredibly boring, and for some reason I feel exhausted. Who knew manipulation could be so tiring. Besides, I don't want to see Draco until it's time to meet him. He'll start to believe I'm up to something... I want him to think I'm up to something. I arrive to my lesson right on time and quietly take my seat beside Ron.
Five, four, three, two-
"Where did you go?" Right on schedule I see.
"Somewhere." I am so sick of everyone always in my business - where ya going? Where ya been? Who'd ya see? What'd ya do? Seriously... It's annoying.
"Come on Harry, don't be like that... where'd you go?" Hell. There was some apartment space I wanted to check out.
"Does it really matter?"
"Not really but-" Nothing, it's none of your business.
"Ok then... just drop it" So I can begin my Draco fantasizing.
"If that's what you want." It is… oh yes… it is.
"Thank You" About time.
We spend the remainder of the lesson in silence... he's pissed at me, I can tell. But you know what? I could really care less... is that bad? I mean, shouldn't I care that one of my best friends in the world - practically my brother - is angry with me. Oh well, I'll deal with him later; right now I need to focus on Draco. He came around to my side of thinking a lot faster than I thought he would... I guess being a hormone driven teenage boy has its advantages... at least when you're trying to get in one's pants anyway. Oh the things I want to do to him. First I think I'll-
"HARRY!"
"It wasn't me I swear!" Whew... just Hermione.
"Ok... I just thought you might like to know class is over." Good to know.
"Where's Ron?" Probably off sulking somewhere... I swear sometime he can be such a baby.
"He went on ahead... so, are you coming?" Uh... No.
"No, I'm going to go take a nap... tell Hagrid I wasn't feeling well." And tell Draco to try not to get caught with his hand in his pants.
"Are you ok?" Peachy.
"Yes, Mione I'm fine." Stop mothering me for gods sake.
"Ron told me you snapped at him." Of course he did… crybaby.
"Did he now?" Did he also tell you how I didn't feel like talking to anybody?
"Yes... are you sure you're ok." For the last time yes... can you please go and bother someone else now.
"Mione."
"Yes Harry?"
"Do you want me to snap at you?" I will... if you'd like - whoa, that was wrong... bad Harry.
"No, I - why would I - oh ok, see you later then." Yes, please go.
"Bye." Next time, I'll tell the bitch the library is on fire.
Those two should know by now that if there is something I want them to know... they'll know. But I guess I will have to tell them eventually. My Draco doesn't seem like the type to keep his hands to himself. When he wants to put them on you, no matter who's around or where you are... and that could be a problem, if I don't tell them something soon. I contemplate how to go about doing this on my way back to the Tower. Should I just come straight out with it 'Oh by the way... I'm shagging Draco Malfoy, have a nice day' no that would never work. Maybe I could give them a bigger shock first and then they wouldn't think being with Draco was such a bad thing. I can see that 'Ron, Mione... I'm dying (wait for wails of 'how') just kidding... I'm just gettin it on with Malfoy' no, that's no good either. Ahhh bed... I'll think about this later, right now I need sleep. I suppose I should set my alarm, after all I wouldn't want to be late for my little rendezvous now would I?
I wake up much earlier than expected... guess there was really no need to set my alarm after all. I grab my cloak and head down to the library; I want to watch him walk in.
I take a seat in the back with a full view of the doors, so I will be sure to see Draco when he arrives. I glance around to make sure there is no one to observe me, then, I slip on the cloak and wait anxiously for my new play thing.
There's my little viper now, he's early... I guess I wasn't the only one anxious about our little meeting. I do not want to make my presence know just yet though. I want to make him wait a little... if only to see how long he will. He's getting antsy, I can see it - his head flies up as soon as anyone enters or exits. He's simultaneously drumming his fingers and tapping his foot... that boy really has no patience. I suppose I shouldn't make him wait any longer.
I get up from my position and approach him silently, then gently place myself in his lap. I further announce my presence by giving his neck a nice long lick - collar bone to ear, nibbling my way back down, before starting all over again. He tilts his head back offering his flesh to me like a vampires willing victim, how very submissive of him... I love it. It occurs to me that he probably looks completely ridiculous in this position - head tilted back, eyes closed - mine for the taking... and take him I will.
"W-What are you d-doing Potter?" I believe that would be fairly obvious my dear.
"Do you really have to ask?" Because if you do... then I'm doing something wrong.
"No." I thought not.
"Do you want me to stop?" It really doesn't matter if you do... I can't… I won't.
"N-No" That's a good boy… time for your treat.
