• 1-Gryphon Baiting
• 2-chapter 2
• 3-the next. how orig ^^
• 4-Um...Draco the waiter. ^^
• 5-A seriously serious idea for Sirius!
• 6-chapter 6

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Though his appearance had taken a complete 180, to his
friends Ron and Hermione he seemed the same Harry they had known for ages. He seemed oblivious to the hordes of young
witches (and some wizards as well) who flocked around him in hopes of a
date. It seemed incredible to them that
he could be so innocent. He still
blushed and stammered when declining proposals, and when Justin Finch-Fletchley had asked him on
a date, he was at a loss. It took Ron
nearly an hour to explain to him that yes, wizards can and DO go on dates, and
do other, ahem, things with each other.
Apparentlyrry rry was amazed.

This continued over the course of the year, though Harry
grew better at deflecting the unwanted attention. Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindor’s grew slightly worried
though, as it seemed Harry was determined to stay an innocent. He never seemed to notice the looks on
Slytherin in particular had for him.

Though Draco Malfoy had publicly repudiated his father, and
his involvement with Voldemort, and had even fought with the Light at the Last
Battle, many Gryffindors still didn’t trust him. His reasons for defying his father- Malfoy Honor dictated that
they be leaders, not followers- was sketchy at best to the Gryffindor house. After all, the reason to fight on the light
side was for honor, and to cast down evil, right?

In any case, all kept a close eye on the “Prince of
Slytherin.” His fiery glances were
interpreted by the Gryffindors as a plot to seduce their Golden Boy and bring
him to misery. They, being the Noble
and Honorable House, decided to stop this from happening at all costs.

Skip to beginning of 7^th year.

In a secluded compartment on the Hogwarts Express, two young
men sat plotting. Silver eyes flashed
in mirth over the revealing of the plan, as related by his companion.

“And you are sure they will buy this?”

“Of course.
They’ll go to any costs to protect their ‘Golden Boy’ right? So they will be sure to follow. Only serves them right!”

“Heh, true. The
perfect revenge for all their interfering.
Are you sure you weren’t in Slytherin?”

“Hey!” The
sounds of a slight scuffle ensue, followed by the soft smack of lips meeting in
a passionate embrace.

“Mmmm, I can’t wait until tonight. Be sure to have your side ready.”

“Of course. See
you later.”

A door slid open, and then closed once more, letting the
silver eyed young man head for the compartment reserved for the Head Boy and Girl. Reaching the door, Draco slid in, smirking
lightly at the girl already present.

He was most definitely up to something. She didn’t even bother trying to strike up a conversation with
the Slytherin. Instead she followed his
example and took out one of her own texts to reread. She hoped Harry and Ron were getting on all right, and not being
bothered by any other Slytherins.

As for those two, they were safely ensconced in their own
compartment, along with Dean, Seamus, and Neville. They were having a lively discussion of the quidditch team. Ron had made on as keeper in 5^th
year, while surprisingly enough, Neville was a first rate beater. After returning back from a brief trip to
the loo to change his robes, Harry rejoined the group to referee a discussion
between Seamus and Ron about tactics.

This discussion, and related topics carried them through to
the Sorting, and the feast afterwards.
The boys, now joined by the rest of their house, were happily stuffing
themselves on the good food provided by the house-elves. Ginny, Hermione, and Lavender were
discussing their latest Dark Arts professor, who had made it through the last
year, and was back for a second year.
Professor Williams was an accomplished teacher, and she had quite a
following among the stus.

The gradual descent of silence was not noticed at first at
the Gryffindor table was not apparent at first, but it got the attention of the
Trio after a few moments. The cause of
this hush was Draco Malfoy. He had made
his way from his own table and now stood behind Harry, one hand negligently
placed on his hip, head tilted to the side.
His silver eyes narrowed as he regarded the Gryffindors with scorn,
their glares not affecting him one whit.
He snorted, addressing Harry in a quiet voice when he turned to face
him.

ter.ter. I’ve
something to discuss with you. In
private, if you don’t mind?” His gaze
swept the watching Gryffindors with an amused smirk. “That is, if you can bare to part with your followers?”

Ron’s face turned nearly as red as his hair, and he was on
the verge of jumping out of his seat to confront Malfoy when Harry’s hand on
his shoulder stopped him. Harry stood
as well, showing his advantage in height to Malfoy, and gave him a measuring
look. Finally nodding, he spoke.

