Harry climbed into his bed that night a very satisfied and devious Gryffindor. He couldn't help the smile that took over his features as he lay in bed watching the moonlight dancing on the ceiling. Tonight he'd managed to get in without waking Ron or anyone else. He was far too full of adrenaline to sleep. Who knew that his little game would be so stimulating?
Harry continued grinning at the memory of the horrified and shocked look that had taken over Draco's face as he'd flounced out of the room. Harry laughed quietly to himself.
'My, my, Harry, you are quite the mastermind here' Harry congratulated himself on confusing one Draco Malfoy to such a degree.
'And the next step is...' Harry thought for a moment. His plan was going well. Draco had given in each time. He knew if he kept it up too long though, Draco would become enraged, as he was prone to do, and kill him or something. Since Harry had no intention of dying an early death, apart from Voldemort, he figured he would have to start phase two of his plan.
Safe in the knowledge of a plan, Harry's body relaxed and he fell into a blissful sleep.
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Draco was furious after the second run-in with Harry. He stormed into his dorm and threatened that anyone to disturb him would die a very painful death. Blaise and Pansy shared a look and watched as Draco stalked across the common room and slammed the door to his private Head Boy room. Pansy gave Blaise a pointed look.
"Don't look at me like that, woman. I'm not going near that," Blaise said defensively. Pansy scowled at him.
"Afraid of Draco, are we?" She asked nastily. Blaise scoffed.
"No, I just happen to have a sense of self-preservation, unlike some people," Blaise said, looking directly at Pansy. Pansy sneered back at him but left it alone. She too knew when to leave things alone and now seemed like a good time.
Draco was thankful that Blaise had managed to keep Pansy away. He was in no mood for her blathering and fawning. God, he hated Potter! How could he have done that again! Draco had always prided himself on being a Slytherin with all the traits, including brilliant underhanded plans. 'When had Potter gone and become a Slytherin! Did he transfer and no one tell me?'
Draco stewed in his room for sometime, making a list of all the things he would like to do to Potter. After awhile, he tired of this activity and decided it would be best to sleep on it and start fresh in the morning. He changed into a pair of silk pajama pants and slipped in between his luxurious sheets.
It took him a long time to fall asleep that night, with thoughts of Potter dancing through his head, the way he licked his lips when he was aroused, how his green eyes clouded over when he was experiencing extreme pleasure. Draco mentally hit himself for even thinking those traitorous thoughts. He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head, willing himself to sleep.
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Over the next few days, Harry successfully ignored Draco. So much so that even Draco began to wonder what the hell was going on. They went to classes and everything appeared normal, on the outside anyway...
"Harry, how long are you going to wait?" Ron asked him, two days after his detention. Harry pretended to think for a second, before an evil smirk crept upon his face.
"Long enough," He said cryptically. Ron chuckled slightly but stopped suddenly when Hermione looked over. She gave them a calculating look before burying herself in a new text book. Ron let out the breath he'd been holding in.
"You know, she's going to figure it out eventually. Why don't we just tell her?" Ron whispered to Harry. They were sitting in the common room trying to finish their potions homework. Needless to say, it was not coming along very well.
"No," Harry intoned. "I don't want her to know, not yet." Ron gave him an uneasy look but dropped it all the same.
"So what's the plan?" Ron asked in a low voice. Harry sighed.
"I've already told you."
"I know, but I don't understand."
"You will." Ron shook his head in frustration at Harry's lack of decent information. Harry gave him an encouraging smile and turned back to his homework.
The next day, the Gryffindors trudged down the lawn to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the forest for Care of Magical Creatures. No one was very excited, seeing as how the weather was below freezing and the grounds were covered in pearly white snow. Many students cast warming charms over themselves as they stood closely together, bunched around Hagrid who alone seemed excited to be there.
The Slytherins arrived in their usual fashion. They exchanged haughty looks with the Gryffindors. Harry did not as much as glance at Draco. Draco watched him through narrowed eyes. No one ignored a Malfoy. This infuriated Draco to no end. He was determined to get back at Potter, but how was that possible if he was being ignored all the time?
"Gather 'round, everybody," Hagrid waved his giant hands, motioning for everyone to move closer. The class shuffled slowly forward. "I got sumpin' great ter show yer today." Harry exchanged a worried look with Ron. Hardly anything Hagrid had ever shown them had been what you would call "great".
Hagrid led them over to the lake and the class followed reluctantly. They had never had much luck with anything that dwelled in the lake. Hagrid grinned happily from behind his bushy black beard. He motioned for the class to form a circle around the lake. He held out a hand to stop them from going too close. Harry gave him a questioning look.
