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One Chance *~* REPOST

by WretchedScar

� April 22, 2004 to current

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of its entities are the property of J.K. Rowling. No infringement intended.

Genre: HP/DM; M/M; Lemon; Issues of Non-Con; Light BDSM; Angst & Eventual Romance. I am aware that there are some errors in text, grammar, etc. but have been unable to beta yet! Just hang in there and things will be fixed. Thanks!

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Draco took a deep breath and then raced after Harry, down the hallway. He felt a thrill at pursuing the other boy like this. It was half the fun in his mind.
Harry looked over his shoulder a turned a sharp corner - Malfoy was gaining on him. There was only one thing to do about it. He skidded to a halt, pulling out his wand and aiming it at the other boy who was fast approaching.
�Stay right there, Malfoy or I swear I�ll hex you,� he yelled out. They were lucky they were deep into the castle, on their way towards the Slytherin dungeons or else they might chance being caught in their �disagreement� by a member of the school staff or other students.
Draco slowed to a walk, a smirk growing on his face, �Is that so?�
�I mean it,� Harry panted, still out of breath from his escape.
�What�s the problem, Potter,� Malfoy stood casually, regarding the other boy with an unusual amount of casualness.
�What don�t you understand about all of this, Malfoy! I told you I wasn�t interested! Now back off!� Harry growled.
�And what don�t you understand about this, Potter,� Malfoy glared, stalking forward so that his chest was only an inch away from the other boy�s wand. �I want you and will have you regardless!� He stopped and looked past Harry, a look of worry on his face, �Oh shit, Filch!�
Harry gasped and turned around only to see no one there! He felt himself being tackled to the floor, his wand slipping out of his grasp and rolling away on the floor. �You bastard!� he hollered.
�I can�t believe you fell for that one, Potter!� Draco stated, sitting on top of Harry with his wand now pointed at the other boy. �Now then,� he smiled, licking his lips with delight. He scooted off of the other boy, carefully keeping his wand in front of him and aimed steady, �On your feet then. We have an appointment to keep.� He kept his wand trained on Potter as he quickly snatched up the other boy�s discarded wand, pocketing it in his cloak.
Harry snorted in mockery. He felt himself pulled up towards the other boy, his back to Draco�s chest, a wand tip pointed firmly at the middle of his back, taken hostage by the enemy.
�What makes you think you have any chance whatsoever,� Harry asked quietly as they made their way towards the Slytherin Dorms. �This sort of thing has consequences you know. I�ll report you and -�
�Potter, spare me the idle chit-chat. Besides,� he stated smugly and then whispered the next half into the Gryffindor�s ear, �you�ll lihat hat I do to you. That�s a promise.�
�You�re sick,� Harry whispered right back as they stopped outside of the portrait that lead to Slytherin �Like I�d ever want to go out with you.�.
�The only relationship we�re sharing is going to be one that�s composed of sex, sex and more sex, Potter. And as for being sick - you have no idea,� Malfoy stated sweetly. ��Rage�,� he stated the password and the entry revealed itself. �Did I mention that I�m the only one in my house that has this period free after lunch? Hope you won�t miss divination too much, Potter.�
�This reeks of the other night, you know. What you can�t take �No� for an answer,� Potter growled as they headed up the steps towards Draco�s dorm, distant memories of the previous night resurfacing in a slow, deja-vu like fashion.
Draco felt his body tense, �You weren�t protesting when we first started, in case you have forgotten.�
Harry stopped, causing Draco�s wand tip to press harshly into his back before he whirled around, �What happened last night, Draco. I want to know because I only recall fuzzy little tidbits. Tell me the truth,� Harry stated in one deep breath.
�We got drunk, ended up in bed naked, things heated up rather quickly,� he partially lied - after all he had been more than sober, but why bring that up at this point in time, right? �After a while, you said stop, I did, and have fully regretted it ever since,� he told the truth. �So, I figure, the only way I�m going to have a LITTLE piece of mind,� he moved forward and pushed Harry through the open door to the dormitory, �is I get to finish what I started.�
�You know what you can do, Draco - you can go fuck yourself because I will have no part in this! I haven�t changed my mind since last night regardless,� Harry roared, trying to push his way past the other boy and out to freedom.
