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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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Harry was trying with all his might to not snort his glass of pumpkin juice up his nose as he laughed along with the other boys at the Gryffindor table to Seamus� latest joke. He was enjoying the latest humor so much that he soon found he was the only one who was still laughing at a dead quiet table.

�Guys? What�s wrong?� Harry blinked and looked around at the glaring faces . . . glaring faces that all seemed to be focused right on something behind him. Harry swallowed and craned his neck around so he could see what was going on. Mark that, it wasn�t something it was someone and a certain said someone that he had been successfully avoiding for the past three days - until, well, now.

�Hello, Potter,� Malfoy sneered. �Long time, no see.�

�Shit,� Harry swore and turned back around to face his plate again.

�What was that, Potter?� Malfoy stated, a bit of amusement lacing his words.

�He said bugger off, Malfoy,� Ron sneered at the blond Slytherin who was standing right behind his best friend in a rather nose-wrinkling manner. There was something going on that Ron just couldn�t place - something in the, well, interactions lately between Harry and Malfoy that were worrying him just a teeny tiny bit.

�I wasn�t speaking to you Weasley,� Malfoy directed a cold, regal glare upon the redhead.
�I was speaking to this,� he leaned down over Harry, his lips caressing the side of the other boy�s cheek ever so closely, �delicious bit of goods, right here.�

Harry felt everyone�s glare go from Malfoy to staring at him, their jaws slightly agape.

�What are you playing at?!� Harry muttered, trying to stand up from his seat at the table but was pushed back down again by Malfoy�s hands on his shoulders.

�Um, what is happening here?� Neville stated quietly.

Draco smirked to himself and with one raised eyebrow started to massage Harry�s shoulders rather sensuously.

Harry smacked at Draco�s hands and kept trying to shrug off his attentive hands.

�People, is Draco Malfoy giving Harry a massage or am I going to have to take a trip to St. Mungo�s?� Seamus gawked.

�It is not a massage,� Harry growled at all the boys.

�He�s feeling you up!� Ron roared and stood up in a rage at the table. �Get your bloody hands off of him, you pervert!�

�What would you know about perverts, Weasel? Oh that�s right . . . takes one to know one,� Draco smiled. Draco shrugged at the lot of them, felt like chuckling at Harry who was probably ready to turn around and sock him one and then leaned down to kiss the other boy on the cheek rather quickly, �We can leave the bumbling lot of them behind and go somewhere more private if you�d like.� He waggled his eyebrows with emphasis, knowing he was causing a stir and loving every moment of it. Most of the Great Hall was dead silent now - no one had moved or said a word - not even the teachers. No one knew what to do or what to think - this sort of, er, thing had never happened between those particular two boys before.

Hermione snorted from where she sat, reading a book, on the outskirts of the table by the group of boys.

�You, how, I, you, !!� Harry was ready to blow - the audacity of Malfoy to do something in front of his friends like this.

�I know, I know,� Malfoy sighed dramatically and leaned over to hug Harry to him, �it�s all so confusing isn�t it? How could the two of us, sworn enemies, ever learn to get along, let alone shag, right?�

�Bloody hell!� Ron roared. don�don�t believe a word of it! Not a word!�

�It�s . . . he . . . I!!� Harry was still trying to deal with the situation. Never in a million years had he dreamed Draco Malfoy would try something like this. Bringing up what had transpired between the two of them in public . . .?! It was insane. �Are you insane?!� Harry hissed quietly towards the other boy who was holding him quite too close for comfort.

�Agree to spending your free period after potions tomorrow with me and I�ll pretend like s jus just trying to get one over on you, Potter,� Malfoy whispered into the other boy�s ear.

�No!� Harry stated fiercely back.

�You protest too much,� Draco murmured and started to drag Harry up from his seat and closer into his embrace.

�Alright!� Harry hissed fighting out of the Slytherin�s clutches and trying to regain a composure. He shoved at Malfoy sending the other boy stumbling back a step. �Alright. Enough Malfoy. Leave us all alone.� Harry ed aed at his cloak and shirt awkwardly, trying to play everything up as though it were nothing.

Malfoy stood there for a moment, his gaze never leaving Potter�s. He smirked then and nodded his head. �Its been grand playing with you, Potter. See you around.�

Everyone watched in shock and amazement as the young Slytherin waltzed out of the hall with a grace and ease that only Malfoys were capable of.

Harry sighed, felt a headache starting to form at his temple and then turned back around to face his friends at the Gryffindor table. �He�s such a wanker,� he muttered, trying to ignore the feeling of blood rushing up to his cheeks in embarrassment.

�What was he playing at?� Ron growled and sat back down. He watched as Harry joined them. �Honestly that git was feeling you up like he had some right to! Not bloodly likely. He wouldn�t have a chance in hell with you, mate.�

Hermione sighed rather loudly from where she still engrossed in her book.

All of the boys turned to look at her incredulously.