Suddenly, an odd looking hand emerged from the water and attempted to drag the students into the water. Several, including Pansy Parkinson, shrieked and jumped backward. Pansy clung to Draco and he pushed her off, looking disgusted. Harry snuck a look at him and couldn't help smiling at the look of disgust on his face.
"Alrigh'. Who can tell me what tha' was?" Hagrid looked imploringly around the less than happy students. To no one's surprise, Hermione's hand shot into the air as if it were on springs. "Hermione?" Hagrid prompted.
"That was an Ahuizotl," Hermione recited promptly. "They usually live in South America. They have a hand on their tales which they use to snatch unsuspecting people from around the waters edge."
"Very good, 'Ermione," Hagrid beamed at her and Hermione's face shone. Ron was staring dumbfounded at his girlfriend.
"How does she know all this?" He hissed to Harry. Harry shrugged. He was more concerned with keeping himself away from the rippling edge of the lake. The last thing he wanted was to be drug into the freezing cold lake by some creature whose name he couldn't even pronounce.
Hagrid instructed them to split up and look up the Ahuizotl in their textbooks and write a foot long essay on its magical qualities. Harry, Ron, and Hermione flopped down a good way from the waters edge and pulled out their books.
"So, what does the Ahuztly-thingy do?" Ron asked with a sarcastic smile. Hermione narrowed her eyes at his lack of attention and flamboyant attitude.
"It's Ahuizotl," She corrected him scathingly and he shrugged. She rolled her eyes and pulled out parchment and a quill and began to copy down the book. Harry slowly pulled out his things; his eyes were focused about 20 feet further down the lake where Draco, Blaise, and Pansy had settled themselves. Harry watched carefully, so as not to let Draco know that he was in fact very much paying attention to him. He had perfected this skill over the summer.
He kept an eye on Draco throughout the entire class. He also was able to multi-task, mostly due in part to Hermione who had rolled her eyes at him when they only had 10 minutes left and he'd only finished half his essay. She snatched it from him and completed it in five minutes flat. Harry thanked her and she just scoffed and muttered something about secrets and detention.
After the lesson, they trudged through the three-foot deep snow up to the castle. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were a little ways behind Draco, so Harry was able to admire his very form-fitted pants from behind. Ron caught him looking and nudged him in the ribs. Harry realized he was staring and immediately ceased. Luckily, no one had noticed and everyone was just as oblivious as ever.
The class finally made it to the entrance hall where they were forced to perform drying charms on their clothes, lest Filch find them and wring their necks for tracking water into the castle. After everyone had finished, they made their way to the Great Hall for lunch. Harry walked right on past the Slytherin table without so much as acknowledging their presence. Harry could feel Draco's piercing silver eyes following his movements.
Ron glanced over as they passed and tried and failed to keep the smile off his face. He sped up and whispered in Harry's ear. Draco's eyes narrowed as Ron moved closer to Harry.
"He's watching you," Ron whispered. Harry allowed himself a smirk.
"Good," He replied. Ron laughed slightly and followed Harry to the Gryffindor table where they enjoyed a nice relaxing meal.
After lunch, Harry and Ron had a free period while Hermione went off to Arithmancy. Instead of doing their homework, they lounged in the common room, playing exploding snap and wizard's chess. Harry lost several times to Ron. Even after 7 years, Harry had yet to master the art of wizard's chess.
"It's not that hard, Harry," Ron told him after his 5th lost game. Harry just humphed and sat back in the armchair with his arms crossed.
"For you, maybe," He said pointedly. Ron shrugged and set about cleaning up the pieces. Harry lay back in the fluffy chair and closed his eyes, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. He drifted off into a peaceful doze and was awoken rather rudely half an hour later by Ron, who insisted they go to class.
Harry spent the rest of the day vaguely paying attention in his classes, all the while being berated by Hermione for not paying attention. Unfortunately, he had no more classes with the Slytherins that day. Harry didn't eat much at dinner that night. He opted instead to retreat to the dormitories with the excuse of homework.
Hermione gave him a satisfied smile while Ron gave him a knowing glance. Harry simply smiled at the pair of them and retreated back to Gryffindor tower. Once he reached the tower, he actually did pull out some of his homework and began to work on it. After a while, Ron and Hermione returned and they spent the rest of the night relaxing in the common room, or trying to. Hermione insisted that they at least do some of their homework.
