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Author: VirginSuicide 1. Library Musings2. Fantasies3. The Plan4. Study Date5. Sleeping With The Enemy

PG-13 - English - Romance/General - Reviews: Pub Published: 07-09-03 - Updated: 10-10-03 id:1421079

Title: Manners
Author: VirginSuicide
Rating: R Just to be sure
Summary: Draco�s feelings on Harry. Romance� This is SLASH! You have been warned; so if this doesn�t sit with you, don�t bother reading it, then getting insulted and leaving a flame� I�ll save your time for you� THIS IS SLASH!!!!
Disclaimer: I don�t own anything!
A/N: OotP SPOILERS!!! Mentions events of the fifth book including the name of the person who died.

Chapter 3: The Plan

�You need to get him on his own, Draco,� Blaise said matter of fact. �You�re taking too big of a step, trying to confront him in front of the other two.�

�It�s not exactly easy to get him without his guard dogs,� Draco replied spitefully.

�And, I also think you should involve the rest of Slytherin, they can help,� Blaise continued, ignoring Draco�s comment. Draco spluttered.

�The rest of --- You�re out of your mind if you think I�m telling all of Slytherin House that I am in love with Harry!�

Blaise and Draco were currently sitting in the seventh year boys� dorms, discussing the �Harry Situation�. They had sent Vince and Greg off and left Hogsmeade, Draco no longer felt like being there.
It was tiresome and hard work, but Blaise finally convinced Draco to tell a select few Slytherins who would be happy to help, and Prsor sor Snape, who was their head of house and close to the Slytherins, particularly Draco. This was how their plans were put into action.
Draco lay in bed restless. He was excited and nervous and one hundred other things. He should have remembered that Slytherins nearly always stuck together. Well, with small matters like this anyway. If it were a life or death situation, most Slytherins would sell you out to save their own hides. Survival Instinct came first, but with matters like his, they all rallied together and helped. They had to; it was every one in the school against them. Plus, a lot of them haen fen friends since childhood. On Monday, Blaise, Vince, Greg, Pansy, Millicent and Professor Snape would be helping him with the �Harry Situation� and he was scared. What if I tell him I love him and he laughs at me? His heart constricted painfully at the thought. No. He wasn�t going to think like that.
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Harry was having a bad day.
He had had an assignment to do last night and hadn�t gotten to bed until late, so he woke up late. He sent Ron ahead to breakfast as he raced around getting ready. He didn�t have time to dry his hair, so it was dripping down his neck, making him cold, and then, nearly at the Great Hall, his bag burst open. He cursed as he bent down to pick it up, when Malfoy had come along. Instead of taunts, as Harry had expected, he had bent down and helped him pick up his books. Standing up, Harry eyed the Slytherin suspiciously, as Draco smiled slightly and held out his books in shaking hands. Harry snatched them up and stuffed them into his repaired bag, still looking suspiciously at Malfoy.
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but Harry cut in.

�Thanks,� he muttered, as he fixed his bag strap, ready to leave. He didn�t want to hear any thing Malfoy had to say. Malfoy looked panicked as Harry made to leave, and Harry frowned. But it was soon apparent to Harry why he had looked like that as he was knocked from behind, hard, knocking Malfoy over and landing on top of him.
�Oof!� the air was knocked out of Harry and it took a while to get his bearings straight. Crabbe, or maybe it was Goyle, had come glomping around the corner, and knocked into him. Probably trying to catch up with his master Harry thought sourly, as he attempted to get up.
�Are alrialright?� Malfoy had asked, concernedly, as he got up from the floor, panting slightly and looking flushed. Harry looked at him in surprise, before his eyes narrowed. He was probably being sarcastic Harry thought.

