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Beyond All Morals	By : Tokugawa-Blitzer Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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The original chapter 5 part 2 of Beyond All Morals ended up at 16,118 words and my beta suggested that I should split it up. I did and now there is a part 3. Enjoy!

Warnings: Slytherin baiting, very minor Drarry (and I mean very minor), mentions of Blaise/Draco, filthy language (lots of F bombs), buckets of humor.

Part 2

"Fucking hell, Malfoy!" Harry snarled as he brought his sleeve up to stanch the gushing river of blood flowing from his broken nose.

Harry wasn't expecting a Slytherin to actually engage in physical altercations, they were known for their cunning and guile after all, not their physical strength. He also knew that for most of his years in Hogwarts, Draco had never lifted a finger when it came to bullying others. The throbbing ache that was currently engulfing his face was proof that his rival had changed some.

Ignoring all rational thought, Harry launched himself at his rival, tackling him to the ground. Harry balled up his right hand into a fist and swung as hard as he could, aiming at Draco's far too perfect face. There was a nasty thud as said fist connected hard with the left side of the Malfoy heir's face, and a string of enraged curse words followed as the Slytherin tried to take control. As he struggled under Harry's weight and barrage of physical attacks, Draco had managed to unbalance the other and rolled them so he once again was on top.

This time the blonde took hold of Harry's shoulders, but found a better grip as he took two fist fulls of Potter's school robes and proceeded to slam him into the cold, hard ground.

"I'm going to kill you, Potter!" Draco yelled, blinded by his own anger.

Harry winced as Draco started to put more force into slamming him into the dirt, and defended himself with a well aimed punch to the Slytherin's middle, traumatizing the boy's solar plexus. Momentarily stunned, Draco tipped over to his side, allowing Harry to roll him on to his back; aiming another punch at the blond's ribs. This earned him a loud screech of pain, as he unknowingly cracked one of Draco's those ribs. Still dazed by the attack to his abdomen, Draco did his best to gather what strength he had to lift himself up and head butt Harry as hard as he could manage. This wasn't as good an idea as he had thought, his head wasn't helping his position now as pain suddenly surged down his spine. He ignored the throbbing pain around his forehead and pushed the Gryffindor off him and to the ground again; scrambling to get back up on his feet to regain the upper hand.

The blonde had no intentions of just letting Harry pick himself up off the ground, and wasted no time in delivering several painful kicks to his rival as he held and arm over his own injuries protectively.

"I am SO sick of you and your bloody attitude. Who the fuck do you think you are, Potter?" Draco spat out with each kick to Harry's body. He was sick of the way Potter was acting, how he was treating his uncle. He refused to see whatever it was between Severus and Harry continue when the boy was acting this immature. He was almost certain that he had heard a faint crack with the last kick, an eye for an eye after all. "Go fuck around with someone else and leave Snape alone," Draco snarled threateningly.

Gryffindors might not be known for their boundless intelligence or their guile, but they were well known for their vigor and resilience.

Harry refused to let Draco win, gaining his second wind and scrambling to his feet as fast has could manage, his face twisting in pain and anger. His vision was clouded by a red blanket of rage, he was unable to form a vicious coherent rebuke and instead charged forward shoulder first into the other wizard. They toppled to the ground as Harry rammed Draco, and they wrestled around in the dirt like rabid dogs as they clawed and screamed at each other.

The pair rolled several more times and had managed to land themselves on the shore of the lake, a hairs breath away from the freezing water. Their surroundings were the least of their worries; more bone cracking attacks ensued while their fist fight built more momentum. They finally found themselves soaked to the bone, a deathly chill wrapping its remorseless fingers tightly around them. Harry, having had enough of this, wrapped his own finger's around Draco's throat; trying to subdue his year mate as said boy flailed his arms and legs searching for escape, splashing about in the shallow water they had ended up in.

"Listen you bastard!" Harry growled, watching Draco claw at his hands. The lack of air, blood circulation, and the cold changing the colors of his face. "I don't know what your deal is and I couldn't care less at the moment. I won't hesitate to the beat the shite out of you if you try and hit me again." He threatened menacingly through clenched teeth, "Now, I'm going to let you go. I will talk and you will listen. I need your help, which I was going to explain before you decided to start a fist fight!" Harry snipped bitterly.

His body ached when he acknowledged the injuries he had incurred. Blood still trickled slowly down his face and under his chin, staining his school uniform as it ran down his neck. The familiar metallic copper taste of his lifeblood coated the inside of his mouth, causing him to feel nauseous as he moved to get off his class mate and out of the shallow water. He hissed as he breathed deeply; taking note that he probably had a few cracked ribs, possibly even a broken rib or two. Draco had done a number on him but he gave as good as he got, the Slytherin looked like he'd been tossed into a wood chipper.

