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One Chance	By : wretchedscar Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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. If you have any doubts about any of these things then for goodness sake - go find some fluff (nothing against fluff, I love fluff - but right now, it just isn't 100% here)! Thanks!

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Harry was walking out of potions with Ron and Hermione when he stopped suddenly, seeing Draco standing just around the corner from them, leaning against the wall, his arms folded casually waiting. Waiting for him, no doubt.

�I swear Malfoy just has to start something,� Ron growled as he moved forward, pulling his wand out of his robes.

Harry was about to protest, making up something when Hermione�s firm voice beat him to it.

�Ronald Weasley you put that wand away and come back here this instant!� Hermione huffed.

Ron halted abruptly from his advancement forward and spun around, flabbergasted, to face the girl. �Hermione?!� he wailed incredously.

�Don�t you �Hermione� me! Harry is a �big-boy� and can take care of himself. Especially where Malfoy is concerned. Isn�t that right, Harry?� she asked, pointedly, her words laced with several layers of meanings that only the two out of the three of them understood directly.

�Right,� Harry�s voice was a bit rough around the edges from the shock of it all.

�Come along,� Hermione held out her hand to Ron.

Ron stood for a moment, then, jaw opening and closing a few times, took her hand and allowed himself to be tugged away.
Harry stood in the hallway by himself, hugging his books to his chest, watching as his friends left. He sighed and turned to face Malfoy and suddenly memories of the other day at lunch came flooding back to him and he charged forward. Catching the other boy off-guard he threw down his books and then shoved Draco hard against the wall.
�You bloody bastard! What were you thinking yesterday when you . . nevermind you don�t have a bloody brain do you I can�t believe that you . . . of all the . . .�
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and gently patted Harry�s hands which were in fists, clutching tightly at his shirt. �It�ll be okay scarhead. You worry overly much.�
�Don�t call me �scarhead�!� Harry growled.
Draco pried Harry�s hands from his shirt and then bent over to pick up Harry�s things. �You have a woman�s temper, Potter.�
Harry blinked.
�Save the retort,� Malfoy interrupted anything that might have been said. �Come on, let�s go back to my dormitory.� He sighed with annoyance at the look he received from the other boy. �It�s closer, okay? That�s all.�
�Yeah right,� Harry muttered and snatched his books out of Draco�s hands.
They walked side-by-side towards the entry to the Slytherin common room. After Draco quietly said the password, they entered and headed up the stairs, ignoring the startled looks from a few first years who were loitering around in the common area.
Harry couldn�t believe he was freely walking right back into the same place he had unwillingly been only three days ago. He didn�t know why his feet were carrying him along behind Malfoy as though nothing were wrong and it wasn�t an unusual occurrence - but they were.
Draco kept glancing over his shoulder, surprised Potter hadn�t made a run for it - but if the Gryffindor was anything it wasn�t a coward.
Draco pushed open the door and let Harry, who paused slightly, enter first.
Harry threw his books down on the bedside table and sat on Draco�s bed. �So what now? What do you want Malfoy?� He held up his hand as Malfoy started to speak, �Yes, yes I know - you want sex. But lately there seems to be something else, doesn�t there?�
�Why do you say that,� Malfoy asked, standing in front of the other boy, arms at his sides but with an assessing look on his face.
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. �You could have any girl or guy for that matter that you wanted. You didn�t have to keep on pursuing me for three days when I kept saying �no.� So why go to all this trouble to get me, of all people, persistently?�
�I like your ass,� Malfoy grinned. He was hit fair and square in the face with a pillow.
�Come on Malfoy. Show some guts . . . spill a little bit more, hm?� Harry challenged.
Malfoy shook his head and then went to sit by Harry. �So, the Weasel seemed pretty upset by me touching you,� he stated and gently reached out to trail a finger tip down the other boy�s neck.
Harry jerked away from the touch. �Imagine how I feel about it all, Ferret-boy.�
�Last time . . .� Draco stated breathlessly.
�. . .Was the last time,� Harry stated firmly before standing up and moving away.
�No,� Draco stated. �It wasn�t.�
�Oh,� Harry gave him a cunning look. �So now it�s your turn to protest is it?�
�Shut up, Potter!� Malfoy quickly stood up.
�In all of this mess, Malfoy,� Harry stated. �Did you ever think of what your father would say?�
�Don�t bring him into this,� Malfoy stated quietly, glaring at the other boy.
�And why not? Won�t you get in trouble? It is me after all that you�re sleeping with,� Harry pointed out.
�Whatever news may reach my father�s ears will be dispelled by my explanation that you were just a fuck toy for me,� Draco bit out and instantly regretted it by the look on the other boy�s face.
�Right . . .� Harry stated quietly. �Right.�
�Potter . . .� Draco started.
�Daddy would be so proud,� Harry stated quietly, soberly and turned to leave.
Malfoy didn�t make a move to stop him.

