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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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One Chance

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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Malfoy waltzed into the Potions classroom feeling as though he had just won a million more galleons to add to his family fortune. Oh it had been a wonderful, wonderful moment he had shared with Potter outside of the classroom just a while ago. He had finally done it, after all the times he had talked himself out of it, after all of the missed chances, last night�s events had given him a reason and opportunity to do what he had always wanted to do - claim Potter. It was going to be a spectacular day.

He took a seat next to the only empty chair that was in the classroom. He sent Blaise a sly smile of thanks - he knew that his friend had purposely taken the chair next to Granger that Potter usually used. By doing so, Potter would have nowhere else to go this class session but by Draco�s side. Perfect.
It was a full five minutes before the Golden-now-slightly-disheveled-boy-of-Gryffindor finally stumbled into class. Harry Potter looked in panic at his only seating option, his jaw dropped in pure shock and then it snapped shut in a bit of anger. �Damn Malfoy and his conniving ways . . . I refuse, absolutely refuse to be a part of this!� his mind stormed as he stalked over to sit down with a heavy thud, banging his things here and there for added emphasis.
�Mister Potter,� Snape sneered from wher sto stood at the front of the classroom. �Would you please be so kind as to spare us all the ruckus of your presence.�
It was on the tip of Harry�s tongue to apologize (as usual) but, due to all of his frustrations from last night, and to his first hangover, and to Draco�s little insanity prior to class all that came out was a startling �Bite me.�
The class was silent. Snape didn�t move. Harry felt the blood rush to his face in embarrassment and panic. Finally something happened. Draco Malfoy shot out a quick bark of laughter.
�Ahem, sorry,� Draco shrugged. He looked up to his head of house sheepishly and then offered a small smile.
�Detention, Potter - tonight at 8:00 PM. Do not be late,.� Snape roared. �And,� he drawled out, �Mr. Malfoy, for your insubordinate behavior just now . . . five points from Slytherin.�
Everyone gasped, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike. Snape never deducted points from his own house - especially not from Draco Malfoy whom, in all aspects of things, always seemed to be his favorite student.
�Now then,� Snape sneered, obviously through with the matter, �You will continue with your survey sheets from yesterday.�
The sounds of ruffling through books, and papers, quills dipped into and clanging against glass bottles of ink flowed smoothly into the silence of the classroom.
Harry tried to focus on his work in front of him, trying to ignore the presence of the other boy beside him. He read the same line over and over again before sighing and rubbing his forehead in frustration.
�What�s wrong Potter,� Draco stated quietly aloud, not once deterring from his own work. �Something on your mind? Me, perhaps?�
�Shut. Up. Malfoy. You are not helping,� Harry whispered back hotly. �This is all your fault.�
�How�s that,� Malfoy continued, still not looking up but working succinctly on getting things done during this rather enjoyable chat he was sharing with his boy-who-lived.
�Your damn party has given me the headache from hell, I have someher her raunchy memories of last night that are confusing the hades out of me, and you - you-� Harry stammered not knowing if he wanted to revisit any previous discussions.
�Yes, yes - me, me, me.� Draco sing-songed.
�Argh,� Harry growled. �This is ridiculous,� he laid down hisll all and then snatched Malfoy�s out of his hand. �Now listen here,� he began. �I don�t know what you�re up to - you�re acting bloody insane -� he shot a quick glance at Snape to make sure that he was still engrossed in his reading of �The Joys of Mid-life Potion Brewing.�
�Give me my quill back,� Malfoy glared.
�I want you to stay away from me,� Harry continued, keeping the other boy�s quill out of reach.
�Give. Me. My. Quill. Back. Potter.� Malfoy glared.
�Whatever happened last night was hormones. Pure and simple. I�m a teenage boy, you�re a teenage boy and,� Harry sighed. �And these things happen. Oh god, what am I saying.�
Malfoy yawned and looked at Harry as though he were regarding a rather boring and none-too-amusing site. �Are you finished yet, because obviously there are a few things that you and I still need to work out, Potter in this new relationship of ours. Rule number one, I�m in charge.�
Harry threw the other boys quill down on the table at him, �I think not. We�re finished, you and I.�
�No, Potter,� Malfoy hissed, snatching up his quill, �we�ve only just begun. My room, after lunch, and don�t be late, Potter.�
Harry glared, �We never started you idiotic prat. And as for �your room, after lunch� - no way in hell.� He tried to ignore anything more by reading yet the same line he had triedfocufocus on his paper only moments before.
�That�s not what I remember being the case,� Malfoy had leaned over, towards Harry, to whisper that softly into his ear. �You were so warm . . . pushing against me . . and oh - so - tight! I never really did get to hear you scream my na-�
�SHUT UP!� Harry roared bol out out of his chair, eliciting startled gasps from those around him and causing Snape to nearly fall out of his chair at his desk.
�Out of the classroom, right now!� Snape pointed to the door. �You will need to speak to the Headmaster before you are to set foot back in here again, Potter! I�ve had enough of your delinquent behavior for today. Twenty-five points from Gryffindor! Now, out!�

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Harry sat in the library, not really enjoying the peace and quiet and certainly enough not studying. He had had little choice on where to go to ease his ill mood. He didn�t want to enter the great-hall for lunch, no indeed he didn�t want to be around others - what with the questions they�d have for his earlier outburst and he certainly didn�t need to see Malfoy sitting over at the Slytherin table smirking at him the entire time.

