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One Chance	By : Addy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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by WretchedScar

� April 22, 2004

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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The next day at breakfast, the student body was divided into two distinct groups - those with hangovers and those without.
�What�s with the Slytherins today,� Ron Weasley stated, through a full mouth of half-chewed food. �They all look, well, green. Er, well, green-er than usual, that is.�
Harry felt his stomach lunge at the sight of Ron�s half finished breakfast that was occupying his mouth and decided to dip his head to study his untouched breakfast plate with close scrutiny so that he wouldn�t throw up all over his best friend. �Don�t know,� he lied. He knew. He had what they had - a serious hangover. It was his first ever. But beyond that he also had many, many things on his mind. One was, where was Draco (he was absent from the Slytherin table); two was, what exactly had happened between them last night; and three was, how could he get his poor bum to stop hurting (sadly enough).
�What�s with you today,� Ron stopped chewing to stare at his friend with thoughtfulness. �Did you stay up too late studying in the library, then?�
Harry had almost forgotten the lie that had explained his absence last night.
�Er, yeah,� Harry sighed. �Seen Hermione?� he asked quietly and pushed his eggs around his plate, watching as the yellow yolk trailed here and there resslyssly.
Ron snorted, �That�s a good question. Have no idea. Last I saw, she was muttering something about �wreckless behavior� and went off towards the library.�
Harry felt a moment�s panic - Hermione wouldn�t know anything about last night, would she?
�Oh god,� Harry moaned and pushed his plate away.
�You don�t lookgoodgood,� Ron leaned back from his friend as if he might get something from being too close to otheother boy. �Need to go see Pomfrey?�
Harry looked across the hall at the Slytherin table and saw that Blaise Zabini was getting up to leave. Maybe Blaise knew something - or at least where he could find Draco.
�Yeah,� Harry stated quietly. �Think I will.� It was all the excuse he needed.
�Want me to come with you then,� Ron asked, frowning.
�NO!� Harry started then calmed down. �No, no - I�ll be fine. Besides, Potions is next. Best we�re both not late.� He stood up, once again trying to quell his churning stomach and made his way, as quickly as he dared, through the Great Hall, and out into the corridors after Blaise.

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Blaise was busy rounding a corner when he felt something grab hold of the back of his cloak. He turned around quickly, wondering if it were Pansy or another Slytherin but found himself shocked silent and still by whom it was.
�Potter,� Blaise swallowed and forced a smile. �Something I can do for you?� He was going to remain cool. He didn�t know how much Potter knew, remembered or was wondering but the less said the better for all involved at this point. It was up to Draco to handle Potter - the other Slytherin already knew he had Blaise�s and Pansy�s word to keep things quiet.
Harry winced and put a hand to his head, �Not so loud, please.�
�Headache?� Blaise smirked.
�Yes. First hangover ever - I�m . . . adjusting,� Harry winced.
�Oh . . .� Blaise trailed off, feeling awkward. �So, what�s up besides headheadache?�
�Have you seen Malfoy,� Harry asked, to the point.
�He wasn�t feeling so well,� Blaise stated with a half-truth. �Still probably up in bed. Want to go see him?�
�No! Er, no thanks,� Harry rushed. His heart had started hammering - he didn�t want to be stuck in another moment that involved the Slytherin Dorms, Draco or Draco�s bed. �Just was - wondering . . .�
Blaise frowned and crossed his arms, �Anything else?� His heart was hammering and at this point his own head was starting to hurt as well but, unlike Harry�s it was due to stress.
�I, the thing is,� Harry bit his lip, �I don�t really remember much from last night. Just a few - odd - details of things, and I was wondering if Draco could, well,� he wasn�t one for stuttering usually and sighed. �I was hoping we could clear a few things up, is all.� He didn�t want Blaise to know too much at this point. Hel l he didn�t want anyone to know too much at this point. It was all probably just a mistake - a terrible mistake - that was best left to last night. That�s exactly what he would get Draco to agree to - what had happened (whatever it was) was done with and - well - no more!
Blaise swallowed. So Potter wasn�t sure about what had transpired but he wasn�t totally clueless either.
�He�ll be in potions,� Blaise offered. �And he has a free period after that,� he supplied as well - noting to himself though that he had to alert Draco to Potter�s inquiries and possible request of a rendez-vous.
�Great,� Harry smiled. �Thanks.�
�No problem,� Blaise smiled and then headed on his way.

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�Draco! Problem!� Blaise Zabini rushed in through the door to their dormitory.
�As if I don�t have enough of them already,� Draco growled, from where he sat at his desk, working on a bit of last minute homework.
�You�re not still sulking, are you?� Blaise asked, sitting on his friend�s bed, across from where he was working.

�I had a rotten time last night, for your information and you�re more than partially to blame!� Draco spit out, turning to look at his friend.
�Me? I think you misunderstood my intentions -� Blaise blinked with mock-innocence.

