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Of Thwarted Plans	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Note: A big thank you to everyone who reviewed or rated or just read this story. I'm sorry for the evil twist but angsty!Draco is LOVE! Hopefully this chapter will make everything better.

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The world didn't stop existing, much to Draco's surprise. Everything went back to how it was.

It was a small mercy that, apparently, Potter didn't breathe a word about Draco's ... error to anyone. Far more surprising was that Blaise kept quiet too, though he took to giving Draco strange, pitying looks. Now, that was annoying. Draco didn't need anyone's pity. He pitied himself quite enough, thank you very much.

Seeing Potter all over the place was pure agony. Potter never even acknowledged his presence, and Draco couldn't decide if that was preferable to the open displays of hatred that Draco expected.

Now Potter knew how Draco felt, and Draco wasn't even allowed to lie to himself anymore. Yes, he wanted Potter. He wanted him so much the desire burned inside him like fire.

No, he couldn�t tell how it began, but it was there, that wish for Potter to notice him, to kiss him, to ... It was there as long as Draco could remember. And, really, this couldn�t be an unhappier ending.

Draco expected that the humiliation of having Potter find out like this, would out shadow every other feeling. But it didn't. The want for Potter was stronger, and now Draco knew that if there was ever the slightest chance that Potter would feel the same, it was ruined forever.

Potter not only hated him, but he probably thought he was a demented freak.

Day after day, Potter looked the other way when Draco was near. Not once did their gazes meet.

It was a month later that Draco saw Potter on his own. His bag spilled and Potter's books flew everywhere. This time it really wasn't Draco's fault. Potter was just being clumsy as usually.

It was stupid, but Draco reacted before he could stop himself. He bent down and helped Potter gather his books. He didn't look at Potter, of course, but his hand touched Potter's accidentally and Draco pulled it away as though it was burned. Because it was. The place where their skin connected was tingling, and Draco decided that he was being incredibly pathetic.

Potter said, Thank you, very quietly and Draco lifted his head enough to see that Potter bit his lip and opened his mouth to say something else, but Draco didn't want to hear it, so he bit out, "Whatever, Potter," and ran away as fast as he could.

After that, he stopped following Potter with his gaze everywhere, and just sulked instead.

His friends must have noticed that something was wrong, and who knew, maybe they even guessed what. But Draco didn't care, everything seemed so pointless now.

A week after the fallen-bag-incident Draco stood in front of the mirror, and washed his face. His eyes were red and puffy. Some strange allergic reaction, no doubt. It wasn't like Draco was crying. Please.

He went to bed, not saying goodnight to Blaise and pulled the curtains, charming them to prevent any noise from getting out. He was having some embarrassing dreams lately, involving Potter and dildos, and he would wake up screaming ... stuff.

Draco sighed and lay back, determined not to think about Potter.

That never worked.

***

His hands were hurting. Draco stretched and wriggled, but he couldn't even move them. How odd.

Suddenly he realized that he was tied down. His eyes snapped open and he gaped at the person who was straddling him in his own bed, while Draco was firmly tied to the headboard.

There was an orange fire far above Draco's head, near the roof of the bed and Draco panicked for a moment until he realized that it was only there to cast soft light over him. Green eyes were staring at him, burning with something that Draco couldn't decipher, and Draco was suddenly afraid of that intense gaze.

"Potter?" he asked a bit fearfully. Potter was obviously here to murder him. Maybe he should scream for help? Except he put Silencing spells on the curtains so obviously no one would hear him. Maybe someone would see the light.

Potter licked his lips and leaned in slowly, until his breath ghosted over Draco's face.

Potter would strangle him now. He just knew it.

"You are ... " Potter said in an odd low voice. "So ... annoying. And strange."

Draco was tongue-tied and he didn't know what to say to that.

Even though Potter was obviously going to kill him, Draco felt his cock twitch at his proximity. Why, Potter was sitting right there, and if Draco would lift his hips just a little he could rub himself right along Potter's arse.

