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The Plan	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4963 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Plan
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

I might like you better if we slept together, I might like you better if we slept together, I might like you better if we slept together, but there's something in your eyes, that says maybe, that's never, never, say... never. - Queens of the Stone Age

He didn't know what it was exactly that woke him, but now that he was awake, he had a pretty good idea. Neville and Ron were both snoring. It was as if, in their sleep, they were in competition with one another. Ron would make an abnormally loud snorting noise only to be followed by an even louder one from Neville. Harry didn't know how Dean and Seamus were managing to sleep through it, but he knew there was no way he could.
With a grumble and a sigh, Harry slipped out of bed, put his robe on over his pyjama's and stuck his feet into his trainers. He walked around to the end of his bed and got his Invisibility cloak out of his trunk. At least he knew there was one place he could go and get a decent night's sleep; he'd done it before after all.
The walk the Room of Requirement was so familiar to him, he could have done it in his sleep. He practically was, he was so tired. In fact, because he was so tired, he failed to take notice of the fact that the door was already visible - meaning the room was in use - and just walked inside without a thought.
"What the..." Harry's voice trailed off as he took in the decor of the room. He was pretty sure this was not what he was thinking of when he approached the room. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever thought of using the room for this.
The room was lit with a soft red glow, there was a bed - a huge bed - decked out in black silk, with more pillows than he could count. Beside the bed there was a small table with an assortment of lotions, oils, silk scarves, feathers, and... Sex toys.
Harry blinked. Then he looked again. Yep, they were still there.
He wondered who was using the room, and then a horrid thought occurred to him - it could be a teacher! It could be McGonagall!
"Oh, eww!" Harry muttered and turned back toward the door. The Ron/Neville symphony wasn't sounding so bad when faced with that mental image.
He looked to where the door should be and frowned when he saw it wasn't there. Then he heard a noise coming from behind him and started to panic. He had to get out! There was no way he could be trapped in here while someone - please not McGonagall - was doing what they obviously planned to do in that bed. Thank Merlin he still had his cloak on.
The noise behind him got louder and Harry heard... Humming? Yes, it was humming, and it was definitely not his Head of house. It was, in fact, not even a female. Which left him to ponder the array of dildo's he'd seen on the bed-side table.
Hating himself for his curiosity, he turned slowly around and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "Malfoy?"
Harry quickly slapped his hand over his mouth as his eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe he'd just blown his cover! And what was worse? He'd seen Malfoy naked. Very naked. And aroused. Eurgh!
"Potter?" Malfoy slid his robes back on as he surveyed the room with narrowed eyes. "Are you spying on me, Potter?" When he got no reply, Draco smirked and ran a hand down his chest and began undoing the buttons on his robe once more. "Did you like what you saw, Potter?"
Beneath the cloak, Harry frantically shook his head in denial, his eyes however, were fixated on Draco's chest, watching as his slim fingers continued to slip the buttons open on his robes, and a little voice in his head hissed "liar" at him. Not surprisingly, the voice sounded like Snape.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are," Draco sing-songed as he looked around the room again.
Harry held his breath and then bit his tongue as another button opened on Draco's robe. He could see the other boy's navel now, and he felt his body betray his denial as his penis twitched in interest. Yeah, he might have a thing for boys, but this was Malfoy! He wasn't supposed to be attracted to Malfoy!
"I know your here, Potter; hiding under that cloak of yours no doubt," Draco crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. "Either show yourself or leave. I'm in no mood to be toyed with!"
Harry couldn't help it, he snickered. "Not what it looks like to me, Malfoy," he spoke softly and watched as the other boy's eyes widened in realization.
"Oh, very crude of you, Potter. Take the damn cloak off already!"
Harry reluctantly slid the material off himself and let it pool at his feet. He looked around the room, trying his hardest not to look at the blonde in front of him. "So... Nice place you got here?"
Draco snorted. "Why are you here, Potter? Are you following me?"
"No! I - I couldn't sleep in my room; Neville and Ron were snoring," Harry answered.
Draco made a 'hmm' sound and then huffed in annoyance. "And why did you come here?"
"To sleep. I've done it before when I can't stay in the dorm. I didn't realize the room was being used," Harry looked down at the floor, a light blush travelling up his cheeks.
"And when you did realize, why didn't you leave?"
