"I can't believe I had to see that, Harry!" Ron exclaimed upon Harry's re-entrance into the common room that night. Hermione was not present. She'd gone to the library for some research.
"Sorry, Ron," Harry apologized. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Now I really am going to have nightmares."
"Oh, Ron. We were in the tub. You couldn't have seen that much," Harry said placatingly. Ron scowled.
"I saw enough to leave an impression if that's what you mean." Harry started laughing at Ron. Ron scowled at him momentarily before joining in. When Harry had calmed down enough, he turned to Ron.
"So, what exactly is that?" Harry asked, indicating the purple goo that was now caked on Ron's skin. Ron looked down at himself and scowled.
"I was coming back from practicing and I turned the corner and i someone /i dumped a load of purple stuff on me." Ron rolled his eyes as he finished his story.
"Gee, I wonder who it could have been," Harry said, pretending to think.
"You know damn well who it was, Harry. Why does Pansy have to know again?"
"Oh, Ron," Harry sighed, shaking his head.
"What?" Ron asked, confused. Harry just rolled his eyes in response.
"Nevermind, I'm going to bed. You might want to get cleaned up." Harry then stood up and made his way toward the dormitories, but not before he heard Ron mutter,
"What did you think I was trying to do?" Harry smiled slightly and ignored the comment. Once he reached the dormitories, he pulled on red pajama pants and slid into bed. He tugged the hangings shut around his bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling, thinking.
His plan was going brilliantly. The progress it was making was going in the exact direction he wanted. Even Ron didn't know the full extent of the plan and where it would hopefully end. Harry sighed and turned over onto his side. He pulled the covers tighter around himself to block out the cold air.
So far, Draco had fallen for every trap he had set, and even some that had come along accidentally. Harry closed his eyes and immediately Draco's image swum before his face. Harry sighed wistfully and smiled to himself. He wished he could speed up the plans and just make Draco be what he wanted. But he knew Draco was stubborn and the only way to get him was to trick him.
It had been going quite well. Harry just hoped that when Draco found out what it had all been for he wouldn't be upset. Hopefully by then Draco would be so far in he'd go along.
Harry groaned at the thought that his plan may not be successful. He turned over again, buried his face in his pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
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The next morning, Harry awoke late since it was Saturday. He rolled out of bed and made his way to look out the window. The rain from the previous night had frozen and a layer of ice covered the entire grounds. It was now snowing lightly. Harry watched the tiny flakes float past the window and smiled slightly.
Harry turned when he heard a noise behind him. Seamus had woken up and was stretching and yawning. He rubbed his eyes and got up from his bed and padded over to where Harry stood, gazing out the window. Seamus rested his elbows on the window cill and watched the snow also.
"So, Harry," Seamus started and Harry looked at him. "How have you been lately?"
"I've been pretty good, Seamus, you?"
"Not too shabby. I'm working on a project," Seamus said with a suggestive raise of the eyebrows. Harry chuckled quietly, knowing exactly what Seamus was referring to.
"I'm working on one myself," Harry told him.
"Oh, really?" Seamus inquired interestedly. Harry nodded in answer. "Well, let me know if you need any help."
"I think I've got it covered, but thanks anyway." Seamus smiled at Harry and then left to take a shower.
Harry stayed at the window for a while longer. Finally, he became cold and retreated back to get dressed. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then went down to the common room. There he found Hermione, curled up in an armchair, reading a new book. She looked up when he entered and smiled at him in greeting.
Harry sat down by the roaring fire, glad for the calmness the day had taken on. Eventually, Ron came down also. They spent most of the day lounging around in the common room, doing nothing. Ron challenged Harry to a game of exploding snap which kept them busy for several hours.
Finally, Hermione insisted that they actually leave the common room for dinner. Harry groaned loudly and recieved a stern look. He didn't want to leave the comfort of the tower. Hermione shook her head disparagingly at him and pulled on his arm.