�I�m not taking no for an answer this time,� Draco chuckled and shoved Harry hard, so that he landed away from the exit and on the floor. He slammed the only exit shut and quietly murmured a password-required locking spell. �Now then,� he clapped his hands together, �Onto the fun shall we?� He dodged a candlestick that was thrown his way, and quickly made his way towards the other boy only to be hit with Blaise�s copy of �Hogwarts, A History.� He felt his head spin, and swore he saw an owl or two floating around his head. Getting steady on his feet again he lunged at the boy-who-lived throwing him down onto the floor.
�Get off of me, Malfoy! HELP!� Harry screamed aloud.
�Oh CALM DOWN, Potter!� Malfoy hollered just as loud and went still as a knee connected with his groin. �Oh holy fuck, you did not just do that,� he groaned clutching his irritated manhood, and then whirled around on his knees to tackle a fleeing Potter back down to the ground.
Harry saw stars when he hit the ground again, and his mind was slow to process that just as quickly as he was on the ground, his pants and underwear were being pulled down around his ankles. He kicked out (as best he could against the gathered fabric), feeling another body, that of Draco�s, climbing up and over his legs to press him down and hold him still against the floor. They stayed like that for a bit, Harry�s cheek pressed against the carpeted floor, with Draco�s chest against hi back, holding him down. He fought, and he fought until finally he went very, very still.
�Come on Potter,� Draco stated, breathlessly - a bit winded from having to hang onto Harry while he tried to escape. �Take a chance again. Let me fuck you. I promise you�ll like it.�
�No,� Harry stated quietly.
Draco glared, �Please?�
�NO!� Harry refused. And then his breath caught as he felt a smooth hand slowly caressing his butt-cheeks.
�Are you sure?� Draco drawled. He moved his hand from one round curve to another, squeezing and needing each piece of flesh. He nuzzled the back of Potter�s neck, letting his tongue snake out to lick quickly and teasingly at the flesh there.
�No! I mean Yes!� Harry growled and tried to wiggle away from all of the touching. �Stop it! Stop doing that!� he stated from where he was pinned laying on his stomach, his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his cloak and shirt pushed up high, all the while underneath Malfoy.
�Stop doing what,� Malfoy stated breathlessly, as he continued to kiss the back of Harry�s neck, thrilled at seeing the goose-bumps it produced on the other boys flesh. �This?� he asked as his hands squeezed the other boy�s butt. �Or this?� he stated softly as he fingered the boy�s hole softly and gently, twirling circles around it just outside the entry.
Harry gasped as he felt a finger moving delicately outside of his butt-hole and pressed his hips closer to the carpet, trying to escape it.
�Don�t fight it, Potter, you�ll love it,� Malfoy smirked and then took his finger into his mouth, wetting it before pushing it back down and into Harry.
Harry jerked at the odd sensation - his ass still felt a little sore from the previous night. �From what I remember, I didn�t like it before, what makes you think I�d like it now,� he stated quietly.
Draco sighed, and then turned the other boy around so that they were chest to chest, face to face and of course, groin to groin. �We�ll do things a little differently this time,� Draco stated, still holding strongly onto Harry, the other boy�s wrists grasped firmly above his head as to ensure no possible last-minute escape.
Harry was silent a moment and sighed. �If we shag, will you, for the love of Merlin, please leave me alone?�
�Nope,� Draco smiled down at the other boy.
�WHY THE HELL NOT!?� Harry roared.
�Because I have a feeling I�ll want to shag you again,� he ground his hardening dick into the other boy. �And again, and again,� he stated each time with an added grind.
Harry could feel his body responding to the friction and gasped as Draco ground himself against his own slowly-hardening member. �Pl-please don�t, do that, I�m -� Harry murmured.
�That�s good that you are,� Draco kept moving, a bit breathless and leaned into kiss the other boy.
Harry saw Malfoy lean down and, knowing what was coming, turned his head away from the affection. �Potter, kiss me,� he stated quietly, looking at the boy who was doing anything but looking at him. �Potter, our dicks are pressed up against one another and you won�t bloody well even kiss me?!� Draco growled.
�No,� Harry turned to look the boy straight in the eye. �You want to fuck, fine - but since you don�t want anything more beyond that then we�re keeping this as impersonal as we can!� To Harry, a kiss always meant something sweet, something true and filled with love. What Draco was currently pursuing him for had nothing to do with any of that.