Draco whimpered.

Potter looked ... odd. He was breathing shallowly, his lips were parted, and his eyes were blazing. Slowly, so slowly, Potter's hand moved beneath Draco's shirt, touching the soft skin of Draco's stomach. Draco nearly screamed.

What was going on?

Potter was caressing him, not moving his gaze from Draco's face.

Oh. So, Potter was going to molest him and then he was going to kill him. Well, that wasn't so bad.

Potter lifted his head a little and started to unbutton Draco's shirt. Draco didn't even dare to breathe.

His shirt fell open, and cool air hit Draco's chest. Potter moved his fingertips over Draco's pale torso in some fascinated exploration, drawing a harsh breath every time that Draco's muscles quivered beneath his touch, and that was ... amazing, that was worth dying for. And no, Draco was not exaggerating.

And then Potter looked at him and lowered his head, still holding Draco's gaze as he slowly stuck out his tongue and licked one of Draco's pink nipples.

Draco gasped and Potter seemed emboldened, and he closed his mouth around the pink flesh, sucking gently.

Oh well now. Draco couldn�t even care about the embarrassing sounds he was making. Potter attacked his nipples in earnest, licking, and circling his tongue, flattening it over, now hard, oversensitive flesh, alternating between both of them, sucking harshly, and even moaning a little as he did so.

He licked and bit a wet trail downwards to Draco's navel, dipping his tongue there, and Draco was panting and writhing on the bed.

Potter moved away and Draco nearly cried out at the loss, but then Potter pulled at Draco's pajama bottoms and his boxers, taking them off, leaving him completely naked. He dragged his fingers over Draco's thigh, but he was looking at Draco's cock, that was fully hard and aching, with a strange sort of fearful look.

Potter's eyes flickered towards Draco's bewildered gaze, and then, incredibly, he bent his head, and his tongue licked at the head of the cock carefully.

"Hm," was Potter's comment, and then he licked again, more firmly, with a much nicer mmm-sound.

Oh Merlin, don't let me black out, Draco thought desperately, as the world around him swayed and Potter arranged himself over Draco's legs and started lapping the pre-cum, placing his hands on Draco's hips.

It was just like that time in the stupid Room of Lies. Except, this wasn't some dildo, but Draco, and the feel of Potter's tongue and ... oh, mouth ... around him was incredible.

Draco was reduced to embarrassing whimpering, as Potter sucked his cock with the dedication of a porn star. It looked like Potter was enjoying this much more than the pink toy.

Except it wasn't really that expertly done like in the fantasy, not that Draco minded. Potter choked a bit and swallowed convulsively, taking in much more than he could handle and he obviously had some trouble breathing, but he didn't back down, and he didn't, thank Merlin, bit down, and Draco was in heaven ...

"Harry," he moaned, and he wished he didn't because Potter stopped suddenly, releasing Draco's cock with a wet slurp and a pop, and looked up at him.

Potter licked his lips and crawled up along Draco's body to look in his eyes again.

"Yes?" Potter prompted and looked at Draco expectantly, and Draco realized that he should say something, that Potter was expecting something, but Draco didn't even know what was going on.

"What are you doing?" came out of Draco's mouth and Draco cursed his voice. Now, why did he ask that? It didn't matter what Potter was doing, it didn't. The only important thing was to make sure that Potter didn�t stop.

Potter swallowed. "I don't know." He lowered his lips on Draco's neck, nibbling the skin there, his breath so hot that Draco felt like he was being branded. "I just can't stop ... thinking about you," Potter said breathlessly.

"Oh," Draco managed, still confused.

Potter lifted his head, his lips hovering above Draco's, his eyes so close that Draco could see specks of gold in them clearly in the faint light. "Do you really ... want me that much?" Potter quivered at his own words as though he thought that Draco would just randomly say no.

Draco couldn't tear his gaze from Potter's and he nodded, his mouth dry. "So much ..." he confessed honestly.