Draco hacked and coughed as air raced into his oxygen deprived lungs, the color of his face slowlyreturning to its usual fairness as he sucked in air and the blood circulation flowed unrestricted. Harry watched as Draco rolled to his side and crawled out of the shallow water and on to the rocky bank of the lake, shivering as a cool breeze of late autumn swept through their water logged clothing. This whole situation really turned him off from finding a possible ally in Draco, but his options were scarce and his newest idea required the tact of House Slytherin.

"I fucked up." Harry began, not caring if Malfoy was paying him any mind. "I need help with Snape."

The Slytherin sent a furious look at Harry, ignoring the fact that the Gryffindor just asked him - of all people - for help, with his head of house no less. He was still fuming and had no intentions of listening to anything Potter had to say before he gave his year mate a tongue lashing of his own.

"You bloody well deserved everything you got. Don't you think Snape has been dragged through the mud enough?" The blonde huffed indignantly, wincing as the pain surged through his body.

"He's not innocent in all of this you prick. It's really none of your business what happens between us anyway, but he needs to be taught a lesson. If you don't help me, I am sure things will be a lot worse for everyone if you look at what's gone on for the past two months between us." Harry leveled another angry glare in Draco's direction as he defended his position in this ridiculous situation.

Before Draco could interrupt Harry continued in a serious tone, "I'm not spilling the gory details for you to pick apart just to find something to blame me for. He needs to realize a few things and it needs to be done the Slytherin way now. I need your help and I'd be willing to offer compensation." Harry hadn't intended for the conversation to happen this way, nor had he planned to leave that offer open in such an ambiguous manner. "My reasons and means are not up for discussion." He finished haughtily, rubbing away the blood on his face with the damp sleeve of his uniform.

"Why?" Draco asked dumbly, pinning Harry with an inquisitive stare.

"Why does it matter to you?" Harry quickly retorted. The inner workings of the fucked up relationship between Severus and himself was not a conversational topic he was willing to share with Draco, or anyone else.

"Because Snape is my Head of House and my godfather! I'm not going to let some idiot Gryffindor like yourself do what he pleases with a fellow Slytherin and family member," Draco growled defensively.

At first Harry snorted, the revelation that Severus was Draco's godfather was a little shocking but it was kind of amusing at the same time. The plan he had started to formulate before their little physical frenzy had been borderline shenanigans at best. Finding out that his fuckable Professor Snape was also the pseudo uncle to Draco Malfoy was not only entertaining but now bordering on dangerous rather than tom foolery.

This particular plan would probably be his most grand idea yet.

Regardless of the dangers that this idea had posed, in Harry's mind the pros far outweighed the cons.

"What's this idea of yours, Potter?" Draco ventured.

While the question itself was innocent, the intentions that Harry had were not. Malfoy was not going to like this one bit, he knew it, and he couldn't help but smirk mischievously.

"I'll explain it to you later. Meet me in the Room of Requirement after your last class today. I've got some things that I still need to work out," Harry said, skillfully avoiding the question for now. However, he knew there would still be an inevitable argument about the whole shebang later.

Draco was right to be skeptical- who wouldn't be when you had witnessed the ridiculous antics of Harry Potter for the last couple weeks? Anyone in their right mind would reject Harry's offer flat out, but Draco felt a strange pull towards meeting Harry. It felt like he should go along with the boy's plan, however ridiculous it was sure to be. Had the boy really come up with a plan to fix things between himself and Severus? Would this be what was best for his godfather?

"Fine, but you better not be late to your own meeting. I'll hex you six ways to hell!"

"Yea, yea." Harry mumbled as he slowly stood up on his feet, still a little shaky from the physical exertion, and moving to walk away. He also still felt a bit sticky from his nose bleed, deciding it would probably be a good idea to clean up before making an appearance anywhere. He'd have to stop by the infirmary before his next class to see about getting his injuries fixed by someone he trusted. He was especially, albeit subconsciously, worried about how bad the bruises would be.

"I mean it, Potter," Harry heard Draco growl as he began walking away, waving off the annoyance casually with his hand, "and you'd better not be wasting my time!"

Draco Malfoy was really the least of his worries. Harry knew that his plans weren't very well thought out, this recent idea was completely guilty of his trademark poor execution and tendency to skip over important details; but he never really cared about the consequences when he put them into play.

Harry only wanted Severus.

And he would do anything to have the man.

Which included the very high chance of getting eviscerated by him.

o0o0o

The last class of the day seemed to just drone on, and Draco was more than a little anxious to figure out what exactly Potter had planned for his next big operation. He was distracted all through his Ancient Runes class, unable to focus on the lecture and discussion, which led to him receiving a detention. He deemed it an acceptable loss on his part, as whatever it was that the Gryffindor had planned was far more important than some silly detention. Or so he hoped, or else Potter would be dead.

