"Do you think it was a bad idea? Maybe I shouldn't have done it. What if I ruined everything? And Blaise isn't going to help me anymore; he's got Seamus to keep him busy. What do you think he's doing?"

Harry was pacing around the boys dormitory second guessing all his actions while Ron and Hermione sat on the bed watching him go. When they were sure Harry was going to say no more, Hermione spoke up.

"Harry, relax. Just because we haven't seen him since this morning doesn't necessarily mean that he's cooking up some plot to get you."

"Yeah..." Harry agreed hesitantly. It was true that Draco hadn't been seen by anyone since their fight that morning. He hadn't come to any of his classes or any meals either.

Harry had gone over the fight repeatedly in his head, trying to pick out what he maybe shouldn't have said. Draco hadn't seemed to understand when he'd given him the cryptic message. In fact, he'd looked confused. Harry didn't suppose that even Blaise could help Draco with that one as he'd never actually told Blaise about the drunken night.

"Harry," Ron said. "What are you going to do?"

At that question, Harry stopped and turned to Ron.

"What am I going to do?" He repeated incredulously. "I can't do anything now! Don't you see what I did? It's all up to him now. I don't have any control left!"

Ron looked taken aback at the sudden outburst. He hadn't expected that.

"Oh, okay," he said quietly. Then Harry sighed.

"Sorry, Ron, I'm just a little worried."

"That's okay, mate. What do we do then?"

"There's nothing we can do. Draco's the only one who can decide. I thought he was ready, but maybe I was wrong..."

"Oh, Harry," Hermione scoffed and he turned to her. "Don't second guess yourself. You were right to do what you did when you did it. You've done all you can. It's time to give up the reigns and let Draco make a decision.

"Maybe," Harry agreed.

"I think you need to have a good night's rest," Hermione said. "Try not to think about this anymore."

"Like it's so easy," Harry said sarcastically. Hermione gave him a withering look.

"Just do it, trust me."

"Fine," Harry sighed. Hermione nodded, satisfied. She got up from the bed, said goodnight to Ron, then left the room.

Harry and Ron got ready for bed in silence. Harry's head was too full of thoughts and worries about his current situation with Draco. He knew there was nothing more to do. At this point he'd just have to let the chips fall where they may.

Harry crawled into bed and pulled his hangings shut around him, willing himself to sleep.

Draco agonized over his decision for hours that day. He refused to go to anymore classes. He had stayed in his room the entire time, making sure to lock it well this time.

He lay on his bed going over what Pansy had said, coupled with all the things Blaise had told him before. Know that he knew that Blaise had been in on the scheme things made a bit more sense.

The fact that Blaise had known all along and had been helping Harry had infuriated Draco at first. He couldn't believe that someone he'd counted as a good friend had been working with his worst enemy.

After a while, Pansy's words came back to him, "They did this all for you."

'Right,' Draco thought derisively. 'All for me.'

Draco did admit that over the past few weeks and months, Potter had definitely grown on him. He had kind of looked forward to their trysts. He definitely enjoyed them.

Draco growled to himself and rolled over on his stomach. He knew he had to do something, as Pansy had not so subtly pointed out. The decision was in his hands.

But what to do was the problem. Should he just declare his feelings in front of everyone?

'No, that won't do.'

Maybe he could plan something a little more private...

'Too much work.'

Well, he had to do something! Draco sighed into his pillow and groaned. He didn't like this at all. He had never been good at expressing feelings, choosing instead to suppress them.

He knew that it would take something big, something elaborate, something new, in order to get this right. If he really wanted to tell Harry how he felt, he would have to do it well and do it soon.

Draco sat up on his bed, looking across the room to where his desk sat. He got up and moved over to it. Then he picked up his quill and began to draw up his plans.

The next morning, Harry woke up. The nights sleep had done nothing to calm his nerves. He'd lain awake for many hours, trying and failing to make sense of it all. He didn't know what Draco had in mind and it was very disconcerting.

