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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.

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Draco Malfoy felt the gait in his step start to falter as he neared a corner, his ears perking up to two voices conversing with one another rather intently. He slowed, moving cautiously forward in order to try to hear better. It was Granger . . . and Potter.
�You both are just idiots . . � he heard her say. He raised his eyebrows, but knew that she had stated the truth. Yes, he had been and probably still was an idiot. Potter, too.
�I KNOW what I want!� he heard Harry cry out and his heart started beating faster. �Say it . . . tell me . . let me hear it!� His own mind pleaded.
�It�s something he can�t give me, Hermione!�
Shit. What was that? What couldn�t he give? By damn he�d find a way . . he was a Malfoy . . . he had plenty of money, plenty of resources . . .
�If you can�t tell him, at least tell me.�
�Tell her, Potter,� Malfoy stated quietly, out loud, to himself, his fingers grasping desperately at the cloth of his robes. He had to know.
�I just want him to like me . . .� Harry said quietly, so quietly Draco almost didn�t hear - but when he did, he just couldn�t swallow, couldn�t breath . . . couldn�t move. �I want to spend a day with him where it�s not about sex, or what he wants . . . it�s about what we both want. I guess I want a relationship.�
�Ugh, everyone seems to want one of those these days,� Draco muttered to himself and felt his stomach starting to clench. It was that word again . . .�relationship� . . . only this time coming from Potter�s lips. Oh those beautiful lips . . they had felt so soft . . so full so . . FOCUS!
�Why doesn�t he want me like that, Hermione?� Harry asked quietly. �Why?�
�I don�t know Harry, I just don�t know . . . � Hermione replied quietly.
He had heard enough. Draco carefully tucked his �surprise� for Harry in his robe�s pocket and stepped forward.
He noted that Potter gasped and that Hermione smiled slightly. �Hello, Draco.�
�Granger,� Draco stated quietly.

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�What do you want,� Harry growled upon seeing Draco emerge from around the corner.

�Harry James Potter!� Hermione reprimanded. �Be nice,� she stated quietly.
�Yeah, be nice Potter or I won�t give you your surprise,� Draco chuckled, walking forward towards where the two stood outside of the Potions classroom. Class would be starting in five minutes.
�I don�t want anything from you,� Harry stated quietly, folding his arms and moving to stand with his back against the cold, stone wall of the dungeons.
�Yes you do,� Draco sighed. �Here,� he held out a piece of parchment. �Take it. Please?� The corridor to potions was starting to fill up with students. The quiet that had been present before faded as the melody of various voices from their other classmates filled the space between them.
Harry rolled his eyes and looked at the piece of parchment Draco was holding out to him. It looked rather regal in its own right - light gold paper that held a beautiful, calligraphy script in emerald green came into his sight. Harry reached out and gently took it. �What is it? If this is another invitation to another Slytherin party you can forget it!� he stated quietly, turning it over to further inspect it. The calligraphy had his name on the outside and was sealed with wax at an opening.
�Read it and see.� Draco gave a small smile to Harry, nodded to Hermione and then filed into the classroom to begin the hour.

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Harry tried as best he could to listen to Snape drone on about the potion they would be brewing that day. With his book out in front of him, he had placed the parchment from Draco face down on the pages. Hopefully, to everyone else around (especially Snape) it would look as though he were reviewing the literature they were using in conjuncture with Snape�s lecture and future potion.
His fingers smoothed over the paper, as he reread, one more time, the words before him . . .

Harry Potter,

I officially admit to being a complete spoiled, stubborn, rude, hypocritical, sex-crazed (only with you, though) prat.

I officially admit to wanting to now pursue a relationship with you. I will officially owl my father when, er, if you agree to said relationship.

And most importantly, I officially think I like you beyond your ass and a good shag (although I am desperately in need of both at the moment). As I told Blaise . . . When I hear you laugh in the hallways - I wish you were laughing with me, even at me. When we get in a fight, I feel as though there is no greater challenge than you - it makes my blood run wild and I feel so alive. You smell like ginger and apples . . . did you know that? And when we . . . when we have sex, I can touch and feel you to my heart�s desire . . . it�s nothing and noone but us . . . it is the best thing in the world. I had you . . . you were mine. And I still want you to be mine . . . that�s what I meant to say that day in my dormitory. That�s what I really wanted to say and have you know but in the end I chose more reckless and callous words, and I apologize for them.

If you can forgive me for all of the rude and heartless things I have ever said to you, and if you can forgive me for shagging you in the way that I did (I know, my courtship skills need some minor, *cough*, refinements, though I really did enjoy our shagging), I would like to extend an invitation to you to join me at Hogsmeade this coming Saturday. We can do anything that you would like - I will place no demands. Let me know. If you say no I will try to refrain from dragging you out anyways.

Besides . . . there are some other things we need to discuss . . .

Sincerely,

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Harry blinked. He clamped his previously open jaw back together and glanced quickly to his side to sneak a glance at Draco. Draco was busy listening to what Snape was saying, and didn�t see the chanced glance that he had made. Was it worth it? To really try this with Draco Malfoy? And was Draco even partially sincere or was it all a ruse to just get another shag in? And what were the other things they needed to discuss. That didn�t sound good.

Harry sighed and rubbed at his temple. It was definitely a risk, but maybe, just maybe it�d be worth the chance . . . . again.

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Draco was, to say the least, a little less concerned and a little more than pleased when Harry Potter cornered him outside of Potions class, waving the piece of parchment in front of his face.

�Do you mean this? Actually mean it?� Harry hissed.

�Yes,� Draco shrugged.

�This isn�t another one of your selfish, arrogant, Slytherin style plans to -� Harry started but was cut off by being kissed by the other boy. He felt the soft, warm fullness of Draco�s lips being pushed against his - ever so gently.

Just as quickly as it had started it ended - but in that short amount of time, Harry found himself breathless. Draco had never kissed him like that before. Every kiss they had experienced previously had been one of power, heated sexual passion and demanding possession. But this one, this one had been of utmost care, sincerity and respect.

�No, it�s not another ruse,� Draco stated, stepping back slightly.

�That - you just - what was that -� Harry was still speechless from the kiss.

�I mean it. Every bit of it,� Draco smiled quietly and waited. �So will you go?� he asked, trying desperately not to wring the material of his robes between nervous hands.

�Yes,� Harry stated and then quickly added, �so long as I get to have a say in things.�

�Sure,� Draco nodded.

�Like where we eat, where we go,� Harry went on.

�Of course,� Draco sighed.

�And I don�t want to feel pressured from you to . . to shag or whatnot,� Harry growled.

�I�ll try my best darling,� Draco drawled.

�No funny business without my consent and I mean my sincerest consent. If the word �no� comes out it DOES means N-�

�I get the picture, Potter!� Draco howled.

�Well, good,� Harry smirked. �So what time are you picking me up outside of Gryffindor tower?�

�Noon?� Draco asked, not wanting to stipulate anything after Harry�s speech.

�Sounds okay,� Harry shrugged. �See you then,� he smiled and then walked off.

Draco growled and ran a hand through his hair. It really sucked being in love and wanting to desperately shag.

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