AN: So a couple of ppl wanted a continuation, so here it is. Please have in mind that the first chapter is written, probably a year ago, so whatever I had in mind back then is probably not what i've made it into now. Also excuse me for some of the sheer ridiculousness in this chapter lol :) Hope you enjoy!
The answer came to him when Potter flew from a fucking dragon and left the arena. Draco was sure he would die in that moment, but surprising enough Potter returned, grabbed the golden egg and practically got showered with points.
It was then he realized he could simply take what was his. Like Potter had taken his egg. Distract what was guarding it and then when they least expected it take what was his. Now the question was just how to get Granger and the weasel out of the way.
Draco had to admit he spent a little too long attempting to come up with a plan. In the end Mad eye Moody was the one who really sparked the idea in his head. The man pulled him aside after class one day, looking at him with only his good eye as the other seemed to move around the room.
"hey boy" he stated. "Sorry about the transfiguration accident."
Draco could tell he didn't mean that at all, but he simply nodded, hoping it would get him off the hook sooner, so he could follow Harry out of class.
"You want to get closer to Potter? Do you?" Moody moved closer to him. His breath hitting Draco in the face. Not pleasant at all.
He made a face, but nodded none the less. Not seeing any reason to deny it, when he had obviously been caught.
A grin spread on Moody's face. "All you have to do is suggest he takes a bath with his egg. I'm sure he will thank you for that one." Moody's eyes tinkled, making the other male look like a bit of a psycho.
When Draco left the class, his mind was driving in highest gear. If he helped Potter with his egg, said male would be indebted to him. Draco honestly wasn't even sure how Harry had gotten into the tournament in the first place, but from Draco's intense Potter studying, he had realized how unhappy Harry seemed with the attention he got. He certainly hadn't joined it himself.
Draco had spent quite some time trying to figure out why anyone would add Potter into the tournament. Ending at the same conclusion every damn time. The tournament was dangerous. Harry could die.
How the person had managed to get Harry chosen, was another mystery he couldn't quite understand. A mystery he would have to save for later. Now he had to save Potter from whatever the next task could be. He was certain Potter hadn't found the eggs secret. He was most likely too proud to even ask the know it all for help. Draco shook his head. What an idiot.
A soft smile spread on his lips, quickly replaced by a sneer when a Ravenclaw almost collided with him.
"Piss off" he said, shoving the other out of his way.
Stupid prick, not watching where he was going. Draco sighed. A plan. He needed a plan. Even if he knew what to do to get Potter indebted, he didn't know how to say it yet. Maybe he didn't have to say anything. Maybe all he had to do was show Potter. He hummed in thought as he turned a corner, stating the password to the wall, before entering the common room.
He took a seat in the corner, hoping no one would dare bother him. If he had to show Potter, he would need a big amount of water. The black lake was out of the picture. It was the biggest source of water on the ground, but also not somewhere you would want to be this time of year. The dorms had showers. They also contained water. How in the world would he manage to either drag Potter to the Slytherin dorms or get himself into the Gryffindor ones though?
He made a face. Just the idea of being in the Gryffindor tower disgusted him. All the red. It was a wonder it didn't mess with the Gryffindors heads. Maybe it did. Who knew why Gryffindors were such fools? He shook his head.
Now was not the time to be distracted by houses. Water was important. He needed to find a place with water.
It first hit him later in the halls, when he saw Cedric Diggory, that dumbass. The Hufflepuff boy was showing what looked to be a first year his prefect badge, talking about how important it was to respect each other. Or at least something along those lines. Draco honestly didn't listen too closely.
He then knew where he would find his source of water. The prefects bathroom was perfect. Now all he had to do was find a Slytherin prefect, who he could pay for the password.
-o-o-
It was Saturday. Potter had just left the great hall and Draco was following him. The stairs didn't cut him off, seemingly luck was in his favour that night. He had been waiting for this day to come.
Harry was luckily alone. He had been distancing himself from his friends, even if him and the Weasel had made up after Harry got the egg, there still seemed to be tension among the three of them.
But Draco had gotten a glimpse of the egg during dinner. Apparently, Potter was trying to solve it today. Which really was rather late, considering the second task was only a week away.
Draco set his plan into motion. As soon as they reached the fifth floor, which luckily was mostly empty, he pushed Potter off the stairs onto the floor. Watching as the stairs turned away, before he turned to Potter.
"I know how to solve your egg mystery." Was all he said, before Harry could say anything, he dragged him with him.
Potter didn't resist. Draco had honestly expected him to, but seemingly his submissiveness wasn't only sexually. Interesting. Very interesting.