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�I don�t care . . . I don�t care that I may have (*wince*) hurt Potter�s feelings. I don�t care that it was all one . . big . . lie? Was it? I don�t care.�
�Earth to Malfoy,� Blaise murmured for the third time, this time waving his hands in front of the other boy�s face.
�What!� Draco snapped, slamming down his book on the library table and earning a �shh!� from the librarian.
�Thinking about how you fucked things up with Potter?� Blaise asked, frowning.
�Why do I tell you these things if you�re only going to make me feel more rotten than I already am?� Draco accused.
�Sorry. Just that, well, you�re in a royal mess, aren�t you,� Blaise pointed out. �How long has it been since your last shag.�
�I haven�t shagged anyone since Potter,� Draco moaned. It was a record for him. He had a healthy and rambunctious sexual appetite that was usually appeased at any whim of his own. But since Potter - well he didn�t want anyone else. And it, and his hormones, were driving him insane.
�You�re an idiot,� Blaise pointed out.
�I know,� Draco stated quietly. �And it�s not like I couldn�t figure out a way to get him again but . . � he trailed off.
�But?� Blaise prompted.
�Why doesn�t he want me?� Draco questioned.
�How do you know he doesn�t want you?� Blaise�s brow furrowed with thought. �Maybe he does but you�re an insufferable prat and he can�t get past that enough to enjoy the wonderful sex god that you are.�
Draco started laughing loudly but quieted down quickly at the warning look he received (yet again) from the librarian. �Yesterday, he asked me why him . . . why I was pursing him the way I was. And do you know what I wanted to say?�
�What?� Blaise rested his chin on his hands, intent on their conversation.
Draco took a breath, paused and shook his head. �Never mind.�
�Oh for Merlin�s sake, stop being so repressive! Spill it, you know you want to. Besides, I�m your best friend - it won�t leave this conversation,� he stated.
Draco was silent a while, playing with the feathers on his quill. �When I hear him laugh in the hallways - I wish he was laughing with me, even at me. When we get in a fight, I feel as though there is no greater challenge than him - it makes my blood run wild and I feel so alive. He smells like ginger and apples . . . did you know that? And when we . . . when we had sex, I could touch and feel him to my heart�s desire . . . it was nothing and no one but us . . . it was the best thing in the world. I had him . . . and he was mine.�
Blaise whistled. �And instead of all that you called him a �fuck toy.� Brilliant Draco, absolutely brilliant.�
�What do I do,� Draco�s voice had gone hoarse and he looked as though he had swallowed a pickled-toad.
�Try to win him back,� Blaise shrugged.
�Technically we were never together . . . er, officially in that we have a happy-go-lucky relationship way,� Draco pointed out and shuddered at the thought of hearts, love and birdies that tweet-tweeted..
�So win him over,� Blaise argued. �Instead of being your demanding, I�m-going -to-get-your-ass-or-duel-you-for-trying self, be charming, romantic, and suave.�
��Suave,�� Draco snorted.
�You doubt me?� Blaise growled.
�Never oh wise one,� Draco did a mock bow.
The two of them were silent, sitting in the library as the setting sun slowly diminished in the distance from outside the glass window.
�Is he worth it? Do you truly want him . . and not just his ass?� Blaise asked.
�You and Granger would make such the pair,� Draco muttered, a bit shocked at having heard that question again but this time from his best friend.
�What?� Blaise asked confused.
�Never mind. Yes . . .I guess I do,� Malfoy stated solidly.
�Do what?� Blaise pushed.
Malfoy sat up straight, �I want Potter.�
�And?� Blaise pushed.
�And what you bloody idiot?� Draco was getting frustrated. �Oh,� it dawned on him. �This is that decision making part, isn�t it.�
�Uh huh,� Blaise smirked.
Draco�s eyes narrowed as he glared at his friend who was getting too much enjoyment out of his plight, �Fine. I don�t want just his ass. I want a . . .� he coughed.
�You can do it,� Blaise snorted with laughter.
�. . . a relationship? With Potter?� Draco�s own eyes grew large with the realization that he wanted something more than just a good, regular fuck.
�That wasn�t so hard now was it,� Blaise smiled encouragingly. �We�ll call it �operation wooing (not fucking) Potter.� Sound good?�
�It�ll never work . . . he hates me, the sex hasn�t changed that . . . he thinks I just want to shag him . . which I do . . but . . . argh!� Malfoy sighed.
�Remember how we said - catch him off guard . . . and you had all those dark schemes running about in your head? Instead of images of Potter tied to your bed, etc. think more along the lines of dinner in Hogsmeade, friendly words, soft touches, simple smiles, flowers . . .�
�FLOWERS?!?!?! Oh fuck,� Draco groaned and let his head fall to the table with a thud earning another reproachful �shh� from the librarian in the background.
�When the truth comes out . . . what will father say . . . ?�
�It�ll be okay,� Blaise punched his friend playfully on the shoulder.
�I�m so dead,� Draco mourned.

