Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related, as I have now stated a few times, do I have to keep typing, its not going to make me any money and I am growing bored.

A/N: Sooooooo sorry I haven't updated in absolutely ages, I started a new job and I started my first year at college, so life has been pretty hectic, but now its half term, and I can afford to spend a few hours of my time entertaining my loyal fans.

Warnings for this chapter: language, mentions of masturbation, nothing too disgusting just yet. And yes, again there may be not much humour in this chapter but, just be patient. And if you don't like slash, then I advise that you leave now, that is if you hadn't already realised that this would be slash when you decided to search in the Harry/Draco section of FF.

Chapter 4: More of the red-faced weasel, and… a necklace?

That night Draco lay in bed thinking about Harry, and why he had to be so goddamn sexy. He decided that he was going to woo Potter, and before the Halloween Ball on the 12th October (the ball is earlier because there will be a separate masquerade ball on Halloween).
He stayed up for the majority of the night, trying to think of pathetically Hufflepuff ways to seduce the Gryffindor. He eventually gave in to sleep around 2am, with a plan clearly formed in his mind. He dreamt of Harry.

Draco woke up to the sound of silence, since he was Head Boy this year; he very conveniently got his own private rooms, although he missed waking up to the sound of his old Slytherin dorm-mates stirring, the way Crabbe and Goyle would take it upon themselves to make as much noise as humanely possible whilst stretching their stiff limbs tiredly, and then there was Blaise, who would usually unintentionally wake them all up from falling out of his bed, as he rolls over to the edge of the bed in his sleep, this is due to the fact that he is so used to having other guys sleeping in with him that he automatically moves to the side.

Draco was so comfortable in his new bed that he really couldn't be bothered to move, he contemplated snuggling deeper into the comforter, but decided that it wasn't worth getting Snape aggravated on the first day back.

He pulled himself out of bed, stripped himself of his pyjamas, went to his wardrobe, picked out a light green shirt and black trousers, and laid them on the edge of his bed, and padded his way to the bathroom.

He stood under the warm spray, rivulets of water falling down his back, relaxing his muscles, Draco's mind began to wander, focusing on the raven haired beauty on the opposite side of the castle, he closed his eyes and imagined Harry's face, his eyes, pools of emerald, his full pink lips, he imagined those lips upon his, softly kissing him, feeling so much passion from just one simple gesture, he reached down and grabbed his length, finding it was already half hard from his rather vivid imagination, he began to fist himself slowly, starting at the base, working up the shaft, twisting his hand slightly at the head and then gradually slipping back down again, all the while imagining that it was Harry's perfect lips engulfing his hardened length. As the image intensified, so did his need for release, his movements got faster, more desperate, he could feel that he was almost there, the sensation was so strong that he was holding on to the wall of the shower for support, he came, hard, feeling sufficiently satisfied for now, he let the remains of his self-indulgence wash away with the water from the shower.

About 30 minutes later Draco was standing in front of his mirror, feeling satisfied that he was looking as gorgeous and shaggable as usual, he then went through his secret door to the Slytherin common room, to find his comrades so that they could walk to breakfast together.

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On said opposite side of the castle, said raven haired beauty was awakening from a most pleasant realm of sleep, as the focus of his wet dream had been one Draco Malfoy. However, he was not so blessed as to have his own private dorm, so; unfortunately he had to wake up along with the rest of his dorm, which, in his rather sticky situation was really a bit of a bummer. The problem Harry now faced, was; how to get to the showers, without said dorm-mates noticing 'little Harry's hard on', which, with Seamus Finnegan in the room, was an impossibility, Harry cursed his luck on having Hogwarts resident pervert as a dorm-mate.

Deciding that the best course of action would be to get Ron to help him out, Harry stuck his head through the gap in the curtains surrounding his bed, "Pst, Ron… Ron!" the red-head spun around to face Harry, and walked over as Harry beckoned him closer. "What's the matter?" Ron whispered, "I need your help in distracting Seamus, Dean and Neville, whilst I run to the bathroom", Harry whispered back, Ron looked confused, "Why would you want me to do that mate?" Harry looked down at the considerable tent in his duvet, Ron followed his line of sight, looked down, and snapped his head back up, flushing a deep scarlet colour to rival the shades of Rimmel lipstick. Composing himself Ron nodded at Harry, and padded over to Dean's bed, pulled out a battery powered CD player, turned it on, all of a sudden the 'Macarena' started playing, and to Harry's disbelief, started dancing (all the moves), Seamus, Neville and Dean, first looked at Ron, then to each other, shrugged, and joined in, leaving Harry a clear path to the bathroom. Once at the bathroom door, Harry had to take a peek, because seeing all four of his dorm-mates dancing the 'Macarena' in their underwear was just too priceless a scene to miss, not to mention about a months worth of blackmail material on Neville, Seamus and Dean, although he now owed Ron big time.