They soon enough reached the bathroom, Draco stating the password, before he led Harry inside. The other male's eyes scanned around the room. Draco could see emotions flash over his face as he took it all in. He was most of all impressed. A bit of confusion added to the mix, with a slight hint of worry.
Draco took the egg from Potters hands, dumping it into the big tub. He turned on the taps, before turning back to face Harry.
Harry simply looked at him. Draco moving closer to the other male, before his hands found their place around Potters neck. He didn't know what it was, but it was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders as he tightened his fingers around Potters throat.
"I think you already knew my help wouldn't be free." Potter nodded, glancing towards the closed door.
Draco hummed, pulling out his wand to cast a locking charm on the door. Seemingly that was all Potter needed, his attention redirected to Draco.
"I know you know the rules already. So why waste time, hm?"
Potter didn't say anything, he just started undressing. Draco didn't even have to tighten his hold around the other male's throat. Even if he didn't have to, he did it anyways, enjoying the way Potters breath hitched, his eyes widening as he picked up the pace of which he was undressing.
Draco released him to allow him to take off his shirt, letting his eyes roam over every curve the others body contained. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but Potter was beautiful.
The bruises which had been on his neck had completely disappeared by now, but that only allowed Draco to create new ones. He grinned as his eyes met Potters, before he lowered his gaze to run over himself.
Potter sighed a little, but seemed to get the hint as his hands found the zipper on Draco's pants. Draco was honestly nervous. This time it was different. There was no anger, no resistance. It was too intimate, Draco realized as his hands once more found their way to Potters neck, fingers digging into his skin as he forced the Gryffindor backwards.
"One would think you had been waiting for this Potter"
Potter placed his hands ontop of Draco's, green eyes meeting grey. Draco loosened his hold for Harry to speak.
"I know you have been waiting for this."
And then Potter took Draco's hands off his throat, holding them in his as he led him into the water. Draco was honestly confused. Potter had been willing enough last time, but it almost seemed like he didn't mind the slightest that Draco was gonna abuse him.
Draco knew that was what he was doing. He wasn't stupid. What they had done last time hadn't been intimate. It hadn't been gentle. It hadn't even been fully consented. Why was Potter acting like this?
Draco didn't really have time to think about it, before Potter was in his lap. The intensity in his eyes almost too much.
"You wanted to fuck me for your help, didn't you?" Harry stated.
"So go on. Get it done"
Draco could feel his blood slowly starting to boil. Get it done. Really. How dared Potter say shit like that. He was meant to either want it, because Draco was a fucking god in bed, or fear it, again because Draco was a fucking god. He wasn't supposed to not care.
Draco found his hands slipping around Potter's throat.
"You fucking prick" He growled, fingers tightening around the other male's neck till Potter was gasping for air. Draco smirked at the sudden flash of fear in Potter's eyes. That was better. Much better.
Potter's hands landed on top of his, this time there was nothing intimate about the gesture through. Potters nail dug into Draco's skin, as the other male desperately tried to pull his hands away.
Potter's face turned more and more red, before it started going paler and paler. Draco could sense how close the other was to fainting, so he let go. Shortly. Only allowing Potter a single breath of air.
"Much better Potter." He muttered, leaning in to mutter in Potter's ear.
"This time even if you run away, I'm sure you know I will find you, even if you pretend nothing happened and ignore me."
Draco could almost see the shiver which went through Potters body. The goose bumps on his neck enough indication.
He tightened his hands once more, fingers digging into Harry's skin as he slowly moved away to watch the obvious pain in Potter's face.
"You're mine." He stated. "Do you get that?"
Potter nodded, the light in his eyes growing weaker. "Only mine."
Then Draco let go of Harry's throat. His hands simply resting there as color slowly returned in the others cheeks, along with the light in his eyes.
Draco moved one hand from Potter's neck down to his own shaft, "ass up Potter"
And Harry did just that, he placed his hands on Draco's shoulders to keep his balance, lifting up his ass. Draco grinned, the remaining hand on Potter's neck, giving a small squeeze before he moved it to Harry's ass. Pulling the other male firmly against him, as he aligned his cock with the others hole.
His fingers dug into Potter's ass, as his cock slowly moved deeper and deeper into him. And that one move was the gentlest of them all that night. Not that Potter had seemed to really mind.
He had been a mess obviously. But judging from the sounds escaping his lips, throughout it all, he was far from unhappy. Each moan of his name had sent shivers through Draco. Each please had encouraged him to only go impossible harder. The way Potters body had responded to his had made strength he didn't even know he had erupt.