Potter smiled tentatively. "That day ... when you ... tied me up, you were so ... so ... cute."

"Pardon?" Draco asked disbelievingly, suddenly more alert. "Kill me now, Potter."

Potter grinned. "Well, at the time I thought you were demented, obviously, but looking back on it, you were ... sweet. The way you were ... kissing me ..." Potter bit his lip, still smiling. "The things you said ... the way you said them ... What was it?" Potter grinned wider. "I'll be so careful with you, you'll love it. Oh, and apparently, I'm tasty."

Green eyes twinkled at Draco and Draco was too fascinated with the warm look in Potter's eyes � directed at him! � to wince at his own words quoted back at him.

"You are tasty. And if you untie me I'll show you how careful I can be," Draco said rather boldly, but Potter blushed and shook his head.

"Forget it. This is punishment," Potter said firmly, moving away.

"No, wait, I was kidding! Come back!" Draco panicked.

Potter gave him that warm bewildered smile again and slowly started to undress himself.

Oh.

He wasn't leaving.

Draco watched, wide-eyed as Potter took off his clothes. He was no Greek god from the Room of Requirement, but somehow he was even lovelier. There were muscles, but not as bulky, he wasn't tanned � his skin was pale and delicate looking, very lickable. His arse was still lovely and his cock was still perfect. It was true, and if anyone would say anything different, Draco would hex them!

Potter climbed back on the bed and straddled Draco's hips again. He blushed crimson as he took his wand and pointed it back there, murmuring the Lubrication charm.

Draco wasn't even trying to breathe anymore, when he realized what Potter intended to do. Potter grabbed Draco's cock directing it towards his entrance.

It cost Draco a lot of effort but he managed to gasp out, "What are you doing? You're not ready!" Idiot. He would hurt himself.

Potter blushed even more, and really, that was just cute. "Um ... it's fine ... I was ... um ... I'm ready."

Draco grinned and shook his head. "Kinky sod."

"Um ... I was just, thinking about you tonight and, well I did stuff, obviously and ... that wasn't enough, so I figured I should come here and get the real thing." Potter looked mortified, but Draco was delighted, because suddenly the illusion from the Room of Requirement wasn't just a wild impossibility, but almost a prediction of the future. Despite everything, Potter still ended up shoving things up his arse while thinking about Draco. "I never actually ... you know ... with a guy."

Draco took a deep breath.

"Or a girl," Potter added quietly.

Good grief. Harry Potter was a virgin. And a very delicate virgin, apparently. And he wanted Draco to ...

"Untie me," Draco said firmly.

Potter bit his lip nervously, but obeyed, and Draco sighed in relief as his hands were released. He sat up immediately, his arms wrapping around Potter's waist, holding him close.

Potter looked a bit sheepish, as though he expected that Draco would do something nasty now.

All that Draco wanted right now was to kiss him. So he did. He pressed his lips to Potter's, moving them slowly, enjoying in their warmth and softness, and then took Potter's lower lip between his lips. Potter shuddered and hugged back, his hands burying themselves in Draco's hair, and his lips parting invitingly. Draco pushed his tongue inside immediately, licking inside Potter's mouth, tasting himself as well as the unique taste of Potter, which was something that, now that he knew it existed, he would never be able to live without. Potter responded eagerly, moaning in Draco's mouth, angling his head helpfully, allowing Draco to dominate the kiss.

But Draco needed more, so he ended the kiss with some regret and moved his hands towards Potter's arse. Potter tensed, but didn't say anything. Draco squeezed Potter's arse cheeks, kneading them firmly, making Potter's breath hitch. Potter bucked, curving his spine, his nipples standing out on display, as though begging Draco to lick them, which of course Draco did immediately, grazing his teeth over them, making Potter whimper and moan encouragingly. Draco moved his mouth away regretfully, placing a final kiss in the middle of Potter's chest and then he slowly moved his fingers lower, pushing inside Potter.