When it was finally time for class to end, Draco wasted no time in grabbing his things and rushing out the door, down the hallway, down a couple flights of stairs and to the hall way he could find entry into the Room of Requirement. After a couple minutes trying to figure out how exactly to gain entrance into the room, one of the few places he had never managed to find himself, he had discovered Potter sitting on a comfortable looking maroon couch with bits of parchment laid out upon both the couch and a coffee table. His rival's face was pensive, the feather end of his quill tapping lightly against his bottom lip while his mind wandered deep in his thoughts.

Draco, far too curious for his own good, crept closer to where Potter was sitting on the couch, trying to get close enough to take a small peek at the papers strewn about. Harry had noticed the movement from the corner of his eye before Draco could see what was scribbled on the paper, he turned his head just slightly giving his rival a curious look; as though he had intruded upon his privacy.

"Surprised you were already here, Potter." Draco sniffed indignantly, pulling back as he studied his new partner in crime. Harry had cleaned himself up since their little wrestling match and the evidence of their fight was non-existent

"Of course I'm here, I was the one that invited you to come here in the first place." Harry replied as he studied Draco back. There was an unnatural sparkle to those eyes of his that spoke of interest and mischievousness. The look that told Harry loud and clear that despite what the arrogant blond prick would say, he wanted in on this plan. Slytherins where like moths to fire light when there was trouble to be had.

"So, I'm here now. You going to let me in on this little plan of yours or not?" Straight to the point Harry noticed. He was for more eager to find out than his body language let on.

Upon closer inspection the Gryffindor's feet had been surrounded by crumpled up parchment, as if he'd been trying to draw the perfect blue prints for his scheme. It looked like he was unable to copy down his thoughts perfectly to paper.

"Have a seat," Harry offered politely, gesturing to the fresh tea set that had materialized on the table. He scrutinized Potter and then the offending tea set like it had insulted his mother. "We have a lot of things to discuss, though you might not like them. We have very little time to plan, and even less time to make it happen." It was an understatement saying that Draco wouldn't like it. His class mate would probably go bananas, which was putting it mildly.

Perhaps he should silently ask the Room of Requirement for some kind of first-aid kit, he would most likely need it if things with this meeting went sour.

Basically, as Harry had tried to explain in his head over and over, he required a partner, but the sidekick also had to be the fall guy. He knew that Severus would do everything in his power to ignore the fact that Harry was ignoring his request –order– and he would go to great lengths to make this person's life a living hell.

That was when he thought of his nemesis. This was also before he had come in to some very vital, but deadly intel. Draco Malfoy's godfather just happened to be Severus Snape, there would be no doubt about it, using Malfoy would piss Severus off a lot quicker than some random student.

"I've been putting pieces of this together, and as far as I am concerned it should do the trick. The only issue is that I needed someone to be my wing man of sorts." Malfoy gave him a funny look as though he already had a small hunch about what he was about to ask for. "...For my plan to work I need someone to pose as my pseudo-boyfriend to force Severus into making a move." The faces that Draco had probably made while Harry gave Severus the most erotic blowjob of his life time were amusing, but paled in comparison to what he was witnessing right now. The blond's face was a mixture of shock, amusement, anger, and seething hate with plenty more emotions he was far too afraid to unearth.

The Slytherin had a few scenarios rolling through his mind while he painstakingly waited for his last class to end. This was something he was not expecting Potter to ever dare ask him, it was a horrifying nightmare he was not prepared for. The things that could go wrong with this whole ordeal would destroy his reputation forever!

No, no, no, no, no.

His godfather would obliterate him, then bury him in the green houses to fertilize the plants that required fresh dead things if he were to do this for that idiotic Gryffindor.

That was the exact moment he deemed Potter's little gig 'Operation: Death Sentence'.

After a few moments, what Potter had told him had finally sunk in and all he could manage was a shriek, "You want me to what!?"

Harry expected them to act like a real couple which included public displays of affection, - holding hands, hugging, kissing- as well as sitting together during meals and spending their free time together. When Harry neutrally explained all of this, Malfoy was as pale as the ghosts that inhabited the castle. He wasn't sure if the whimpers were because he realized what Severus would do when he found out, or if it was the prospect of 'dating' the Boy Who Lived that frightened him so.

The first phase of Harry's plan required them to be up and in the Great Hall by seven-thirty when breakfast was set out for the Students and Faculty. This worked out well for them because most of the student body did not come down to breakfast until around seven forty-five to eat before their eight am classes, while some of the sixth and seventh years didn't come down until eight-thirty to eat before their nine am class. They wouldn't have to deal with too many people, but just enough.

Harry knew that Severus was among the first to get down to the hall to have his morning coffee. Even when their 'thing' -as Harry referred to it- was stable, Severus was not a morning person and he was far more grouchy before he had his first two cups of coffee. To avoid having to deal with idiotic children and irritating co-workers so early in the morning, Severus always arrived at the Great Hall exactly five minutes before the house elves finished setting everything out for breakfast.

