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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 goodneake ake - go find some fluff (nothing against fluff, I love fluff - but right now, it just isn't 100% here)! Thanks!

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"
I'm not a perfect person

There's many things I wish I didn't do

But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you
"

~Hobastank

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Tomorrow came, and went, and so did another day and then another; it turned into three long days before Draco�s frustration turned to desperation.

For three full days since the initial full-out shag with Potter, the boy-who-lived had managed to avoid his nemesis quite successfully.

Each time Draco tried to get near Harry (whether it be to share a seat beside the boy in Potions or to just plain try and drag him into a deserted classroom in-between studies) he was either told-off, flicked off, fought or hexed off or carefully avoided by being in crowded areas or with friends. It was beginning to drive Draco mad, mad to the point that in order to shag Potter again he would have to do some dirty work.

�Longbottom!� he hollered and watched as the chubby Gryffindor came to a shaky halt from where he had been trudging along towards the entry-way to the Gryffindor tower.

Neville swallowed carefully and then turned around to face the Malfoy heir a.k.a the Slytherin prince. �Yes?� he squeaked and squeezed his eyes closed in a wince.

Draco sauntered carefully over to the other boy and stopped a foot�s distance from him. �I need to speak to Granger.�

�Hermoine?! You want to speak to Hermione?� Neville gawked, his jaw dropping open for added emphasis.

�Isn�t that what I just said?� Draco drawled, raising one very shapely and aristocratic eyebrow.

�Right. Okay. Um, just a minute,� Neville babbled, then turned to whisper the password to the fat-lady in order to go inside.

Draco watched with amusement as the other boy disappeared from sight. He waited and then waited some more. Finally, after wondering if Fat-Bottom had pulled a rare one-over on him the portrait swung wide open and who should step out but Granger, the mudblood, herself.

�Granger,� Draco nodded. �About time.�

Hermione snorted and glared. �What do you want, Malfoy? Harry won�t come down-�

�I already guessed that Granger,� Draco growled. �Bloody golden-boy seems to have taken an extreme dislike to my person all of a sudden and it�s really irritating me.�

�Well, what do you expect with the way you�re treating him!� Hermione huffed.

�Treating him?! I want him, isn�t that enough?!� Draco yelled, losing his ever professed cool for a moment before taking a deeeatheath.

�No, it�s not enough, Malfoy,� Hermione stated cooly and leaned against the stone wall, her arms folded regarding the other boy. �What do you want, then?� she asked again.

Malfoy murmured something and then choked and coughed.

�I�m sorry, didn�t quite catch that -� Hermione glared.

�I need your help getting Potter,� Malfoy spat. �It�s been three days since I�ve had him all to myself. THREE. Do you realize that I haven�t shagged anyone else since him?�

�Like I care, Malfoy. Why should I help you,� Hermione challenged. �You�ve been nothing but rude to me and Ron, you stalk and molest Harry,� she began.

�I am NOT stalking him. As for molesting . . hmm, I just want his ass, WHAT?!?!� he sighed. �I�m just being honest.�

�Right,� Hermione stated curtly.

�I really, really like his ass, you know,� Draco added sheepishly and looked up at the girl again.

�What about HARRY. Do you like HARRY, Malfoy? There�s Harry�s ass and then there�s HARRY, you know,� she stated smartly. �Two different things.�

�Er, yes, well maybe, see . . . it�s complicated,� Draco stumbled. �And his name, as far as I�m concerned, is POTTER, not Ha- . . . . Har-� he stuttered. �Not that other one.�

�Either you do or you don�t,� Hermione brought them to a stalemate. �When you decide, let me know, until then - bugger off!� she glared and then turned and went back inside the Gryffindor tower, the portrait slamming behind her.

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Dinner came and Malfoy sat quietly, chewing his food but not really tasting anything. He had a few things on his mind, most of which (of course) concerned Potter.

Draco looked across the hall to where the Gryffindor sat, eating his food and talking happily with the mudblood and weasel. It were as if he didn�t have a concern in the world - as if not having a shag for three full days didn�t affect him.

Draco was affected. It was inexcusable that he was being made to suffer this way - that Potter was actually refusing him another good time after the one they had shared. Blast it all - it almost made him want to ask himself where did he go wrong? But he didn�t go wrong, he was a Malfoy after all. Malfoy�s took what they wanted, regardless.

Draco glared at the golden boy from across the Great Hall and stabbed his fork into his dinner.