He reluctantly pulled himself up. He dragged himself unwillingly to the portrait whole and allowed Hermione to pull him through the door. He livened up as they neared the Great Hall though. Dinner was an enjoyable affair. Draco glared at Harry through most of it. Harry found that Pansy was eyeing him carefully also.
Harry cast a dark, worried glance at Ron, who cocked his head to the side in question. Harry silently motioned toward Pansy. Ron's eyes widened in acknowledgment and automatically scowled at Harry and moved further down the table.
Pansy seemed to be satisfied at their show of unfriendliness.She smiled a self-satisfied kind of smile and turned back to Draco.
"Draco, dear, how are you doing?" She simpered. Draco eyed her in disgust. Blaise watched from next to Draco, mildly interested.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Draco sneered. Pansy looked taken aback. She would have thought being exposed by the Weasel would have had more of an affect.
"Nothing, sweetie. You just seem different lately." Draco's mouth fell open at these words, before he snapped it closed and glared his patented Malfoy Death Glare™.
"Different? What do you mean, 'different'?" Draco asked in a dangerously low and cold voice. Pansy seemed to have realized her mistake immediately. Blaise simply watched in amusement as her face went paler than the whitest rose.
"Nothing, Draco. I didn't mean anything," she said quickly, hoping to appease him. He glared at her for several more seconds before pushing away his plate and storming from the Hall. Pansy's eyes followed him as he slammed the doors to the Great Hall. She turned to see great amusement on one Blaise Zabini's face.
"What, Zabini?" She snapped.
"Don't take your anger out on me. I'm not the one whose plan failed." Pansy's eyes widened in shock. Blaise simply smirked at her, not saying another word.
"What? How did you know?" Blaise laughed slightly.
"Let's just say you're not the only one with plans." Pansy raised an eyebrow in question.
"Plans?" She inquired. Blaise nodded.
"Yes, plans. They don't have anything to do with Potter, so don't worry. I was merely pointing out the fact that I am much more adept at scheming than you are."
"What do you mean? My plan worked. The Weasel is mad at Potter now. Potter wouldn't want his friend mad at him, would he?" Pansy asked viciously. Blaise just shrugged.
"Hm, maybe. But then again, we don't know Potter, do we? Seems to me that he's a lot smarter than we give him credit for." Pansy scoffed in disgust.
"Potter, smart?" She asked skeptically. "He wouldn't know what a book was if I threw one at his head." Blaise just rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief at her blatant refusal to accept that there might be a chance Draco didn't want her.
Everyone knew already, so he didn't see why it was such a shock to her. Draco was openly gay. Blaise didn't know what Pansy was holding onto. She should just give up already and find some evil person like herself to settle down with.
Blaise decided it was time to end the conversation, so he turned his attention instead to the Gryffindor table. Pansy glared at him momentarily before turning to talk to Millicent about the new robes in fashion that year.
Blaise's eye traveled over the Gryffindors and came to settle on the messy dark tresses of Harry Potter, but not before his eyes lingered slightly on the sandy-blond hair of Seamus Finnigan. Blaise studied Harry carefully. He noted the way he didn't seem to be upset at all with Ron. In fact, nothing seemed wrong at all.
Blaise watched them for awhile longer, but soon dinner was over and he was forced to stop and return to his dormitory. He walked out slowly, hoping to overhear some of Harry's conversation with Ron, that Harry was, unwisely, having in public.
"...got to work on your acting. We can't have Pansy suspecting. Just act like you hate me. You did it well enough in fourth year." Blaise watched as Ron colored slightly, then leaned in closer to Harry.
"Fine, but when are you going to tell me the whole plan?" Blaise perked up at the sound of that and listened closer. A glance at Harry told Blaise that he was hesitating to reveal anymore to his friend.
"It's complicated, Ron. I don't think you'd understand quite yet." Blaise saw Ron scowl, but he didn't question any further. At that point, Blaise reached the door to the dungeons and was forced to leave Potter behind.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way up to Gryffindor Tower slowly. Harry was very glad to be back in the comfort of the Tower. The day had been a very nice, relaxing day, and Harry was unwilling to mess that up. They spent an enjoyable evening playing games and soon it was time for bed.
