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CHAPTER 3-

Harry looked at Malfoy in disbelief. He was sure Malfoy had too many bludgers to the head, and was just about to say so, when he saw Malfoy's pleading expression, begging him to play along. One glance at Malfoy Senior's shocked expression had Harry smirking to himself. Of course he would play along! Here was a way to not only anger Lucius Malfoy, but to humiliate his son too.

Slowly, Harry forced himself to relax in Malfoy's arms. He smiled at Lucius. Draco breathed an unnoticed sigh of relief as hetalked to his father. "Po- Harry's the boy I was telling you about. I-" He coughed, but forced himself to continue. "I love him."

Lucius Malfoy was slowly wishing that he hadn't gotten out of bed today. He wished this was all a bad dream, and that it would go away if he woke up. But, alas! No such luck. Not only was his only son gay, he was in love with Harry –sodding- Potter, savior of the wizarding world. He had never felt so sick.

Harry Potter could be very observant when he wanted to be. The split second Lucius' expressionless mask slipped, Harry noticed. When it came back the next moment, Harry smiled brightly. Lucius Malfoy's expression showed disgust, horror, disbelief and fear, and Harry felt a jolt of pleasure on seeing him so unsettled.

Smiling widely, he extended his hand for Malfoy Senior to shake. It didn't bother him that Malfoy looked like Harry had just offered him a dead rat; He was having too much fun to mind. "I see you've finally told your father about us, love." He told Draco cheerfully. "I'm glad. All that sneaking around to meet you was getting annoying."

Draco nodded hesitantly. He had seen the wicked glint in Potter's eyes and was now apprehensive of what was about to come.

Potter had turned back to his father by now. "I'm glad you know. I do love your son a lot. He's going to be the perfect husband, and the perfect mother of my kids."

"Too early to start thinking about marriage, isn't it, ?" Lucius said stiffly. "And Draco will never be the mother in the relationship."

Harry looked politely puzzled. "But he's going to be the one who bears our children. You couldn't possibly expect me to do that, could you? And Mal-Draco's the one who bottoms, anyway. Didn't you tell him, Draco, love?"

Draco's pale complexion had taken on a light red flush and his fists were clenched, but those were the only signs of his discomfort. His father turned slightly red too, as he turned to him. "Draco?"

"It's true." Draco managed to spit out, cursing Potter's evil, black heart. "I do bottom to him."

Lucius Malfoy had never been in such disbelief. Now, he finds out that his only son was gay, not only dating Harry Potter, but also bottoming to said boy. Really, he was a Death Eater, but this was too much for even him to bear.

But Harry wasn't done there. "Oh, he feels amazing under me. And when he moans! Don't even get me started on those! I put 2 silencing charms just to be sure." He grinned, giving the elder Malfoy a roguish wink. "But don't worry." He added, feigning love and concern. "Protection is always used."

Lucius Malfoy had never felt so angry and disgusted before in his life. Draco Malfoy had never felt so angry and humiliated before in his life. And one Harry Potter was enjoying himself thoroughly, using this opportunity to humiliate two people he disliked intensely to the maximum.

Malfoy's father was now glaring at him! Harry noticed gleefully. Indeed, Lucius Malfoy was looking at Draco with something akin to rage.

Suddenly, Lucius turned to Harry. "You say you love my son?" he demanded.

Harry, looking baffled, nodded hesitantly.

"Then I want proof. Malfoys never do almost all the things you have just mentioned, and that leads me to believe that you are lying. If you and Draco continue to see each other for the next 3 months, and I am convinced that the both of you truly love each other, I will break off Draco's engagement with Celeste."

Draco nodded curtly, while Harry just grinned and the pair watched Lucius walk towards Dumbledore's office.

When he was well out of sight, Draco turned to Harry angrily. "Did you really have to tell my father such vulgar things, Potter?" he asked rather viciously, his nose crinkling in disgust.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I was just going to Charms when you pulled me into this. I didn't even have to play along. And I believe thanks are in order, Malfoy. Didn't know you were gay."

"I'm not gay!" Malfoy hissed, definitely resembling a snake now, with all the hissing and narrowed eyes. "I don't like boys."

"Uh-huh. Sure, Malfoy." The Boy-Who-Lived said dismissively, already walking away.

"I mean it!"

"Whatever you say."

"I'm not a bloody ponce!"

"SURE MALFOY….flaming rainbow…."

"I HEARD THAT! I told you I'm not- wait, where are you going?"

Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Malfoy hurried to his side. "Charms, Malfoy. Some of us actually have no valid excuse to stay out of class. And since someone delayed me….." He shot the blonde a dirty look.

Draco glared at him. Honestly, Potter could be so dim sometimes! "You can't go to class now! We have to practice! My father is a Death Eater, Potter! He can figure out when people are lying to him. We've barely convinced him now, and he's bound to be in the Great Hall for lunch. How do you expect us to convince him that we love each other for the next 3 months? We have a lot to go through."

Harry stopped walking at this, and turned to face Malfoy. "What exactly makes you think that I'm going to 'date' you for 3 whole months?" he asked slowly. "I can assure you, there's no way I'm gonna do it. Your own your own, Malfoy."

Draco's eyes widened. "I cannot marry that blonde bimbo! We are going to pretend that we are dating for 3 months."

"Money has spoiled you, Malfoy. But I'm not a house elf that you can lord over and neither am I someone you can bribe. I don't like you. I owe you nothing. I have no reason to help you. You haven't even thanked me for helping this one time."

"Fine…thank you. Now you will do it, right?"

Harry looked at Malfoy. Malfoy still had that sneer on his face, he still had that overly confident demeanor, still had that walk as if he had all the money and power in the world. Taking all this into account, he smirked. "Beg, Malfoy. Maybe if you grovel, I might feel some sympathy for you and think about going through with your plan."

Draco stared at him in horror. It was a miracle Potter hadn't been sorted into Slytherin, the way he was acting. "Malfoys do not beg!"

They had stopped walking. Harry crossed his arms, waiting. One minute, two minutes. Three minutes later, with Harry staring at him, the defiant look in Malfoy's eyes crumbled. "Please, Potter. Please help me so that I won't have to marry that stupid witch, please." Malfoy muttered angrily.

Harry cocked his head to a side, contemplative. Malfoy's begging had been poor, but as he had said, he was a Malfoy, and begging was not in his nature. Still, the fact that he even attempted to beg, and he actually was ready to pretend he was dating his worst rival, showed that he was desperate. Sighing, Harry cursed himself for his good, helpful Gryffindor side. "I'll do it. But, I have a few conditions. Break my rules and I dump your sorry ass and you can go back to your happy marriage with Celeste."

"What are you terms?"

"First, you cannot call Hermione mudblood and Ron weasel. You have to act civil towards them. Second, no rude remarks made towards any Gryffindor or the house itself. Third, hand holding, hand around the waist is allowed. Anything below the waist, without my specific permission, and I'll hex your balls off. Fourth, kisses are okay, I guess-" he grimaced here, but continued "-but if you get your hands anywhere under my clothes, again, I'll hex your balls off."

"I wouldn't want to touch you anyway. I don't like men and I certainly don't like you." Draco muttered.

Harry ignored him. "Do you agree to my terms?"

Draco sighed. "Yes, I agree to you terms."

That said, both boys shook hands solemnly, before Draco grabbed Harry by the arm, dragging him away, muttering about how he had so much to learn.