Potter gasped, but managed to say, "I told you, it's fine ..."

Draco's fingers slid inside easily, and he pulled them out, satisfied. "You also told me you are a virgin, Potter, so excuse me if I don't believe your assessment."

Potter gave him a half-glare, but then took a sharp breath, as Draco took his cock in his hand and placed the head at Potter's entrance.

"Lift up a little," Draco said and Potter obeyed. "Don't worry," Draco murmured and kissed Potter's temple, and when Potter lowered himself on Draco's cock, it really did seem effortless. Potter was clearly relaxed, which meant that he, Potter, trusted Draco, of all people, not to hurt him. And that knowledge was almost as good as being inside Potter. Almost. Because really, being surrounded with Potter's warmth was just ... divine.

Potter gasped and blinked a couple of times.

"All right?" Draco breathed out with difficulty. His whole body was shaking.

Potter shook his head. "No."

Draco had no time to feel worried because suddenly Potter pushed him and Draco fell on his back. Potter stopped himself from falling completely on Draco, by placing his hands on Draco's shoulders.

"Better," Potter managed, and started to move.

And Draco was lost. Potter was above him, looking at him, while he impaled himself on Draco's cock. His movements were jerky and inexpert, and his position was somewhat awkward, but he was very enthusiastic. Draco grabbed Potter's hips, steadying him, guiding him, helping him find a rhythm, as he flattened his feet on the bed, and lifted his hips to thrust inside Potter, angling for his prostate. Potter was looking at him with wide-eyes, his gaze burning, and Draco couldn't look away. Those fourteen and a half times never felt so ... intimate � this was almost too much.

Potter was gasping, his breath hitching with every thrust, and Draco remembered to grab Potter's hot cock to stroke it jerkily. Amazingly, Potter was still looking at him, right until his eyes rolled back and he screamed Draco's name and came, hot liquid splashing over Draco's stomach. Draco grabbed Potter's hips more firmly and thrust upwards a couple of more times, emptying himself inside Potter with a choking gasp while Potter's inner muscles clenched around him, prolonging his pleasure.

It took a while for them to get their wits together and Draco pulled out carefully, and Potter cleaned the mess they made with his wand.

Draco had no wish to cuddle, of course, but Potter was such a girl, that Draco had no choice. So he pressed Potter firmly on the pillow, and kissed his pliant mouth thoroughly, sliding his tongue along Potter's forcefully, with last remembrance of his strength, until Potter whimpered in need for air and Draco pulled away to enjoy in Potter's dazed look.

Potter looked so well-fucked � his dark hair even messier than usual, his lips puffy and cheeks red � that Draco felt like he should definitely, well, fuck him again. Like right now. But Potter was blinking heavily, and considering that this was his first time, Draco should probably just let him sleep. Bloody virgins, Draco thought fondly. He pulled Potter's head in the crook of his neck, and it fit really nicely there. Actually, Potter just fit nicely by Draco's side, and Draco wasn't romanticizing or anything, just stating facts.

"So, is this ... real?" Draco asked tentatively, but then realized that Potter was sound asleep. He sighed worriedly and kissed the top of Potter's head, drifting off as well.

***

This time he was ready. You thought he fell for that again, didn't you? Well, he didn't. It was obvious. He would open his eyes and Potter wouldn't be there. Last night was a dream. Draco knew that.

He opened his eyes and looked around.

He knew, he did! This didn't affect him at all!

Of course, Potter wasn't here. That was fine. You know why? Because Draco had a plan.

It was a good solid plan.

He would walk into the Great Hall, and he wouldn't even look at Potter. Not now, not ever. And eventually he would simply get over it. And marry a girl one day. Perhaps the little Greengrass girl. She was ... cute. And a pureblood. And she had dark messy hair, but that was beside the point.

So, Draco did just that. Not the marrying part, just the walking into the Great Hall without looking at Potter part. He sat next to Blaise quite calmly, and poured himself some Pumpkin Juice.