He rested his head on the cool wood of the table, trying to think things through.

�Harry . . .�

Harry sighed, he knew that voice. Not lifting his head, he murmured a quiet, �Hi, Hermione.� He waited, and waited . . . and finally, when nothing else happened or was said, he lifted his head to blearily regard his friend.

�Want to talk about it?� Hermione offered.

They had been friends now for a long while, and in that time he had grown closer to Hermione than even Ron. She was good at listening and giving advice - he suspected it had to be a �girl-thing� or something of the such.

�I�m so confused,� he stated quietly, picking at a scratch in the wooden table.

�About?� Hermione prompted, resting her chin on her hands.

�Er, well, you see - the other night . . .� Harry started, not knowing how to go on.

�You went to the Slytherin party,� Hermione smiled, and sat back with a knowing look.

�How did you know?!� Harry asked, agape. �I didn�t tell anyone.�

�Oh Harry, I�m not completely blind you know. I listen, I hear, I observe - it�s enough for me to find things out,� Hermione pointed out. �So what happened from that point until now to cause you, well,� she motioned with her hands, �all of this. And what was that outburst in Snape�s class all about Harry Potter? I mean really, �bite me� and �SHUT UP�?�

�Are you finished scolding me yet?� Harry gave a little smile.

�Yes, do go on,� Hermione stated with a nod.

�I did go to the party. Malfoy and I called a truce for the night, you know? I think -� he stopped and swallowed. �I think I drank too much - I woke up - I woke,� he sighed and let his head crash back down to be cradled in his arms.

Hermione sat back and regarded the boy in front of her quietly. She let a moment pass and then reached out to grasp his hand and give it an encouraging squeeze. �You can tell me anything, you know.�

Harry squeezed her hand back and sat up, regaining his composure. �I woke up naked, in bed with Malfoy.�

�WHAT?!?!!?!� Hermione screeched and the librarian issued a rather loud �SHH!� from across the room at her desk.

�You said I could tell you anything!� Harry accused, glaring.

�That wasn�t what I was expecting! For Merlin�s sake Harry - alright then, alright. I�m dealing with the facts, dealing with the facts.�

�It wasn�t my fault! Er, at least I don�t think it was. See, I just don�t know! I can�t remember everything. I know I asked him to stop - and he did. And today, today I tried to just clear things up - you know chalk it up to some twisted teenage hormones - basically saying, �it was a one time deal� and now . . . now . . � Harry trailed off, not knowing where to go next.

�Now?� Hermione prompted, leaning across the table, towards her friend, encouraging him to go on.

�I think he thinks we�re dating or something. I don�t know - but he�s made it clear that he is perfectly content with what happened between us and wants something more,� Harry groaned.

Hermione chuckled, �I�m not surprised. Well, I�m not!� she continued at Harry�s look of astonishment. �It was only a matter of time before you two shagged. Oh do be quiet, Harry,� she kept going, cutting off anything the boy was going to say. �All the fighting, the rivalry, the jealousy, a cover for your hormones and lust.�

�You�re mad, absolutely mad. Everyone here is mad,� Harry stated quietly.

�And as for Malfoy calling it quits - Mmm, no, I don�t think that�s going to happen, Harry. No doubt he�ll be rather possessive. I do hope you�re ready for that.�

�That�s not what I want. I don�t want any of this. I don�t want Malfoy!�

�Well, I�m guessing he wants you, Harry Potter,� Hermione stated simply.

�Why do you say that?� Harry sighed.
�Because he�s stalking this way, and he looks rather �pissed-off�,� she stated eloquently enough.

�My room, after lunch, and don�tlatelate, Potter.�
He could hear the words clear as day in his head at that moment. �Oh God.�
Harry shot out of his chair in a bit of a panic. Malfoy looked, really, really, pissed off. More-so than he had seen him be in a while. �I- I- forgot,� he stammered feeling like a total idiot and upset with himself for even offering up an apology that het wat wasn�t even owed to the other boy.

�I noticed!� Malfoy glared, grabbing the other boy by the hood of his cloak and dragging him backwards, stumbling across the chair. �Sorry Granger, but Potter and I have an appointment so-to-speak. I need to borrow him,� he stated with a snobbish sniff and then proceeded to drag the other boy out of the library without a concern in the world.

�Bye, Harry!� Hermione called out from the distance, with what seemed to have a hint of amusement in it.

Harry allowed himself to be dragged along for a bit before his mind kicked in. �Of all the nerve!� he hollered, and lashed out with his fists, trying to aim one at Draco�s chin.

Draco ducked, all the while holding onto a flailing Harry Potter. He loved a challenge, hell he loved a good fight - even with a lover. It added a whole new dimension to the word �relationship� in his mind. �Potter, don�t be a prat. Either we can do this the easy way or,� he was cut-off as a fist hit his gut, taking the air out of his lungs in one big whoosh. He looked up to see Potter starting to run off down the corridor. �Fine, the hard way it is then,� he stated in a groan.
To be continued . . . .
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