Harry spent the rest of the weekend mostly hanging out with Ron and Hermione. He didn't make any moves towards Draco, and Ron improved significantly in his acting. So much so that Hermione actually asked if they were having a fight. Harry assured her that they weren't. She gave him a calculating look, then sighed and dropped the subject.
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Monday dawned bright and extremely cold. Snow was piled up outside the window. One look told Harry that it would be a very unpleasant day in Care of Magical Creatures. Harry dressed heavily that morning, pulling on a coat under his cloak.
After a quick breakfast, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way through the waist deep snow towards Hagrid's cabin. Hagrid stood waiting for them all. He looked excited, and they could only guess what he must have procured for this chilly morning.
"Gather 'round! I know it's cold, but I got yer somethin' tha's just perfect for a day like t'day!" Harry exchanged a worried glance with Hermione, as he was supposed to be being angry at Ron, or rather, Ron was supposed to be mad at him.
"Okay, so I'm gonna pair ya up," Hagrid announced. "Hermione, you work wi' Pansy, Ron and Harry can work together..." At this, Ron let out a disgusted noise.
"I don't want to work with him," he sneered. Everyone in the class turned to stare at Ron and Harry.
"Wha's tha'?" Hagrid asked, obviously caught off guard. Ron scowled at Harry.
"I said, I'm not working with him," Ron ground out forcefully. Harry silently praised Ron's acting abilities. Hagrid gave Ron a questioning look, and when he only recieved a cold glare in return, managed to talk again.
"Well, I guess, you'll hafta work wi' Malfoy, Harry," Hagrid concluded. The rest of the class was staring in amazement as two of the Golden Trio stood glaring at each other. Pansy was hard pressed to suppress her laughter. 'That'll show you, Blaise Zabini,' she thought maliciously. 'My plan not work, ha! Watch how well it's working now!'
Finally, at the encouragement of Hagrid, the class shook themselves out of their shock and moved to their respective partners. Ron eyed Crabbe with disdain and shrunk down beside him on the ground. Harry moved over to where Malfoy stood, arms crossed, glaring at him.
"What's wrong?" Draco sneered. "Couldn't control the Weasel?" Harry gave him a withering look.
"Just drop it, okay?" Draco's sneer curled itself into a smirk as he watched Harry sit tiredly on the ground next to him.
"Why? Didn't like the little secret getting out did you?" Draco asked maliciously. Harry turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"What secret? It's not like we're doing something." Draco's eyes narrowed as he heard these words.
"You wanker. You've been chasing me like a dog for weeks now, and now you say nothing is going on? What the hell is that?"
"I have not been chasing you, Malfoy," Harry said forcefully.
"Potter, you are the most--" The rest of Draco's sentence was cut off with the arrival of Hagrid, and Harry never did find out what he was.
"'Lo, guys. I got yer assignment righ' here." Hagrid reached into the box he was holding and pulled out a glimmering light, or so that's what it looked like at first glance. On further review, Harry saw that it was a tiny faerie, shimmering and glittering with ice crystals.
"What is it?" Harry asked, reaching out his hands to take the tiny creature. Draco was watching it with a sort of reverance. Hagrid looked on proudly as the beautiful faerie curled up in Harry's hands.
"It's a Frost Faerie, or Snow Faerie. They on'y come out in the winter. Real special they are. Gotta be careful. Yer assignement is to study it fer the period and make notes ter turn in at the end o' class." Hagrid then left them alone with the tiny faerie.
Harry and Draco stared at it for a few moments, wondering at it's beauty. Eventually, they snapped out of it and Harry quickly opened his book to the page on Faeries.
"Okay, Frost Faeries, says here they are easily spooked, so be careful." Draco scoffed.
"Please, Potter. Don't get your knickers in a twist." Harry scowled at him and continued reading.
