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Paraskavedekatriaphobia by Nymphy Fate.

Summary: It�s Friday
the 13^th! Superstitions all
around, yes? They�re all in Snape�s
Potions class, with Draco and Harry as partners, when Ron - in a bout of
�funniness� (as he dubs it is) - decides to sabotage their potion, one that, if
made correctly, will make the drinker only think that they�ve gotten
good luck, whereas if made incorrectly, it will give the drinker actual
bad luck. Harry and Draco end up blaming
each other on the sabotaged potion, since they didn�t catch Ron in the act and
continue to blame each other at each encounter with one another throughout the
rest of the day. Somehow, though, they
get stuck together by a hex Hermione throws at Ron, and can only do one thing
to separate from each other. Do teh
smex! XD
And besides, the only way that they can stop from keeping to have the
bad luck for the day is to kiss. What�ll
become of them? Enjoy, and� review!

Pairing: Harry/Draco,
of course. XD

Rating: M, for
swearing and teh smex!

Warnings: Slash,
innuendo, no Voldemort (a.k.a., Harry defeated him the year/summer before),
fighting/hexing/cursing, swearing, fluff.
Friday the 13^th! XD

Timing: Seventh year,
after Harry has already defeated Voldemort.
Disregards HBP and DH.

A/N: I came up with
the idea for this oneshot maybe about seven months ago, and have only just
expanded on the idea, with the help of a couple of my friends. Hopefully you�ll like it, and remember,
always review! XD

DISCLAIMER: I do not own
Harry Potter. I do not wake up in the
morning and find that I am J.K. Rowling.
I am also not rich, and have never had a book of mine published in my
life. So� don�t sue me, mmk? K. No profit is made.
Love you all!

--

�Besides, haven�t you ever heard of making your own
luck?� -�Raise Your Voice�

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Paraskavedekatriaphobia: Fear of Friday the 13^th.

--

It was Friday the thirteenth.

Severus Snape�s silky
baritone voice flowed throughout the dungeons classroom. �Today, you will be working in pairs for a
luck potion. If brewed correctly,
drinking the potion will cause the drinker to merely think that they
have received good luck, while on the other hand, if made incorrectly,
the person who drinks their potion will get actual bad luck. So, make no mistakes and you will not be on
the receiving end of such luck. The
pairs are as follows: Granger/Parkinson, Finnigan/Weasley, Patil/Bulstrode,
Longbottom/Zabini, Thomas/Nott, Goyle/Crabbe� and Potter/Malfoy.� Many groans filled the classroom, (with the
exception of the few same House pairs) to which Snape glared at his class,
silencing them.

Students shuffled around the
room to sit with their partners, and Harry reluctantly made his way over to
Malfoy�s table. He plopped down in the
seat next to the blond, who merely scowled at him, Harry staring straight ahead
at the blackboard with potions instructions written on it.

�Malfoy,� he said in
greeting, nodding once.

�Potter,� the Slytherin
sneered at him. �Well, let�s get
started, shall we,� he said, but didn�t move an inch.

Harry rolled his eyes. He went to the cupboards and retrieved
everything needed for the potion. Coming
back with all the supplies in hand, he saw that Malfoy had already set up the cauldron,
knives on the desk next to it, and was merely waiting for Harry to come back
with the rest of the things. Harry
sighed as he returned to the table, taking one glance at the scowling blond
next to him out of the corner of his eye, and set down the supplies.

�Malfoy?� Said Slytherin boy gave him an expectant
look. �Can we just� try to get
along, for this potion, at least? Please? I really need to pass this class, please.�

Malfoy sighed, his
quicksilver eyes turning heavenward, and looked at Harry lazily. �If I must, fine. But for this potion, Potter, and only
for this potion. And then we go back to
our usual, hateful selves, sound good?
Good. Now get to work, Potter.�

Harry merely rolled his eyes
and set to work, making sure that Malfoy did the same.

It was only when Harry was
retrieving a dropped vial stopper on the ground and Draco looking for something
in the storage cupboards, an ingredient that Harry had forgotten to
grab, that Ron Weasley, in a fit of what he dubbed to be �humor�, decided to
sabotage Harry and Malfoy�s potion.

