Once Draco had gotten over his initial shock, he was seething with anger. He'd been manipulated! By Potter, no less! He didn't know which was worse. He was in a towering rage by the time he reached his dormitory. Of course, by that time it was nearly 2 am, so no one was up.
He stormed up to his private room and slammed the door shut, not caring who he woke up. When Draco Malfoy was upset, EVERYONE knew about it. Draco sat down huffily on his large, luxurious bed. He crossed his arms and seethed in silence.
'How dare Potter do that' Draco thought violently. 'Ooh, he makes me so mad. I just want rip his head off and feed it to the Giant Squid. No, that would be too difficult. I'll just have to beat him at his own game...'
Draco sank back onto his soft, fluffy pillows and relaxed, content in the knowledge that he would find a way to get back at Potter if it was the last thing he ever did.
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Harry snuck back into his dorm, trying not to wake anyone up, but unfortunately Ron was the lightest sleeper he knew. As soon as the door creaked open, he was up like a shot. Ron groped blindly at his hangings and pulled them back. He squinted through the moonlit room at Harry who had frozen when he'd heard Ron's movement.
"Harry?" Ron whispered. Harry sighed, knowing he was caught.
"Yeah, Ron?" He asked.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked groggily.
"Oh, nothing," Harry replied evasively. He went over to his trunk and began to change into his pajama's. Ron's eyes followed him, narrowed slightly as though thinking hard. After a minute or two, Ron opened his mouth to speak once more.
"Did it work?" He asked slyly. Harry paused as he was rummaging through his trunk. He glanced at Ron and a smirk crept onto his features.
"Like a charm," Harry replied smoothly.
"Wait, you used magic?" Ron asked, confused. Harry rolled his eyes.
"No, it's a muggle expression. It means it worked perfectly."
"Oh," Ron said. "Was he pissed?" Ron asked eagerly. Harry chuckled quietly.
"Probably, wouldn't you be if I manipulated you into shagging me?" Harry asked, still smiling.
"Ugh, please, Harry, the images." Ron held up a hand to shield his eyes. Harry rolled his eyes again.
"You think I don't get images from you and Hermione? I sleep in the next bed for Gods sakes. Learn how to use a silencing charm." Ron flushed slightly but disregarded the comment.
"So, did you get what you wanted?" Ron asked. Harry smirked again and his eyes sparkled in the darkness of the dormitory.
"Oh yes," Harry drawled in a satisfied tone. "It's coming along perfectly."
"Some of us are trying to sleep, you know," Interrupted Dean's annoyed voice from behind his curtains. "So could you please save your stories of your sexual escapades until the morning?"
"Sorry, Dean," Harry called. He mouthed silently to Ron, "later". Ron nodded and laid back down in his bed. Harry crawled onto his bed and closed the curtains.
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The next morning, Draco arose at his usual time, despite having gone to bed so late. He dressed carefully in black slacks that hugged his ass perfectly and a form-fitting t-shirt. He entered the Slytherin common room in his usual grand affair. Pansy made a beeline for him, very un-Slytherin-like of her. Draco gave her a disdainful look as she approached.
"Draco, is it true?" She asked eagerly. Draco silently panicked. Did news really travel that fast?
"What, Pansy?" Draco drawled in a bored tone to cover his panic. Pansy cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
"Potter. I heard he got caught last night with the Weaselette in a very compromising position." Pansy snickered at the thought of Harry in trouble. Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"And where did you hear that, some first year no doubt. Pansy, you should know better not to believe the firsties. They know nothing," Draco said dangerously. Pansy looked taken aback.
"Well, I...I guess not, Draco," She conceeded. Draco nodded in agreement. He motioned for Blaise and the two left out the common room door.
"So, what did you do last night?" Blaise asked slyly. Draco scowled.
"Nothing, Blaise."
"Oh, come on, I heard you come in at 2. What did you do?" Blaise pushed.
"Potter," Draco said.
"What?" Blaise exclaimed. Draco gave him a look and he quickly quieted down. "You did Potter?"
"If you tell anyone I will kill you," Draco threatened. Blaise smirked.
"Now why would you think I'd tell anyone?" He asked innocently. Draco's eyes narrowed.