�Fine!� Draco stated and then yanked the other boy off of the ground and shoved him towards his bed. �Then at least we can agree now on the fuck.� He yanked off his Slytherin tie and went to wind the material around the other, surprised boy�s wrists, securing them to his headboard.
�Untie me, you wanker!� Harry glared from where he know lay tied to Draco Malfoy�s bed.
�No, I don�t think so. More than likely you�d try to knock me out and make an escape - but oh we� we�re through with the playing-hard-to-get Potter. I�m getting some ass now, thank you very much.�
�You selfish, conniving, conceited, arrogant . . .� Harry muttered as he watched Malfoy rid himself of his clothing. Unlike Harry he undressed entirely down to his birthday suit.
�Such a dirty mouth you have - hope we can find a better use for it,� Draco stated smartly, eyeing the other boy. What a pretty piece Potter made tied to his bed. The other boy�s pants and underwear were still a puddle around his ankles; he had the rest of his clothes on - a cloak that was bunched up around his shirt, vest and tie. His glasses were slightly crooked, sitting on one rather perky nose. But best yet was the piece of dick that sat nestled between two shapely thighs. It was all so very yummy. �Didn�t you say you weren�t a virgin, Potter? Funny thing was,� he stated as he crawled up and over the other boy who was bound to his bed, �When I entered your ass the last time it was damn tight. Seemed virgin to me.�
�Yeah you did a wonderful job of deflowering me from what I can remember, Malfoy,� Harry drawled. �Hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and when I get the chance I�ll be shoving that smirk of yours right up your ass so you can know how it feels!�
�Been there, done that already - remember I�m the one with experience,� Malfoy stated, as he plucked a bottle off of his bedside table.
�What is that?� Harry asked, slightly worried.
�Lube, idiot.� Malfoy stated, all the while smoothing it all over his hands.
Harry watched, as Malfoy made a fine job of wetting his hands with the material and then his eyes widened as he saw that Malfoy had started to drip it down is butt-crack.
�THAT�S COLD, DAMNIT!� he hollered and bucked his butt a bit at the change in temperature. �What the hell do you think you�re ahhhhh,� he found his eyes closed as something pushed his way into his anus. Harry looked down to note Malfoy was grinning at him while pushing his finger around inside of his butt.
�Still rather deliciously tight,� Malfoy licked his lips and felt his dick start to rise.
Harry started to pant a bit as that finger moved around, in-and-out only to gasp as what was unquestionably another digit was inserted in.
�Feels good?� Malfoy leaned down so that his chest met Harry�s. He kissed the boy on the cheek and chuckled when Harry turned his face away, obviously making sure to communicate that he still wasn�t up for a kiss. �Don�t worry Potter, no love here. I�ll fuck you like a whore and enjoy every moment of it,� he stated breathlessly as he lowered his mouth down to suck on Harry�s neck (aiming for a nice, dark hickey for all to see) and all the while his fingers were moving delicately in and out of his partner�s ass.
�Oh god,� Harry stated and closed his eyes as his erection twitched a bit with yet another jab by his partner�s finger. He hated himself the moment he spread his legs a little bit wider. Some part of his idiotic, primitive brain screamed �More! Take more!� It felt so good - the way Draco�s fingers were playing with him, it didn�t hurt and he was sure that he could spend hours being felt up like that. He jumped when he felt those fingers move to massage his balls, squeezing and tugging.
Draco kept right-on loving Harry�s neck, kissing, nipping and much to his partner�s surprise - biting, leaving harsh marks here and there only to follow them with light, fluttering brushes of his soft lips. He could feel his own manhood starting to leak some pre-cum and knew that he needed to do more with Harry�s ass than just fondle it. He looked down in pleasure to see the other boy withering rather wantonly on his bed, his wrists fighting against the restraints and his legs stretching wide and far apart, obviously offering his hole up to be fucked.
�Here we go, Potter,� Draco ground out.. �Can�t - wait - any - longer,� he ground out as he positioned his own hard penis outside of the boy�s entryway.
The words were slow to make sense to Harry but as they did he tensed a bit, and his eyes went wide, �Draco!� he stated quickly with a bit of hesitation, but deep inside, this time, he did want it all.
�Yes!� Draco moaned in ecstacy as he drove into Harry Pr. r. It felt so good, so tight, the other boy�s ass was still clean fresh, only one stroke from the previous night had ever stretched him wide. �Oh yes,� he growled, nipping at the other boy�s neck playfully again, then pulling back to arch his back into the sensation of having finally penetrated the other boy.