This happened to be one of the many things Harry learned of the Potions Master before their argument. He was never allowed overnight visits in the man's bed, or his quarters for that matter; but he was able to get this sort of information when Severus allowed him into his rooms to 'hang out'.

With the smaller details pinned down Harry began explaining the bigger points of the plot. It was difficult to keep focused as this was probably "The most ridiculously idiotic plan ever created," quoted by Draco.

They had spent several hours going over and rehearsing their act to perfection, into the wee morning hours of Wednesday before finally parting; but not without angry insults and death threats.

o0o0o

Harry growled when the spelled clock alarm went off in his head rather loudly. He had parted ways with Draco around one in the morning, when they had put the last finishing touch in their scheme. He was pleasantly surprised when the boy had agreed to go along with his scheme, and thought that he must have underestimated how much Draco cared for his godfather.

Harry mumbled grouchily as he tried to pull himself from out under the covers and out of his bed, nearly tripping on the sheets wrapped around his feet. Draco was supposed to meet him outside the portrait to Gryffindor Tower at seven twenty-five so they could walk to the Great Hall together. He had exactly fifteen minutes to shower and get ready before he needed to go.

He didn't bother looking around to see if any of his dorm mates were up, only Neville and Dean had an eight o'clock class besides him but they were down in the hall by seven forty-five.

Snatching his wand off the bedside table, Harry stretched and yawned as his body slowly started to wake up, he made his way to the bathroom to take care of his morning needs. He turned on the spray in the shower stall and stripped himself of his night clothes, setting his wand on a nearby shelf. As soon as he stepped under the hot water, his mind began to clear and the heat chased away the last of the stiffness from his body. Having the ability to move and think freely, thoughts of both his plan and explicit images of Severus had no problems invading the forefront of his mind as he began washing his body.

Harry imagined that he and Severus were in the shower together.

Severus' hands explored every inch of him; arms wrapped themselves around Harry's body holding him close to the man to whom they were attached to. Harry could hear the silky deep voice whispering filthy things into his ear, and felt that mouth on his neck tasting and biting him.

Harry really didn't have the time to thoroughly enjoy this dream, though he very much wanted to make it last as long as possible. He squeezed a generous amount of liquid soap into his hand, making quick work of his erection.

As his hands quickly worked over his swollen flash, he imagined Snape coming to meet him, slipping into the Common Room unnoticed, sneaking up the stairs and into the washroom where Harry waited.

"What have we here?" Snape would whisper, his velvety voice causing Harry's knees to buckle. "Touching yourself, why Harry, let me take care of that."

Harry's fist moved faster, desperately wanting to drag this fantasy out, but knowing that every second he did so made him in danger of being late for his meeting.

He imagined Snape disrobing, moving in closer, hands trailing down Harry's body until they found his cock, dripping with soapy water. It wasn't long before he was spurting his release onto the ceramic tiles of the wall and floor; watching the water swirl his cum down the drain as he leaned again the walls for support.

With his libido -and imagination- satiated for now, Harry shut the water off and finished getting ready for the day.

Making sure to grab his wand off the shelf, he made his way downstairs to meet Draco.

o0o0o

When Draco woke up to get ready this morning his stomach was immediately tied up in knots, equal part fear and annoyance at having gone along with the plan in the first place. He felt doubtful that this spectacular idea would work, and he was having second thoughts even with everything that had been gone over last evening. He had little faith that Potter would get what he wanted, and he imagined how it would look to his own crush. He knew that his other year mate felt something for him, or at least that's what he had heard. Sometimes in the corner of his eye he would catch the other staring, so he had a bit of hope that maybe this could go right.

It would probably go incredibly wrong before it would go right, but his desire to please his godfather, and to spark jealousy in his own crush pushed him to at least try.

Taking another deep breath, Draco left the safety of the dungeons to go meet Harry at the Gryffindor Tower portrait. How strange a thought- that he was going to meet Harry. If someone had told him this his first year at Hogwarts, he would have thought them worthy of a trip to St. Mungos.

The walk up the many flights of stairs was uneventful, he had only seen one other student on his way, who paid no mind to Draco as he kept ascending the floors.

He swallowed thickly as he took the last step onto the seventh floor. There was no turning back now, as his legs walked him closer and closer to his probable doom. Actually, if he really thought about it, there was nothing "probable" about it, he was certain that he'd be murdered. All because Harry Bloody Potter needed some help resolving his relationship issues.

"A relationship." Draco snorted.

Potter wouldn't even use the word to describe what he and his uncle had with each other. The way that stupid Gryffindor talked made it sound like he was in love, another thing the idiot wouldn't admit to when it had come up last night. Potter wouldn't go to all this trouble to bother the fuck out of his godfather because he didn't love him. You had to be blind not to see the way the two of them stole glances of the other when they were in the same room or corridor.