�Just peachy,� Harry replied sarcastically. He turned to Crabbe, or was it Goyle, �ten points from Slytherin for acting like a buffoon,� he said, tapping his Head Boy badge, before walking off, into the Great Hall.
At breakfast, he had just finished putting the right amount of honey on his toast, some thing that needs time to be perfected, when the post arrived. A school barn owl swooped down, dropping a beautiful, black rose, beside his plate. Hermione, who had been sitting beside him, had squealed, and reached for it, knocking his pumpkin juice onto his plate. His perfect amount, properly spread honey on toast was now floating in a pumpkin juice lake on his plate. He scowled as he reached for an apple and viciously bit into it.

�Look Harry,� Hermione bounced beside him, �it got past your wards and came from a school barn owl; it�s some one from school!� Harry rolled his eyes at her excitement; she was always trying to set him up.
Harry was no stranger to fan mail, much to his chagrin. Being the Boy-Who-Lived, winning Witch Weekly�s Most Charming Smile for two years now, continuously being on the front of every magazine and newspaper and England�s Seeker in this years World Cup, he was bound to get used to it.
Between his fifth and sixth year, he had done a lot of growing up; emotionally, physically, and magly. ly. With the knowledge of the prophecy, and Sirius�s death still fresh in his mind, he had spent the summer studying and training incessantly. After �Mad-Eye- Moody�s parting words, his Uncle had dropped him off at the Leaky Cauldron when Harry had asked, grumbling that they were in London already anyway. He had bought a trunk full of books, on just about everything, and a few other things to help him. He also changed some of his money, to muggle money.
With his muggle money, he bought himself new clothes, Martial Art lessons and a three-month Gym membership, among other things. Every day, he would wake up at five, shower, then jog the three miles to the gym. He would work out for a couple of hours, before his Karate Do class would start. He would have his lesson, before jogging back home and hitting the books.
At first, his under-developed muscles and grief-ridden mind had screamed in protest, yet he had stuo ito it, every day. His running and gym work built up his muscles, perfected his agility on his feet, and kept him fit. His Sensei taught him self defense both with and without a weapon. He learnt how to use knives, Sai�s, Bo�s, and nunchakus, but he focused on the unarmed fighting more.
It was his studying though that he obsessed about. He studied every thing he could get his hands on. Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and Poisons, Magical Maladies/Healing, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Defence Against the Dark Arts, the Dark Arts, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Occlumency, Animagi, Wandless Magic, everything!
He came back to school and into the Wizarding World with hidden knowledge of a full-grown Mage. Every one had noticed his change, not just physically, but also in his Aura as well. Gone was the under-nourished, shy, na�ve little boy, and in his place was a handsome, powerful wizard, who was as quick as lightning with his wand and could ouel uel anyone.
Then came the embarrassing news that he had won With Weekly�s Most Charming Smile award; he still grimaced at the thought. The Boy-Who-Lived had grown into a man. The Slytherins had had a field day. Especially Snape. He never missed the opportunity to embarrass Harry in class and was always comparing him to Lockhart.
At the end of his sixth year, he had had his annual meeting with Voldemort and his faithful death-eaters and gave them quite a shock. Voldemort was progressively getting worse. More deaths, more followers, more terror. Their meeting had left Voldemort angry. Harry Potter was no longer a little boy with an abundance of good luck. No, he had grown into Voldemort�s equal. Some one who could hold their own against him, and that scared him a little. Harry Potter was turning out to be a younger Dumbledore and that was the last thing Voldemort needed.
The World Cup was set to begin in his seventh year, and he was pleasantly surprised when he was asked to try out for England�s Seeker position and even more surprised when he got it. He would be doing exactly what Victor Krum had done; manage school and training, which was fine with him. He was relatively happy with his busy life, but he was a bit lonely.
Hermione giggled, which effectively bought him out of his musings and back to his bad day. She looked at him with big, excited brown eyes.

�This is really romantic. Smell it,� she urged. Harry sighed dispassionately and begrudgintooktook the rose from her and smelled it.

�It smells like a rose,� he replied unromantically. Hermione rolled her eyes before turning to her boyfriend, Ron.

