I think i forgot the disclaimer somewhere along the way, so here it is: i don't own them, not at all. Wish i did, but don't :(

An hour later, Harry packed up his things and retreated to the dormitories. Upon entering, he saw that Hermione was no longer present in the common room. Ron was still there though. He was slumped down in an armchair and appeared to be sleeping.

Harry walked over and sat down in the adjacent chair. He sat for a few moments, staring intently at Ron, wondering how long it would take for him to notice and wake up. After five minutes, Harry gave up and prodded Ron in the stomach instead. He awoke with a jerk and a squeak.

"Harry, why did you do that?" He asked crossly, rubbing the spot where Harry had poked him. Harry just smiled at him innocently and Ron scowled.

"Did you finish the essay?" Harry asked and Ron's scowled darkened. "I take that as a no," Harry guessed. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Hermione got mad at me. Something about 'You shouldn't keep secrets from your girlfriend!'" Ron put on a high pitched voice in imitation of Hermione. Harry chuckled slightly but Ron turned on him.

"This is your fault, you know. If we could just tell her, none of this would happen." Harry sighed laboriously.

"Ron, we can't tell her."

"But why not?" Ron whined.

"It's not in the plan." Harry was getting tired of explaining himself.

"I thought it was," Ron said, confused. Harry sighed again.

"Technically, but we can't tell her." Ron looked even more confused with this statement, but allowed it to drop off.

"So, you never told me what the next step was," Ron asked Harry. Harry's morose mood was gone in a matter of seconds.

"Well, if I say so myself, it went rather well.

"What went well?" Ron asked, becoming frustrated. Harry snickered quietly at the thought of his plan.

"Pansy knows," he said cryptically. Ron's eyes widened as he stared at Harry in shock.

"What?" He exclaimed. "How? Did you tell her? Oh my god, what's gonna happen?"

"Oh, I didn't tell her. I didn't tell a soul," Harry said even more cryptically than before. Ron eyed him nervously.

"You okay, mate?" Harry grinned maniacally at him.

"I am great."

"Okay...But how does Pansy know? Do you know what she's going to do, Harry?" Ron looked imploringly at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Of course I know what she was going to do. It wouldn't be part of the plan if I didn't." Harry smiled sarcastically at Ron and Ron raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Okay, mate. As long as you know what you're doing." Harry nodded happily then turned and retreated to his room for a good nights sleep.

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Pansy paced around her room, breathing heavily. After witnessing that horrid event, she was enraged. How could Draco choose that filthy little half-blood over her, the perfect, (not so) pure, pureblood? What did he see in him? He was short, well not that short, and his messy hair, that was talked about as if it was his best feature, scrawny, although he had filled in quite a bit over the summer. He was a Gryffindor! That was unforgivable.

Pansy fumed in silence, pausing every now and then to break a small glass object. Soon many shards of glass lay scattered around herself. She grabbed her wand and waved it violently, causing the shards to levitate rapidly off the floor and form themselves into a crystal goblet which she promptly smashed against the door.

Potter fucking around with Draco Malfoy was simply NOT allowed. He was her beloved, only hers, no one else's. Pansy growled audibly and smashed another glass object.

Fine, if Potter wanted Draco, he'd have to put up a fight because Pansy was not one to back down. She sat down on her bed and proceeded to think over the situation. What would ruin this? What would be the best possible way to tear them apart? She was distracted by her ponderings by the slamming of a door.

She hurried to her own door and pushed it open just slightly. She peered out her door and was confronted with the sight of a scowling Draco stalking past to his own room. She saw him pass and heard the tell-tale sounds of his door being shut.

Pansy pulled her head back in her room and shut the door quietly. Draco hadn't looked happy. Perhaps there was something else to this Potter thing. Maybe he was under a curse. 'Please let be a curse.'Pansy pleaded silently.

Deep down, though, she knew it was no curse. 'Well, if it's not a curse, I must find a way to break them.' What would Draco fear the most? Exposure? Perhaps, or maybe something a little more...sneaky. Everyone always appreciates a devious plan.

Pansy sank back down onto her bed as these thoughts ran through her head. She was not positive on her course of action yet, but she knew she had to act fast.

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Draco lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had yet to comprehend what had happened in the library. He was not supposed to have done that. Potter was not supposed to affect him like that! This was all very wrong. He was angry with himself for not being able to get Potter out of his head.

'Damn Potter! Can't stay out of my thoughts! Why does he affect me like this?' Draco sighed angrily. He was furious at his obvious lack of will power. From now on, he vowed to keep away from Potter at all costs. That was the only way to fix this.

Draco rolled over onto his stomach and stared out the window where the moon was just visible above the dark mountains surrounding Hogwarts. He sighed as he watched the blue glow fill the room. He layed down his head and immediately fell into an uneasy sleep, complete with the ever re-occurring dream starring Harry Potter.