Draco shuffled around uncomfortably as he waited impatiently for Potter to come down. Casting a tempus charm he noticed that the imbecile would make them both late if he didn't get his arse down here soon.

Today they were supposed to start out slow, which included sitting with each other at breakfast, holding hands mid-afternoon between classes, and a quick kiss in the corridor after dinner. Nothing too physical had to happen, it was only suppose to be enough to gauge the reactions of their interested parties on the first day. Things would escalate day by day depending on how long it took to stir the proper reactions.

Before they even started going through anything in-depth, Harry made it abundantly clear that there would be nothing between them, and everything would go back to normal when he got what he wanted; to which Draco was relieved. He wasn't at all interested in Potter that way to begin with. No, he was interested in a certain someone else…

Unfortunately, Draco had let that fact slip. Harry bugged him until he came clean with who he had fancied. Their plans got a bit more complicated thereafter, they weren't quite sure how his admired would take to the fake relationship, but Draco hoped that it would make him jealous enough to spark something between them. Draco would be much happier if this whole mess did not take more than a day. If his godfather was as possessive as Potter had said he was, then he was definitely counting on a quick outcome.

It was wishful thinking.

Checking the time with a tempus again, he noticed that Potter was a couple minutes late. Draco sighed just as the portrait swung open, allowing the idiot out of the common room.

"It's about time." He said in an icy tone, and threw the Gryffindor an irritated glare.

"Oh, come off it! I swear Slytherins are the worst morning people ever." Harry snorted, his signature lopsided grin gracing his lips.

"I don't know why you're in a good mood when we're going to get killed! If not today, maybe tomorrow or however long this takes us." The blonde hissed venomously as he gestured harshly between them.

He was still quite bitter about being the only one able to help his rival. But then again…what would Blaise think when he saw them…could this end up helping him? Would Blaise be jealous enough to finally make a move?

"How many times do I have to tell you, everything will work out fine!" Harry growled back, "nothing bad will happen, Severus will learn his lesson and Blaise will be all over you, now lets go!" He finished stiffly as he walked past Draco, walking down the stairs towards the Great Hall to begin Operation: Death Sentence.

Death sentence, indeed.

o0o0o

When Severus woke up this morning and rolled out of bed, he expected his day to be relatively similar to every other day. What he was not expecting when he sat down with his first cup of coffee in the Great Hall, was both his god son Draco and Potter walking in side by side and sitting at the same table.

Both of them. Gryffindor and Slytherin. Sitting at one table. A Gryffindor sitting with a Slytherin at the Slytherin table.

Harry Potter and his known rival Draco Malfoy sitting together pleasantly, not killing each other or arguing, at the same table, a Slytherin table.

Severus has to check himself to make sure he was not hallucinating.

He squinted, periodically rubbing his eyes -which he did not ever do– making sure that this was in fact not a dream. If it were possible, Severus' head would have probably exploded, bearing the knowledge that those two could sit together without arguing, fighting, hexing, or killing each other. It was probably one of the more bizarre things he had ever witnessed in his lifetime.

That fact made it all the more suspicious.

Regaining his composer, Severus finished his first cup of coffee and reached for his second. He watched as both Draco and Potter put food on their plates and having what looked like a civil conversation.

This couldn't be happening.

There was no way in hell that they could be having a civil conversation.

Mild irritation flooded him as he watched Harry smile brightly at something Draco had said. The small hand gestures, warm smiles and what looked like blushing translated into flirting to Snape.

His god son was flirting with his Harry.

No, he thought, it couldn't be. Draco would do no such thing.

Severus did his best to ignore the pair, concentrating on the scalding liquid that he poured into his mouth and down his throat. His eyes kept darting back and forth between the wall and Harry's face; watching the looks he had once received be given to Draco freely.

They looked comfortable together and part of Potions Master felt awful for the way he pushed Harry away like he had, the other part of Severus -the possessive part of him that is- was outraged that Draco dared to be near Harry. That vicious part of his consciousness crushed all other feelings and thoughts easily.

The man wanted to get up from his seat, walk down to where the two of them were sitting, and shake Draco to death while screaming at him. Severus shoved that train of thought down violently as he tried to keep from staring, sneering, growling, and killing things.

While it was a task to keep himself in line, Severus couldn't completely keep his emotions restrained behind his carefully crafted impassive mask. As early as he got to the Great Hall for his morning coffee and light breakfast, there were usually no other staff around for him to be bothered by.

He was free to slip up as much as he wanted, within reason of course.

"Has he noticed us?" Draco asked curiously as he speared a couple sausage links with his fork.

"Yes, and he looks like he's already struggling not to come over here." Harry answered, smiling sweetly at Draco while he spooned some scrambled eggs on to his own plate.