The thing is, Harry and Malfoy
never even realized it, until the first broken vial after they�d each taken a
swig of their finished potions at Snape�s barking order to do so.

They glanced at the floor for
a long moment, staring, looked back up at each other, scowled, and cursed. �Well, fuck.�

Malfoy glared at Harry, and
Harry glared at Malfoy, before proceeding to yell at one another, blaming the
other for their wrecked potion.

�Malfoy! Potter!
Quit that infernal racket, and get the hell out of my classroom, now,
or I�m sending you to the Headmaster.
And don�t come back until your next lesson.�

Harry and Malfoy glared at
one another and noticed belatedly that the entire classroom had either left, or
stragglers were staring at them in interest, seeing what the two would blame
each other for next. Merlin, this school
needed to get a life, one that preferably didn�t revolve around the
Potter-Malfoy feuds.

The two boys scowled at the
Potions professor before shuffling all their things, gathering them together
and putting them in their school bags, before stalking out of the room, still
muttering angrily at each other all the while.

�This is all your fault! You know that, don�t you?! You�re always trying to sabotage my potions,
and you can�t even stop when I�m partnered with you! Idiot!�

�Hey! I am not an idiot - a Malfoy is never
an idiot�!� Malfoy attempted to defend himself.

�Oh stop being such a pompous
jerk, you are an idiot. Idiot,
idiot, IDIOT!� Harry screamed at him, arms flailing about in the air. �And you�re an idiot because even though
it was your potion, too, you still did it, you still messed it up!�

�I did not! Why would I do that, tell me right now! You�re right, it was my potion, too,
which is exactly why I didn�t do it!
It was you, NOT ME!�

�Why would I be blaming you
if I know that you did it?! HUH?�

�Oh I don�t know, maybe
because YOU�RE AN IDIOT! A stupid,
self-centered hero who can�t see past themselves and think that if even one
mistake was made on that potion that it would give the both of us bad luck!�

�I am NOT self-centered! YOU are the one who�s always obsessing over
what they look like twenty-four/seven!
You�re so fucking vain that you can�t even see it!�

�That is not called vanity,
Potter, that�s called being concerned for my appearance, something maybe you
should acquire!�

Harry�s face was so bright
red in his anger that all he could do was stand there, spluttering and beet
red, chest heaving due to how furious he was.
�Ugh!� he finally screamed in frustration, storming away down the
hall.

Malfoy could only smirk in
triumph, before a third year Hufflepuff came along and plowed into him when she
hadn�t been looking, knocking him to the ground.

Shit.

--

It seemed that neither Harry
nor Malfoy could get a break all day long.
Whereas everyone else from their Potions class had thought they�d
received their �good luck� (resulting in them believing that good things were
happening to them, they were so delusional), Harry would go through actual bad
things happening to him, such as when his bag broke just outside of the
Transfigurations classroom, sending things spilling all over the floor. When he�d finally gotten everything cleaned
up and in his arms and he came stumbling into the room, McGonagall asked for
assignments to be turned into her and Harry realized belatedly that he�d lost
his when his bag had broken. He cursed
under his breath, and proceeded to bang his head on the table in agony, due to
all his stupid bad luck. McGonagall came
over to his table, and when he said he�d lost his assignment, she merely raised
one eyebrow and gazed at him in disapproval before moving onto the next
table.

At lunch, because it was
springtime, Harry decided to eat outside underneath a tree. Where he found a five-leaf clover, something
which he knew all too well was a sign of bad luck.

Malfoy, on the other hand,
had had an equally bad day so far. He�d
been in the bathroom, examining the back of his hair, to make sure that there
was not a hair out of place, using a hand mirror to do so with his back turned
to the bathroom mirror, when the door shot open, making him start in surprise
and drop his hand mirror, letting out a small yelp at the intrusion.

And then when he�d been going
back to his room during his free period, he�d gotten to the Slytherin common
room, where a black cat hurried past shrieking loudly as it ran, making Malfoy
scream at the sight of it. He stumbled
back to the opposite wall, clutching his chest as his heart beat wildly. When he�d finally caught his breath, he
glared off into the direction that the cat had gone, rolled his eyes, and
walked forward� only to slip on a puddle of excess water from when the house
elves had been cleaning not too much earlier that day.