"You're not a Slytherin for nothing." Blaise snickered.
"And neither are you."
"No, I'm not. And that's why you are not going to interfere with my plans."
"What plans?" Blaise asked cautiously. Draco smirked and his eyes glittered maliciously.
"Never you mind, my Slytherin friend." Draco walked on ahead of Blaise and Blaise watched him through laughing eyes knowing that whatever Draco had in mind must be good.
Draco entered the Great Hall, after a quick scan, he noted the Potter was not present. He sat down gracefully at his place at the Slytherin table. A few minutes later, Potter and his trio came into the Hall. Draco did not glance up. He pretended he didn't notice anything differently. Harry glanced over at him but then quickly ducked his head and moved on to the Gryffindor table.
Draco ate his meal slowly, savoring his meal. He was smiling slightly through the entire meal. No one dared to ask what he was thinking. Blaise would normally have been the one to do so, but as he already knew, he would not tell anyone for fear of Draco's wrath.
Pansy kept shooting furtive glances at him but dared not ask him. After finishing his meal, Draco rose from the table. Blaise followed him moments later and the two of them exited from the Hall. Draco did not have to look to know that a certain raven-haired boy's eyes were following him out of the Hall.
Harry was puzzled and Ron, who had also been watching Malfoy, leaned over inconspicuously and whispered in Harry's ear.
"What do you think he's doing?" He whispered quietly so no one else would hear. Harry's eyebrows were furrowed. He knew Draco would want some kind of retaliation, but he didn't know what he would do.
"Planning his revenge, I'm sure," Harry muttered. Ron smirked slightly.
"What do you think it'll be?" He asked in a low voice. No one at the table was paying them much attention, except Hermione who was watching with her eyebrows knitted together. Harry noticed her looking and quickly moved away from Ron.
"What are you two planning?" Hermione asked shrewdly. Ron blushed pink, but Harry didn't react.
"Nothing, Hermione," He said, waving a hand dismissively. She didn't look happy that he was keeping something from her, but she let it drop for the moment.
"Fine, don't tell me. Come on, we're going to be late." Hermione stood up from the table and swung her bag on her shoulder. Harry checked his watch also and realized they only had 5 minutes to get to Potions. He grabbed his bag and hastily followed Ron and Hermione from the Hall.
They reached the dungeon door a minute before class started. They slid in and Snape sneered at them, unable to take points because they were technically not late. They chose the only table left at the front of the classroom. Hermione had no objections. Ron and Harry shared a disgruntled look as they took their seats.
Harry glanced over to Draco's table where he sat with Blaise. Draco didn't so much as glance his way. Harry was more than a little confused. What was he planning? He shared another look and a raised eyebrow with Ron. Snape set them to work making a very difficult Switching Solution. Hermione worked furiously on the potion while Ron and Harry pretended to help. Finally, Hermione became frustrated.
"Why don't you two actually help?" She demanded. Ron and Harry shrugged. She rolled her eyes. "Harry, pour that bottle of dragon's blood in the potion, slowly," She commanded him. Harry picked up the vial of thick maroon liquid. He tipped it over the cauldron.
As soon as the liquid touched the surface of the potion, there was a huge explosion. Harry's hands flew up to protect his face. He heard Hermione shriek at the suddeness of the explosion. He could hear Ron coughing through the thick smog that was now obscuring the room. He saw the shadow of Snape swoop over through the cloud. Snape waved his wand and the smoke dissipated.
He stood glaring at Harry who was covered in black soot-like dust. Ron and Hermione were not much better off. Ron looked like a chimney sweep and Hermione's normally chestnut colored hair was a dark black. Snape stood sneering down at them.
"Potter," He snarled and Harry winced at his tone, knowing what was coming. "50 points for your lack of understanding. Let's see," Snape reached down and picked up the vial Harry had been pouring. He sniffed it and pulled away as the smell was so strong, "Essence of Warthog. That is possibly the worst thing you could EVER put in a potion of this measure." Snape glared at Harry as though he meant to cause a huge explosion.
