Disclaimer: Would it be a fanfiction if I owned them?

A/N: Once again I think Draco is a little OOC. HP/DM. Still need a beta and for my reviewers there's rumor I can't directly respond to you… so I wont. But I will mention nonchalantly that It's cool that people like this, and I did add some of my dry humor into it on purpose… kind of. I'll also say I'll be trying to pop chapters out once a week or quicker. I want another 5 reviews before I write another chapter though. –Grins evilly-. And now for the next chapter: AN 2: Sorry this took me forever to get out, I kinda had a rough end to summer and a rough start to school. Don't worry kids though, I'm not emo no more. I'm just.. Jasda.

A Plan Is Developed

Draco POV:

Brain calling mind; Day two is now in progress. Room is prepared, now listen up and heed my words. I hated when my brain spoke like that. But either way... It did have a point. I needed to plan how to catch scarhead. Because I like to work backwards and before liscensing and legalizing ownership of something I'd like to have already obtained it. Plus, I needed to get him before someone else could. Meaning I had to work fast and be on my toes. "Pansy?" "Yes Drake'ums?" "Don't call me that. And find out something Potter is weak for." "Are you thick? It's obviously he finds it necessary to save everyone. Why?" Now I had the root of my plan.

Harry POV:

"COOKIES!" I threw the box at Ron before he could attack. Something didn't seem right today. Malfoy hadn't been at breakfast. That's probably why. I should really stop stalking him. Stalkedy stalk-stalk. Joy. "Let's play truth or dare. I'm really bored." Where did Hermoine come from?
So we played truth or dare. And it was an interesting game. My friends now knew I was gay, wanted desperately to get into Malfoy's pants, and that my uncle had abused me. Among other things. Oops?
Uber attention for Potter time! Oh Glee. Happiness. Sarcasm. Heh... Casm... rhymes with Gasm... laugh. Oh.. in other words. They consoled me where I already had nintendo. Sorry.. horrible pun.

It was all better though when after a few minutes I dared Ron to puke real close to Hermoine. He did, because he was pretty much magically forced to.
"AIDS!" Hermoine jumped far away from the puke and went to wash. At least we convinced her to leave.
But then I noticed Ron's imploring face. I acknowledged him. "Harry, What are aids?"
"AIDS is a disease. A muggle disease. It comes from sex."
"So Hermoine thinks I've had sex? Wait.. no.. she thinks sex is bad? Cause she said AIDS all bad-like"
"Nevermind. I'm going for a walk around the grounds." So, being a man of my word, I left the common room and made a trek down the ever so long and scary corridor. Oh yay for haphazordous cries of help.
Meaning I heard someone shout for help, turn heel to run off in the direction of the voice, and fell flat on my face. Oh so gracefully I returned to my standing stance and jogged off down the hall.

Draco POV:

"Stuff it Creevey. Do as I say and scream for help- before I hex you from here to hell and back again." I shook the younger boy, the camera that hung from his neck beat against his chest.
"Help!" he cried, "Someboy please! Help! Quick," and he screamed shrilly to add to the affect. It hurt my head.
"Run along now, and dont tell a soul, living or dead. If you do, next time you get hurt." It's a shame I couldn't have hexed him either way but that would have taken the recording charm off my wand.
It's a good thing I'd been around. I had this spiffy map. A tracking map A/N: Not like the maruaders map. This instead , using a persons name, will tell you how close they are to you., and planned now on using it to find Harry's vincinity. If he got close enough, I'd play the recording and he'd come running.
To my surprise he already was approaching quickly. You had to be shitting me if he had heard the authentic screams.
"Colin? Was that you I heard screaming? Is everyone- Malfoy?" He noticed me once the door had creaked shut and clicked locked.
I whispered a silencing spell under my breath.
"Well hello, Potter," And with my words the glamour on the morbid room bled away, revealing the chains and whips which adorned it.

A/N wow, can you say short? Eh.. but i got around to it.. waiting for some more inspiration.. and possible a skyehawke account so i could be a bit more graphic.. -cough- (hint, hint)

And we missed my birthday.