She picked the Potions essay to start. After an hour of trudging through the endless books on magical plants and their qualities in potions, Harry and Ron were thoroughly exhausted. They both retired to bed earlier than normal. Ron fell immediately asleep while Harry lay restlessly in bed staring at the ceiling. He lay there for a long time, trying and failing to sleep. Eventually he couldn't take it any more, and his stomach had begun to grumble, signifying that perhaps he ought to have eaten more at dinner.
He rose from his bed quietly and pulled on his invisibility cloak. Since it was after hours and he didn't really feel like being caught, he thought it best. He crept quietly down the stairs and into the hall. He made his way down several flights of stairs until he reached the corridor that led to the kitchen. He located the painting of the bowl of fruit and tickled the pear. The portrait swung open to reveal the gleaming inside of the kitchens.
Immediately, Harry was surrounded by about 20 house elves. Dobby was at the front, eager to see Harry again.
"Hello, Harry Potter, sir," He squeaked excitedly. Harry grinned at him and the surrounding elves.
"Hi, Dobby," Harry replied.
"Is there something we can gets you, sir?" Dobby asked eagerly.
"Not really, I'm just looking for a snack," Harry told him. Dobby's ears wiggled in excitement and he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him over to a giant cupboard. Dobby, with the help of three other elves, pulled open the doors of the pantry. Harry's mouth dropped open in shock at the sight that greeted him.
There were hundreds of shelves filled with all sorts of food imaginable, even some that looked like they were of muggle decent, such as boxes of Cheez-its.
"Wow, Dobby," Harry breathed. The elf beamed at him.
"Would Harry Potter like anything else, sir?" An elf's voice brought Harry out of his shock and awe.
"Umm, no thanks. You can just go, I'll find something," Harry told the elves. They all bowed low and their noses touched the floor and they backed out of sight. Harry turned back to the huge expanse of food and tried to make a decision. Harry was so engrossed in the amount of food and choices, he barely registered the sound of a door opening and closing. It wasn't until he heard footsteps behind him that he noticed he wasn't alone. He turned around and...
"Potter!" Draco Malfoy stood glaring at him, hands on his hips. Harry started at the volume of the voice. Draco sneered at him.
He'd just been out looking for a midnight snack because, thanks to Harry here, he'd lost most of his appetite. Having to watch him with his perfect hair, and gorgeous body, imagining those talented fingers running down his body and- wait, that wasn't the point. He'd just wanted something to eat, and here Potter was, ruining his night, again!
"What the hell are you doing here, Potter?" Draco spat viciously. Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"What does it look like; I was just getting something to eat." Draco narrowed his eyes as though Harry had planned this.
"Whatever, Potter. Just don't bother me anymore," Draco drawled maliciously. Harry shrugged but a mischievous gleam shown for half a second in his emerald green eyes. Draco wasn't looking and, therefore, didn't see it.
Draco stood scanning the shelves, looking for something to quell his hunger. Harry stood; also examining the shelves piled high with food. Draco snuck a glance sideways and couldn't help admiring Harry's incredible physique. Harry caught him looking and raised an eyebrow. Draco immediately scowled and returned his attention to the shelves.
Harry laughed to himself but didn't say anything. He continued his perusal of the many shelves. Harry reached up for a jar and had to stand on his tip toes to reach. Draco found himself staring the slight amount of exposed flesh of Harry's stomach. Harry retrieved the jar and stood back on his feet and the skin disappeared. Draco shook himself mentally and scowled.
'Potter should NOT do this' He thought adamantly. 'This is all his fault anyway. I don't want him, but, wow, he looks good. No! Bad Draco! Great, now I sound like our old house elf...'
Harry was examining the jar and pretended not to notice Draco's slow approach to his side. Draco had unconsciously moved closer to him. Harry finally looked up from the jar.
"What, Malfoy, couldn't get enough? Had to come back for more, eh?" Harry said with a hint of amusement in his voice. Draco turned his head towards Harry, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"In your dreams, Potter. You're the one who wants it," Draco sneered. Harry stifled a laugh. He walked over to the magical fridge and pulled out a bowl of glistening strawberries. He carefully picked out a particularly red one.
"We've been through this already, remember?" Harry reminded Draco in an innocent tone. Harry ran his tongue around the dripping strawberry and nibbled off the tip. He could hear Draco's breathing become harsher as he growled, not used to being unwanted.
"You will admit it before the end," Draco growled. Harry wrinkled his nose in confusion, and Draco had to force some thoughts out of his head at the sight. Draco's eyes were drawn to the plump berry, now being slowly consumed in a rather suggestive manner.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. Draco let out a frustrated sound and put his head in his hands, rubbing his face in annoyance.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" He exclaimed, eyes still on the berry and Harry's full lips.