Harry Potter then (in agreement with the silent Hermione) sighed too.

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Harry was walking out of potions with Ron and Hermione when he stopped suddenly, seeing Draco standing just around the corner from them, leaning against the wall, his arms folded casually waiting. Waiting for him, no doubt.

�I swear Malfoy always has to start something,� Ron growled as he moved forward, pulling his wand out of his robes.

Harry was about to protest, make up something when Hermione�s firm voice beat him to it.

�Ronald Weasley you put that wand away and come back here this instant!� Hermione huffed.

Ron halted abruptly from his advancement forward and spun around, flabbergasted, to face the girl. �Hermione?!� he wailed incredously.

�Don�t you �Hermione� me! Harry is a �big-boy� and can take care of hims Es Especially where Malfoy is concerned. Isn�t that right, Harry?� she asked, pointedly, her words laced with several layers of meanings that only the two out of the three of them understood directly.

�Right,� Harry�s voice was a bit rough around the edges from the shock of it all.

�Come along,� Hermione held out her hand to Ron.

Ron stood for a moment, then, jaw opening and closing a few times, took her hand and allowed himself to be tugged away.

Harry stood in the hallway by himself, hugging his books to his chest, watching as his friends departed. He sighed and turned to face Malfoy and suddenly memories of the other day at lunch came flooding back to him and he charged forward. Catching the other boy off-guard he threw down his books and then shoved Draco hard against the wall.

�You bloody bastard! What were you thinking yesterday when you . . nevermind you don�t have a bloody brain do you?! I can�t believe that you . . . of all the . . .�

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and gently patted Harry�s hands which were in fists, clutching tightly at his shirt. �It�ll be okay scarhead. You worry overly much.�

�Don�t call me �scarhead�!� Harry growled.

Draco pried Harry�s hands from his shirt and then bent over to pick up Harry�s things. �You have a woman�s temper, Potter.�

Harry blinked.

�Save the retort,� Malfoy interrupted anything that might have been said. �Come on, let�s go back to my dormitory.� He sighed with annoyance at the look he received from the other boy. �It�s closer, okay? That�s all.�

�Yeah right,� Harry muttered and snatched his books out of Draco�s hands.

They walked side-by-side towards the entry to Slytherin. After Draco quietly said the password, they entered and headed up the stairs, ignoring the startled looks from a few first years who were loitering around in the common area.

Harry couldn�t believe he was freely walking right back into the same place he had unwillingly been only three days ago. He didn�t know why his feet were carrying him along behind Malfoy as though nothing were wrong and it wasn�t an unusual occurrence - but they were.

Draco kept glancing over his shoulder, surprised Potter hadn�t made a run for it - but if the Gryffindor was anything it wasn�t a coward.

Draco pushed open the door and let Harry (who paused slightly) enter first.

Harry threw his books down on the bedside table and sat on Draco�s bed. �So what now? What do you want Malfoy?� He held up his hand as Malfoy started to speak, �Yes, yes I know - you want sex. But lately there seems to be something else, doesn�t there?�

�Why do you say that,� Malfoy asked, standing in front of the other boy, arms at his sides but with an assessing look on his face.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. �You could have any girl or guy for that matter that you wanted. You didn�t have to keep on pursuing me for three days when I kept saying �no.� So why go to all this trouble to get me, of all people, persistently?�

�I like your ass,� Malfoy grinned. He was hit fair and square in the face with a pillow.

�Come on Malfoy. Show some guts . . . spill a little bit more, hm?� Harry challenged.

Malfoy shook his head and then went to sit by Harry. �So, the Weasel seemed pretty upset by me touching you,� he stated and gently reached out to trail a finger tip down the other boy�s neck.

Harry jerked away from the touch. �Imagine how I feel about it all, Ferret-boy.�

�Last time . . .� Draco stated breathlessly.

�. . .Was the last time,� Harry stated firmly before standing up and moving away.

�No,� Draco stated. �It wasn�t.�

�Oh,� Harry gave him a cunning look. �So now it�s your turn to protest is it?�

�Shut up, Potter!� Malfoy quickly stood up.

�In all of this mess, Malfoy,� Harry stated. �Did you ever think of what your father would say?�

�Don�t bring him into this,� Malfoy stated quietly, glaring at the other boy.

�And why not? Won�t you get in trouble? It is me after all that your sleeping with,� Harry pointed out.

�Whatever news may reach my father�s ears will be dispelled by my explanation that you were just a fuck toy for me,� Draco bit out and instantly regretted it by the look on the other boy�s face.

�Right . . .� Harry stated quietly. �Right.�

�Potter . . .� Draco started.

�Daddy would be so proud,� Harry stated quietly, soberly and turned to leave.

Malfoy didn�t make a move to stop him.

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�I don�t care . . . I don�t care that I may have (*wince*) hurt Potter�s feelings. I don�t care that it was all one . . big . . lie? Was it? I don�t care.�

�Earth to Malfoy,� Blaise murmured for the third time, this time waving his hands in front of the other boy�s face.