�How come you�ve never sent me a rose?� she accused. Ron glared over her head atry, ry, who was smirking.
The day was progressively getting worse. He had left breakfast to attend his first class; Double Advanced Potions with Hermione. Snape had then issued his death sentence in the form of a four-week assignment, which was to be completed in and out of class, with partners. It wouldn�t have been so bad, had he not just paired him up with Malfoy.
Harry groaned as he made his way to the seat beside Malfoy. Glaring at the unusually quiet boy, Harry pulled out his equipment.
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Draco had woken up that morning after a restful nights sleep. Today was Monday, and the first day of the plan. He spent longer getting ready this morning, gelling his hair, and making sure he looked immaculate. He then waited near the Great Hall, in the shadows, for Blaise�s signal. Blaise was hiding somewhere on the other side, waiting for Harry to come down so he could whisper a spell and rip his bag; making all of his books fall out. After Blaise�s signal, Draco walked around the corner, coming upon the back of Harry as he cursed and picked up his things.
Walking around Harry, positioning himself in front of him for the next part of the plan, Draco bent down and helped pick up the books. His heart was beating painfully. His hands were tingling and shaking. He kept his eyes down until they had picked up every thing. Standing up, he bought his eyes up to look into Harry�s icioicious ones. He stopped breathing as he tried to smile, and extended his shaking hands.
Harry snatched his books from Draco�s hands and stuffed them in his bag. D�s h�s heart jumped into his throat as Harry�s hand brushed against his, shooting tingles up his arm, to his heart. He opened his mouth to say �Good morning�, but Harry cut in with a quiet �thanks�, which made Draco�s heart stop, then beat twice as fast.
Harry started to leave and Draco panicked. Harry couldn�t leave yet; Vincent hadn�t knocked him into me yet! But Harry hadn�t the chance to leave before his big friend had come crashing around the corner. Everything went straight to plan; Vince knocked him into Draco, and Draco brought them down, landing under Harry.
Draco couldn�t help it; he groaned as Harry landed on top of him, his knee pressing against his already hard penis, and his face buried in the crook of his neck. He hoped Harry mistook it as a groan of pain, ahat hat he was too disorientated to notice hard ard member pressed against him. Luck seemed to be on his side as Harry quickly got up and didn�t seem to notice.

�Are you alright,� he had asked. At least his laboured breathing could be put down to having the wind knocked out of him. Harry looked at him in surprise, but that didn�t last long. His eyes narrowed as they usually did when they were set on him. He replied sarcastically, took points off of Slytherin, and then stormed off into the Great Hall.
Draco sighed wistfully as he watched the retreating figure. His whole body was tingling and shaking slightly from having Harry pressed against him. He entered the Great Hall with Blaise and Vince, ready for the next part. Sending Harry a flower had been Pansy�s idea, but he had decided on it being a black rose. The girls had wanted him to send a poem along with it, but he had glared stating he didn�t do �mushy�.
Draco watched as Harry perfected his Honey on Toast; some thing Draco did a lot and enjoyed doing. He watched as the post came and the barn owl swooped down and dropped the rose beside Harry�s plate. Draco watched nervously as Harry looked at the rose, surprised, before it was snatched by the mudblood, who also knocked over Harry�s pumpkin juice, right onto Harry�s plate. Draco scowled at the same time as Harry did, who picked up an apple and bit into it viciously. Draco had given the owl specific instructions to make sure it landed beside Harry�s plate, so no ill feelings would be associated with the rose, and the mudblood completely ruined it! Not to mention she stole the rose off of him, and put her dirty mudblood germs all over it. It probably didn�t even smell nice any more! He thought angrily, as he watched her shove it at him for him to smell. Blaise placed a hand discreetly on Draco�s arm and whispered out of the side of his mouth.