"They only come out in the winter, spreading frost over the grounds. They are hard to spot because of their color and the fact that they camoflauge easily in the snow." Draco nodded absently. He was busy watching their faerie play in the snow.
"Malfoy, pay attention!" Harry commanded. Draco turned on him.
"Shut the fuck up, Potter. I was paying attention. Unfortunately for you, you are about the most boring person I've ever met!" Harry scowled darkly at Draco, then turned back to find that the faerie was no longer present.
Harry looked around quickly and saw it speeding away toward the forest.
"What the--? Shit!" Harry cursed and jumped to his feet. Draco looked around also and realized the faerie was missing too. He scrambled to his feet.
"What the fuck did you do, Potter?" He exclaimed. Harry's eyes flashed in anger.
"Me? You're the one who scared it! And now we have to go find it!" Draco immediately backed off.
"No way am I going in the Forbidden Forest. You must be crazy." Harry rolled his eyes and started off in the direction where the faerie had gone.
"Fine, be a coward. I'll go get the faerie and bring it back." These words hit home with Draco. He hurried to catch up with Harry.
"Malfoy's are not cowards! You fucking piece of shit! This is all your fault you know!"
"My fault? Because I was the one yelling and not paying attention!" Draco scowled.
"Yes," he said. Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes before plunging into the forest. Draco followed, determined to make his case. "You are the one who started all of this."
"All of what?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice down.
"This! You, me! Everything! It's your fault." Draco stopped suddenly as he realized where they were. His eyes darted all around him, taking in the dark cover of the forest trees and the patches of snow that had made it through the gaps in the trees.
"Come on, Malfoy," Harry said, moving forward. Draco moved cautiously forward, keeping a very close eye on everything around him. Harry peered closely into each patch of snow, looking for their faerie. They walked for quite some time. Draco made no noise, except to whimper occasionally. Harry ignored these sounds and moved forward.
They emerged out of dark mass of trees into a beautiful sparkling clearing. Snow covered every inch of the ground. Draco marveled at the beauty of this tiny spot surrounded by the impeding forest. Harry moved to the center of the clearing, looking around for the faerie. Draco remained on the edge. Finally, Harry turned around to Draco.
"Are you going to help?" He asked. Draco scowled at him and moved to stand beside Harry, hugging his cloak tighter around himself. Harry watched as he did this.
"You know, you could just cast a warming charm," Harry offered. Draco's silver eyes narrowed and Harry held up his hands in a way that said 'Okay, okay, I didn't mean it, jeez.'
"Let's just find this stupid faerie and get the fuck out of here," Draco said forcefully.
"Fine, but you have to be quiet," Harry said angrily.
"You can't tell me what to do, Potter. If I don't want to be quie--" Draco stopped as Harry clapped a hand over his mouth. He glared at Harry over his hand.
"Ew! Did you just lick me?" Harry exclaimed, pulling away his hand. Draco smirked in a self-satisfied kind of way. Harry eyed him in disgust and moved up closer to Draco. Draco backed away slightly but Harry just moved closer.
"What are you doing, Potter?" Draco asked nervously. Harry moved swiftly forward and pressed Draco against a tree.
"I can think of a better way to shut you up," Harry drawled. Draco's eyes widened in shock as Harry's hand came up and pinned his hands above his head. Draco struggled fruitlessly against Harry's iron grip. Harry leaned in and kissed Draco softly.
Draco continued to struggle as Harry pulled away. He stilled suddenly as Harry moved back slightly, still holding his arms, and looked into his eyes. Draco was mezmerized by the color and sheen of Harry's emerald green eyes. The sun reflecting off the pure white snow glinted in his eyes and made them sparkle more than usual.
Draco didn't even notice when Harry leaned in for the second time to kiss him again. The kiss was soft and sweet, unlike any they had shared in the past. Draco sighed slightly at the innocence of the kiss. Harry swiped his tongue over Draco's closed lips, requesting entrance. Draco opened his mouth slowly, inviting the willing tongue inside.