�What!� Draco snapped, slamming down his book on the library table and earning a �shh� from the librarian.

�Thinking about how you fucked things up with Potter?� Blaise asked, frowning.

�Why do I tell you these things if you�re only going to make me feel more rotten than I already do?� Draco accused.

�Sorry. Just that, well, you�re in a royal mess, aren�t you," Blaise pointed out. �How long has it been since your last shag.�

�I haven�t shagged anyone since Potter,� Draco moaned. It was a record for him. He had a healthy and rambunctious sexual appetite that was usually appeased at any whim of his own. But since Potter - well he didn�t want anyone else. And it, and his hormones, were driving him insane.

�You�re an idiot,� Blaise pointed out.

�I know,� Draco stated quietly. �And it�s not like I couldn�t figure out a way to get him again but . . � he trailed off.

�But?� Blaise prompted.

�Why doesn�t he want me?� Draco questioned.

�How do you know he doesn�t want you?� Blaise�s brow furrowed with thought. �Maybe he does but you�re an insufferable prat and he can�t get past that enough to enjoy the wonderful sex god that you are.�

Draco started laughing loudly but quieted down quickly at the warning look he received (yet again) from the librarian. �Yesterday, he asked me why him . . . why I was pursing him the way I was. And do you know what I wanted to say?�

�What?� Blaise rested his chin on his hands, intent on their conversation.

Draco took a breath, paused and shook his head. �Never mind.�

�Oh for Merlin�s sake, stop being so repressive! Spill it, you know you want to. Besides, I�m your best friend - it won�t leave thisle,�le,� he stated.

Draco was silent a while, playing with the feathers on his quill. �When I hear him laugh in the hallways - I wish he was laughing with me, even at me. When we get in a fight, I feel as though there is no greater challenge than him - it makes my blood run wild and I feel so alive. He smells like ginger and apples . . . did you know that? And when we . . . when we had sex, I could touch and feel him to my heart�s desire . . . it was nothing and noone but us . . . it was the best thing in the world. I had him . . . he was mine.�

Blaise whistled. �And instead of all that you called him a �fuck toy.� Brilliant Draco, absolutely brilliant.�

�What do I do,� Draco�s voice had gone hoarse and he looked as though he had swallowed a pickled-toad.

�Try to win him back,� Blaise shrugged.

�Technically we were never together . . . er, officially in that we have a happy-go-lucky relationship way,� Draco pointed out and shuddered at the thought of hearts, love and birdies that tweet-tweeted..

�So win him over,� Blaise argued. �Instead of being your demanding, I�m going to get your ass or duel you trying self, be charming, romantic, suave.�

��Suave,�� Draco snorted.

�You doubt me?� Blaise growled.

�Never oh wise one,� Draco did a mock bow.

The two of them were silent, sitting in the library as the setting sun slowly diminished in the distance from outside the glass window.

�Is he worth it? Do you truly want him . . and not just his ass?� Blaise asked.

�You and Granger would make such the pair,� Draco muttered, a bit shocked at having heard that question again but this time from his best friend.

�What?� Blaise asked confused.

�Never mind. Yes . . .I do,� Malfoy stated solidly.

�Do what?� Blaise pushed.

Malfoy sat up straight, �I want Potter.�

�And?� Blaise pushed.

�And what you bloody idiot?� Draco was getting frustrated. �Oh,� it dawned on him. �This is that decision making part, isn�t it.�

�Uh huh,� Blaise smirked.

Draco�s eyes narrowed as he glared at his friend who was getting too much enjoyment out of his plight, �Fine. I don�t want just his ass. I want a . . .� he coughed.

�You can do it,� Blaise snorted with laughter.

�. . . a relationship? With Potter?� Draco�s own eyes grew large with the realization that he wanted something more than just a good, regular fuck.

�That wasn�t so hard now was it,� Blaise smiled encouragingly. �We�ll call it �operation wooing (not fucking) Potter.� Sound good?�

�It�ll never work . . . he hates me, the sex hasn�t changed that . . . he thinks I just want to shag him . . which I do . . but . . . argh!� Malfoy sighed.

�Remember how we said - catch him off guard . . . and you had all those dark schemes running about in your head? Instead of images of Potter tied to your bed, etc. think more along the lines of dinner in Hogsmeade, friendly words, soft touches, simple smiles, flowers . . .�

�FLOWERS?!?!?! Oh fuck,� Draco groaned and let his head fall to the table with a thud earning another reproachful �shh� from the librarian in the background.

�When the truth comes out . . . what will father say . . . ?�

�It�ll be okay,� Blaise punched his friend playfully on the shoulder.

�I�m so dead,� Draco mourned.

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To be continued . . . I'm always open to hearing what everyone would like included in the story - what they might be hoping for, etc. Feel free to leave suggestions, comments, pleas . . . etc. hehe
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