"Guess it's working then." The blonde answered taking a bite of his toast; lips upturning in a smirk as he chewed.

"A little too well and we've barely begun. If it continues at this rate we'll be done by dinner time." Harry chuckled, and smiled at Draco again as he brought a fork full of hash browns to his mouth.

"At this rate you'll be back in my uncle's trousers in no time, Harry." Draco teased, nudging Potter suggestively as he took a bite of egg.

Harry blushed crimson and nearly choked on his potatoes. He urgently gulped down his own pumpkin juice, taking deep breaths as he started coughing. Draco gently clapped Harry's back a couple times out of feigned concern, putting on a show in front of his dear uncle Severus.

"You need to be more careful, Harry." Draco stated as he brought his napkin up to dab at the corner of Harry's mouth.

The gesture caught Harry by surprise, but he worked it to his advantage. The blush was still very apparent on his cheeks, and he smiled at the blonde Slytherin and tentatively brought a hand up to the one carefully tending to his face.

It was absolutely, wretchedly, disgustingly awkward for the both of them, but their practice and wondrous ability to act paid off as neither of them showed any true awkwardness between them.

Harry squeezed Draco's hand before he gently pulled it away from his face, interlacing their fingers. Draco certainly did not like the way Harry's features screamed mischief.

"Severus is eating it up, he looks like he's about to explode. I say we speed things up a little, what do you say?" Harry smirked, still managing to keep his bashful look; Draco's hand still held lightly to his palm.

Of course, Harry was never really one for patience.

Not waiting for Draco to reply, he leaned in and kissed the blonde's cheek, allowing his lips to linger before slowly pulling away and releasing Draco's hand from his grasp. Draco did his best to react accurately to the situation, but it was difficult when there was an angry smashing sound as the mugs Severus had used for his coffee, had coincidentally fallen to the floor as he tried to make an angry escape. Malfoy had to surpass a laugh.

That was, until he looked over to the opened doors of the great hall to see Blaise Zabini standing motionless, staring at him with a look of irritation. Draco stared right back, he began to get up off the bench and go to the object of his own affections when Harry grabbed on to the sleeve of his uniform.

"Draco, not yet." Harry murmured, they still had a lot to do and Draco going over to Blaise would not be good for their little game when there were a handful of people already taking notice to their faux relationship.

The blonde sat back down on the bench with a sigh, turning his gaze to the wall in front of him. If his uncle was going to kill him for this, then he was going to kill Potter if he ruined whatever small chances he had with Blaise.

He still hoped faintly that the plan would work to his advantage, but the look on Blaise's face made him almost want to back out of the deal.

"I'm going to kill you before Severus has a chance to kill me, mark my words Potter." He grumbled dangerously, refusing to look at Harry. "Did you see the look on Blaise's face? This isn't making him jealous, it's making him disgusted towards me!"

"I'm sorry, things will work out. I promise." Harry replied softly, trying to comfort his rival in someway. He watched as Blaise walked the rest of the way into the hall, taking a seat down on the furthest end of the Slytherin table, closest to the staff table where Severus had sat not five minutes ago.

Jealousy was quite evident in Blaise's body language, and in the nasty glare that was aimed directly at him. Harry wanted to just drive Snape insane until he shattered into little pieces, but dragging it out like he had planned did not seem like a smart idea when there were two...no...probably three Slytherins pissed off at him now.

However, it was undeniable that both Blaise and Severus were jealous…

Harry quickly finished his breakfast and swallowed the last of his juice before standing up from the bench. "I'm going to head to Transfiguration now, I'll see you just before lunch starts." He let his hand rest on Draco's rigid shoulder, trying to reassure him once more before he turned and headed towards his first class of the day.

Draco refused to acknowledge the Gryffindor at the moment. The time was nearing eight o'clock and already he was stressed, on top of having to worry about Blaise and his uncle murdering him or other people.

'I should have had a will written out' was Draco's last thought as he stood and left the Great Hall to go to Charms, his first class of the day.

o-o

The time in and between classes for Harry and Draco seemed to drag on for ages.

Severus had begun to discreetly -in front of his morning classes- brew a potion himself after he had set his dunder headed students on their own projects. Severus had no idea what other outrageous stunts Harry had planned to have him witness throughout the day. All Severus cared about was getting his own revenge on the brat who dared to defy him.

It was a shame that there were too many people around to witness him motioning his hands in the evil mastermind sort of way while he cackled his 'Muahaha!' maniacally.

As he slowly added the finely crushed hellbore to his concoction he realized that he did in fact cackle maniacally out loud and not in his head. His first years stared at him in disturbed disbelief, the reactions were nearly priceless. He was tempted to do it again just to see what would happen; it was a tough call but the need to work on his own potion beat out the need to terrorize eleven year old children.

Sadly.

Perhaps he would experiment with his evil laugh another day.