“Fine, Malfoy. When
and where? Mind you, this had better
not be one of your tricks. I don’t
think you’d like to upset me.” No idle
threat was this though; Harry had defeated Voldemort after all.

Silver-gilt brows arched over pale eyes as Draco gave a
sardonic grin. “Trick? I? Hardly.
You aren’t worth it Potter. As I
said, I merely wish to speak with you on a private matter. Alone.
Meet me at my rooms around midnight.”
Smirking, he left back to Slytherin territory with an artful twirl of
his robes.

A clamor arose at Harry’s table, all voicing their opinions
on why Harry shouldn’t go. Shrugging
them all off, he responded with a simple “I can take care of myself.” He finished with his dinner and got up to
leave. Hermione and Ron and shared a
glance. Neither trusted this one bit.

“Hey, mate, wait up!”
Grabbing Hermione’s hand, Ron caught up with Harry and walked by his
side. Raking his hand through his
ginger coloured hair, he threw a distraught glance at his friend. “You can’t be seriously thinking about going
tonight, are you?”

“Ron, I appreciate your concern, but aren’t you, and the
rest of Gryffindor going just a tad bit overboard? I can handle myself.” Ron
could tell by his tone of voice Harry was starting to get a bit annoyed. He backed off a few paces, hands held out in
front of him jokingly.

“Ok, easy mate.
We’re just worried, ya know?
He’s a Malfoy. There’s no
telling what he’d do.”

Harry paused briefly in his walk back to the Tower and faced
his friends, placing one hand on each shoulder. “I know you are worried, but still. I’ll be careful, kay? I
still have my cloak, remember.” Emerald
eyes sparkling, he gave them both a devilish grin. “Besides, I want to know what he has to say! I never back down from a challenge. Especially not from Malfoy.” He winked and turned, heading on up to the
tower.

Hermione grimaced watching him go. Not for the first time in her life, she wished she had been
placed in Ravenclaw; at least they never got into crazy schemes like this. When Harry had walked out of site, Ron
nudged her side lightly. She looked
over enquiringly, eyebrow raised.

“Yes Ron?”

“Do ya still have that formula for that invisibility potion?”

“Yes, yes I do. Why
do you….Oh!”

“Yup, you got it.
Meet me in the tower at 10pm, all right?”

“All right then. See
you then Ron.”

10pm, Gryffindor Tower

Head Girl Hermione Granger entered the common room, loaded
down with books as usual. Several of
kids present looked up, murmuring greetings, or nodding to her. Smiling back, she headed to a small corner
where Ron and Harry where playing a game of wizards chess, with Ron winning. She plopped herself down next to Ron,
letting her bag down gently to the floor.
Ron gave her a quick one-armed hug and peck on the cheek while Harry
nodded and said hi. She yawned
delicately while watching play for a few minutes, then spoke up.

“You both really should be getting to bed, you know. Even though we don’t have class tomorrow, we
do have…”

“…our N.E.W.T.s this end of term and we want to do
well.” The boys finished her sentence
for her in chorus, grinning innocently up at her flustered expression.

“Hmph. Well, it is
true, you know. I really just came in
to deliver these books for the common room.
Professor McGonagall suggested that they would be helpful to have right
on hand in the common room.” She started
pulling out some books as she spoke.
Most had to do with 5^th and 7^th year subjects.yes"> Harry got up and left for the 7^th year dorms, leaving
Hermione and Ron behind. Making sure
Harry was out of earshot, he turned to his girlfriend.

“Do you have it?”

She nodded slightly, pulling out two vials of a clear
liquid. “Right here. It lasts for four hours. I’ll take mine about 11:45, you should
too. Follow Harry when he leaves; make
sure he doesn’t know though. I’ll stay
in this chair, and you can grab me when he goes out. Did you get the map?”

“Yup, right here.”
Ron patted his pocket where the Marauders Map was hidden.

“Good, we can follow him easier then. I’ll see you soon then, or not.” She giggled slightly, handing Ron his
portion of the potion. (AN: heh heh
heh, portion of the potion, I like that!)

“Yes ma’am!” Ron
saluted her with mock fierceness, earniimseimself a swat on the head. “Night, luv, take care.”

“You too, Ron. Good
night.”

They parted ways, Ron to his bed, and Hermione stayed put in
her chair.