"I tried! I really did! I thought it might have been McGonagall in here, and I panicked and there was no door, and I thought I was gonna have to hear her..." Harry stopped talking as Draco burst out laughing.
"Oh, Merlin! Potter, that's awful! McGonagall? What ever gave you that idea?" The blonde was still chuckling and Harry could help but snicker slightly as well.
"Um, well," he motioned toward the table and it's assortment of contents. "The ah, the implements."
"Implements?" Draco drawled in that smug, smooth voice of his. "Why Potter, can you not even say the word �dildo�? Or perhaps, vibrator? Maybe... rubber schlong is more to your liking?"
Harry blushed a deep tomato-red and grit his teeth in embarrassment. Here Draco was, about to shove something up his own arse, and he was the one embarrassed? It really made no sense. "I think what matters here, Malfoy, is which is more to your liking. Seeing as your the one who was planning on using them." Harry finally managed to look Draco in the face and glared at him. The other boy merely shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the bed.
"Yes, so I was. Still am actually; so if you'd be so kind as to leave?" He raised one pale sculpted brow at Harry.
"Love to, Malfoy, but as I said, there's no door." Harry scowled at the blonde.
"Then turn around, I don't need you getting off on watching me."
Harry goggled at Draco and then narrowed his eyes in anger. "You know, not kneeing you in the groin is a constant struggle." Harry bit out. "And I'm not turning around just so you can... Can do whatever it is you want to do!" So there, Harry thought to himself as he stuck his tongue out at Draco.
"Fine then, watch." Draco finished undoing his robes, took them off, and lay back on the bed.
Harry gaped at him in disbelief. "Malfoy! What in soddin' hell are you doing?!"
Draco sighed and looked over at Harry. "Broadening my horizons?"
"Broadening your horizons? You... And you think I'm gonna just stand here and - and watch?" Harry spluttered.
"Watch, don't watch, join in," Draco waved a hand lazily in the air, "I really don't care. Just stop acting like a blushing virgin on her wedding night. It's spoiling the mood." That said, Draco closed his eyes and began trailing his fingertips over his chest, circling his pale nipples. Harry swallowed and then tore his eyes away from the sight. He couldn't believe Malfoy was doing that right in front of him!
He couldn't believe he was watching him do it. "Shit!" Harry cursed as he realized he was, once again, watching Malfoy touch himself. And the twitch in his pants had developed into a throb.
Draco smirked to himself and let his hands travel further south. He could feel Potter's eyes on him and if he was truthful with himself - which he always was - he could admit that the idea of him watching was quite a turn-on. Of course, it would be better if he participated. "Of course," he drawled. "It would be more fun if you joined in."
Harry made no move to comply and Draco turned his head and looked at him; one eyebrow arched in question.

"Scared Potter?" Draco smirked, a challenge in his cool, blue-grey eyes and Harry gulped. He had never, ever, backed down from Malfoy, and he wasn't about to start now, not even if it meant he had to fuck him.
"You wish."
Draco smirked and raised himself slightly off the mattress, "Well then, Potter, do your worst; I'm at your mercy."
Harry smirked back and looked over the odd assortment of lotions, oil, and sexual aides on the table. He wasn't sure what Draco's experience was and he didn't really want to ask, so he decided to start small and then work his way up. He selected a vial of an oily, greenish substance and thumbed it open before smelling it. It had a faint aroma of coconut and Harry shrugged his shoulders, figuring it was as good as anything else.
Draco watched in apt fascination as Harry picked up a slim rubber butt-plug and seemed to study it for an indecent amount of time before turning toward him and raising an eyebrow in question. He nodded his assent and was secretly grateful that the other boy hadn't just gone for the bigger toys right away, as he was very new to this kind of sexual play.
Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind, there was a tiny voice screaming at him to stop, that this way led the path to madness. He ignored it, his Gryffindor courage coming to the forefront and letting out a mighty battle cry. He would vanquish Malfoy, reduce him to a jibber ple pleading mess and walk away victorious. The little voice - which bore an uncanny resemblance to Hermione - was shouting that it was a trap, that he would land and Draco would walk away the victor. Again, he ignored it in favour of his Gryffindor courage and pride.

Show him what your made of! the voice of his inner Gryffindor shouted over the pleas of Hermione, don't let that Slytherin bastard get the better of you!