Harry grunted and shifted, trying to accustom himself to the new feeling of being filled by another guy. It felt a bit uncomfortable and yet, as the seconds passed by, he warmed up to the experience. His muscles began to relax and seemed to pulse, in tune to the twitching of Draco�s dick inside of him. His eyes went wide as Draco withdrew halfway and then pushed back inside.
Draco felt a bit of smug satisfaction - it was as good as he had guessed it was going to be.
�Oh yeah,� Draco sighed as he started moving in and out of Harry�s ass. He watched with delight as the other boy squirmed in pleasure and frustration at not being able to reach down and take his own erection to hand.
Draco pulled out as far as he could and slammed in as hard as he could. If he hadn�t been so excited with the sex he might have laughed to have seen the surprised look on Potter�s face as he felt for the first time that wonderful little thing known as the prostate going to work.
�Uhn, Draco!� Harry hollered again as his prostate was hit again. �Oh, yes, please!� he whimpered not caring that he was giving into the passion of it all.
Draco felt pride and satisfaction at hearing Harry call out his name and watched as the boy started to loose it to his hormones. Oh yes, this was all very good. He watched as he fast and furiously rode the boy-who-lived to the point of a building orgasm. Oh yes, Potter�s dick was jumping and leaking for it all.
�That�s it, come for me Potter! Let me hear you scream!� Draco groaned out as fulfillment neared.
It was only a matter of seconds, seconds filled with thrusting, sweating, moaning and whimpers, later that they both hit orgasm together.
�Draco, oh FUCK me!� Harry screamed, as his body went into overload.
�You�re MINE Potter! Fucking . . Mine!� Draco yelled out and pushed good and hard, one last final time into the other boy.
Harry�s body jerked with sensation as he felt Draco claim him one last time with a solid thrust. His chest rose and fell rapidly with much needed gulps of air.
Draco collapsed a bit of his weight down and against Harry�s chest. He felt the stickiness of the skin of his lower body, near his groin sticking to Harry�s own and smiled. It was all good. He slowly pulled gently out of the other boy and watched him pant steady and heavy breaths, his eyelids shut, sweat creasing his brow, drenching strands of jet-black hair to a lovely forehead. Draco watched as the other boy�s fingers curled and uncurled, still objecting to his wrists being restrained. Yes, at that moment, Draco Malfoy could think of nothing else but how beautiful Harry Potter was. And how that beautiful Harry Potter was his.
�Beautiful and mine,� Draco smiled and gently reached out to push away the other boys bangs to see the scar there. Harry looked up and into Draco�s gray eyes. Their eyes met and everything stilled.
�Going to kiss me this time, Potter?� Malfoy smirked, his lips nearing the other boy�s. Harry licked his lips, and shook his head.
Draco snorted, �Still means that much to you does it? Even after a good fuck? A kiss is worth more?�
�Absolutely,� Harry stated quietly. �A kiss is worth more than a fuck any day.�
�If you say so, Potter,� Draco stated just as qui. H. He leaned forward and ignored that Potter tensed.
Instead of kissing the other boy on the lips, he dropped a light one to the lighting bolt scar on his forehead before untying him from the bed.
As soon as Harry�s wrists were free, he moved off the bed and pulled up his pants, preparing to leave.
�Potter,� Malfoy�s voice stopped him, he leaned over the bed and withdrew the other boy�s confiscated wand, tossing it to him..
�What,� Harry stated quietly as he caught his wand.
�You can count on this happening again,� Malfoy grinned from where he stretched idly on the disheveled bed.
�Not a chance,� Potter glared before he slammed the dormitory door behind him on his way out. �Yes, but that�s what started this all,� Malfoy stated smugly to himself.
�Take a chance . . . � And so they both had; He would impatiently wait for tomorrow.

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Tomorrow came, and went, and so did another day and then another; it turned into three long days before Draco�s frustration turned to desperation.
For three full days since the initial full-out shag with Potter, the boy-who-lived had managed to avoid his nemesis quite successfully.
Each time Draco tried to get near Harry (whether it be to share a seat beside the boy in Potions or to just plain try and drag him into a deserted classroom in-between studies) he was either told-off, flicked off, fought or hexed off or carefully avoided by being in crowded areas or with friends. It was beginning to drive Draco mad, mad to the point that in order to shag Potter again he would have to do some dirty work.