11:45 pm

In the dark seclusion provided by his bed curtains Harry
pulled on his robes over his clothes.
As stealthily as he could he slipped from the bed and snagged his
invisibility cloak, making his way to the door of the 7^th year
doors. Pausing by it, he surveyed the
room one last time. Everything was
still, only Neville’s quiet snores breaking up the silence. He quickly exited, not noticing the curtains
on Ron’s bed billow for a moment, then fall still.

Harry crept down the stairs and headed for the exit,
swirling his cloak about his shoulder as he went. By the time he had reached the portrait, he had completely
disappeared. Not knowing he was in
close pursuit by two invisible stalkers.

Now, the problem with an invisibility potion is that nly nly
turns a person invisible. Not there
clothes. Both Ron and Hermione made
this unfortunate discovery thankfully before they left, but it caused for no
little embarrassment, even though no one could see their nakedness. Hermione could’ve smacked herself for not
realizing this before hand, but they had no time. Right after Harry Ron came down the stairs, bare feet padding
against the stone. He made his way to
Hermione's chair and tried to find her as tortrortrait swung closed. He was momentarily startled by the sight of
the map floating in air and Hermione’s voice coming from thin air.

“Ron,” she whispered, “we can’t use the map! It’ll be seen. Her own probably rivaled it.

“Here, let’s go.”
She offered up her hand, still holding the map. With a little fumbling, Ron grasped it and
she let go of the map, the little dot that was Harry heading to the Head Boy’s
quarters. (AN: In this, the Head Boy
and Girl don’t share a common room.
Just the way it works, so don’t flay me over it.) Quickly whispering the code to wipe it clean
then headed to the portrait and left as well.

The Fat Lady shook her head as for the second time she was
opened by invisible forces then closed.
She grumbled to herself over lost sleep and settled back down again,
hoping that was it for the night.

Because of his invisibility cloak, Harry felt no true need
to be deathly silent as he made his way to Draco’s rooms. Consequently, he made just enough noise that
those following him were able to keep up without overtaking him. In no time at all, all had arrived at the
Portrait guarding Draco’s room. A large
golden dragon was the occupant of this portrait. It blinked sleepily as Harry softly knocked on his frame. Ron and ‘Mione stayed as close as they dared
to the portrait, not knowing exactly where Harry was.

At the sound of the soft knock, Draco smiled and went to
open it. Looking out, he saw nothing.

“Potter?”

“Here.” Harry lifted
the cloak from his head, so that he could be identified.

“Nobody under that with you then?” Draco stepped out slightly, and looked up and down the hall.

“No, just me, like you asked.” Harry stripped the cloak from his shoulders, making his way into
the room. Ron and ‘Mione were quick to
follow behind him before he could close the door. They breathed a silent sigh of relief, as they were not
caught. Harry turned to face
Draco. “So, what did you want to see me
about anyways?”

A suggestive smile quirked on the shorter boys lips as he
used his wand to put a locking charm on the door, and a silencing spell on the
room. “I think you already know what I
want, Harry.” He stalked gracefully
over to the dark haired boy, one slim pale hand reaching up to cup his cheek
before sliding down to his shoulder, tugging him closer. He leaned forward, pink lips ghosting near
Harry’s ear. “Did they follow?”

Imperceptibly Harry nodded, a small smile tugging at his
lips. His own strong hand came up to
tangle in Draco’s fine hair, pulling his head from his ear so he could capture
those lips in a kiss of his own.

Now, when Ron and ‘Mione followed Harry, they had expected anything
but this. To say they were
surprised was an understatement. They
were astonished. Their innocent Harry,
came here to SNOG MALFOY? And he knew
about it in advance? Their world had
been turned upside down, and there was no way they could get out of this,
without announcing their presence to the kissing couple. Both of them desperately prayed that it
would go no further then a simple snog.
They were to be disappointed.

Harry caressed those warm silken lips with his own, swiping
the tip of his tongue across their seam, begging entrance. Draco complied, deepening the kiss, both
dueling for dominance with caress of tongue or nibble of teeth. Harry sighed as he tasted the spice of
Draco’s mouth; he had missed this over the summer. Wandering hands crossed over the plains of both young men,
eliciting gasps from both, Draco arching up into the inviting warmth in front
of him, surrounding him. His movement
brought an answering groan from Harry, his aching arousal grinding into his
lovers.

If the ground had opened before them and swallowed them
whole, Ron and ‘Mione couldn’t have been more grateful. More then ever, as they watched the clothes
coming off, they wished they had never decided to follow their friend. Some things are just not worth knowing. Both slid to the floor, hiding flaming faces
in their knees, but nothing could block out the passionate moans from their
ears.