Harry found it mildly disconcerting that his voice of courage sounded a lot like Ron. There were entirely too many people living in his head.
Eyeing the silk scarves on the table, Harry contemplated tying Draco to the bed, but then discarded the idea. He wanted Draco to do this willingly; give himself up without coercion. But, a blindfold could make the entire experience more rewarding.
"What are you thinking about, Potter?" Draco asked as he saw the look of glee pass over Harry's face. He wondered if perhaps, he should have planned this out better. Slipping a snoring potion to both Weasley and Neville, rigging the room to conceal the door after Harry's entrance, and practically daring him to fuck him, might not have been the best plan he'd ever come up with, but he was curious about what things two wizards could get up to together, andall all of Hogwarts, possibly all of Europe, Harry was the only wizard worthy of deflowering him. He wouldn't trust another Slytherin - even if he did find one that wasn't utterly repugnant. Plus, the fact that he knew that Harry had done this before, certainly didn't hurt.
Harry grinned and held up one of the scarves. "I was thinking about tying you down, but then I decided I didn't want to give you any excuses for remaining here, so..." Harry smiled a predatory smile. "I'm going to blindfold you instead."
Draco shivered; he couldn't help it. He knew then that he'd made the right choice. Harry had a streak of darkness inside that appealed to him greatly . He couldn't wait to see where it lead him. "Alright then, Potter, if that's what you want."
Harry leaned in and gently tied the length of silk ad thd the other boy's head, effectively blinding him from what was about to happen. "Put your hands above your head and hold onto thadboadboard," Harry ordered in a soft voice. Draco complied and Harry whispered, "good boy, now leave them there."
Harry looked down at the naked, blindfolded boy and smiled to himself, he had to admit this was turning out to be a lot more fun than he'd expected. Then, without analysing why, he bent over Draco and kissed him.
It was ja mea mere brushing of lips, so insubstantial that Draco wasn't even entirely sure it had happened, but on some level he just knew it had. Harry Potter had kissed him! The only problem was that, that tiny bit of contact had sent such a jolt of lust through his system he was sure he'd groaned out loud.
Still inches away from Draco's face, Harry studied his pale skin, his partially opened mouth, the slight indent beneath his nose. He couldn't believe he had just kissed Malfoy. And that he'd liked it. No, this was suppose to be about proving he wasn't afraid, not about making love and sharing tender kisses.
Now that he had himself under control, Harry picked up a feather from the table and began to lightly trace it over Draco's skin. He started with his throat, lightly tickling him as he dragged it down his sternum, then around each pale, pink nipple before circling his navel and then dipping inside.
Draco shuddered under the touch and his breathing hitched as Harry trailed the feather lower, over the head of his penis and then down the shaft before lightly tickling his sac with it. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once. He wanted him to stop, but at the same time he wanted more. Harry seemed to read that, somehow, for his touch became more substantial, more insistent, and Draco realized with a fair amount of shock that what he was feeling was no longer a feather, but the soft caress of Harry's fingertips. He knew he had groaned this time, but he really didn't care.

I have my hands on Malfoy's cock, Harry thought as he watched as his fingers made patterns on Draco's skin, dancing up and down the length of his penis, circling the leaking tip and spreading the moisture around it. This wasn't supposed to be part of the deal. He wasn't suppose to get his hands dirty - so to speak - but seeing the other boy laid out before him he couldn't help but touch all that pale, smooth skin. Draco groaned out loud and Harry was lost.
Hands still clenched around the headboard, Draco wished he could see Harry's face. Was he as turned on by this as he, himself was? Or was this nothing more than a game to him, a test of his resolve.
Draco let go of the headboard and reached for his blindfold, needing to see Harry, to read his face, his feelings, but before he could pull the silk away from his eyes, strong hands were clamped on his wrists, stopping him from removing it.
"Uh, uh, uh, Malfoy. This was your idea remember? Now, put your hands back where you had them or I stop," Harry really hoped that Draco obeyed, he didn't want to stop touching him.
"I - I, Potter, I can't... I want..." Draco trailed off, at a loss for words. He wouldn't - couldn't - admit that he was afraid, that he feared Harry was only playing with him when this was turning into so much more than a game for him.
