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Challenge Accepted	By : Swizzle89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6268 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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So....yeah. Long time since an update but hey I've been busy! Renovating an entire house is exhausting and still very much ongoing. *Sigh* Anyway I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, it means a lot to me that people are reading my little attempt at writing Drarry ^.^ I hope that the next update won't take as long as this one has but the stupid house is takinf up all my time. Hopefully it will all be worth it when I eventually get to move in! Once again I apologise in advance for grammatical errors etc.
Sorry enough with my ramblings and on to Chapter 3.
The rest of the week passed by in a haze of schoolwork, quidditch and of course, Harry spending every spare moment he had stalking Malfoy on the Marauders map. He figured that if he wanted to confront Malfoy privately then he would have to figure out his routine and find out when and where he spent the most time alone. He was already quite good at staking out Malfoy as he had had plenty of practice back in 6^th year. He was most definitely not stalking and it wasn’t as if he was skulking around corners waiting for him. Luckily, Harry figured out that Malfoy had a very specific routine every evening after dinner (clearly he had given up quidditch, but he definitely still had the body as if he still played) which was to spend a couple of hours in the back of the library. Alone.
Harry spent the weekend trying to come up with some semblance of a plan of approaching Malfoy and letting him know that he most certainly did not have control of what had occurred between them and that Harry was definitely more unaffected by it than he was (although that pesky inner voice kept whispering to him that obviously going through this trouble implied the complete opposite, but he decided to ignore it as he always had foolproof plans and ideas...*cough*). It didn’t matter that since the potions incident, Malfoy had studiously ignored him and had not once glanced in Harrys direction no matter how much Harry had checked. In the end he just decided to go with the direct approach – well as direct as he could be sneaking up behind Malfoy in a dark corner of the library under his invisibility cloak.
Harry decided to wait until the following Wednesday to speak with Malfoy as he knew he would have a light homework load as he did every Wednesday and also because Hermione and Ron had a date in Hogsmeade (8^th year privilege) and would not be questioning him on his whereabouts. Just before dinner, Harry bade farewell to Ron and Hermione and went to the Great Hall to do some Malfoy scoping. There he was sitting in his usual spot, of course he was, looking all pointy and...pointy! Yes, Harry definitely needed to set the record straight that he was totally not thinking or caring about their recent tryst. God damn! If Malfoy would just look at him once he would be able to tell him with just a look just how little he thought of him. Alas if was not to be and when Malfoy got up and left the hall, Harry left and went to Gryffindor Tower to collect his cloak, map and homework for cover up purposes just in case.
After confirming that Malfoy was in his usual spot in the rarely frequented Ancient History section, Harry ducked into an alcove and donned his invisibility cloak and tucked away his map with a whispered “Mischief managed”. He slipped into the library and made his way quietly through the rows and rows of books, each becoming dustier the further back he weaved. Finally he saw an unmistakeable blond head bent over a table in the back corner which was secluded away from any prying eyes unless somebody suddenly took an interest in Ancient History. Harry took a deep breath, straightened up and removed the cloak and stuffed it into his pocket. Malfoy currently had his back to him so Harry walked up and around him and plonked down unceremoniously into the chair opposite him and stared. As soon as Harry sat down, Malfoy glanced up startled and quickly let a sneer settle onto his features as soon as he saw who it was. “Was there something you needed, Potter?” he asked in that poncy accent that was unique to him.
“Actually yes there was Malfoy”, Harry stated direct to the point. “I feel like we need to clear a few things up”. Malfoy looked at him with a raised eyebrow, scoffed and returned to scratching on his parchment with his expensive looking quill. This infuriated Harry more than he understood and he slammed his palms down on the table. “Listen here, Malfoy,” he said through gritted teeth, “ I just want to make it clear that whatever that thing that happened between us was nothing. It was a spur of the moment mistake and will never happen again. Got that?” Malfoy then had the audacity to laugh softly. He set down his quill neatly beside his parchment, stretched his hands above his head so his back cracked and then leaned forward with his hands on the table, his pose mirroring Harry. Then as softly as he laughed he whispered “Oh I think we both know that’s not true Potter. Why else would you go out of your find to way me here – and you did know how to find me here – and go through this charade of telling me that it meant nothing? No. See if it meant nothing, you would go about your business exactly as you did before as if nothing happened. You wouldn’t look my way twice. You wouldn’t be glancing over at me like a dog in heat every chance you get”. Seeing that Harry was about to angrily deny this accusation, Malfoy put his hand up to silence him prematurely. “Don’t even try to deny it Potter, I’ve seen you looking. But you didn’t think I noticed, did you? Some of us aren’t as glaringly obvious as The Boy Who Won’t Die. So to sum up Potter, I’m calling your bluff and declaring...Bullshit.” He said the last sentence low and seductively and Harry felt a shiver run through him. “You..you don’t even know what you’re talking about Malfoy. I’m not even gay, I just got caught up in the heat of the moment and I just wanted to make it clear that it won’t be happening again.”
This time Malfoy laughed loudly. “Not gay Potter? After you had your cock balls deep in my arse, I’d say that ship has sailed and you are as straight as a roundabout.” “You know what Malfoy, I should have known it would have been like talking to a brick wall. Fuck you!” Harry shot up and knocked over his chair in his haste. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were flashing with anger. “You already did that Potter and you know what I think? I think you want me to bend you over this desk and make sure you never question your sexuality again!” Malfoy said as he also stood and started making his way around the table to Harry. Harrys eyes widened comically and he backed up against the table. “Wh-what are you doing Malfoy?” he squeaked as his back hit the edge of the table. “I’m reading your subconscious Potter and do you know what it’s telling me?” Malfoy asked as he stepped in front of Harry with only a sliver of space between them effectively trapping Harry. Harry shook his head dazedly as he tried to remember how to breathe and not be completely horrified with how turned on he had become. Malfoy smiled crookedly as he leaned in even closer to whisper against Harrys lips and said “I think it’s telling me to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for a week but still be begging for it again.”
Harrys mouth became very dry and he licked his lips. He gazed up into those cool grey smouldering eyes that were following the path of his tongue and found himself longing to close the gap between them. “Well if my body is telling you all these things then why aren’t you carrying out all of these demands?” Harry asked quietly. “Because Potter, you need to make the first move. If you really want this like I know you do, you are going to have to kiss me first.” Malfoy breathed. As he saw Harry hesitate, he leaned in close to his ear and purred “Scared, Potter?” Remembering the same words uttered from the same lips all those years ago, Harry did the only rational thing he could think of and replied “You wish.” He then crashed his lips to Malfoys and kissed him like his life depended on it.
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