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The next morning Harry, Ron, and Hermione went down to breakfast. They took their usual seats at the Gryffndor table. Harry glanced around quickly in search of Draco, but he was not present.

'Odd,' Thought Harry. He pushed the thought out of his mind and pulled a plate of sausages toward himself. After a few minutes he began to feel a slight prickling on the back of his neck. He lifted his head slightly and turned to see Pansy glaring at him. He quirked a confused eyebrow in her direction and she immediately ceased. Harry turned back to his food, trying to hide the small smirk that had found its way onto his face.

The doors to the Great Hall swung open and in came Draco. He looked haughty as ever. He gracefully took his seat at the Slytherin table, careful not to look at the Gryffindor table. Harry's eyes followed his movements and he knew Pansy was doing the same.

Draco carefully ate his meal, reminding himself every few minutes that he should NOT be looking at the Gryffindors. It was becoming very difficult. After the third time his eyes strayted across the room and come to rest on the messy black hair of one Harry Potter, Draco shook his head in defeat and rose from the table. Pansy watched him through narrowed eyes then turned her glare back to Harry.

Harry wasn't paying attention though. He appeared to be extremely interested in what Hermione was saying.

"...And the House Elfs are being forced to cook and clean for the wizards! It's barbaric, I tell you. Harry, we really need to get back into S.P.E.W. Are you paying attention?" Hermione waved a hand in front of his face. He immediately jerked backwards in shock. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine," Harry assured her. Hermione gave him a claculating glance before letting it drop. Harry rolled his eyes behind her back and smiled slightly. Ron grinned at him and tried to supress his laughter. Hermione turned to Ron and he promptly stopped then proceeded to look extremely guilty. Hermione eyed him carefully but didn't say anything. When she looked away, Ron sighed audibly.

Hermione looked between the pair of them, then grabbed her books and left for class. Ron turned to Harry also.

"That was close," He said. Harry shrugged. "Don't you care?" Ron asked incredulously. Harry shrugged again but this time he was also smirking slightly.

"I care," He said simply. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Sure you do. Come on, we better follow her." Harry nodded in agreement and got up to follow Ron. They found Hermione heading towards the Potions dungeon. They caught up to her and walked in silence the rest of the way. At the door to the dungeons, they came upon Draco and Blaise. They were talking quietly together and broke apart upon seeing The Golden Trio.

"Potter," Draco drawled disdainfully.

"Malfoy," Harry said, semi-politely. Draco just sneered at him and turned back to Blaise. Just then, Snape threw open the doors and glared at them all imperiously as they filed into the room. Draco and Blaise took a seat near the back and Harry, Ron, and Hermione took a place close by.

They waited quietly as the rest of the class filed in. When everyone had assembled, Snape shut the door with a snap, throwing them into a state of semi-darkness. Only the torches on the wall gave any light throughout the room. The class all watched as Snape took his place at the front of the class. He sneered at them all in a condescending manner.

"You will be working in pairs again today. I will assign them," He told the class. Harry exchanged a hopeless glance with Ron. "Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger..." Snape continued naming pairs while Ron and Harry stared at him incredulously. When he was finished, Snape turned back to the class, and upon seeing them motionless in their seats, barked "What are you waiting for? Get to work, now!"

Everyone scrambled off their seats and joined their afformentioned partners. Ron eyed Pansy nervously. She just sneered at him and continued to glare at the back of Harry's head. Harry sat down next to Blaise and gave him a small smile. Blaise smirked in a predatorial sort of way. Hermione sat down gingerly next to Draco. Draco eyed her in disgust. What the hell had gotten into Snape's head today?

Each pair began working on the potion. Hermione and Draco did not speak to each other but managed to procure a very nice potion within minutes. Harry and Blaise were having no such luck.

"What are we supposed to put in this?" Harry asked, re-reading the instructions on the board.

"Uh...lacewings?" Blaise guessed. Harry gave him a withering look and Blaise just shrugged good-naturedly. Harry laughed slightly and behind him, Draco's eyes narrowed as he watched the two interact.

A few tables over, Pansy fumed silently. Ron gave her a questioning look and she glared at him. Pansy stopped after a minute or two though and looked thoughtfully at the simmering cauldron. Ron busied himself by adding more ingredients.

"Ron?" Pansy asked suddenly. Ron was taken aback, mostly because she was talking to him, but also because she had used his first name.

"Yes?" He responded carefully.

"How well do you know, Pot-Harry?" She corrected herself. Ron hesitated, sensing a trap.

"Pretty well, why?"

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yeah..." Ron responded, unsure of what she was getting at.

"So you know everything about him?" She asked pressingly.

"I would say so," Ron said slowly. Pansy was quiet for a moment and Ron watched her cautiously. "Why? Is there something I should know?" Ron asked her.