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By lunch time the whole school was buzzing with gossip about the 'new' relationship between Draco and Harry. It was to be expected of course, Harry took the hearsay into account when he began laying the frame work to this daring idea. He had hoped to manipulate it into more ammo to use against that snarky bastard Potions Master.

It was essentially a two front assault. Entering the fake relationship with Draco would push Severus across the boundaries of his self control by getting the man all angry and possessive; what Harry pinned as his most vulnerable emotion. This was the first and more obvious front.

The second was the most uncontrollable and subtle front. The fake relationship would be witnessed by everyone in the school and those people would eventually start to talk about the newest juicy information in and out of classes. There was no denying that roughly eighty percent of the student body and most of the staff were in fact gossip mongers. Everyone would be talking about this for a while, so Severus would never get away from hearing things about Draco and Harry.

Add in the bonus that gossipers were often embellishers, and that soon enough the simple kiss on the cheek he had given Draco would be recounted in many classrooms as a "make out session", then maybe people would be calling it "practically groping", and then it would spiral down from there. Truly, it was genius, but also quite dangerous.

Harry was a little afraid of the consequences of backing Severus into a corner. The possibilities of torture and death were countless, and horrible mental pictures filled his head as the seconds ticked away. He was almost certain that Snape had already begun trying to take his revenge.

During the passing periods between his morning classes he had gotten hexed. A lot. From stinging hexes, to having his shoe laces together in horrid knots and falling on his face, and many other spells that grieved him brutally. He blamed it all on the Potions Master until he caught a glimpse of Blaise with his wand out as he turned, fleeing around the corner and down the opposite corridor.

Naturally with Harry's luck, Blaise would be just as possessive as Severus. Well, at this rate, Blaise would be making a move on Draco by the end of the day. Perhaps his plan would work out better than he had expected, as he had not factored in the jealousy of two men.

Must be a Slytherin trait. Harry thought to himself as he went to meet Draco near the Great Hall so they could walk to rest of the way together.

By now he was used to the staring and the whispering behind his back. It came with being the Boy Who Lived, and he had put up with ever since he first stepped foot in the wizarding world. So the curious looks, the scowling, the pointing, and whispering was easily brushed off. He was more supportive of it now anyway because of the current situation. As he walked he smiled at everyone who noticed him, watching the interesting reactions as he went.

Aside from Blaise attacking him, his morning had went pretty well all considering.

Stepping down the last staircase right before the Great Hall he saw Draco, back leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets in a casual but bored manner. He was looking a little pale, which only meant that his rival was not fairing as well as himself.

"What happened?" Harry asked right away, leaning his shoulder against the wall at Draco's left side.

"Just irritated. Nott thinks our thing is amusing and he doesn't know when the shut up." Draco sighed.

"I see. Hermione says that we can sit next to her, if you're OK with it." Harry commented as he started tracing the random shapes in the stone wall with his fingers.

"She cornered you during a passing period, didn't she?" The blonde smirked knowingly. There was no way to keep information out of that girl's reach.

"She's scary when she gets bossy." Harry mumbled, face flushing with embarrassment.

"Of course she is," Draco agreed. "We can sit with her, as our seating options with limited idiocy are few and far between."

"Are you ready then? There will be a lot more people in the Great Hall now than there was at breakfast." Harry said, holding out his hand for his rival and co-conspirator.

Draco stared down at the offered hand, and thought about the consequences in taking it and walking through those doors with Harry Potter. At this point it really wouldn't matter whether or not he went with it, quite a few people saw them this morning and it had already circulated the school…Which included Blaise, who was sure to be watching now.

"Do or die, right?" The blonde sighed as he took hold of Harry's out stretched hand, and pushed off the wall; leading them both towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

They both took a couple deep breaths before actually entering the hall, letting themselves collect their courage. Neither cared for the reactions they were no doubt going to receive, it wasn't about anyone else anyway.

"We can do this," Harry whispered, squeezing his rival's hand gently as they turned and walked through the arched door way. "Try not to look like you're gonna die, Malfoy." Harry jibbed lightly.

They had to make this believable, so looking irritated and uninterested was not a good idea. Draco perked up a little bit then, smirking a and walking a little closer to Harry who had put on one of his best smiles. In Draco's head, a funeral march could be heard playing. All eyes were on them was they walked down the center isle next the Gryffindor House table towards where Hermione had saved them seats.

They quickly sat down and tucked into their own food, the atmosphere seemed to lighten quite a bit. While it was a peculiar sight to see Draco and Harry getting along, it was a far more strange sight to see a Slytherin sitting at the Gryffindor house table. After ten minutes or so the awkwardness of the idea had faded, everyone going about what they had been doing before the duo had entered the Hall.

Overall, lunch was a rather dull affair. Hermione asked how Harry and Draco were, Neville was going on about some new flora that was discovered recently in a remote area of the Andes mountains in South America, Ron shot Harry annoyed looks, and glared at Draco every now and then.