�Damn it!�

�Draco?� Blaise Zabini came into view right above him,
looking down at him curiously.

�Stupid bloody Potter,� Draco
swore as he picked himself up from the floor and stormed into the common room,
slamming his bedroom door behind him.

--

�You!� Malfoy and Harry shouted at the same time,
stopping at opposite ends of the hallway long after dinner was done.

�This is all your
fault!� Malfoy gestured to his just
barely immaculate appearance, pointing to his mussed up, usually perfect
blond hair. It was now all over the
place, and looked as though someone had come up behind him, run their fingers
through the blond strands hurriedly, then run off in order to escape a
hexing. And truthfully, if someone
really had done that, that would be the most likely effect doing such a blasphemous
thing would cause.

�What the fuck happened to
you?!�

�Oh please, it�s not
like you care about my wellbeing anyway!�

�Fine! Be that way!
Be your usual stubborn self!�
Harry turned to walk back the same way he�d come, but was stopped by
Malfoy�s voice.

�Hey! No walking away from me, Potter, that�s my
job you stupid prat, now get back here so I can walk away from you!�

Harry stopped to turn and
stare incredulously at Malfoy, who had his pointy nose upturned haughtily,
hands on his hips, looking every bit the young aristocrat that he was. �Oh go fuck yourself, you stupid pointy
git!� By this time, Harry had walked
forward so much that he was now standing in the middle of the corridor, red in
the face with frustration.

And that was it. That was the breaking point. Malfoy had charged at him, right at the same
time that Harry heard a feminine voice shout.
�Proprius talea!� Malfoy
had just reached him running, when the sticking charm hit the both of them,
attaching the both of them by their trousers.
�Harry?�

Said Gryffindor Golden Boy
looked to his right, noticing Hermione standing right there, wand out in front
of her. Ah, so it was her that
sent the charm, then� But why? He looked at the other end of the hall
Hermione was standing in, and saw Ron there, wand also drawn, ready to shout a
hex. He and Hermione must have been in a
duel then, Harry presumed. But why in
hell would Hermione be shouting sticking charms?!

Whatever. Harry would never understand that girl. Or any girl, for that matter, but then wasn�t
that supposed to be the appeal in them, that you couldn�t figure them out? Well either way, Harry certainly wasn�t
interested; he didn�t see anything appealing about them whatsoever. One reason he�d never had an actual girlfriend
before.

But back to the matter at
hand. He and Malfoy were now stuck
together. Permanently. By their trousers.

Well fuck.

�Er� Hermione? Why are you shouting sticking charms at
Ron?� He looked to his left. �And Ron?
Why are you in a duel with Hermione?
This isn�t the D. A., you know��
He furrowed his brow in confusion as he looked between his two best
friends.

Both Hermione and Ron blushed
to the tips of their ears, ducking their heads.

Truth be told, being this
close to Draco Malfoy was making his head swim a little. Not only because he couldn�t grasp the
thought of being stuck to his school rival, but also because of Malfoy�s
scent. It was intoxicating, causing
Harry to get a bit dizzy at the sensation.

�G-guys?� he stuttered out,
not being able to get over having Malfoy this close, their bodies practically
molding together. Malfoy was alternating
between staring down at their joined pants and looking at Ron or Hermione.

�Uhm� well� you see, it was
actually Ron who sabotaged your potion this morning in class. It was when you, were picking up the vial
stopper from the ground when you�d dropped it, and Draco was getting the newt
eyes from the storage cupboard, since you�d forgotten to grab it when you were
getting all the rest of the ingredients as well. So Ron-� she glared at the boy at the
end of the other end of the corridor �-thought he was being �funny�, and
decided to mess up your potion, so that both of you would get luck. And I saw this whole thing happen, and have
been mad with him all day long and just finally got the guts to do something
about it, y�know, maybe knock some sense into that cheese brain of his.�

�Hey!� Ron tried to protest,
but was ignored by the bushy-haired Gryffindor.