"So you don't know everything?" Pansy pressed.

"Well, I...there are probably things I don't know..." Ron trailed off. Pansy nodded.

"But you're best friends," she pushed, "Shouldn't you know everything?" Ron gave her a confused look.

"Well, there are things I just don't want to know about, if get my drift," Ron told her.

"No, I don't," she said innocently.

"What Harry does behind closed doors is his own business," Ron said with a significant look.

"Really?" Pansy asked interestedly. "So, he's not seeing anyone right now?"

"No," Ron answered quickly, wondering where exactly she was going with this.

"He's not?" She clarified. Ron shook his head and returned his focus to the potion. Pansy sank back onto her stool in deep thought. Ron allowed her to do this and was very thankful when the bell sounded, signaling the end of the lesson.

Ron hurried out the door and up the stairs. He was joined shortly by Harry who gave him a confused look.

"Why'd you run out of there so fast?" He asked him. Ron shuddered.

"I think you better be careful, mate. We don't know what Pansy is capable of." Harry nodded.

"Yeah, I'll keep an eye out," Harry assured Ron. Ron nodded and proceeded to the Gryffindor common room. Harry followed at a short distance, marveling at how well his plan was working. On his way up he passed Draco talking to Blaise. Draco glared at him as he passed but Harry paid no notice. After he'd gone by, Draco turned back to Blaise.

"What were you two laughing about in class?" Draco asked in a dangerous voice. Blaise gave him a withering glance.

"Nothing, Draco, we were just doing our work." Draco scowled.

"Looked like a little more than that," he muttered under his breath, but Blaise caught it all the same.

"Sounds like somebody's jealous." Draco's eyes widened in shock and horror at the statement.

"I am NOT jealous of Potter!" Draco exclaimed. Blaise shrugged very unconvincingly. "I could kill you for that, Blaise," Draco threatened.

"But you won't!" Blaise said happily. Draco scowled at him.

"No, I won't, but if you say that again, I may be inclined to." Blaise smiled at him and together they went back to their own common room. Draco spent the rest of day trying desperately to ignore Harry's presence. Luckily for him Slytherin was not paired with the Gryffindors for anymore classes that day.

Draco went through the rest of his classes slowly. They seemed to take longer than usual. He also noticed Pansy watching him more than was normal. He gave her a questioning look whenever he would catch her at it.

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That night, the Gryffindors had a Quidditch practice. Harry thought it went rather well. Demelza, the chaser, was having a few problems since breaking her arm, but other than that everything went smoothly. Unfortunately Ron was still having confidence problems. It also happened to be raining that night, impairing their vision, and soaking them to the bone. Not to mention the mud that splattered up everytime the quaffle was dropped.

All in all it was a very messy practice. By the time they were done, each was sufficiently covered in water and mud.

"That's good, guys. I think we're done for tonight," Harry called to his team from his place on his Firebolt. Harry could almost hear their sighs of relief. The team reconvened on the pitch.

"Thank god we're done," Ginny said, wringing out her hair. The rest of the team turned and walked up to the castle to get cleaned up, leaving Ron and Harry alone on the pitch. Ron turned to Harry.

"I'm gonna stay out for a bit more, just to practice," Ron told Harry. Harry nodded.

"That's a good idea. Just one question Ron," Harry asked.

"What?" Ron asked, shaking water from his head. Harry shielded his face from the cascading water droplets.

"How good of an actor are you?" Ron stopped shaking his head.

"What?"

"How is your acting?" Harry repeated. Ron gave him a confused look.

"It's okay, I guess, why?" Harry shook his head in response and took off toward the castle. Ron shrugged and took flight on his broom once more.

Harry walked slowly back to the Castle. Instead of going to the common room, he made for the prefects bathroom. Since he was Quidditch captain, it gave him priviledges of the prefects bathroom. He dragged himself up to the bathroom, gave the password (lemon fresh), and entered.

There was no one there, so Harry went around the large bathtub and tested a few of the taps, one of his favorite activities. Once he had the tub filled to the brim with hot bubbly water, he slipped off his clothes and slid into the warm water, the blue bubbles obscuring most of his private areas.

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the peace and quiet of the room. He rest his head on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He lay there for awhile, soaking in the atmosphere. He only opened his eyes when he heard a noise in the distance. He reluctantly pulled his eyes open and was faced with a very angry Draco Malfoy.

"Potter!" He exclaimed. Would he never get away from him?

"Oh, Malfoy," Harry said in dusgust. "Are you always following me like this? It is some perversion you have?" Harry drawled, drawing a hand across the top of the bubbles, moving them around the surface, exposing certain part of the body underneath.

Draco's gaze was drawn to the lazy hand. It was several seconds before he realized Harry had spoken. He shook himself out of his reverie and scowled. Harry smirked to himself.

