Spoon

Spoon Chapter 3

Harry slipped into the boys' dormitory and grabbed his invisibility cloak. He left the portrait-hole as silently as possible.

Harry shivered as he walked along the corridors to the sixth floor. Why, he thought, are there no elevators? He grumbled to himself and continued walking, keeping a constant lookout for Peeves. 'Constant vigilance' a voice in his head reminded him. Of all of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, Harry had missed Moody the most, even if he hadn't been the real thing.

When he reached the closet on the sixth floor, Draco was already there waiting for him, a smile forming on his lips. That was one thing about Draco he'd noticed even in his first year - the way he smiled with only his mouth, never the rest of his face. Either way, a smirk on Draco was like ice cream...Harry's cheeks flushed with coloring before draining themselves as soon as Draco spoke.

"So, you decided to come, Potter? I thought you might have been discouraged remembering 'our' midnight duel in the trohpy room first year."

"I'd forgotten about that completely, but it's nice to know that you're not out to get me...quite as adamantly as before." Harry thought he would never forget dragging Ron and Hermione to the trophy room for the supposed midnight duel with Draco. "Well, now that you've gotten me up here, what do you want?"

A pause. "Well, I had a few things in mind." Draco pulled his hands out of his pockets and began ticking off fingers. "A blowjob. A friendly conversation. Getting you passed out and taking advantage of you." Harry had already become extremely hot and bothered and Draco smiled. "And you're the only one to believe me when I say that. Really, I'm not the slut everyone thinks I am. For instance, I would fuck Seamus, maybe Cedric if the chap were still alive, that is, but never your buddy Ron. You couldn't even pay me. The after taste wouldn't even be worth it," Draco announced, "and I don't mind you telling him so."

Harry shifted his stance, growing ever more uncomfortable in a confined space with his worst enemy, and, admittedly, the sexiest boy at Hogwarts. "Well, I'm leaving if all you're planning to do is ramble about guys." What he meant to say, though, was 'Take me now, Draco. I can't stand you talking about other men while I'm here for the taking.' But of course, this could be considered as heresy.

"Ah, yes, I suppose it's on to business. No funny stuff for you, eh, Potter?" Draco shook his head in mock dejection. "Well, if it means that much, we'll get down to business. The point of your meeting me here is on account of St. Ottoman's Day. I'm sure you are aware the holiday occurs in 6 days, and the point of the holiday is like that of the muggle holiday 'April fools'. You perform jokes on your friends and after they're completely stunned, you tell them it was a joke." He paused to see if Harry was catching the drift - after all, he could sometimes be extremely slow. "And for the occasion, I have a completely glorious joke planned and it involves your friend Weasley."

"Ron? What does this has to do with him? Nothing dangerous, right?"

"Ah, don't jump to conclusions. It doesn't include him exactly...it's on him."

Harry looked abashed. "A prank, on Ron?" He turned on his heel and began to leave the room when Draco grabbed him by the wrist. He glared straight into Harry's emerald eyes, and for a moment, it looked as though his resolve was weakened.

"At least hear me out, Potter. It's a wonderful joke, and I think you'll be quite pleased with it. That is, judging by the looks you give me during Potions, meals, in the halls. Oh, I could go on..."

Harry took a deep breath. "Alright, what is it?"

"Glad to see you have some sense. That seems to come by the grain in Gryffindor. The plan is rather simple really. We, beginning the day before St. Ottoman's, make eyes at each other." He looked at Harry. "You with me still?" Harry nodded grimly. "And on the day of St. Ottoman's, you ask me if I'd like to go out with you on Saturday. I, of course, will say yes. During dinner, I'll approach the Gryffindor table. Weasley and Granger should be flanking you by the time I get there. Following?"

"Yea, although I'm not seeing much of a joke in this..."

"Only you wouldn't, Potter. Here comes the part where you may have problem, but...maybe not."

Harry gave him a questioning look and shook his wrist, where Draco's hand was still wrapped.

"You're going to smile and tell me that you can't wait until Saturday. At that point, I'll leave the table, and Ron will be left abashed. You'll tell him it was only a joke when you get back to your tower - absolutely no sooner. Think you can handle it?"

Harry shook his head dismally for a moment thinking the plan over. "Good plan, er...Draco, but why would I want to give Ron a heart attack?"

"There has to be a reason? If you must have one, then just think that you'll get to spend some quality time with me, the real Hogwarts' posterboy," Draco simpered.

A racket in the hall outside broke a tense silence. "Shit. It must be Filch," Harry muttered. He grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him across the room into what looked like an over-sized wardrobe.

Once inside, the boys listened for more noises. It sounded like there was still someone walking about rather noisily.

Draco smiled and leaned over towards Harry who was turned towards him, their faces only more inches apart. He rubbed Harry's "Ah, what a compromising position we're in now," he whispered and ran his fingers along Harry's side. If it hadn't been so dark, Harry would have noticed a sensual smile on Draco's face.

***

A shiver ran up Harry's spine and before he knew what he was doing, he thrust himself, almost violently, forward, into Draco and pressed his lips to the blonde's. It took Draco a moment to respond, but quickly he deepened this kiss, piercing Harry's mouth with his warm tongue.

Draco tasted of blood, like copper, and Harry shuddered. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and pulled him as close as possible. He couldn't grasp, that he, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was kissing Draco Malfoy, most hated enemy.

***

"Something wrong, Potter?" Draco looked nearly distressed.

"What? No." Harry was utterly confused. 'But didn't? Didn't we just kiss? What the hell?'

"I think you fell asleep." He hesitated. "We can get out of here now." Draco took a dainty step forward as opposed to Harry who nearly fell out. 'Falling asleep on the job. And after I'd caressed him so...You twat. And I would have kissed him.'

When Draco looked up again, Harry had already left the room. He hadn't said good-bye, nor had he agreed to the joke on Ron.