"I really don't," Harry said with conviction.
"Damn you, Potter!" Draco yelled.
"What!" Harry asked.
"Oh, I hate you!" Draco exclaimed. The berry was now completely gone, and Harry was on the verge of selecting another. He looked up, distracted, when Draco said these words.
"The feeling's mutual," Harry drawled venomously. Draco rolled his eyes.
"If you just admit it, it'd be easier," Draco sneered.
"Admit what?"
"Fine, if you won't admit it, I'll force you to." Draco strode forward and Harry's eyes widened and he backed up into the wall, forgetting the berries. Draco placed both of his hands on either side of Harry. Harry's eyed his arms nervously.
"What?" He asked, in a panicked voice. Draco just smirked at him and leaned in. He brushed his lips against Harry's and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Harry parted his lips slightly, allowing Draco's warm tongue to invade his mouth. The kiss became fevered and rushed. Harry tasted like strawberries and chocolate. 'Odd,' Draco thought. 'He hasn't eaten chocolate.' They parted for a second, each panting hard. Draco gave a yank, and Harry's knees gave out, and he fell to the floor.
Draco crawled on top of him and ripped off his shirt. Harry squeaked a little as the fabric tore and his muscular chest was exposed. Draco raised his wand and summoned a jar from the pantry. Harry raised an eyebrow. Draco just smirked and unscrewed the jar. He turned over the jar, and Harry gasped as smooth, shiny honey drizzled onto his chest. Draco continued smirking and his eyes were glittering.
Harry felt himself getting harder as the honey was drizzled over his body. Draco turned the jar right side up again and shifted himself on Harry's chest. Harry groaned at the delicious friction Draco was creating. Draco descended on Harry and started to lick up the honey. Harry shifted restlessly as Draco's tongue swirled around his sensitive nipples. Draco took the erect nipple between his teeth and pulled gently. Harry let out a loud groan.
Draco's tongue continued its assault on Harry's torso. Harry arched his body when Draco's tongue moved over his belly button. By now he was panting hard, so very close just by Draco's simple actions. Draco's hands moved down from Harry's waist and fiddled with the buttons on his jeans. He got them undone and tugged them forcefully down. Harry whimpered in anticipation.
By now Draco had cleaned up most of the honey and was moving farther south on Harry's body. Harry's breathing became harsh and he grasped Draco's blond hair desperately. Draco smirked and blew lightly across Harry's painful erection. Harry gasped and closed his eyes. Draco's tongue flicked across the head of his erection and Harry whimpered.
"Like that, Potter?" Draco whispered huskily. Harry whimpered again quietly, but he refused to give in completely. Draco seemed to take that as concession and dipped down to take Harry in his mouth.
"Oh, g-g-god," Harry panted. Harry cried out when Draco's teeth brushed his cock. His tongue worked skillfully and Harry thought he might die from the pleasure.
"Please," Harry pleaded, nearing completion. Draco flicked his tongue over Harry's rock hard cock, and Harry gave a shuddered gasp. Draco pulled away seconds before Harry's came and white stars obscured his vision. Draco kissed his way up Harry's stomach to finally reach his mouth. He kissed Harry roughly, nipping his lower lip forcefully.
Harry returned the kiss with full fervor. Draco pulled away eventually and flipped Harry over. He kissed the back of his neck softly before grabbing his wand and setting a few spells. He pushed quickly inside Harry. Harry gasped at the intrusion and Draco pushed in harder and more forcefully. He pounded furiously into Harry. Harry panted heavily and Draco's breathing became harsh and erratic.
Harry groaned at the amazing feeling of Draco inside him. The sound almost drove Draco over the edge. He thrust harder, hitting Harry's sweet spot and causing him to cry out in ecstasy.
"Ohhhh, Draco!" He moaned. Draco upped the pace even more and came within seconds. He collapsed on top of Harry and slowly pulled out. They lay together for a second before Harry picked himself off the floor. He walked casually over the cupboard and pulled out a ruby red apple. Draco also got up and watched Harry through narrowed eyes.
"What are you doing, Potter?" He asked shrewdly. Harry smirked at him and took a bite of the juicy, plump, red apple.
"Don't bite off more than you can chew, Malfoy," Harry warned in a teasing tone and turned and exited from the kitchen. He looked back over his shoulder to see Malfoy with a positively murderous look on his face.
'Maybe I'll start phase two...tomorrow,' Harry thought with an evil grin.