�Longbottom!� he hollered and watched as the chubby Gryffindor came to a shaky halt from where he had been trudging along towards the entry-way to the Gryffindor tower.
Neville swallowed carefully and then turned around to face the Malfoy heir a.k.a the Slytherin prince. �Yes?� he squeaked and squeezed his eyes closed in a wince.
Draco sauntered carefully over to the other boy and stopped a foot�s distance from him. �I need to speak to Granger.�
�Hermoine?! You want to speak to Hermione?� Neville gawked, his jaw dropping open for added emphasis.
�Isn�t that what I just said?� Draco drawled, raising one very shapely and aristocratic eyebrow.
�Right. Okay. Um, just a minute,� Neville babbled, then turned to whisper the password to the fat-lady in order to go inside.
Draco watched with amusement as the other boy disappeared from sight. He waited and then waited some more. Finally, after wondering if Fat-Bottom had pulled a rare one-over on him the portrait swung wide open and who should step out but Granger, the mudblood, herself.
�Granger,� Draco nodded. �About time.�
Hermione snorted and glared. �What do you want, Malfoy? Harry won�t come down-�
�I already guessed that Granger,� Draco growled. �Bloody golden-boy seems to have taken an extreme dislike to my person all of a sudden and it�s really irritating me.�
�Well, what do you expect with the way you�re treating him!� Hermione huffed.
�Treating him?! I want him, isn�t that enough?!� Draco yelled, losing his ever professed cool for a moment before taking a deeeatheath.
�No, it�s not enough, Malfoy,� Hermione stated cooly and leaned against the stone wall, her arms folded regarding the other boy. �What do you want, then?� she asked again.
Malfoy murmured something and then choked and coughed.
�I�m sorry, didn�t quite catch that -� Hermione glared.
�I need your help getting Potter,� Malfoy spat. �It�s been three days since I�ve had him all to myself. THREE. Do you realize that I haven�t shagged anyone else since him?�
�Like I care, Malfoy. Why should I help you,� Hermione challenged. �You�ve been nothing but rude to me and Ron, you stalk and molest Harry,� she began.
�I am NOT stalking him. As for molesting . . hmm, I just want his ass, WHAT?!?!� he sighed. �I�m just being honest.�
�Right,� Hermione stated curtly.
�I really, really like his ass, you know,� Draco added sheepishly and looked up at the girl again.
�What about HARRY. Do you like HARRY, Malfoy? There�s Harry�s ass and then there�s HARRY, you know,� she stated smartly. �Two different things.�
�Er, yes, well maybe, see . . . it�s complicated,� Draco stumbled. �And his name, as far as I�m concerned, is POTTER, not Ha- . . . . Har-� he stuttered. �Not that other one.�
�Either you do or you don�t,� Hermione brought them to a stalemate. �When you decide, let me know, until then - bugger off!� she glared and then turned and went back inside the Gryffindor tower, the portrait slamming behind her.

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Dinner came and Malfoy sat quietly, chewing his food but not really tasting anything. He had a few things on his mind, most of which (of course) concerned Potter.
Draco looked across the hall to where the Gryffindor sat, eating his food and talking happily with the mudblood and weasel. It were as if he didn�t have a concern in the world - as if not having a shag for three full days didn�t affect him.
Draco was affected. It was inexcusable that he was being made to suffer this way - that Potter was actually refusing him another good time after the one they had shared. Blast it all - it almost made him want to ask himself where did he go wrong? But he didn�t go wrong, he was a Malfoy after all. Malfoy�s took what they wanted, regardless.
Draco glared at the golden boy from across the Great Hall and stabbed his fork into his dinner.
�What�s wrong,� Pansy sighed from where she sat to his left.
�Nothing,� Draco growled.
�Draco, honey, spill it,� Pansy stated firmly. �You�re driving us all mad tonight. Not a single smart-ass comment, all silent and frustrated-like, stabbing your dinner - this just is not healthy!�
Draco threw his fork down on his plate and soon had the attention of Blaise as well. �It�s Potter,� he spat.
�I knew it,� Blaise stated satisfied from his right.