�There was no misunderstanding your intentions! Hell I bloody well went against my own intentions and nearly - nearly -� Draco sighed and threw his quill that he had been writing with down on his desk. The quill hit the parchment and black ink splattered here and there all over its surface. �Who am I fooling I did - and you know what?�
�What?� Blaise asked quietly.
�I don�t regret it for a moment.� Draco stated seriously.
Both sat in silence. Little had been said after Potter�s sudden departure. Blaise had gone up to the room to find it empty he went to the boy�s lavatory to find Draco sitting on the floor, against one of the stall doors, his head held in his hands as if in great agony. After a few harsh words at the predicament and one fist (Draco�s) hitting one gut (Blaise�s) - they had blearily retreated back down stairs only to watch the party finally cut itself off and end.
�So how far did you get with the boy-who-lived, then,� Blaise asked, his chin cupped in the palm of his hands, interest written all over his face.
�ZABINI!� Draco looked taken-aback. �That is none of your fucking business. Malfoy�s don�t fuck and tell.�
�Well I�m only asking because it seems that although Potter has a hangover he has a clue that something - just - wasn�t - right with what transpired last night.�
�Shit,� Malfoy growled. �You do know this is your fault,� he reiterated.
�Noted.�
�He was out cold you know, or at least at first he was. He kind of came to - and things were just - progressing,� Draco stated, standing up and starting to pace. �God, he felt good - even with as sloshed as he was - just to be near him like that.� He glared as Blaise made a joke gagging noise. �Anyway - I wanted him, so much, and when I took him - he said no.�
�He said no,� Blaise murmured.
�I stopped then,� Draco stated.
�You stopped?�
�Fuck, the whole thing caught me off-guard! One moment Potter�s grinding against me the next moment he�s some fearful virgin saying no! And as much as the whole thing turned me on - I wanted at least a semi-willing partner, Blaise. I mean who wants to shag a crying virgin for Merlin�s sake. I was going to be all suave,� he paused, �DON�T YOU DARE LAUGH. I was going to fucking seduce him, and take him so well and good that he would bloody well scream my name. But no - you and Pansy had to just stir-the-cauldron a bit and butt in where you didn�t belong.� he finished ranting.
�We had your best interests at heart,� Blaise pionted out, patting his friend�s shoulder.
�You ruined my attempt at self-restraint,� Malfoy pouted.
�Huh?� Blaise blinked.
�Nevermind,� Malfoy snapped.

�So what bothers you the most about this?� Blaise inquired.
Draco raised an eyebrow, �You honestly want to know.�
�The truth, and the whole truth so help you Merlin,� Blaise grinned.
�That I didn�t get to finish what I started,� Draco stated and Malfoys never lied.

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Harry had had a heck of a time convincing Ron and especially Hermione to go ahead and into the Potion�s classroom without him. He was desperate to get a moment with Draco and didn�t need his best friends overhearing what was no doubt going to be a rather private and mutual rehash.
He ignored the strange looks from his classmates as they passed him from where he stood, leaning against the wall by the entrance to the room. Thank God Snape had yet to show - but Harry tapped his foot impatiently waiting for the ruler of Slytherin to make an appearance.
Finally, as if all of his impatience had paid off, who rounded the corner but Draco and Blaise. They were walking quickly towards Potions but slowed as they saw who lay waiting.
�Go on ahead,� Draco stated to his friend. �Be in shortly.�
Blaise passed Harry, not blinking twice. Harry moved a bit away from the wall and stood, waiting for Draco to move forward towards him a bit more. He was more than awkward with the moment.
�Potter,� Draco sneered. �What can I help you with?�
�Hopefully a lot,� Harry sighed. �We need to talk.�
�No we don�t,� Malfoy stated quietly and moved a bit closer.
�Uh, yes we do,� Harry wrinkled his brow, confused at Malfoy�s statement and actions.
�Fine then,� Draco sed, ed, his chest bare inches from Harry�s and crossed his arm in cool indifference. �So talk.�
Harry glared. He hated it when Malfoy was difficult. �Look, I just wanted to say -� he fought with the words until they finally jumped out in a rush from his mouth, �Last night - whatever that, wa, was a mistake, alright! We�ll just go back to the way things were and make sure the same thing never happens again. Okay?�
Malfoy�s cool and calculating look hardened. �I don�t make mistakes.�
Harry continued, �We were both drunk and - I don�t know if you know I lead you to believe -�
Malfoy�s mouth dropped a bit and then he regained his composure. So Potter was under the assumption that he, Draco Malfoy, had been tipsy too? That maybe it had been a mutual misunderstanding . . .�Look, Potter.� Draco interrupted. �Number one - I wanted you, no matter what the circumstances were. Number two,� he continued, bypassing focusing on the other boy�s look of pure astonishment. �As I said before, I don�t make mistakes.� He moved forward and was pleased to see the other boy back up a bit so that he finally ended up being cornered, pushed up against the stone wall just outside of where all their classmates sat. �And finally, it will happen again. And we�ll finish what we started.�
Harry felt his legs begin to tremble, a cool sweat breaking out on his forehead. He had no words to dibe tbe the sense of worry that was starting to twist his gut with happy abandon.
�Mister Malfoy,� Professor Snape�s cool voice cut through the thick silence that had followed their interactions. �Is there a problem.�
Draco paused, giving Harry a rather powerful look before stating, �No sir. Potter and I were just finishing up some unfinished things.�
�Into class then, both of you,� Snape sneered, and moved past them, not waiting nor observing anything further.
�oy -oy -� Harry strangled out finally. �No -�
Malfoy reached out, and grabbed Harry by the back of his neck and dragged him closer so that their noses touched and their eyes made absolute contact. �Yes.� And with that he pushed Harry away and headed into class.

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