"Shh, relax," Harry whispered in Draco's ear and then kissed his jaw, his throat, his shoulder. Draco relaxed and put his hands back on the headboard, the feel of Harry's mouth on him too exquisite to give up, no matter what the outcome of this encounter.
The feel of Draco's skin under his lips was making Harry crazy, he wanted so much more than just this gentle exploration; he wanted to devour him. He moved his lips back up Draco's neck and opened his mouth over Draco's pulse-point. He licked, tasting the salt of his skin and then sucked a mark onto his throat. Draco whimpered and it drove him to a fevered pitch, he couldn't stop tasting him, back down to his shoulder where he bit him lightly before moving onto his chest. He licked and sucked at each pale nipple until Draco was writhing beneath him.
"Merlin, Potter," Draco gasped as Harry slid further down, nipping at his navel before bring ing lightly over the wet tip of his penis.
"Is this what you wanted, Malfoy; my hands on your body, my lips on your skin? Do you want me to suck you, or do you want more? Perhaps you want my cock in you as well? Is that it, do you want me to fuck you... Draco?" Harry's voice had taken on a husky tone that was utterly unlike anything either boy had ever heard.
Draco arched his back, his hips rising from the bed as he hissed out, "Yessss, fuck yesss!" And then Harry's hands were on his hips, guiding him back down to the bed, his tongue flicked over the head of his cock and he cried out, "Harry!"
Harry couldn't think beyond what he was doing. He didn't want to really, because then he might stop, and he didn't want to stop. Instead, he licked down the length of Draco's shaft, and then sucked at his balls. He heard Draco begin to curse and tell him to stop, and reluctantly, he pulled away.
"Don't - don't want to finish this so soon, Harry," Draco panted and Harry grinned and got up from the bed. He started to undress, wondering if Draco would find his body nearly half as attractive as he found Draco's. He doubted it, seeing as Draco's skin was flawless and pale and perfect, where as he had tan-lines, and scars and more hair than he'd like on his chest and arms.
"Harry?" Draco's voice was hesitant, unsure.
"Here. Just getting undressed."
"Fuck," Draco groaned. "I want to see you."
"No," Harry chuckled as he climbed back on top the bed and straddled the other boy's waist. "You only ge fee feel me, Draco. You agreed to this, remember?"
"I'm beginning to regret that," Draco sighed. "But only because I can't see you, or touch you, or do anything really, except lay here and take it."
"Mmm," Harry responded as he leaned forward and licked at Draco's mouth. "I'm rather enjoying it, myself," he whispered, just before covering Draco's lips with his own and kissing him deeply.
The kiss went on for some time, Harry hardly realized that Draco had taken his hands off the headboard and was currently running them up and down his back, kneading his flesh like a cat as he returned Harry's kiss with urgency. Of course, when he did notice, he pulled out of the kiss, sat up and then returned Draco's hands to the headboard. "Naughty-naughty. I thought I told you to keep your hands where I put them?"
"Sorry, couldn't help it," Draco panted.
"Hmm, maybe I should reconsider tying you up."
Draco wasn't sure if he should say 'yes please' or 'no, I'll behave', both scenarios had there merits after all. In the end he left it up to Harry to decide by remaining silent. After a few minutes, in which Harry didn't even move let alone speak, he finally asked. "Well, have you decided yet?"
"Yeah, I have," Harry's voice was different; harder, more in control. It made Draco shiver. "If you move your hands again, I'm going to restrain them. So, it's up to you, Draco. Do you think you can keep them there?"
"Yes," Draco whispered. "Just... Touch me again, please."
"Happy to." Harry replied, and Draco could feel him leaning off to the side of the bed. He wondered what it was Harry was doing, what he was reaching for.
He got his answer a few moments later when Harry scooted down to sit between his thighs and began running the tip of what could only be the slim, rubber plug he'd been fondling earlier, over his entrance. He spread his legs further and tilted his hips upward, inviting Harry to push it inside him - which he did.
"Fuuuuck," Draco hissed as he was slowly penetrated.
"Good?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, s'good, move it around a bit," Draco whimpered and gripped the headboard harder to keep from reaching for his cock.
Harry slowly pulled the plug out and then just as slowly pushed it back in, Draco yelped and clenched his teeth.
"Again. Oh, hell Harry, again."