"Detention, Mr. Potter. You will serve it here tomorrow night, 7:00, don't be late." Snape swooped away, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to clean up the mess. Hermione huffed as she bent down to clean off the remnants from the cauldron. The rest of the class filed out when the bell rang. Harry scowled as they all walked past. How was he supposed to have known it wasn't dragon's blood?
When the last person had left, Hermione turned to him with an angry look on her face.
"I told you to put i dragon's blood /i in the potion Harry. What were you thinking?" She berated him. Harry's eyes narrowed at her accusation.
"Hey, it looked like dragon's blood. You're the one who got the ingredients! Shouldn't you have known what it was?" He asked, fairly annoyed.
"It was dragon's blood," She snapped.
"Well, it didn't just magically change!" Harry retorted. Hermione scoffed.
"It could have. We are wizards and witches, remember?" Hermione reminded him scathingly. She finished cleaning up the potion and grabbed her bag and stalked from the room. Ron shrugged hopelessly at Harry and followed her out. Harry sighed and picked up his bag as well, now having a detention to look forward to. Wonderful.
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The next day passed slowly. Harry was not looking forward to his detention. Detentions with Snape never proved to be very interesting. Usually they were very boring, tedious, and useless. Harry left for the dungeon classroom that day at a quarter till. He walked slowly, dragging his feet, not really caring if he was late. What would Snape do, take more points? Harry grimaced at the thought. After Malfoys dockage of 100 points yesterday and now the 50 more points, Harry would soon be unpopular.
Of course, no one knew why they had suddenly dropped one hundred points overnight and Harry was not inclined to tell them. He simply shied away when people mentioned the sudden drop in points.
Harry hurried down to the dungeon, now that he was at least five minutes late. He came to a halt just before reaching the doors. He paused to catch his breath. Then he slowly pushed open the door, fearing what he would find awaiting him. At first glance, it seemed the room was empty. He found this odd and entered into the room. As he looked around, though, he noticed a dark shape sitting on one of the desks.
Harry sat down in a chair and waited for the figure to acknowledge his presence. It was a few minutes before the figure moved. A wand was withdrawn and Harry eyed it suspiciously. It was waved at the door and Harry heard to lock click. This made him kind of nervous. It was then that the figure waved his wand again and the torches along the wall flickered into light. Harry gasped when he realized who the figure was.
Draco Malfoy sat, smirking at Harry from his position on the desk. Harry watched him cautiously.
"How did you do that?" He asked. Malfoy smirked.
"Do what?" He asked in mock innocence. Harry cocked an eyebrow.
"Get Snape out," He replied.
"Please, Potter. I'm Head Boy and his favorite student. It wasn't that hard," He said condescendingly. Harry shrugged in agreement, he couldn't argue that that wasn't true.
"What do you plan on doing with me?" Harry asked cautiously. Draco's smirk widened.
"Eager aren't we, Potter. Just relax, all in good time," Draco drawled and his eyes glittered in the torchlight. This did not make Harry feel any better. He could only begin to imagine what Draco had in store for him. Draco slid off the desk gracefully and stood facing Harry. "First things first, your detention. Snape instructed that you clean this entire room from top to bottom, without magic." Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Draco overrode him. "Second, he insisted that you also relabel all the jars of poison in the student store cupboard. And thirdly, you're not to leave until you are finished with it all." Draco snickered evilly at the amount of work Harry had ahead of him.
Draco held out his hand and Harry's wand flew into it. Harry stood gaping open-mouthed at Draco and the task he'd been set.
"There's no way I can finish that in one night!" He exclaimed.
"Professor Snape said that if you don't finish tonight, he'll see you tomorrow as well." Harry let out a loud, angry puff of air. Draco hopped back onto the desk and gave Harry a look indicating he'd better start. Harry dropped to his knees and grabbed a rag out of a bucket that was waiting for him. For the next half an hour, Harry worked in silence. He could feel Draco's piercing gaze on his back as he scrubbed the floor, the desks, the cupboards...
Finally, after an hour and a half, Harry sat up on his haunches and looked around him. He'd managed to make pretty good time. He was nearly finished with all the cleaning. He stood up for a break and wiped his forehead.
"What are you doing, Potter?" Draco drawled maliciously. Harry gave him a withering glance.
