A/N: Hello again everyone, well here's the next chapter… enjoy.

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Now on with the Show

I am woken suddenly by the feeling of a weight shifting onto my bed, and since I didn't go to sleep with someone in it... I really do not think there should be someone in it now. My eyes drift open slowly as I search for my glasses on the nightstand - once I retrieve them I come face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy... smirking at me. Oh god, oh god - what is he doing here? How did he get in?

"Hello Harry" What are you, a ninja?

"Draco? How did you get in here?" Please tell me you didn't kill anyone… oh like I care.

"I convinced one of the first years to let me in." And why exactly are there any first years up at this - oh like I care…at least no one's dead.

"You mean you threatened one of them into letting you in." Why are we still talking about how he got in?

"Death threat, polite conversation... whatever gets me my way." And which of the two would this be?

"Uh huh... so, is there something I can help you with or are you just going to sit there staring at me all night?" Because I can think of a few things I'd rather be doing…you, for example

"Actually Harry... I've come to help you with that little problem of yours." Sometimes I think he can read these wicked thoughts of mine.

"What problem?" I don't have a problem, who told you I have a problem, I don't know who told you that, but if they did, they're a liar!

Draco's smirk grows into a predatory smile as he crawls closer - looking very much like a tiger stalking through the grass. He stops just inches from me before leaning over flicking his tongue against my throat.

"I do believe you once told me of a little problem you where having with your trousers... I've come to rectify that." Thank whatever gods in this universe that have created the drugs he obviously has taken.

"Sorry to disappoint you Draco, but as you can plainly see... I am in bed, so... I'm not wearing any trousers. In fact, if you where to look under these covers you would find that I'm not wearing anything at all." My it's warm in here…oh wait, Harry, that's HELLFIRE!

At this point his smile breaks into a full-blown Cheshire cat grin as he slowly leans back... and lifts the blanket up.

"So you don't... well then, perhaps you will have to help me out of mine." I thought you'd never ask.

Rising slowly, I gently push him back on to the bed, covering his body with my own. I place a hand on either side of his head to steady myself and playfully nip at his ear, and then proceed to trail wet open-mouthed kisses down his neck. I hesitantly take down a hand and ever so slowly move it to rest just above the waist band of his pants - looking up to him, awaiting his permission to continue and then -

"HARRY!" Ahhhhhh... Who's screeching? Where's Draco? Why am I on the floor?

I tentatively open my eyes as the realization hits me - a dream, it was all a dream and I didn't even get to get to the naughty parts. I reach up to the nightstand and search blindly for my glasses. After finally finding them, I slip them on and look up into the amused face of a green-headed demon... more commonly referred to as my best friend.

"Ron... is there some special reason you felt the need to scream into my ear... and why the hell am I on the floor?" I glance up at him with a look that says 'I will set you ablaze right now'

Trying in vain to suppress his amusement he walks back over to his bed and sits down turning to face me.

"Well, to be honest Harry, I've been trying to wake you up for at least half an hour - quite unsuccessfully I might add... and once you started moaning on and on about Malfoy, I felt it was my duty as your best friend to wake you up by any means necessary." I have never in my life wanted to kill someone so badly... in my entire life.

"That still doesn't explain what I'm doing on the floor" Well, at least I'm not naked... that, may have been unpleasant.

"I think that would be fairly obvious Harry... you fell out of bed." Smart-ass

"Thank you captain obvious… I suppose the more important question would be... why did I fall out of bed?" And if you say 'gravity' so help me that will be a bitch slap.

"Dunno really… I just startled you I guess." Good answer.

"Screaming in a sleeping person's ear can do that. What time is it anyway?"

"It is time, my good man, for you to take a shower, take care of some unfinished …" he motions to my lap "...business, and then get your lazy ass dressed, so we can go to breakfast." What's the matter Ron? Can't say the word 'masturbate'? Why ever not, you do it all fucking time.

I leisurely get off the floor, grab my robes and head off towards the shower. I am half way out the door when he shouts to me.

"Oh and Harry... do try to be quick about it." I wonder how hard it would be to steal some poison from Snapes private stash?