The table was oddly quiet.

In fact, the entire Hall was quiet.

Was he deaf?

He looked at Blaise to make him talk and test that theory, but Blaise was gaping somewhere above Draco. In fact the whole table was gaping somewhere above Draco.

Was everyone insane?

"Potter?" Blaise said suddenly, and it took Draco a bit to recover from shock and reach a sensible conclusion. He turned slowly to see Potter standing next to him.

Draco blinked, and thought about running. Maybe Potter was really here now to murder him. But Potter bent a little and reached down to take Draco's hand in his.

"Come sit with me," he said and it sounded like a plea.

Huh. Well, that was odd. There was a thud in the background, and Draco thought that maybe Pansy fainted. Or maybe that was Blaise.

Potter bit his lip and waited patiently.

Really, what could Draco do? Potter's hand was warm and Draco didn't want to let it go, so when Potter pulled it gently, Draco stood up and walked with Potter to the Gryffindor table. A Hufflepuff girl gasped dramatically, and Draco couldn�t blame her. They were holding hands, after all. It was probably bizarre. It felt bizarre, but then Potter gave him a brilliant smile, and Draco just didn't care about anything else.

They sat down, and Granger said, "Would you like some Pumpkin Juice?" very politely, and Draco must have nodded, because Weaslette actually poured it in a glass for him. Weasley grimaced at him, and it could've been a grimace of disgust or a simile, really, it was hard to tell. But that was it, the noise in the Hall increased slowly, and everyone diverted their gazes from him.

Well, everyone except Harry.

Harry leaned closer and said quietly, "Sorry. I've put you in the spot, didn't I?" He didn't look sorry, Draco thought. But that didn't matter.

"Were you in my room last night?" Draco asked worriedly.

Potter cocked his head and smiled widely, shaking his head. "I stand by what I said � you're cute."

Draco was upset, of course he was. No one could call him cute and live. So, really, he couldn�t decipher why was he grinning back at Potter like an idiot. Potter leaned in suddenly and kissed Draco lightly on the lips, right there in front of everyone ... and the world didn't stop.

But of course all of Draco's plans about marrying a pureblood girl were ruined.

By Potter, of course.

That wasn't that bad, after all. Potter thwarting his plans. In fact, Draco was quite certain that he could get use to it.

Fin

Thanks again to EVERYONE who reviewed; I'd love to know your thoughts about this chapter! I do hope that it didn't disappoint.

Clarification for Night The Storyteller and QueenBoadicea: (Thank you for such thoughtful feedback!) Could the Room create a human being?

Quite honestly, I don't know what the Room's limits are, does anyone? Perhaps we should ask Neville. :) But I think the answer to this question is no, although the Room created some amazing things in the series, here the room merely created an illusion, feeding of Draco's extremely suppressed desires. Draco saw Harry naked because he wanted to, he heard him cry out his name because he wanted to fuck him, but he couldn't really, because he thought that Harry didn't want him. And he actually saw him fall down when he Stunned him, because he wanted to, BUT he never touched him! (or interacted with him in any way) I hope this makes sense. But you have a point, I could've taken this in another direction and say that Blaise is wrong and Harry just didn't want to confess, but I found Harry falling for Draco's sweet-talk way cuter to write. :-P

And can the one and only invisibility cloak be summoned?
Dunno. But it hardly matters, since Harry wasn't real, and Draco couldn�t have been discovered even if the Room just Conjured a fake copy.

To QueenBoadicea: Draco knows about the IC, he actually held it in his hands in book six. That's definitely canon.

Re: more exposition

Uh-oh. I do agree with you, and I prefer to read longer stories with heavy emotional content, but I mostly write very short one-shots, and this is only my second H/D slash. I still feel like a beginner and I'd like to take it slow.

But Harry did let Draco stew for a month and a half so that's something, right?

Thanks to everyone who read the story!

Faith (faith2wood@yahoo.com)
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