One in a million | By : RosaCrouch Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6384 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Harry hadn’t slept all night. Around five in the morning he had finally made up his mind: Seamus had been right. It was time for him to try and get closer to Draco. His cleverly adopted shyness obviously didn’t have the much wanted effect of Draco falling madly in love with him. He was going to send a message to Seamus in the morning, but first he needed – sleep.
But sleep didn’t last long. Before he knew it Ron was tugging at his blankets, bringing him the joyful news that he had already overslept breakfast.
So he was darn proud of himself that he made it to Potions on time, taking the occasional yawn for granted. When Snape announced they had to brew potions that would subdue anger, Harry suddenly remembered Seamus. So as soon as Snape left the dungeon for a minute to get more supplies, he pulled his mobile from his sleeve and started a new message.
Sorry, Seamus. You must be right.
Even he told me you were right –
in a way. I will do as you told me.
Are we friends again?
Harry smiled satisfied and pressed the ‘Send’ button. Now everything was going to be allright again – but he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Just a few seats away from Harry sat Draco. He had been worried about Harry not appearing for breakfast, so he was almost happy when the Gryffindor showed up at Potions. His suspicion of oversleeping was confirmed by the frequent yawning.
He was a little afraid though – what if Harry secretly met up with his crush and that was what had made him lay awake all night? He was also dissapointed by the lack of messages Harry sent him, probably because he and Seamus were still fighting. Draco really had to stop that. Luckily his mind had conjured up more brillant plans, only these were more brilliant and bound to be successful.
Suddenly – disturbing his utter genious mind at work – a loud sound was heard throughout the whole dungeon. It was unmistakable.
BEEP.
Shit. Fuck. Ohgodno!
Before he knew it, the whole class – including Harry – was looking at him.
Harry’s first response was surpise, then his expression changed to thinking, but finally – as Draco feared – it dawned upon him. It hit him like the Whomping Willow. It hit him so much, he fell from his chair.
“Mr. Potter, behave!” Snape intervened. “Draco, would you please be so kind to turn off your mobile, I suggest you arrange your private affairs after my classes. And Potter-,” Snape turned around to face the boy that had managed – with difficulty – to crawl back onto his chair,” I suggest you learn to control your bodily functions. Try to not fall from your seat during my classes.”
Just as Harry tried to regain composure of himself, the potionsmaster added: “I forgot, ten points from Gryffindor for lack of phsyical control.”
Harry groaned silently. This was less his fault than all other incidents he’d ever experienced that had not been his fault. It was Malfoy. He didn’t understand how or why, but for some reason Draco was in possession of Seamus’s mobile phone. He now knew there was something very important he had to make right again.
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“Seamus, it’s allright, I know.”
“You know?” Seamus looked at Harry as if he’d declared his loyalty to Slytherin.
“Yes, I know all about Draco stealing your cellphone, I understand now!”
“Oh,” Seamus looked dissapointed,” You know – that.”
“I know it wasn’t your fault, our argument, it was just a mix-up. I thought you send me something you didn’t.”
“Aha.” Seamus smiled faintly.
“So, are we good again?” Harry asked hopefully.
“Yes, sure. It’s good.”
Just as Harry exited the Gryffindor common room, he realised something. He couldn’t understand how he could’ve been so – dense. What if Draco had had Seamus’s cellphone all along? What if he’d read all those messages Harry send Seamus about him? What if Draco had put two and two together and was now finding a way to make Harry’s life much more miserable – even more miserable than before?
“Shit.”
“Ah, Potter, talking to your own faeces again?”
Harry stopped breathing. Malfoy’s timing was perfect – as always.
“I was only referring to you,” Harry retorted. “You bastard, stealing Seamus’s phone and using it to your advantage!”
“As if I’d steal Finnigan’s phone for pleasure,” Draco huffed,” I don’t have to go the same lengths as you do, Potter, to have fun.”
“You did steal it! How else did you get it?”
“It was just a silly mix-up, Potter, if you must know.”
“Yeah right,” Harry said – when he realised that Seamus did have the same phone as Draco. Draco could – hypothetically that is – be speaking the truth.
“Interesting thing you have going on with Finnigan – Potter. I’d never have imagined I’d say this: but it almost makes your love life seem interesting.”
Harry cursed silently. There was no doubt, Draco had received more than one message.
“Why, Potter – shy?” Draco smirked, amused by Harry’s silence and the red blush creeping up his cheeks. He found this so rewarding. He had never before held so much power over the Gryffindor – he could almost feel how uneasy he felt. So make things even more interesting he backed Harry into a wall, standing very close – very intimidating.
To Harry is was more than intimidating. It was breathtaking. It was something – he knew – his dreams would feed off for weeks. His breathing was ragged, which caused his chest to brush against Draco’s ever so slightly – tauntalizing slightly.
Draco saw the fear in Harry’s eyes and felt even more superiour than usual.
Harry was scared – he tried to control certain organs. Draco would immediately feel Harry’s – very natural – response as soon as it set in. So Harry bit his lip and tried to think of naked women. It worked.
‘Gehehe’, Draco smirked, ‘See the scared little boy bite his lip. He’s simply quivering from fear. I am so bad.’
Harry quivered with delight. Why didn’t Draco get away from him? Was he savoring this moment as much as he was? Was Draco perhaps – naughty?
Suddenly Draco realised – why didn’t he realise before, damn those momentary brain relapses he’d inherited from his grandfather – that Harry had a crush on another boy. He was male, so –
“Potter!” Draco pushed Harry away from him.
“What?” Harry muttered – still a bit dazed from this long phsysical contact.
“Nothing.” Draco knew Harry didn’t know how long he’d had Seamus’s phone, so he shouldn’t expose his secret knowlegde too much. He’d need it later.
“Just – just, go!” Draco pushed Harry into an empty corridor and strutted off.
- - - -
Draco rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. Another once of his brilliant plans had been set in motion. Without anyone noticing, he had slipped into the Quidditch dressing rooms while the Gryffindors were rehearsing. Seamus was known to accompany the team in their practices. And without further ado Draco had been able to switch Seamus and his cellphone back. Now he had his own again in his possession. All he had to do was wait.
The following morning he got just what he wanted. Potter had walked up to the Slytherin table and demanded Draco’s cellphone.
“Give it back to Seamus – or would you rather keep it?” Draco had shook his head.
“Of course not,” he had said.
Draco had walked with Harry to Seamus, who handed his mobile to Draco.
And that wasn’t all that happened. Draco noticed that Seamus was – although his fight with Harry had been resolved – distancing himself from Harry. That was going to be a very fertile development for Draco’s brilliant plan. He had Harry very much exactly where he wanted him.
- or did he?
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A/N:
It’s getting complicated, writing this plot as I intended to. There’s so much not-knowing and finding-out. I promise you: there’s much more to come. Things get very complicated. And things will get very slashy.
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