I reply with a new hand gesture I have been saving for a special occasion and set off for the showers.

After I finish getting ready I meet back up with Ron and depart to the Great Hall for breakfast. Once we arrive I take the seat facing Hermione and away from the Slytherin table. I do not think I could get through breakfast if I had to see Draco... I'm still not sure if I'll be able to get thought the day with out jumping him - no be strong Harry, remember your self-control. Besides he's most likely still pissed about yesterday anyway and would cause me great bodily harm if I were to go anywhere near him... invisible or otherwise. Thankfully, the wonderful Hermione Granger pulls me out of my worry-induced daze.

"Are you ok Harry?" No

"Yes Mione... just a little nervous about today." It's not every day Harry Potter becomes-

"Don't worry, we've got it all worked out, nothing can go wrong." You could at least look at me when you say that.

"If you're sure." You better be…I know where you sleep.

"Of course I'm sure... this is me we're talking about, now eat." Fine, cocky bitch - NO…bad Harry…she's trying to help you!

As I begin to do just that, I feel someone staring at me... practically drilling a hole into the back of my head. Normally I wouldn't notice, someone is always watching me... at sometime or another... but this is different somehow, and immediately I realize that it must be Draco. I want to turn around so badly - but I can't and since I just cannot take the strain of his gaze any longer, I down the rest of my pumpkin juice and quickly exit the hall.

Even though I despise Snape, I guess I'll just go to potions early... It's not like I have time to go anywhere else anyway. Besides, if I get there before Draco I can at least watch him walk in - without him noticing me of course. I begin to hear faint footsteps behind me, fearing the worst I pick up my pace. Alone in the halls is not a good place to be if Draco Malfoy is after you... that is, if it is even Draco following me, but since I can not simply turn around and check I will go with the find people option. If there are people around he will not come anywhere near me, that I know for sure... hell even Snape would be a welcome -

"Potter." Just keep walking Harry... pretend you can't hear him.

"Potter, I'm talking to you." Nope, can't hear a thing la la la la la.

Suddenly as if refusing to obey my command my feet stop moving and my traitorous legs turn me around to face the very person I wanted to avoid... at least this morning anyway. Well at the very least I could be rude.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Good to know my mouth is still obeying to me.

"Malfoy? What happened to Draco?" I put him on hiatus for the duration of this conversation.

"I left him with my invisibility cloak." Along with the rights to my soul.

"So it's like that is it?" No, it's really not.

"Of course it is. Did you really expect me to give into you just like that?" I take it back, I take it back.

"Yes... actually I did." Quite the confident one aren't we... gods, that's hot.

"Well, that's' too bad for you I guess... I was having far too much fun before and since you felt the need to put and end to that... I have nothing more to say." Sulfur really isn't a bad smell…once you get used to it.

"So what, that's it? You chase after me all this time and just because I don't want people thinking I've lost my mind - you decide you're finished?" Trust me pet... I'm no where near done.

"I thought I made all of this clear to you, but apparently something was lost in the translation. I am the one in control of this game. I make the rules, not you... so when I decide to finish it, it's over." If he were to call me a bastard, it would be too kind a word.

He just stands there mouth hanging open like a beautifully delicate… fish - maybe I was a bit harsh... nevertheless it seems parts of me feel the need to be a little harsher.

I move before he can even see it coming and not so gently force him against the wall. He winces on impact and clenches his teeth tightly. I lean in licking his neck - bringing my lips to his ear.

"S'to bad it had to be this way Malfoy... I would have given you the most spectacular…" I lick at his ear, barley containing my excitement as he shudders. "...fuck of your life." I am such an asshole.

As if those last few words immediately brought him to his senses, he pushes me away. For a moment he just stands there, brows furrowed, breathing heavily, glaring at me. I cannot believe I did that... please god let me not have ruined everything... no it's ok, everything will work out this evening when I-

"I hate you." Don't let him provoke you…walk away Harry.

I do not though, as it seems my traitorous legs have decided against me again and take a step closer to him, a mere breath away from his face.

"No... you don't" I see my mouth has joined the rest of my body in mutiny.