"Did you sleep at all last night, Harry?" Hermione asked as soon as he came down the stairs that morning. He only sighed and rolled his eyes at her.

"Does it look like I did?" He asked sarcastically. Hermione frowned at his attitude.

"Don't get mad at me. You brought this on yourself."

"I know, I know. It's all my fault! Maybe I shouldn't have started any of this." Harry huffed and, instead of waiting for her and Ron, went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Ron and Hermione watched him leave then exchanged raised eyebrows.

"Do you think he knows how obsessed he is?"

"Probably not."

Harry stormed moodily into the Great Hall, not noticing the many eyes that followed his progress. He sat down huffily at the Gryffindor table, staring at the table. He looked up when Ron and Hermione joined him a few minutes later.

"I'm sorry, guys," he apologized when they had taken their seats. "It's not your fault. This is all just really hard."

"Good thing it's not up to you then, right?" Ron asked in an upbeat voice. Harry gave him a quizzical look and Ron shrugged. He sighed and shook his head. For the first time that day, he looked over at the Slytherin table.

Draco wasn't there. Harry thought that was odd. He searched throughout the Great Hall but there was no sign of him. Blaise and Pansy were sitting at the Slytherin table, but neither were glancing at Harry.

Harry frowned as he came to the conclusion that he wasn't anywhere. Harry wondered where on earth he could be. He didn't show up throughout the entire meal.

Eventually, they were forced to go to class. Harry picked himself up reluctantly and followed Ron and Hermione out of the hall. They walked slowly up the stairs to their Charms classroom.

Harry walked behind Hermione and Ron, staring morosely at the floor. Ron and Hermione glanced back occasionally, wondering at his behavior.

They were almost to the classroom when Harry was shoved sideways and into an empty classroom. Harry heard the lock click shut behind him and looked all around the room

Outside, Ron and Hermione looked around for Harry. They hadn't been looking and then the next second, he was gone.

"Harry?" They called, wandering around the hall. They tried one of the doors, but it was locked. Eventually, they had to give up and leave for class. They hoped Harry would be okay.

Inside, Harry was pushed roughly against the wall and pinned to it. He wasn't given a chance to say anything. A rough, hot tongue plundered his mouth. Harry gasped for breath as the tongue gave him a slight reprieve.

It wasn't much of a rest as his mouth was again attacked. Harry moaned as his attacker pushed closer and he could feel a large erection pressing into his thigh. He knew who it was, who it had to be.

Draco had seen Harry walking with the rest of his trio and taken his advantage. He'd grabbed Harry and dragged him, unseen, into the classroom directly across the hall. He'd immediately locked and silenced the room, lest the Weasel and Granger try to get in.

Before Harry had a chance to do anything, he'd taken his mouth in a rough kiss. He smirked to himself as Harry moaned. Draco felt himself growing harder by the second. It had been far too long.

Draco moved down to suck on Harry's neck. Harry head rolled back and his eyes closed as Draco's tongue slid down his throat with ease. Draco nipped Harry's neck, causing him to groan. Harry moved his body so that their erections rubbed together.

Draco kissed his way up Harry's neck and tugged erotically on his ear. Harry moaned loudly, urging him on. Draco pulled away and Harry looked at him, panting.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"Because I want to," Draco replied.

"That is not an answer," Harry said softly. Draco sighed and looked at Harry.

"Just enjoy it, Potter," he murmured in his ear. "Don't think."

Harry shivered as Draco's hot breath washed over his ear. He knew he shouldn't allow Draco to control him like this. It was exactly what Harry had done to him.

"But..." Harry started but never finished.

Draco ran his hand into Harry's hair, pulling his head back. He nipped at Harry's throat, drawing a low moan from him. He ran his tongue up Harry's neck, coming to his ear. He sucked the lobe into his ear and Harry gasped.

His other hand was slowly working its way down his body. It slipped under his t-shirt and Harry writhed under Draco's touch. Draco ran his hand over Harry's washboard stomach, reveling in the Quidditch toned muscles.