�What�s wrong,� Pansy sighed from where she sat to his left.

�Nothing,� Draco growled.

�Draco, honey, spill it,� Pansy stated firmly. �You�re driving us all mad tonight. Not a single smart-ass comment, all silent and frustrated-like, stabbing your dinner - this just is not healthy!�

Draco threw his fork down on his plate and soon had the attention of Blaise as well. �It�s Potter,� he spat.

�I knew it,� Blaise stated satisfied from his right.

�Shut up, Zabini,� Draco cut him off continuing. �Saint Potter,� he sneered using one of his treasured names for the other boy. �Gave him a good time three days ago, even after the disaster at the party, and have we had another go of it yet? NO!�

�You fucked Potter - again?!� Pansy�s jaw dropped. �But that�s - that�s not . .�

�Oh it�s possible,� Blaise stated thoughtfully, chewing on a breadstick. �Knowing Draco, it�s very possible.�

�He�s over there right now, ignoring me - acting as though nothing happened!� Draco pouted. �I�ve been trying to have another moment with him for the past three days and he just bloody well keeps avoiding the inevitable!�

�What�s inevitable,� Crabbe suddenly perked up from where he sat across the table.

�Me fucking Potter again,� Draco sighed.

�Oh, right, okay,� Crabbe stated without interest and went back to his delicious meal.

�I swear, it�s not fair.�

�So what are the facts here,� Pansy thought. �How should we look at things this time around.�

Draco groaned, �Don�t start that �let�s look at the brighter side of things� shit, Pansy. Not now.�

�No, no everything sucks lately, don�t worry,� Pansy patted her friend on the shoulder. �Basically your dilemma is this - the night of the party, you semi-had Potter, then you really had Potter, and now you want to have Potter again. But you can�t seem to have him again. Oh, well, that�s not good is it? You�re bound to be sexually frustrated then for well the rest of the year? The rest of your life? Hmm, that didn�t help did it.�

�Just shut up, Pansy,� Blaise rolled his eyes. �Here�s the deal, man-to-man,� Blaise smirked. �You want him - go get him.�

�I. Tried. That. You. Idiot.� Draco grounded out. �He�s always ready for something, anything I throw his way of late, always on guard since I dragged him off to my room and we did the deed.�

�Did you force him?� Blaise quirked an eyebrow.

�Eh . . well we had a little bondage moment,� Draco shrugged sheepishly.

�I love bondage,� Blaise stated thoughtfully.

�Best time to catch someone off-guard is when they�re in a comfy-zone,� Pansy stated simply, without thought as she ate.

Both Blaise and Draco stared at the unknowing girl and blinked.

��Comfy-zone,�� Draco snorted. �Only you, Pansy.�

�That�s it!� Blaise exclaimed. �When you�ve been trying to, ahem, �get� to Potter again it�s been in and around times and places he�s expected you�d try to. Why not really catch him off guard at the times and places he would assume you really wouldn�t dare try to.�

�Like where,� Draco was thoughtful.

�Well isn�t it obvious, one of the places is here and now,� Blaise smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.

Draco gasped and looked around at the filled Great Hall; students from all houses and even the teachers were present for the evening meal. �ARE YOU INSANE?!� Draco hollered and several people spared a moment to look curiously his way.

�I�m not proposing you shag him on the Gryffindor table . . .�Blaise stated.

�Oh now that would be delicious,� Pansy panted.

�I�m just saying - start small - do little things to throw him off, shake his resolve! Instead of trying to tackle his ass directly to your bed for a bit of bondage sport, go after him in ways he wouldn�t think you�re capable of,� Blaise nodded. �A little surprise here, a little surprise there . . .�

�Slowly break him, catch him off guard when he thinks he�s safe,� Draco stated thoughtfully.

�Well yes, that�s the darker version of what I said,� Blaise rolled his eyes.

�That would mean publicly declaring my interest in Potter,� Draco sighed. �That my interest is going beyond our duels and more towards getting in his pants.�

�Yes, I guess it would,� Blaise propped his chin up on his hands. �Problem with that?�

Draco paused a moment. �Not if it means I finally get some ass again. No, none at all.� He stood up and smoothed out his robes.

�Where are you going?� Pansy asked innocently enough.

�To get Potter,� Draco drawled and set off towards a very crowded Gryffindor table.

�Oh boy,� Pansy sighed.

�Here we go!� Blaise grinned with mischievous glee.

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To be continued . . .
- 6
- 7
- 8
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