�Shut up, Zabini,� Draco cut him off continuing. �Saint Potter,� he sneered using one of his treasured names for the other boy. �Gave him a good time three days ago, even after the disaster at the party, and have we had another go of it yet? NO!�
�You fucked Potter - again?!� Pansy�s jaw dropped. �But that�s - that�s not . .�
�Oh it�s possible,� Blaise stated thoughtfully, chewing on a breadstick. �Knowing Draco, it�s very possible.�
�He�s over there right now, ignoring me - acting as though nothing happened!� Draco pouted. �I�ve been trying to have another moment with him for the past three days and he just bloody well keeps avoiding the inevitable!�
�What�s inevitable,� Crabbe suddenly perked up from where he sat across the table.
�Me fucking Potter again,� Draco sighed.
�Oh, right, okay,� Crabbe stated without interest and went back to his delicious meal.
�I swear, it�s not fair.�
�So what are the facts here,� Pansy thought. �How should we look at things this time around.�
Draco groaned, �Don�t start that �let�s look at the brighter side of things� shit, Pansy. Not now.�
�No, no everything sucks lately, don�t worry,� Pansy patted her friend on the shoulder. �Basically your dilemma is this - the night of the party, you semi-had Potter, then you really had Potter, and now you want to have Potter again. But you can�t seem to have him again. Oh, well, that�s not good is it? You�re bound to be sexually frustrated then for well the rest of the year? The rest of your life? Hmm, that didn�t help did it.�
�Just shut up, Pansy,� Blaise rolled his eyes. �Here�s the deal, man-to-man,� Blaise smirked. �You want him - go get him.�
�I. Tried. That. You. Idiot.� Draco grounded out. �He�s always ready for something, anything I throw his way of late, always on guard since I dragged him off to my room and we did the deed.�
�Did you force him?� Blaise quirked an eyebrow.
�Eh . . well we had a little bondage moment,� Draco shrugged sheepishly.
�I love bondage,� Blaise stated thoughtfully.
�Best time to catch someone off-guard is when they�re in a comfy-zone,� Pansy stated simply, without thought as she ate.
Both Blaise and Draco stared at the unknowing girl and blinked.
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�Comfy-zone,�� Draco snorted. �Only you, Pansy.�
�That�s it!� Blaise exclaimed. �When you�ve been trying to, ahem, �get� to Potter again it�s been in and around times and places he�s expected you�d try to. Why not really catch him off guard at the times and places he would assume you really wouldn�t dare try to.�
�Like where,� Draco was thoughtful.
�Well isn�t it obvious, one of the places is here and now,� Blaise smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.
Draco gasped and looked around at the filled Great Hall; students from all houses and even the teachers were present for the evening meal. �ARE YOU INSANE?!� Draco hollered and several people spared a moment to look curiously his way.
�I�m not proposing you shag him on the Gryffindor table . . .�Blaise stated.
�Oh now that would be delicious,� Pansy panted.
�I�m just saying - start small - do little things to throw him off, shake his resolve! Instead of trying to tackle his ass directly to your bed for a bit of bondage sport, go after him in ways he wouldn�t think you�re capable of,� Blaise nodded. �A little surprise here, a little surprise there . . .�
�Slowly break him, catch him off guard when he thinks he�s safe,� Draco stated thoughtfully.
�Well yes, that�s the darker version of what I said,� Blaise rolled his eyes.
�That would mean publicly declaring my interest in Potter,� Draco sighed. �That my interest is going beyond our duels and more towards getting in his pants.�
�Yes, I guess it would,� Blaise propped his chin up on his hands. �Problem with that?�
Draco paused a moment. �Not if it means I finally get some ass again. No, none at all.� He stood up and smoothed out his robes.
�Where are you going?� Pansy asked innocently enough.
�To get Potter,� Draco drawled and set off towards a very crowded Gryffindor table.
�Oh boy,� Pansy sighed.
�Here we go!� Blaise grinned with mischievous glee.

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Harry was trying with all his might to not snort his glass of pumpkin juice up his nose as he laughed along with the other boys at the Gryffindor table to Seamus� latest joke. He was enjoying the latest humor so much that he soon found he was the only one who was still laughing at a dead quiet table.
�Guys? What�s wrong?� Harry blinked and looked around at the glaring faces . . . glaring faces that all seemed to be focused right on something behind him. Harry swallowed and craned his neck around so he could see what was going on. Mark that, it wasn�t something it was someone and a certain said someone that he had been successfully avoiding for the past three days - until, well, now.