Draco gave Harry a small smirk as his hands began to undo
Harry's robes, long cool fingers caressing the skin beneath. They kissed and
explored one another as they stripped off their clothes. Stumbling slightly
they made it to the bed, leaving a trail of shed clothes behind them. The back of Harry’s knees hit the edge of
the bed first, and propelled by Draco’s momentum, he fell back with a small
thump. His hands, tangled in Draco’s
pale hair, insured that he came tumbling down as well, landing on top and to
one side of Harry. Momentarily
disoriented he allowed Harry to take control, and was flipped to his back with
Harry leaning over him. The dark haired
youth started kissing and nipping a trail down the pale boys neck, leaving him
to gasp and give small mews of pleasure.
Long fingers reached between the two straining bodies, lightly stroking,
then pinching Draco’s nipples until they pebbled beneath his questing
touch.

Draco gasped as he felt his lovers touch; it sent a shock
through his body directly to his cock.
It jumped, hardening even more. Harry’s
hot mouth and teeth soon replaced the fingers.
Draco clutched at the back over him, his nails digging in slightly to
anchor him to reality as Harry’s tongue and teeth massaged those taut nubs,
then flowed downward once more.

Nuzzling his nose into the soft velvet skin over Draco’s
belly, he breathed in his unique aroma.
He let his tongue swipe over the pale skin, tasting, searching, and
mapping out the contours of his lover. Harry
briefly dipped into Draco’s navel, taking a firm hold on his hips as he tried
to arch up into the touch. He playfully
smirked at the blonde boy as he growled at the loss of Harry’s tongue, which
changed to a deep moan as the touch came back, circling the head of his aching
prick.

Harry’s tongue flicked out, gently teasing the straining
cock and lapping up the drips of pre-cum that glistened in the shaft before
taking the head in his mouth.

Draco let his head fall back as his length was engulfed in
moist heat. He ached to move, to fuck
that beautiful mouth, but Harry’s strong grip on his hips prevented him from
doing as he wished. He ground his head
back into the pillows, tossing it from side to side as Harry began to move
along his shaft, his tongue caressing every inch. He couldn’t help the little mews of pleasure he let out; Harry’s
mouth was too skilled. His hands,
previously fisted in the sheets, released their death grip to migrate to Harry’s
hair when he took in Draco’s full length.

Harry watched his lover with slitted eyes, amused at the
expressions his pale lover made.
Relaxing his throat, he took in the full length and began to move, head
bobbing as he created suction with his mouth.
One hand left its hold on Draco’s hip and made its way down and over his
thigh before coming back up to fondle his balls. Draco’s sharp gasp sounded in the small room, and Harry could
almost feel his balls drawing up and tightening, preparing for release. Harry gave a few more strokes to the shaft,
following the large vein on the underside with his tongue before swallowing
around the shaft and humming deeply in his throat.

Those last few actions completely undid Draco, and he felt
himself let go in the grips of a powerful orgasm. His head dropped back amongst the pillows, eyes rolled back into
his head. Harry swallowed around his
shaft, tongue flicking out to catch stray runnels of seed as Draco pulsed. After what seemed eons, Draco started to
come down from his orgasm-induced euphoria.
He felt more then saw Harry slide his softening member from his mouth
and turn him to his side. He let
himself be cradled against the hard, warm body behind his.

Harry leaned on his elbow a moment and reached for the
bedside stand and grabbed up a small bottle.
Opening it, he smeared the contents on his fingers liberally then set it
aside. Bending down he bit lightly at
the juncture of Draco’s neck, and then sucked at the wound while letting his
hand slide down his back to the other boys crease.

Draco came out of the pleasant haze he was floating in to
the feeling of something warm and slippery massaging the muscles ringing his
puckered hole. He drew up his leg,
allowing for easier access, simultaneously trying to force himself down
and that delicious finger in. He
shivered delicately as Harry’s warm breath puffed softly against his neck as he
chuckled. Soon a second finger joined
the first, sliding in past the taut muscle which was quickly loosening up, and
both stroked inside that velvety heat.
Harry scissored them, stretching his lover carefully, every few passes
stroking against Draco’s prostate. Hot
sparks seemed to dance their way up Draco’s spine, reducing him to incoherency,
especially when the third finger joined its brethren. Draco couldn’t wait any longer, he needed Harry, needed in
him, right now.