�So yeah, I decided to duel
him, maybe make him see that what he was doing really wasn�t funny, and
that one of you could have gotten hurt.
Are you hurt? Either of you?�

�Hermione! No playing nice to the Ferret!�

�Oi! I am not a ferret, Weasel,
you�d better shut your mouth, or I�m going to shut it for you!�

�How? I hardly think that Harry�s going to
cooperate enough to let you come over here and beat me up,� the redhead
smirked.

�Still got my wand, Weasel,
still got my wand!�

�Yeah, and I am soooo scared
that you�re really going to hex me into a weasel or something��

No one even saw Malfoy draw
his wand, and the next moment, before they knew what was happening, there
really was an orange and white weasel in Ron�s place, clothes pooled on the
cement floor, furry tail swishing wildly about.

Harry and Hermione both gaped
at the blond, who merely placed his wand back where it came from and
shrugged. �He had it coming to him, the
git,� he said in explanation.

Hermione sighed, and picked
her boyfriend up off the floor, grabbing his clothes as well. �I�ll turn him back, and get some help with
your pants, too, see if we can�t get them undone. Just� stay here, okay? Don�t move, I�ll be back in a bit.�

Before either Harry or Malfoy
could say anything, she had left, leaving them alone to deal with the situation
themselves.

Both looked down at their
�sticky situation� in concentration, then glanced back up, meeting each other�s
eyes. �Well� we could always try taking
our pants off for now, see if we can try some spells to get them apart by
ourselves��

�Potter, I think that�s the
best idea I�ve ever heard come from your mouth.�

�Thanks,� Harry said dryly,
then proceeded, after another moment, to undo his trousers, prompting Malfoy to
do the same at the same time, so that they could both pull them down
simultaneously, since they otherwise wouldn�t be able to do so. They got them to the floor with some effort,
holding onto each other�s arms for support and balance when they found
themselves losing it as they stepped out of them and away from each other. They were now only in boxers and pressed
white school shirts, making them look like they�d just stepped out of �Risky
Business�.

Both were blushing furiously,
trying to look anywhere but at the other, but were failing miserably. Their eyes continued to dart to the slight
bulge in each other�s shorts, hearts beating even faster at the sight. They caught one another�s eyes at the same
time, green meeting sparkling silver and with a grunt, Draco yanked Harry to
him, crashing their mouths together in a frantic kiss, and after a moment,
pushed the brunet up against the wall.
Harry wrapped his now-bare legs around Draco�s waist, still kissing
furiously, tongues tangling, Draco happily exploring Harry�s mouth, and Harry
happily submitting to the intrusion.
Harry moaned softly, then louder when Draco grinded their erections
together, hard.

�D-Draco� room, p-please, now,� he stuttered
out, before gasping as Draco moved on to sucking at Harry�s neck.

Draco wrapped his arms under
Harry�s arse, giving it a squeeze as he did so, making sure that the brunet was
supported in his arms as he practically ran to his room, ignoring all the
Slytherins in the common room there.

�Out!� he shouted at his
roommates when they finally, thankfully, reached his bed, throwing Harry down
onto it, albeit gently. �All of you,
out!�

Blaise, Nott, Crabbe, and
Goyle all fled from the room at their leader and friend�s command, making sure
to remind Draco to put up silencing charms and door-locking spells.

Draco muttered at them in the
affirmative that he would, indeed, make sure to do as such, and, after doing
what they�d reminded him to (of which he was eternally grateful for,
considering that Harry James Potter was quite the expressively loud lover),
turned back to Harry, seeing the lust-filled gaze in the verdant eyes as they
roamed up and down his body.

Draco ripped off the
remaining, offending articles of clothing, before swooping down and doing the
same to Harry. �Mmm�� Harry moaned as
Draco�s hands perused his bare chest.
Draco leaned down to kiss him once again, straddling the smaller, tanned
body, hands roaming all over, before reaching his hips, and pulled them up, to
grind against Draco�s own - to which they both groaned appreciatively and made
their breaths catch - and Draco stopped the kiss to gaze down at the boy under
him.