I smile an invisible smile, then move my mouth to his - slowly running my tongue over his bottom lip, silently begging for acceptance - which, he graciously allows. He nibbles lightly on said tongue causing me to reluctantly suppress a moan. I slowly begin to rock back and forth in his lap - causing some much needed friction. Not wanting to be completely out of control, he grabs my hips and starts to rock us harder ... I let him. Suddenly a not so soft moan pulls both of us out of our lust induced euphoria, although at this point I am unsure of who it actually came from. Maybe we should move this else where, I thin-
"Draco?" Oh god, who ever you are fuck off.
I stop moving almost instantly and it takes all the strength I have left to suppress a giggle - a very manly giggle. Meanwhile, Draco has that 'deer caught in headlights look'... he really is too cute.
"Blaise - I - uh - well…" Zabini... this should be good.
"What are you doing?" That's my cue to leave.
I ever so slowly and quietly slip off my distracted companion's lap - but I do not leave... I want to see this.
"You see, the thing is Potter and I we-" Hmmm, I don't see Harry Potter… but I do see that one way ticket to Hell I've just landed myself.
"That's it! Will you stop with the Potter shit... seriously Draco... this isn't healthy - do you even know what you look like? What if your father was to find out how you're behaving?" Please, what's Lucius going to do... cry to the rats in Azkaban... fuck him.
"Calm down Blaise, Potter's here he's-" Mmwhahahaha... Potter's gone.
"What-Whatever you say, just be... more careful" As Zabini turns to leave I can see that he's trying desperately not to laugh in my new pets face… this is great.
Gods does Draco look pissed. Nevertheless, I think I'll just go wait for him outside... he's liable to kick my ass if I attempt to touch him right now. I quickly make my exit and wait by the doors for the object of my desire to emerge.
What is taking so long? Finally - no, that's Colin Creevy; I wonder where he's going in such a hurry. There's my Draco - who does not look happy - oh shit, Colin must have heard everything. I better stop him before he gets to the poor cameraman or his camera may end up somewhere other than his hands.
I catch up with Draco just as he's entering a side corridor - most likely to head Colin off before he gets to the Tower. Unfortunately for him, I know this castle better than anyone. I grab hold of the fair ones arm, hauling him into an abandoned classroom.
He looks around for a moment probably wondering where he is before his eyes narrow and he looks around again... but this time, I know he's looking for me.
"You can come out now Potter." Been there, done that.
I drop my cloak and take a step closer, but he takes a step back.
"What?" Damn... looks like I won't be getting any tonight.
"You stay right there." Not afraid of lil ol me, are you Drakie dear?
"Why? You're not going to start bitching again about how I tried to molest you are you?" Because if you do, I'll hit you... I swear.
"No." Good... since I'd much rather put my hands to better use.
I move over to the sofa - which looks as if it hasn't been touched in about fifty years, and ungraciously plop down
"Then what's the problem?" I want you, you want me... don't see a problem here.
"You made a fool out of me." No sweetie... you did that all on your own, though I may have helped a little… but just a little.
"You seemed to be enjoying it at the time." Or was that a banana in your pocket?
"Oh... bite my ass Potter" Finally... the fun begins.
I all but jump off the couch and begin towards him before he takes another step back - putting his hands up defensively.
"That was not an invitation." Ohh... denied.
I roll my eyes falling back onto the couch.
"Well, don't say it if you don't mean it." I mean honestly... did he really think I would pass up the opportunity.
"Whatever, look, have you heard what people have been saying about me?" That bit about you being crazy and that you're stalking me? No, not at all.
"Yes." No time like the present to start being honest.
"Then why the hell did you do that?" Why not?
"It was fun." At least, it was for me.
"FUN?" That's what I said.
"You know you liked it." So stop lying to yourself.
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT! Half the school's laughing at me, Blaise is this close..." he holds his thumb and forefinger millimeters apart "... to sending me to ST. Mungos, and you think it's fun?" Like you wouldn't be laughing your ass off if the situation were reversed.
"Well... Yeah." Who wouldn't?
"Maybe it is for you but it's not for me. So unless you want to come out from under that cloak and play... I'm done." Well damn.
I open my mouth to respond but he's out the door before I get the chance. Shit shit shit; I honestly didn't think he would handle this so badly. Now what do I do? Show up naked in his bed? No…not public enough…hmmm. Print an apology in the Daily Prophet? No…too public. Ok I've got it... I must throw myself down on his mercy and humiliate myself in front of the entire school. But first I will need to speak to Ron and Mione... they'll need time to prepare.
I take my time getting back to Gryffindor Tower... I really don't want to do this but if I ever want to see Draco naked, it has to be done. I arrive to the portrait entrance much sooner than I was hoping, after giving the password, I take a deep breath and enter... possibly going off to meet my death.
Before I even have the chance to look for my beloved and non-murdering friends they approach me.
"Harry, Harry... thank god you're back, you'll never believe what Colin just told us." Oh, I'm sure I can.