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It had been three more days since Harry had been labeled a �fuck toy� by Malfoy, and in those three days he had not slept well, had rarely eaten, had constantly been reprimanded in classes for not paying attention and had certainly not had a fuck. How he wished he could pay attention, move past things - hell even admit to a few things to himself. �No, no - there is nothing to admit to!� his mind would cry, immediately cutting off all possibilities.
It had been three days, yes it had, and in those three days Malfoy had not once approached Harry for a shag, a quick flirtation or even to be his usual bothersome self. And, as much as Harry cringed and hated to admit it, it was bothering him. Had he gotten used to the crazy attention Malfoy had been allotting to him? It wasn�t as though it were healthy to be continually stalked, was it?
Harry felt a hand gently rest on his shaking leg that was attached to a rapidly tapping foot.
�Harry,� Hermione stated softly. �Calm down.�
�I am calm,� Harry lied. �I�m perfectly fine.� He stilled his nervous movements and went back to trying to eat something for breakfast.
�We should talk, don�t you think?� Hermione whispered softly to him.
�Not really,� Harry murmured. �There�s nothing really to say.� He quickly glanced up and looked over at the Slytherin table. There was Malfoy, happy as could be, laughing and talking contentedly with his housemates over breakfast. Harry scowled, sighed and then looked back down at his plate.
Hermione frowned, and eyed her best friend. This just wasn�t good. �Will you walk with me to potions, Harry?�
�Hermione,� Harry chuckled, �You, me and Ron always walk to potions together.�
�No, Harry, just you and me. And we�ll take the long way if we leave now,� Hermione clarified. �Please?�
He hated it when she used that word. Please. From Hermione it was as good as NOW! �Alright, fine,� he sighed and put his silverware down with a loud clank. He watched as Hermione whispered furiously to a still-munching-on-my-breakfast-Ronald Weasley and then stood with her to leave when she was finished.
Harry just knew the usual dreaded walk to potions had just, incredibly enough, gotten worse.

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Draco watched as Potter and Granger got up and left the table . . . without the Weasel. That was certainly odd. He felt an odd bit of jealousy at seeing them as a pair . . . it just wouldn�t do.
�So, you do know that by sitting on your ass, debating what to do next will definitely not get you anywhere,� Blaise, ever so kind, pointed out.
�I know, I�m working on it,� Draco stated, his foot all of a sudden tapping while he bit his bottom lip trying to muster up the courage to move forward.
�At this rate he�s going to think you�ve finally given up,� Blaise pointed out.
�I have not!� Draco stated indignantly.
�Have so!� Blaise said, laughing.
Draco reached down under his table and brought out his surprise. He showed it to Blaise with a smirk, �Definitely not! I know what I�m doing. Er, I think.�
�Oh, now that�s nice,� Blaise smirked. He watched as his friend stood up from the table, straightened his robes and strode off as a man on a mission.

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�Harry James Potter,� Hermione huffed.
�Well it�s true!� Harry huffed right back. They were on their third rounds in the dungeons, slowly weaving their way (via the long way, go figure) towards the potions classroom.
�At this rate neither one of you are going to get anywhere,� Hermione grumbled under her breath.
�What was that, Hermione?� Harry queried with a glare. �Say that again?�
�You both are just idiots! Pure and simple! One minute you�d think you two were humping bunnies running rampant, the next you won�t even glare at one another!� Hermione growled. �I don�t understand what you both want from one another!�
�I KNOW what I want,� harry cried. �It�s something he can�t give me, Hermione!�
Hermione sighed and watched as Harry hugged his arms around himself. �It�s just not going to happen, okay?�
�What do you want, Harry? Tell me. If you can�t tell him, at least tell me . . � Hermione sighed, hugging her friend.

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