�Don�t worry about it,� he soothed, �it�s still a success and only day one. Relax.�

Now Now he sat in Potions, continuously smoothing his robes. Once again, his hands were shaking. He was waiting for Professor Snape to call out the partners. They had discussed it already with him; he knew Harry was his partner. Professor Snape had been less then thrilled to find out who Draco�s long time obsession was. His grudge for Harry had grown after Harry had saved his life. Twice.
The first had been at the end of sixth year, when he was uncovered as a spy by Voldemort. He was caught shortly before they captured Harry. They were going to take their time in killing the traitor. Torturing him first. He was put into a cell and treated to regular torture sessions, and was nearly dead when Harry found him. Being tortured himself; Harry had used wandless magic to summon his wand. He escaped from his cell, and instead of simply leaving, he began his search for his hated Potions professor. He had taken out quite a few Death Eaters as well. He duelled with them and when he won, he transfigured them into buttons and stashed them in his pocket.
He finally came across the ex-Death Eater Spy lying on the floor of a cell, on the other side of the castle. Summoning Snape�s wand, he carried the broken man over his shoulder out of the castle, using his wand to duel with the Death Eaters in their path. Snape had come back to consciousness when Harry had grabbed him to haul him over his shoulder, and seeing Harry, he had tried to refuse being saved. Harry had simply rolled his eyes, hitched him up properly, and muttered some thing along the lines of �stubborn greasy git�. He had then coaxed Snape into insulting him, to keep him talking. Had Snape fallen back unconscious then, he probably would have died.
They had made it out of the castle, before Voldemort was alerted but not off the grounds. Harry had dropped Snape unceremoniously on the ground and duelled with Voldemort (Voldemort using a Death Eaters wand). Because Voldemort wasn�t using his own wand, he wasn�t performing as well as he would usually and had backed out. Harry had wasted no time in hauling himself and Snape past the anti-apparating points and apparated them both back to the edge of Hogwarts. Apparating two people was some thing no one had been able to do before.
The second time had been at the start of this year. Harry had had a prophetic dream about Snape being poisoned in his rooms by some sort of gas coming through his fire place and had gone running down there and pulled the unconscious man out. Snape still hadn�t forgiven him for saving his life. Snape wasn�t suicidal but he would rather be dead then owe a Potter another life debt.
�Potter and Malfoy,� Professor Snape smirked, bringing Draco out of his musings. He looked over at Harry to see him glaring at Snape, as he got up and made his way over. The glare was then directed at him.
�You are to pick one of these subjects. Then you are to write an essay on your subject and make a potion. You will start now,� Professor Snape finished as he sat down behind his desk.
Now for the next part, Draco thought nervously as he turned to face Harry and stuck his hand out. Harry looked at the hand confused, before looking back up at Draco.

�A truce,� Draco started, �I don�t want to fail potions,� he drawled. Harry stared at him. Blaise, Pansy and Professor Snape were all discreetly watching. Draco held his breath as Harry opened his mouth.

�Fine Malfoy,� he said, not taking the hand, �you keep your smart-ass comments to yours and and I won�t retaliate.� And with that he got up, and walked to the front of the class to grab one of the potions books there, to look through for their project.
Draco let out his breath as his hand dropped to his side. Well he didn�t take my hand again, but he did agree to a truce. This cheered him up slightly, although he was desperate for more contact. Harry returned with the book.

�What subject are we going to do?� Harry asked, as he flipped through the book, occasionally looking at the list of available subjects on the board.

�Soul Mates,� Draco replied, a bit too quickly. He flushed. This was also apart of the plan. He was sure that if soul mates existed, then he and Harry would be soul mates.

�Soul Mates are overrated,� Harry scowled, �Let�s do Truth Serums.� Draco frowned. It wasn�t apart of the plan, but it could work. If they made a truth serum, Draco could try it, and Harry would ask him whom he loved. Harry would have to believe him then. This was better then the plan.

�Alright,� he conceded, �Truth Serums it is.� Harry looked at him in surprise. He had fully expected Malfoy to argue with him.
Maybe it won�t be so bad working with the Ferret.
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