He let go of Harry's earlobe and nipped his jaw. Harry was breathing hard by now and was becoming painfully hard. Draco's hand moved lower and Harry felt it fiddling with his belt. He heard a clunk and knew Draco had gotten it undone.

Harry's breath caught in his throat when he felt Draco's firm hand wrap tightly around his already leaking cock. Draco gave a few short strokes before removing his hand. Harry gave him a questioning look but understood when Draco quickly removed his own clothes.

Harry removed his trousers also and Draco smirked in satisfaction. Draco grabbed his wand and preformed a lubrication and protection spell. He kissed Harry roughly before inserting a finger into him.

Harry groaned and wiggled on Draco's finger. Draco just smirked and added a second finger.

"God, come on, Draco," Harry pleaded, his eyes shut tightly.

"Patience," Draco murmered, clearly enjoying Harry's begging.

"No, no patience! Just fucking do it!" Harry demanded. Draco rolled his eyes but, for once, decided to comply.

Draco removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He pushed slowly into Harry's body, gauging the reaction. Harry's breath stopped for a second when Draco had pushed all the way in. It started again and Draco relaxed.

He moved slowly at first, gaining momentum. Soon he was slamming roughly into Harry's body. Harry arched up to meet him, nearly driving him over the edge.

"Oh god, Harry," he gasped as Harry gave a particularly violent lurch that nearly caused him to cum.

Harry barely registered the use of his first name. He was so close to completion that he wasn't thinking straight.

"Faster, Draco, please," he whimpered. Draco obliged him and slammed harder and faster than ever.

Screaming Draco's name, Harry came fast and hard. He rode his climax to it's end, not even noticing when Draco came. He stood weakly against the wall, panting for breath. Draco pulled out of him slowly and leaned back against the wall, also breathing hard.

"What-What was that?" Harry asked once he had almost gotten his breathing under control.

"Well if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," Draco said simply. Harry laughed slightly and turned to look at him, but Draco was already changing back into his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Going to class, Potter," Draco said as though it was obvious.

"Well, yeah, but why did you do that?"

"Because I felt like it."

"That's not a real reason."

"Sure it is. That's why you went after me, isn't it?" Draco looked at Harry expectantly and when he said nothing, turned to leave.

"That's not true," Harry said quietly and Draco turned around.

"Yes, it is," Draco said simply. "You got what you wanted, right?"

Draco turned then and left Harry alone in the room. Harry watched the door close and leaned back against the wall.

"Not really," he murmured to himself.

"Not really."

Draco heard the words as he stood against the door listening. He smiled to himself. He walked off in the opposite direction towards the Slytherin dorms, satisfied with his information.

So Pansy and Blaise had been right. He hated to admit that, but it was true. At least he knew it for sure. Now he just had to figure out when.

Harry walked slowly into the Charms classroom and muttered an apology to Professor Flitwick. He took his seat next to Ron and Hermione, who looked at him inquiringly. Once Flitwick had turned his attention elsewhere, they leaned over to him.

"Harry, what happened to you?" Hermione asked, worried.

"Draco happened," Harry muttered. Ron looked confused.

"Huh?"

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Someone decided a morning snack was in order."

"Okay, ew," Ron said. "I don't need to hear that."

Harry just ignored him. "I actually don't really understand what happened."

"What does that mean?" Hermione asked, anxious.

"It felt different."

"Different?"

"Yeah, like something changed or something. I don't know, I can't explain it."

"That's odd," Hermione agreed. Ron just looked confused on the whole issue.

"What changed?" He asked.

"I don't know. I have a feeling he's planning something."

"Yeah, but what is the question," Ron muttered darkly. Just because Harry liked him didn't mean Ron had to trust him.

"Are you sure I didn't ruin it?" Harry asked, worried. Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"You used your judgment. That's all you could do."

"Maybe, but somehow, I doubt Draco sees it that way."

"The best thing you can do is wait."

"I hate waiting."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I'm leaving for a week, Spring Break! Please leave some nice reviews for my return!