Harry deepened the kiss slowly, exploring every inch of Draco's mouth. He pushed himself closer and Draco moaned as he felt Harry's growing erection. The kiss soon turned from sweet to demanding. Draco whimpered as Harry assualted his mouth, and he was still unable to move his hands. He desperately wanted to touch Harry, but his hands were still pinned above his head.
Harry removed one hand from holding Draco's and moved it down to circle around his waist. His other hand kept Draco's pinned in place. He slipped a hand under Draco's shirt and Draco gasped at his touch.
"Please, Harry," Draco gasped, wanting to touch him. Harry grinned into the kiss and gave him one last quick kiss before moving to his neck. Draco arched his neck back as Harry licked and sucked on the sensative spot above his shoulder. Harry licked and nipped his way up to Draco's earlobe which he pulled on it with his teeth before licking it slightly and moved back down his neck.
Draco shuddered in pleasure at the feel of Harry's hot moist tongue on his neck. He could feel Harry's hard-on pressing into his own. Draco thrust his hips upward and was rewarded by a surprised gasp from Harry.
"Mean," Harry whispered in Draco's ear. Draco shivered as Harry's hot breath washed over his ear. He smirked slightly at Harry's words. Harry continued his assualt on Draco's neck, but paused slightly to grab his wand and mutter a spell. Automatically, Draco was devoid of any clothing, and yet, Harry had not removed the hand keeping him captive. Draco shivered slightly in the cold and Harry whispered another spell. Immediately, Draco was instantly warm.
Draco took advantage of Harry's lapse in concentration to wriggle his hands out of Harry's grasp. In one swift moment, he had reversed their positions and it was now Harry who was pressed against the large oak tree. Harry gave him a reproachful look, but didn't have any time to complain as Draco crashed his lips against Harry's, finally controlling the kiss. Harry moaned softly as Draco's tongue tasted every inch of his mouth.
Draco's hands roamed up and down Harry's tanned torso under his clothes. Draco marveled at the softness of Harry's skin.
Draco pulled back eventually, panting hard from the length of the kiss. Harry was also breathing heavily. He watched as Draco reached for his wand and muttered the same spell Harry had used moments before. Harry was soon divested of all his garments. Draco kissed Harry quickly then whispered another spell.
He heard Harry's breath hitch as he slid in a finger. He paused and watched Harry carefully. When he was sure Harry was alright, he slipped in a second finger. Harry groaned slightly. The large amounts of snow surrounding them muffled all sound from leaving the clearing.
Draco positioned himself at Harry's entrance and pushed slowly inside. Once he was completely sheathed by Harry's body, he began to move slowly, gathering momentum.
"Oh god, Draco," Harry gasped as Draco increased the speed of his thrusts. The lust-filled tone Harry used drove Draco's level of desire to an incredible height. He pushed in harder, and Harry cried out when he hit his prostate.
Sweat was running off both boys skin in droplets. As each fell to the ground the snow sizzled and melted. They were panting heavily and moving in unison. With one last thrust, Draco came hard and Harry was not far behind.
After a few minutes of leaning against each other, Draco pushed himself off Harry and went searching for his clothes. He gathered most of them and redressed, leaving Harry to do the same. Draco turned to go back the way they had come, but first turned to look back at Harry, who was pulling on his shirt.
Harry managed to get the shirt over his head and found Draco staring at him. Draco didn't say anything, he just looked at Harry. After several seconds, Draco turned and plunged back into the forest and back towards the castle.
Harry watched as his diminishing figure disappeared into the forest. He leaned back against a tree and called out to the wilderness.
"Zabini, come here. We need to have a chat." And from behind a large birch tree, emerged the figure of a tall, smirking, dark-haired Slytherin.
A/N: Yay! Finals are over and I go home tomorrow! I'm so excited. So another chapter for y'all. Hope you liked it, more of the plan coming soon. You will understand eventually, I promise.
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