Harry did as asked, moving the plug in and out, watching as his riturnturned-lover bit his lip and arched his back. He was so hard just doing this, that he didn't know if he'd last long enough to actually fuck him. "God, Draco, you look so fucking hot. I want to fuck you."
Draco's mouth opened and he let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob. "Yes, please, Harry. Want you to fuck me, want to feel you."
Harry pushed the plug back in as far as it would go and left it there while he dumped the rest of the coconut-scented oil into his hand and then slicked himself with it. He removed the plug, accompanied by a distressed sound from the boy laying beneath him, and shuffled into place. "I'll go slow," Harry whispered as he lined himself up and began to push in. "If I hurt you, tell me and I'll stop."
Harry pushed in slowly, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw tense. Yeah, he'd done this before but never had he wanted to as much as he did at this minute. Draco was so very tight, it was obvious that he'd never done this before, and Harry felt honoured that he was his first, that he'd chosen him to experience this with. When he was finally, fully seated within him, Harry brushed his lips against Draco's again and reached up with one hand and removed one of Draco's hands from the headboard.
Entwining their fingers together, he began to move. With slow, deep thrusts, he searched for the right angle and was rewarded with a gasp and a tight squeeze on his fingers, when he found it.
"Harry, fuck, Harry. Feels so good," Draco moaned as he lifted his face, searching for Harry's mouth, needing to be kissed.
Harry kissed him, slowly, deeply, and with as much feeling as he could muster. He wanted Draco to know what this meant to him, that although it may have started off as a challenge, it was so much more to him now. "Draco," He asked when he had finally pulled away from his mouth. "I want to watch you come, see your eyes. Can I take off the blindfold?"
"Only if," Draco panted, his breath coming faster and faster. "Only if I can touch you. I - fuck, Harry, I need to touch you," Draco groaned.
"Yes, touch me," Harry panted back as he tore the scarf away from Draco's face. Their eyes locked and then Draco grabbed the back of Harry's head, fisted his hand into his hair and dragged him down for another kiss. Harry went willingly.
When breathing became difficult, and the pace of their rutting increased to near frenzy, Harry reached between them and wrapped his hand around Draco's cock and began fisting it. It only took a few strokes and Draco was coming, screaming Harry's name as his eyes rolled back in his head and his entire body shook with the force of his release.
"God, beautiful," Harry rasped as he continued to move. "So fucking beautiful," he whispered before burying his face in Draco's neck and shuddering in pleasure as his climax washed over him.
It was several minutes later before Harry found the energy to move. He pulled out of Draco and rolled onto his back. Staring up at the ceiling in the soft red light, he wondered what came next. From his past encounters, he knew that it could be anything from a cuddle to a silent escape. Not that either of them could leave - what with the door being gone and all - and somehow, he didn't see Draco as the cuddling type. Then again, he didn't see Draco as an eager bottom either, not until tonight anyway.
Draco was thinking pretty much the same thing, only he had no past experience to fall back on. His only lovers had been girls, and no one serious at that. He knew that had he been with a woman, she would automatically want to cuddle, and most likely he'd indulge her. At least for a few minutes before getting up and leaving the bed. But in this case, as it was a bloke, he had no idea what to do. He wanted the closeness of Harry's body as he'd had it for those few precious moments after the mind-blowing sex, but he didn't want to act like a girl.
Harry turned his head and watched Draco, wanting nothing more than to pull him into his arms and hold him close. He wanted to whisper in his ear - to tell him how much what they'd done together had meant to him, that it wasn't about holding his own or proving a point. He wanted to tell him how beautiful he was, how sexy and how much he wanted to kiss him again.
Draco turned his head and found Harry watching him, his eyes glazed and his lips slightly parted. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself leaning in towards him, brushing his mouth against Harry�s and then being kissed within an inch of his life. It was even more intense now that he could focus solely on the feel of Harry's lips moving over his own, Harry's tongue mapping out the inside of his mouth, Harry's hands holding the sides of his face.
"Harry," Draco whispered across the other boy's lips when the kiss ended.
"Draco," Harry responded, knowing that there were no words that needed to be spoken, just the sounds of their names on each others lips. It was all that needed to be said.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him closer, D snu snuggled into Harry's chest and let himself be held. All in all, as his plans went, this one had turned out to be a winner after all.

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