�Hello, Potter,� Malfoy sneered. �Long time, no see.�
�Shit,� Harry swore and turned back around to face his plate again.
�What was that, Potter?� Malfoy stated, a bit of amusement lacing his words.
�He said bugger off, Malfoy,� Ron sneered at the blond Slytherin who was standing right behind his best friend in a rather nose-wrinkling manner. There was something going on that Ron just couldn�t place - something in the, well, interactions lately between Harry and Malfoy that were worrying him just a teeny tiny bit.
�I wasn�t speaking to you Weasley,� Malfoy directed a cold, regal glare upon the redhead. �I was speaking to this,� he leaned down over Harry, his lips caressing the side of the other boy�s cheek ever so closely, �delicious bit of goods, right here.�
Harry felt everyone�s glare go from Malfoy to staring at him, their jaws slightly agape.
�What are you playing at?!� Harry muttered, trying to stand up from his seat at the table but was pushed back down again by Malfoy�s hands on his shoulders.
�Um, what is happening here?� Neville stated quietly.
Draco smirked to himself and with one raised eyebrow started to massage Harry�s shoulders rather sensuously.
Harry smacked at Draco�s hands and kept trying to shrug off his attentive hands.
�People, is Draco Malfoy giving Harry Potter a massage or am I going to have to take a trip to St. Mungo�s?� Seamus gawked.
�It is not a massage,� Harry growled at all the boys.
�He�s feeling you up!� Ron roared and stood up in a rage at the table. �Get your bloody hands off of him, you pervert!�
�What would you know about perverts, Weasel? Oh that�s right . . . takes one to know one,� Draco smiled. Draco shrugged at the lot of them, felt like chuckling at Harry who was probably ready to turn around and sock him one and then leaned down to kiss the other boy on the cheek rather quickly, �We can leave the bumbling lot of them behind and go somewhere more private if you�d like.� He waggled his eyebrows with emphasis, knowing he was causing a stir and loving every moment of it. Most of the Great Hall was dead silent now - no one had moved or said a word - not even the teachers. No one knew what to do or what to think - this sort of, er, thing had never happened between those particular two boys before.
Hermione snorted from where she sat, reading a book, on the outskirts of the table by the group of boys.
�You, how, I, you, !!� Harry was ready to blow - the audacity of Malfoy to do something in front of his friends like this.
�I know, I know,� Malfoy sighed dramatically and leaned over to hug Harry to him, �it�s all so confusing isn�t it? How could the two of us, sworn enemies, ever learn to get along, let alone shag, right?�
�Bloody hell!� Ron roared. don�don�t believe a word of it! Not a word!�
�It�s . . . he . . . I!!� Harry was still trying to deal with the situation. Never in a million years had he dreamed Draco Malfoy would try something like this. Bringing up what had transpired between the two of them in public . . .?! It was insane. �Are you insane?!� Harry hissed quietly towards the other boy who was holding him quite too close for comfort.
�Agree to spending your free period after potions tomorrow with me and I�ll pretend like s jus just trying to get one over on you, Potter,� Malfoy whispered into the other boy�s ear.
�No!� Harry stated fiercely back.
�You protest too much,� Draco murmured and started to drag Harry up from his seat and closer into his embrace.
�Alright!� Harry hissed fighting out of the Slytherin�s clutches and trying to regain a composure. He shoved at Malfoy sending the other boy stumbling back a step. �Alright. Enough Malfoy. Leave us all alone.� Harry ed aed at his cloak and shirt awkwardly, trying to play everything up as though it were nothing.
Malfoy stood there for a moment, his gaze never leaving Potter�s. He smirked then and nodded his head. �Its been grand playing with you, Potter. See you around.�
Everyone watched in shock and amazement as the young Slytherin waltzed out of the hall with a grace and ease that only Malfoys were capable of.
Harry sighed, felt a headache starting to form at his temple and then turned back around to face his friends at the Gryffindor table. �He�s such a wanker,� he muttered, trying to ignore the feeling of blood rushing up to his cheeks in embarrassment.
�What was he playing at?� Ron growled and sat back down. He watched as Harry joined them. �Honestly that git was feeling you up like he had some right to! Not bloodly likely. He wouldn�t have a chance in hell with you, mate.�
Hermione sighed rather loudly from where she was still engrossed in her book.
All of the boys turned to look at her incredulously.
Harry Potter then (in agreement with the silent Hermione) sighed too.

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