"I was just taking a break," He said in annoyance.
"I don't think so, no breaks. Get back to work." Harry scoffed but resumed his scrubbing. Half an hour later, he'd finished scouring the room. He checked his watch, almost midnight. He grumbled as he stood up and moved to the cupboard. He pulled open the doors and his mouth dropped open at the number of bottles awaiting relabeling. He heard Draco snicker quietly behind him and he turned around angrily.
"What is so funny?" He demanded. Draco slid off the desk and walked over to Harry's side and scanned the shelves, taking in the numerous bottles. Harry could feel Draco's body heat resonating off him. He unconsciously leaned into Draco's side. Draco noticed and raised an eyebrow. "Watch it, Potter," Draco warned. Harry frowned.
"What?" He asked. Draco moved away from him and narrowed his eyes.
"I swear to Merlin, Potter, if you come on to me again I'll..."
"Come on to you? I did no such thing!" Hary exclaimed indignantly. Draco scoffed.
"Please, Potter. You were practically begging."
"I was not!" Harry said, highly affronted at such an inference. "You came on to me!"
"Oh, no, I did not. You wanted me." Harry's lip curled in disdain.
"Why would I want you?" He drawled. Draco's eyes widened in fury. His hands balled themselves into fists and Harry was almost positive he was about to be clobbered. Instead, he found himself forcefully pushed against the opposite wall. Draco's silver eyes were full of an intense fire Harry had never seen. Draco was only inches from his face and Harry could feel his hot breath.
"Tell me you want me," Draco hissed. Harry's eyes were wide in surprise but he refused to give in.
"Never," He replied forcefully. Draco growled audibly and then crushed his lips against Harry's. Harry gasped in shock and Draco took the opportunity and thrust his tongue into Harry's open mouth. Harry whimpered slightly as his mouth was forcefully plundered by Draco's tongue. Draco nipped at Harry's lower lip and Harry groaned in response. Draco's hand left the wall and pushed under Harry's shirt. Harry moaned and Draco pushed himself closer.
Harry could feel Draco's obvious erection and his was becoming rather painful itself, stuck in the confines of his oh so tight jeans. He desperately grabbed Draco's hip and pulled him closer, grinding their hard-ons together. Draco moaned slightly as the kiss continued. Harry moved one hand from his hip and to Draco's firm ass. Draco groaned when Harry squeezed his ass gently.
Draco broke the kiss momentarily and they both gasped for air. The break was only momentary as Draco crashed his lips against Harry's again in a reckless abandon. His hot tongue probed the recesses of Harry's mouth. Harry's tongue mimicked the movements and he moaned when Draco's erection brushed against his. He thrust his body up to meet Draco's hips. Draco was caught off guard and gasped at the touch.
Harry hastily reached down and undid his jeans. He then reached over to Draco and fumbled with his buttons. Eventually he finally got them undone and the pants fell to the floor. Harry reached inside Draco boxers and wrapped around his painfully erect cock. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth at the touch. Draco reciprocated the action and Harry whimpered when he felt Draco's long fingers gripping his rock hard cock.
Draco pumped slowly at first, working up to a faster pace. Harry did the same on Draco's throbbing member and Draco panted into his open mouth. Harry flicked out his tongue and licked the tip of Draco's. Draco responded by deepening the kiss, all the while stroking Harry's leaking cock. Harry increased his stroking of Draco's hard member.
By now they were both panting hard. Each had their eyes closed and were leaning into each other for support. Draco gave one last hard pull and Harry came with a cry in his hands. Harry kissed Draco lightly before giving him a last stroke of his own. Draco came fast and hard. Harry slid his hand out from Draco's pants and grabbed his wand from Draco's back pocket. He gave it a wave and everything was clean. Draco backed away and also removed his wand.
He waved it once and immediately the potions were relabeled.
"Detention done," He said. Harry smiled at him and turned to leave. Draco stared after him. "Woah Potter, you're not leaving until you admit that want me," Draco demanded. Once more, an uncharacteristicly Malfoy smirk appeared on the Golden Boys face.
"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Then Harry left the room leaving behind a very seething Draco Malfoy.