A/N: what Harry did in the shower is up to your own warped imaginations, I think I have given you all enough description of Draco's little experience, to satisfy you for now.

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Draco strutted (yes strutted) into the Great Hall to find that Potter was already sat at the Gryffindor table, with the rest of the trio, as soon as he was through the doors to the Great Hall, he saw Potter openly staring at him, Draco smirked to himself, as he knew that his plan was working. He sat down between Pansy and Blaise, now he knew that Pansy wouldn't try anything on him, everyone knew about her sordid little affair with the female weasel, and the fact that she was now seeing Millicent Bullstrode, made her more of a lesbian than a women's rights convention. But Blaise on the other hand was more of a problem; he was about as straight as………eerrm …… a very bendy thing that has a lot of twists in it? And has consequently, been trying to get into Draco's pants since third year.

But Draco's concerns seemed to be unnecessary this morning, since, Blaise had seen something loud and Irish that he found to be quite interesting, over at the Gryffindor table. With the Gryffindorks now in mind, Draco turned his head back to one Harry Potter, who looked deep in discussion with the weasel, but it seemed as though he could sense Draco's gaze upon him, and he turned to look quizzically at him, seeing this, Draco quickly turned his attention to the swarm of owls that had just entered the hall, he was looking for one bird in particular, Harry's white snowy owl, Hedwig, he located her circling the Gryffindor table.

Draco inwardly smiled to himself, this was phase one of his ingenious plan, he had been up all night trying to think of things he could do to try to woo Harry, and he had finally come up with the idea of sending him a small gift, this way, when he finally revealed himself as Harry's admirer, Harry would hopefully think that he was a sweet, romantic kinda guy.

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Harry, was being dragged through a rather meaningless conversation with Ron, desperate for something to distract him from his boredom, he looked up, to see the arrival of the morning post. He spotted Hedwig, and noticed that she had a small package tied to her leg. Hedwig flew downwards onto the table, narrowly missing Ron's cornflakes; Harry untied the package from her leg, stroked her gently, and then let her help herself to his breakfast. He opened the package, somewhat apprehensively, expecting to be cursed by whatever was contained inside, he braced himself, and sighed with relief when he wasn't bludgeoned with a frying pan when he opened it, inside the box, embedded in soft pink rose petals, was another smaller blue velvet box, Harry carefully removed the box from within the petals, and slowly opened it, what was inside took his breath away, inside was a necklace, in the shape of half a heart, this confused Harry somewhat, until he discovered a note in with the petals, picking it up, he read it, it said

Harry,

I hope you like this necklace, I know you may wonder why there is only half a heart on it, this is because, I have the other half, on my own chain, I thought that I should let you know how much I like you, and I hope that someday you may learn to like me too.

Yours,

Harry was speechless, he had a secret admirer, he secretly hoped it was a guy, otherwise the poor girl who had spent so much money on this necklace was going to be very disappointed indeed.

Noticing that he had the attention of most of the hall, bar the Slytherins of course, Harry collected the boxes, promised to see Ron and Hermione in Potions, and left the Great Hall, with a light feeling in his heart 'I guess I'm going to have to discover who has the second half of this soon.'

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Draco had his head bowed towards the table, so as the rest of the Slytherins couldn't see his broad grin, he was happy with Harry's reaction to the necklace. He decided that now would be a good time to leave and get his book bag, so that he would not be late for potions. He bid his friends goodbye and left the hall knowing that he would not be able to stop thinking about Harry for the rest of the day. 'Geez, Snape would have a field day, if he found out that it's Potter I'm crushing on, I guess I'll have to try and keep my wandering eyes to myself in potions.' It was then that Draco realised that he had a looong day ahead of him.

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A/N: okay, loyal slash fans that is the longest chapter that I have ever posted, I should hope that you're all happy with it, if not, criticism is welcomed.

Next chapter: It's Harry's turn to do some wooing, I know this chapter was mostly focused on Draco, but I promise we will have some more of the Harry goodness next chapter!

But for now feed my plot bunnies, they haven't been fed in a while, in fact I think they may be dying, so review, if not for me, then for the poor, poor bunnies.