"What? I'm not stalking you, Potter," Draco drawled maliciously. Harry laughed derisively and Draco's scowl darkened.

"What do you call this, then?" Harry asked innocently.

"A nightmare," Draco muttered to himself.

"Doesn't look like a nightmare," Harry said slyly, indicating Draco's half-hard cock. "Care to join me?" Harry offered. Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"I don't think so, Potter," Draco drawled. Draco was standing close to the edge already. Harry swam over to where he was standing, hands on his hips, glaring down at Harry.

"I do," said Harry simply and tugged at Draco's leg, causing it to give out and him to fall into the tub. He burst through the surface, spluttering.

"What the fuck was that?" He exclaimed adamantly. "Now I'm all wet, Potter!"

"We'll just have to fix that, won't we?" Harry said mischievously. Draco stared at Harry in astonishment as he moved closer. Draco moved backwards, but found himself up against the wall of the tub with Harry pressed firmly against him.

He groaned as he felt Harry's very hard erection pressing into his thigh. He gasped when he felt a pair of hot moist lips on his neck. He whimpered slightly as Harry's mouth and tongue left a trail of hot kisses down his neck.

He felt Harry's hands struggling to remove his wet teeshirt. He pushed Harry away and quickly stripped off the shirt, throwing it on the floor. He looked at Harry for a second before crashing their lips together. Harry moaned loudly as Draco's tongue plundered his mouth, his own tongue meeting Draco's.

Harry moaned louder when Draco's hand found their way to his sides under the hot water. Draco enjoyed the way his hands slid over Harry's skin underwater. Draco pulled Harry closer, grinding their erections together.

The kiss was ongoing and Draco sucked carefully on Harry's lower lip. He nipped it slightly before letting it go. Harry groaned quietly and deepened the kiss further. He slid his hands underwater to undo Draco's now soaking pants. Draco took advantage of his lapse in concentration to reverse their positions. Harry didn't seem to mind

He finally managed to get Draco's pants down. Draco kicked them off underwater and they sank to the bottom of the tub. Draco's hands were in Harry's dark, messy, wet hair. Draco loved the feel of it against his hands.

Harry groaned loudly into the kiss and Draco pushed himself closer. He felt Harry's hands pushing down his boxers underwater. Draco smirked slightly. He licked his lips slightly, enjoying the way Harry's eyes followed it's progress.

Once his boxers were off, Draco kissed his way down Harry's neck, leaving tiny bite marks. He used the water as a lubricant and slid a finger inside Harry. Harry stilled at the first intrusion, then relaxed into it. Draco paused to watch Harry panting with his eyes closed. He shook himself out of it though, and slid in a second finger. Harry was panting laboriously by now.

"Please, Draco," Harry whimpered. Draco smirked at his control and removed his fingers, only to replace them with his erect cock. Harry gasped when Draco pushed into him. The feeling of Harry surrounding his cock, along with the warm water was almost too much.

"Come on, Draco," Harry panted. Draco began to move slowly at first, but then increased the speed of his thrusts. Harry cried out when Draco hit his protstate.

"Harry!" Came a voice from somewhere to his left. Harry opened his eyes and saw Ron standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He was covered in some sort of purple goo. Harry, still panting, cocked his head to the side.

"I can't believe you! And with him!" Ron cried out. Draco rolled his eyes at Ron, who scowled darkly.

"That is disgusting, Harry! I cannot believe you would do that!" Then Ron turned and stormed from the room. Harry watched him go with a worried look on his face. He tried to dislodge himself from Draco's grasp, but Draco held him firmly.

"Let go, Malfoy. I have to go do damage control." Draco growled audibly.

"No fucking way, Potter. You leave me unfulfilled in EVERY dream. No way you are doing that in reality," Draco growled.

"Wha--?" Harry started to say, but his sentence was cut off as Draco thrust violently into him. Harry cried out in pleasure as Draco pounded into him. He came forcefully minutes later. Draco wasn't far behind.

Draco then lifted himself out of the pool and grabbed a towel. He turned to Harry just before leaving.

"You better make sure the Weasel keeps his mouth shut," he threatened dangerously. Harry swallowed and nodded. Draco eyed him momentarily before leaving.

Outside the bathroom, Draco walked off down the hall, looking as mad as ever. Pansy, cleverly concealed behind the statue, watched him go and congratulated herself on a scheme well done. The Weasel had looked mad enough to kill when he'd left minutes earlier. She was sure the Golden Boy wouldn't want his best friend mad at him, and he would just have to be mad for that. Pansy smirked to herself, 'Oh, yes. A scheme well done.'

Back inside the bathroom, Harry lay back in the warm water, staring at the ceiling, smirking to himself.

"Bravo, Ron."

A/N: Yay! an update! I'm so proud of myself, lol. let me know what you thought if you'd be ever so kind!