�Are you sure you want
this? Because� I�m not sure I�ll be able
to stop if we start and you say that you don�t want to do this after all.�

Harry leaned up to place
chaste kisses all over Draco�s face, small ones around each word. �I�m-� kiss �-sure-� kiss
�-if-� kiss �-you-� kiss �-are.�

�Oh thank you,� Draco
breathed, and kissed him once again, at the same time grabbing his wand from
the bedside table and placing it at Harry�s backside, muttering a spell, and
the next moment, Harry felt a cool, slick substance inside of him, the wand
still inside of him as well. The
Hawthorne wood probed his inner walls, stretching him in anticipation for what
was to come.

Harry braced himself for it
as Draco positioned himself, and held his breath as Draco pushed himself in to
the hilt.

He started moving a moment
later as soon as Harry gave his nod of approval, saying that he was ready for
him to get going, and immediately starting moving.

They built up a steady rhythm
quickly, both groaning with pleasure each time Draco hit Harry�s prostate
dead-on. �D-Draco� please - oh gods� Fucking bloody hell! Dracoooo!!!!!!!� he screamed his love�s name
as he came, Draco following soon after.

Draco dropped down onto
Harry, chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath, Harry doing the
same. �Holy fuck, Harry��

�Ungh�� Harry said in
agreement, then the both of them fell into a comfortable silence.

Minutes later, Draco broke
the silence. �Can we do it again?� he
asked eagerly.

Harry only grinned, and
nodded his head vigorously in anticipation.

Draco grinned, and they were
ready for another round of mind-blowing hot, sweaty man sex.

�By the way,� Harry smiled,
�happy Friday the thirteenth.�

Draco rolled his eyes,
smiled, and got to work.

--

�You know, I was only doing
it because I knew that the only antidote for that potion was to have them
kiss. And I knew that Harry liked him,
so I just figured that this would be a good way for them to see each other in a
different light.�

�I know that you had the best
intentions, Ron, it�s just that you never know, they could have been hurt by
something that happened to them throughout the day�! I was only looking out for their health, is
all, that�s why I got so angry with you.
You understand how badly this could have gone, don�t you?�

Ron sighed. �Yeah, I do�
But you never know, it might have actually worked.�

Hermione sighed as well,
rolling her eyes at her redheaded boyfriend�s antics. �You are aboslutely insane - you should have
been in Slytherin.�

Ron only smirked.

Hermione moved her gaze back
to the Marauder�s Map, went to find a teacher to help, and found Harry and
Malfoy�s names.

--

Harry glanced at Draco later
on as the blond slept, running his fingers softly through the halo of fine
silvery strands. The Slytherin looked
so� peaceful, so innocent while he slept, too innocent to be fighting
with Harry all day long, twenty-four/seven.

��Arry? Baby, you �kay?� Draco�s sleepy voice asked
his newly-acquired boyfriend. Harry
smiled softly at the tired boy lying beside him on the Slytherin bed, taking in
everything he possibly could.

�Yeah, just� I�m scared to go
to sleep, and wake up to find this had only been a dream, and I�ll have to
fight with you again tomorrow,� he told the blond, a tinge of sadness in his
voice.

Draco pulled him close, one
arm around Harry�s bare waist, their still-nude bodies touching in every single
crevice. �This isn�t a dream, Harry, and
you�ll still have me when you wake up.
Now go to sleep, �kay?�

��Kay.� Harry snuggled in deeper to Draco�s warm
body, sheets tangled in his own, and fell asleep seconds later.

Now Draco was the one gazing
at his new lover, taking in everything he could.

This was how Hermione, Ron,
and Professor Flitwick found them twenty minutes later, curled into each other
and peacefully asleep.

Happy Friday the
thirteenth indeed� was Draco�s last
thought before he fell asleep once again, Harry secured tightly in his arms,
unwilling to let the Boy Wonder out of his sight for as long as he lived.

--

�Proprius talea� = in
Latin, �permanently stick�, since this is, after all, the sticking charm. XD

A/N: Hope you
liked! Review please, whether you liked
it or not, and happy Friday the thirteenth everybody! Love you all!
^.^ Muah! *kisses*

-Nymphy Fate.
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