In a move, not unexpected, he shoves me - hard. I stumble back, losing my balance and fall very ungracefully to the cold stone floor, when I look up he's gone. I sit here for a moment, contemplating ripping out my own tongue, when I notice Ron and Hermione running towards me.

"Harry, Harry... are you ok?" I've been better.

"Yes" No use worrying her... it's not like there's anything she can do.

"What the Hell did he do that for? I swear when I get my hands on that pointy faced ferret I'm gonna-"

"Ron, calm down... I deserved that and a lot more, most likely." And his face is not pointy.

"What did you say to him Harry?" I'd rather not re-hatch the extent of my bastardness right now thank you.

"Nothing I care to repeat right now Mione... come on before we're late, Snape already takes enough points from Gryffindor without us giving him a reason." My existence is enough.

We continue on to the potions classroom in silence. If they have any questions - which I am sure they do, they thankfully keep them to themselves. Upon entering the room I try in vain to not look at Draco, who is very pointedly avoiding looking back. Maybe I did over do it just a little, damn… I take my usual seat beside Ron and patiently await Snape's instructions.

"Today we will be brewing a rather advanced calming potion. While you would normally be partnering for this particular endeavor, I have decided that I want to test your skills without the help of your fellow classmates, as it has come to my attention that only half of you are actually doing the work. The instructions are on the board… you may begin" Did he have to look at me when he said that? I do all my own work thank you very much.

Once he is safely behind his desk, blessedly out of hearing range - Ron leans over to ask the question I knew was inevitable.

"So… what did you say to Malfoy anyway?" I told him you sleep in a frilly pink nighty.

"Besides the fact that I enjoyed him being my bitch for a while but now I'm through with him… nothing much." All in all, a fairly normal conversation.

"You called The Draco Malfoy 'Your Bitch'… and you're still breathing?" No Ron, I am in fact, sitting here…dead. What kind of question is that?

"Well, not in those exact words… but yeah. And thanks ever so much for your vote of confidence in protecting myself against him." I made Voldemort cry…I think I can handle Draco Malfoy.

"You know that's not what I meant… so don't get pissy with me, just because you have yet to fulfill your morbid urges towards the irritating rodent." Why is it morbid? It's not like I want to have sex with his dead body.

"Ron" You're a moron.

"Yes" I hate you.

"Shut up" You're annoying me.

We finish the remainder of the lesson in silence - we seem to be doing that a lot these days… I am beginning to think Draco is more trouble than he's worth. When class is dismissed and everyone is departing for their following lesson I stay behind, taking the opportunity to watch Draco leave… no, he's worth every bit of it.

Finally, when everyone has left I get up from my seat and head out. Thankfully Ron and Mione are waiting for me - and by the look Mione is giving me, I would say Ron told her what I said.

"Harry, why on earth would you say something like that to him? I thought you liked…" I send her 'the look' "…fine, I thought you wanted to have your 'wicked way' with him" That's more like it.

"I do, and I will, but if I know Draco and I'm pretty sure I do… he would have wanted an answer from me this morning and as we both know, it does not fit in with my plans to give him one straight out." Of course it really wasn't the in the plan to piss him off but…

She begins to reply but I hastily put a hand up to stop her.

"Trust me, it's better this way." I hope

"If you think so Harry but-"

"I appreciate your concern Hermione but I've got the Draco part under control. What I need to know from you is if you have all the other arrangements we talked about?" Nothing must go wrong.

"What arrangements? What plan? Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?" Surprise surprise…Ron doesn't know what's going on.

"Sorry Ron, if I remember correctly you said you wanted no part of helping me with this - what was it… depravity. So you'll just have to wait and find out with the rest of the school." And be sure to stay for the after party…there my be a lynching.

He looks as if he is about to respond, but thinks better of it and eventually just walks away. I know he doesn't like to be left out but he left himself out of this one. He'll get over it. I am pulled out of my thoughts once again by Hermione - sometimes I wonder how I ever have time to think at all.

"Don't worry about him Harry, he'll get over it." He usually does.