"Whatever it is, it can wait... there's something I need to tell you first." Please please don't kill me.
"Ok, but it's really important." Not as important as this.
"I'm sure it is, but as I said, it can wait... I need to tell you this now, come on lets go somewhere more private." I really don't want Ron's screaming to scare the first years.
I lead them up to my room, away from prying eyes and ears. No one else needs to hear what I'm about to say... they'll find out soon enough.
"Ok Mr. Cryptic... what do you need to tell us?" Lots of things, but I suppose I should really focus on the problem at hand.
"I think you should sit down." I wouldn't want you to faint, hit your head on the floor and die.
"Ok"
They take a seat on Ron's bed, while I continue to pace about the room.
"Now promise you won't freak out." Fat chance Potter.
"All right but, you're really starting to worry us… what's wrong." When do I not?
"Yeah mate, you're not… pregnant are you." You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"Wha - Ron are you retarded?" Honestly!
"Well are you?" You were dropped on your head as a baby weren't you?
"WHAT?… No." Maybe I should start investing time in finding a new best friend… one who actually knows where baby's come from.
"Well then… what's the problem?" No problem, I don't have a problem, do you have a problem?
"All right, now this may take me a while for me to get out and you two have to swear not to interrupt or freak out on me" I hope that worked.
"Got it, no interruptions and no freaking out. Get on with it." Ok, ok... it's not easy you know.
"You see, the thing is… I have been sort of… pursing, someone in secret for quite sometime now and I need to take it public... very public. And I wanted you two to know what I am going to do before hand. Because you see this person is well… you don't like this person and I don't want you two freaking out and messing everything up." Whoo glad I got that out of the way… Hmm did I leave anything out, oh yeah.
"Ok then, we understand... good luck." Thank you very much Ron... I'll just be going now.
"Hang on... who exactly is this person?" Damn you Hermione, damn you and your need to know everything.
I take a deep breath and steady myself for the attack from Ron, before answering.
"Draco Malfoy." Keep it cool, Ron. Don't make me bitch slap you.
"WHAT!"
I wince… although it wasn't exactly an unexpected reaction.
"Ron calm down." Do the words 'bitch slap' mean anything to you?
"Calm down, are you kidding me? You just told me you want to date Draco Malfoy and what… you expect me to just sit smiling and pretend everything is good?" Yes! Is that so much to ask?
"Whoa now… I didn't say anything about dating him" Fuck him yeah... date him no.
"Then what the hell are you talking about? Because right now I'm a little confused." Big surprise there.
"I said I was pursing him… I want him… I don't want to date him." I don't even like him…much.
"You want him? What does that mean? What do you - oh that is really disgusting Harry" IT IS NOT!
"So you just want him for sex then?" Among other things.
"MIONE!" Ron, don't criticize her just because she's the smart one.
"Ron we're all adults here… and it was just a question." A very personal question Miss. Nosey.
"Hang on, so what Colin was saying is true." Yep.
"Could be... what was he saying?" Like I don't already know.
"He said that he heard Malfoy and Zabini talking in the Library and that Malfoy said you where there with him... doing... things but no one else could see you... or something." That's because I was invisible at the time.
"Well then, if that's what he said... it's true. I was there with Draco earlier, I had on my invisibility cloak and we were -" On our way to having some kind of twisted sex.
"Stop right there! That is more information than I ever needed to know. Just the thought of you and tha- oh gods oh gods, mental image... I'll never be able to sleep again." I however, could sleep for years on those same images.
"Honestly Ron, stop acting like such a baby… so what is it that you need us to do Harry?" First I need Ron to breathe.
"Well I -" Wasn't finished.
"You don't intend on helping him with this depravity do you?" Great, so now I'm depraved?
"Harry is a big boy Ron, if he wants to shag Malfoy… I don't see how we can stop him." True.
"But -" Haha, evil interrupting Harry strikes again.
"She's right you know. Look Ron, you're my friend… my first friend actually and I would hate to lose that friendship over something as trivial as this. But I've put a lot of effort into getting into Draco Malfoy's pants and I indent on succeeding... and there's nothing you can say or do to stop me." Nope, there's nothing anyone can do... if they try... I'll have to kill them.
"Well, since you put it that way... fine I give up, but I don't like it Harry, not one bit. I'm not going to stand in your way or make things difficult for you but I am in no way going to help you with your little conquest." That seems fair.
"Deal"
"So what do you need me to do?" Did I mention that I love Hermione?
After going over the plan with Hermione, I slip into bed and think about what will happen tomorrow. Can I go through with it? Will I be able to? I lay back and force myself to clear my mind of the thousands of 'what ifs' and 'can I's' running through it. I will worry about tomorrow when it comes... right now, I need sleep.