The only thing Harry really noticed was that Severus was missing from his place at the faculty table at the front of the room. He felt panicky for a moment, visions of Snape torturing poor students in the dungeons for information filled his already tortured mind. Draco had picked up on this and nudged Potter with his left elbow, getting his attention as he whispered "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just Snape isn't here is all." He whispered back as he stabbed at the sliced peaches on his plate.

Draco found himself becoming a little unsettled by the knowledge that his godfather wasn't in the hall, but he pushed it back down again and focused on his plate of food, unwilling to think the nasty thoughts that plagued his mind since late last night.

Lunch time came and went and the students trickled out as they went to their next class, or to other areas of castle and grounds. Draco and Harry parted ways but not before gracing many viewers with a quick kiss and a promise to see each other later.

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Draco's afternoon classes were blurred together and rather uneventful. That was until he witnessed Blaise follow Harry down a corridor and violently push him into a wall. It was an intriguing site to see indeed. Blaise laid into Harry with a rage that he had never witnessed from his fellow Slytherin, and it was rather nice to see in a way. The strong character, perfect body...harsh voice. It took Draco a couple moments to regain himself before he made his way over to his fake boyfriend and his potential boyfriend. Blaise was seconds away from decking Potter in the face before Draco had decided this had gone far enough on Blaise's end. Draco had to let him in on their plot, or at the very least shed some light on it.

He had a difficult time trying to explain to Blaise why he and Harry were together. Mostly it was him demanding that Harry spill the beans to Blaise, and Blaise experiencing a wide variety of facial expressions that finally settled on laughter when he discovered the truth.

Malfoy noticed that Blaise seemed perked up after this encounter, knowing the relationship was fake. He caught Blaise's eye as they walked away and held his gaze for as long as he could.

Perhaps this end of the plan had worked?

With that issue dealt with, the rest of the afternoon was spent listening to dull lectures in History of Magic, hexing and cursing his other classmates in Defense, and icy looks from his Uncle in NEWT level Potions. Draco found it rather odd that he just received icy looks instead of points taken and detentions.

Was it possible that the ex-spy had found out about their little game? If he did then how could it have happened in the first place? There was no possibility that he could have overheard the planning session that he and Potter had the night before in the Room of Requirement. Had he overheard the conversation with Blaise?He let his mind dwell on the idea before disregarding it as him being paranoid.

He let his mind circle around other topics like the target of his affections walking next to him towards Herbology their last class of the day.

Harry's classes were about the same. He paid them no mind, even ignoring the fact that Snape was teaching his Potions class. Every now and then when Harry would look up from his writing assignment, the times when he felt those dark eyes on him, he noticed Severus' gaze boring into him and one of his "I know what you're up to" kind of smirks on his face. It was unnerving and made Harry feel like something awful was going to happen.

It felt as if the man could read his mind, like he knew exactly what Harry was doing. He let his eyes drop back down to his work and did his best to fight against that horrible twisting of his insides.

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Afternoon classes finally finished, and dinner came and went. Thankful that the first day had finally come to a close, Harry and Draco said their good nights -chaste kiss and all- and parted ways to rest up for tomorrow's continuation, if it was needed.

Harry felt the need to unwind and clear his head before he headed back to the dorms for the evening. The corridors were all but deserted and he had his trusty cloak just in case. It was always a bad idea to roam the halls just minutes before curfew was initiated but he didn't care.

Things seemed to have worked themselves out today just like he had told Draco, but it was a close call with Blaise, and would have had to endure a right nasty hexing from the dark skinned Slytherin if it were not for Draco's demand to let him in on the whole ordeal.

He still couldn't get Severus' odd looks out of his head, as hard as he tried. They were permanently burned into his memory and the only thoughts related to those images were awful thoughts. He couldn't quite let go of the idea that the man had somehow figured out what he had been up to all along. The man was a skilled Legillimens, he was the biggest asset to the Order as a spy...He could have slipped up somewhere...Could have got complacent. There were plenty of times where He and Draco could have been over heard.

No.

He couldn't let this get to him. He had to keep up a strong facade, continue on until he pushed the Potions Master in making a move. Harry took a couple cleansing breaths and continued walking down a darkened hall. It was quiet and everyone seemed to be in their common rooms or sneaking off to hidden places before the professors began their nightly rounds. Harry was quite amused when he spotted Blaise pressing Draco up against a wall doing unmentionable things to him, and by the looks of it, sucking the boy's life from him as they snogged.

Least one of them was getting laid tonight, and maybe Draco would forget about all the trouble that Harry had caused.

A rather lewd moan from Draco echoed down the hall and into Harry's ears distracted him, not noticing how the shadows seemed to stalk him. His last sight before his vision swam was red spell fire and a striking pain in his head as he collapsed to the floor.

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