He had moved Potter around like he was nothing more than a big doll. Changing their position, to allow him to go even harder. Potter had seemed to appreciate it.
By the time Draco came down from his orgasm, Potter was slung over the edge of the bathtub. His legs and lower half still below water, while his arms lay sprawled out over the tiles on the floor, his head hanging mid air as he panted heavily.
Before Draco pulled out, he shoved himself deeper in for good measurement, making Harry grunt softly. Draco sat down on the bench at the edge of the tub under the water, glancing over at Harry.
The other male had bruises covering his neck. His fingers had cuts, from how hard he had attempted to grip onto tiled floor. Draco was sure if Potter turned over, he would have a huge bruise on his chest, from the impact from continuously hitting the edge of the tub. What Draco appreciated the most though, was the masterpiece Potter's ass was. It had a hand mark imprinted on one cheek. Truly the cherry on top.
Potter slowly got his breathing under control and turned over to also sit on the bench, running a hand through his hair as he glanced at Draco.
"The egg" He stated.
Draco rolled his eyes as he grabbed his wand from his pants, accioing the egg.
"All you have to do is open it under water." He hummed as he handed the other male the egg.
Potter raised an eyebrow, seemingly not believing Draco.
"We had sex for you to tell me such bullshit. Fuck I knew I shouldn't' have trusted you Malfoy."
Draco wasn't sure why it bothered him so much that Potter didn't believe him, but it did. He grabbed the back of Potters neck, shoving the other males head underneath the water.
"Stupid Gryffindor" he grumbled as he fumbled with the clasp to opening the egg, which Potter was still holding. As soon as the egg was open he shoved Potters face further down, before letting go. Huffing as he waited for the idiot to resurface.
Potter was coughing slightly as he finally gave up and came back up for air. Draco raised an eyebrow at him. Potter had the decency to look apologetic.
"So?" Draco stated.
"It said something about, being below the ground. They've taken something I'll miss. And then I didn't have enough air to hear the rest." Harry was frowning as he ran a hand through his hair.
"What do you suppose that means?" He muttered
Draco shrugged, taking the egg from Potter, closing it, and reopening it before diving below the surface to listen to the clue himself.
Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching ponder this;
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.*
Draco resurfaced, watching as Potter resurfaced as well, haven dived under shortly after Draco did.
"They live below the ground. Considering the egg needed the water, I'm guessing they need water as well." Draco stated, Potter nodding, seemingly in deep thought.
"You're searching the water for something they've taken. You got one hour."
Harry nodded again, glancing at Draco.
"How will I stay in the water for a whole hour though?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"You truly don't read much do you Potter?"
Potter shrugged.
"Do you know of the plant called gillyweed?" Potter shook his head, making Draco sigh softly.
Potter truly was hopeless.
"I'm guessing you've never had gillywater either." He shook his head again.
"It's a magical plant which allows you to breath under water, for approximately an hour."
The light in Harry's eyes intensified as he finally seemed to catch on to what Draco was saying.
"How do I get it?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Let me take care of that. Just remember you will owe me Potter."
Potter sighed softly, nodding as he bit his lip. "I take owing you means sex right?"
Draco hummed. "It doesn't have to be. Who knows what I could come up with Potter." Draco smirked as he rose from the bench, grabbing his wand to cast a quick drying charm, before he started getting dressed.
"I'll bring you the gillyweed Monday in care of magical creatures." He stated before he left the bathroom.
-o-o-
Meanwhile in Dumbledores office.
Barty Crouch sr. sighed softly as he watched the headmaster take the goblet of fire out of a cabinet.
"The goblet is now ready. It has chosen who will be sunk into the lake for all four champions."
The headmaster let his gaze run over the other people there. Karkaroff seemed rather annoyed that they had to actually use the one the champions would sorely miss. Grumbling about why they couldn't just use a random student and get it done with. Madam Maxime didn't seem too pleased either, but she simply looked at the goblet as Dumbledore swung his wand over it.
The first paper swirled out of the goblet, Karkaroff caught it between his thumb and index finger.
"Hermione Granger" He stated, before tossing the paper in the trash and getting up to leave. The next paper following the first just then, Maxime caught it between her long fingers.
"Gabrielle. Of course." She stated, smiling as she let the second note follow the first one into the trash.
Dumbledore caught the third one. "Cho Chang." He nodded a little, as they all watch the fourth note leaving the goblet.
Barty caught it, furrowing his brows in wonder as he read the name out loud. "Draco Malfoy."
*This is taken from the books.