"I know, so is everything set?" Have I stressed enough how nothing can go wrong?

"I got all the spells needed, so all you will have to do is sneak into the great hall and cast them. Are you sure you want to do this Harry?" No…but I'm gonna do it anyway.

"Even if I didn't, after what I did this morning… I really don't have any other choice." Yep, if I want him… there's no backing out now.

"True, that was a bit… harsh." Remind me why don't you.

"I know, I know… look, I'm feeling kinda worn down, so could you tell Ron I won't be going to

anymore classes today… I think I'm just going to take a nap." Who knew pursuing Draco Malfoy could be so tiring.

"Alright, bye and good luck." Thanks... I'll need all I can get.

"Thanks Mione… I'll see you later." If I don't decide to kill myself first.

I leave and make my way back to the tower. Unfortunately there is a very irate looking blond waiting - I can only assume, for me.

"Draco?" Ah shit.

"So it's Draco again is it? I don't know what you're playing at Potter, but I do not consider things between us finished. You are not in charge of this 'game' as you so nicely put it and until I say it's over it is very much on." Is he trying to make me crack? I mean…oh god…does he know? He couldn't…could he? Calm down Harry…

"Whatever Malfoy, I'm tired so if you'll excuse me." Before we end up giving the portraits a free show.

I make a move to push past him but he grabs me and slams me into the wall… that's gonna leave mark.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Smart-ass comment…coming…can't…stop it…

"Oh I'm sorry have we not met? I'm Harry Potter, it's nice-" Ow

I give him a little smirk and attempt to free my hand as to offer it to him but he slams me ever harder into the wall - I suppose making fun of him at this point was not a very smart move.

"You really are in no position to be making jokes Potter." How true you are.

At this he crashes his lips to mine, in the most brutal, yet passionate kiss I have ever experienced. Much too soon, in my opinion - he breaks the kiss, and then leans in brushing his lips against my ear.

"You know it's really a shame I have a class to attend now Potter, other wise I would have given you…" he flicks his tongue against my ear "…the most spectacular fuck of your life… willing or not." Forceful... I like that.

He lets go of me taking a step back and I slide down the wall, head held down in defeat. He then kneels down, taking my chin in his hands - lifting my face to meet his.

"Who's in control now Potter?" I... have no idea.

I tear myself from his grasp, glaring defiantly at him. He laughs leisurely - then leaves. I sigh heavily picking myself up from the floor and walk hazily to my room. I set my alarm, so I will have enough time to do what needs to be done before dinner and drift into an uneasy sleep.

I awake to the sound of buzzing and after reaching out a hand to turn the alarm off, slump lazily out of bed. I check the time, and seeing that I have plenty I grab my invisibility cloak and take off towards the Great Hall.

When I arrive, I immediately go over to the Slytherin table to cast the necessary charms, but before I begin I slip on my invisibility cloak - even though there is no one here now, I can't have someone coming in on me waving my wand over Draco Malfoy's seat… they may get the wrong idea. After I'm finished with the Slytherin table I make my way to my own and cast the same charms. I take my seat as students start to fill in. I see Ron and Hermione who come to sit one seat away from me. Though they would normally sit right beside me, the spells I cast prevent them from doing so or even wondering why they aren't.

"Where's Harry? I thought you said he would be down for dinner." You think he'd know by now…just because he doesn't see me, doesn't mean I'm not here.

At this Mione reaches and hand over and rubs it on my arm - making sure I am indeed in place, then leans over towards Ron.

"He is here, you just can't see him." Damn it Hermione no one was supposed to know that yet. What if someone else heard?

"Why? What's going on? Harry?" Patience my good man... all will be revealed in time.

"Shush, you'll find out soon enough… eat your dinner." I pity her children.

He begrudgingly begins to do as he is asked and as I wait patiently for Draco to arrive - and there he is now. He is so arrogant I can hardly stand it, and I mean that in a good way… he must be awfully proud of himself for his little display of dominance earlier. I don't think I've seen him look that happy and confident in a while.

I hear Mione mutter the spell, which I need to complete this task, and upon hearing the music I take a deep breath and stand… here goes nothing.