The Plan

Draco was ravenous. The food that Potter had somehow gotten a hold of looked delicious, and smelled even better, if possible. When combined with a stomach that hadn't had even a touch of food since the evening before, the plate in front of the crazy boy who had kissed him was irresistible. That was why he had given in to Potter's stupid demands so quickly, he told himself. It had nothing to do with any curiosity on Draco's part, no desire to see just how far Potter would take this little game. Nope. No way, Jose. Draco was not a candidate for St. Mungo's, thankyouverymuch, so there was no way that he was insane enough to be anything but disgusted about Potter's intentions towards him. Uh-uh.

Vaguely, it came to Draco's mind that he may be protesting just a tad much, but he was too busy eating all Potter's food to care. And eat he did, not caring if Potter got any food at all; in fact, if Potter had so much as tried to take a chicken leg off of the plate, Draco probably would have bitten him. This was his food now, bloody Potter had conned him into eating in front of him, and Draco had no intention of sharing. He was so busy with his eating that he didn't see Potter grinning from ear to ear as he watched Draco devour the plate of food that he had originally gotten for himself.

After the contents of the plate were completely consumed (and truth be told, Draco had to restrain himself from licking the plate; it wouldn't do to allow Potter to see him stoop to such antics, but he was still so hungry...) something like rational thought had returned to Draco, and upon looking up and catching the tail end of Potter's grin he realized how easily Potter had maneuvered him into a position that he had vowed (while shaking like a leaf in the bathroom, though he'd never tell) he would not get into. He started to send Potter a Patented Malfoy Death Glare, but before he could so much as glance up, he smelled it. Food. Draco glanced back at his plate and found himself blinking rather stupidly as he realized that it was once again full. What's more, Potter also had a plate of food. Despite the desire to tear into the new plate of food right away, Draco gazed at Potter for a few moments through narrowed eyes. Potter began to fidget under his gaze, and Draco thought: he's hiding something.

The thought in itself could be termed as ridiculous, since obviously Potter was hiding plenty from Draco. Such as how he got the room furnished, how he had made the food appear, and how he had gotten Draco there in the first place. Draco knew that Potter hadn't used a Portkey despite the way being yanked into the room had felt. For one thing, he hadn't been touching anything when he'd been deposited into the room. For another, there was no way that Potter could have spelled a Portkey his self, and nowhere he could have gotten a hold of one. It was a mystery, but to Draco it was a welcome relief from worrying about what exactly Potter might be planning to do with him.

Draco forgot about food for the time being, his mind wholly focused on figuring out how Potter was doing all these things without the use of his wand...for Draco had not seen him pull it out at all yet, and while he could have missed it when Potter got the first plate of food he knew beyond a doubt that he would have noticed the second time, being right next to him and all. Draco's brow furrowed as he concentrated on this mystery, instinctively knowing that if he solved it he would also find out how to leave the room and get as far away from Potter as humanly possible.

As was custom for him when he was deep in thought, Draco began to bite his lip, worrying it with his teeth, occasionally licking his lips if they got too dry. It was a habit; he did it without thinking, much the way one begins to fidget when they are especially nervous. Only Draco didn't usually go into deep thought mode with Potter around, so the sharp intake of breath from the other boy was enough to snap Draco back to himself rather quickly.

Giving a small blink, Draco gazed up at Potter curiously, noting the shortness of breath and the glazed look in the emerald green eyes, which were at the moment focused on Draco's mouth. Draco tilted his head slightly, thinking, then experimentally licked his lips. Potter's eyes widened just a little bit more, and Draco allowed himself a small smirk of amusement. This boy is really deprived, he thought, and on the heels of that, this could be interesting.

Deciding to give up his pondering for the time being in favor of torturing Potter with this new weakness, Draco licked his lips again, slowly, starting with the left corner of his mouth and trailing his tongue first over his top lip, then his bottom, making a lazy circle before pulling said tongue back in his mouth. Potter gave a small gasp, unconsciously licking his own lips in the same pattern Draco had just done. Draco was becoming very entertained. Now that he had food in his stomach, Draco could think, and think fast. Within the space of a few seconds Draco had decided that while teasing Potter would be fun, perhaps there was a way to use Potter's attraction against him. Perhaps if he played on said attraction, Potter would be turned into a lump of so much jelly, consequently so smitten with Draco that he would tell him how to get out of the room and as far away from Potter as possible.

Yet Draco wasn't sure that he had Potter totally under his power just yet. Sure, Potter's eyes were glazed over, and his breathing was quickened, but Draco was a firm believer in completing what he started. So he worried his lower lip a little with his teeth for good measure, purposely biting hard to give his lip that bruised, just-snogged look that he knew made him look especially pouty and sexy (not that he practiced or anything...).

Potter let out a small whimper, and Draco felt his mouth form a small sneer of disgust that Potter would be so weak as to let his arch-enemy, the person who hated him more than anyone except Voldemort, see him in this state of desire. That's the problem with Potter, Draco thought as he entered full-on Superior Mode. He never stops to think that the things he does can be used against him. That's why he'll fail.

Of course, we all know that poor Draco's worst fault is his own hypocrisy...which is why he never stopped to think that Potter would read the distaste on his face, not did he expect that the other boy would act so quickly on what he saw. So before Draco was really aware of what was happening, he found himself flat on his back with one Harry Potter sitting on top of him. "So, you want to play, Malfoy?" he hissed, and Draco found himself incapable of doing anything except staring into Potter's green eyes and thinking to himself that his Brilliant Plan hadn't gone so well after all.

Potter was not satisfied with this, however, and gave Draco a sharp poke. "I asked you a question," he said, giving the boy below him another poke.

Draco gave Potter a bewildered stare and said cleverly, "Huh?"

Potter let out an exasperated sigh and repeated the question from earlier, punctuating each word with a poke for emphasis. All in all, it went something like this: "I"-poke-"said"-poke-"so"-poke-"you"-poke-"want"-poke-"to"-poke-"play"-poke-"games"-poke-"Malfoy?" complete with an extra hard poke at the end. Draco was pissed. He just knew that there would be a bruise from all that poking, and if there was anything that Draco hated more than running out of gel, it was having any sort of mar on his perfect skin. The very thought of the bruise he would probably have come morning gave Draco the strength he needed to throw Potter off of him, and he wasted no time in doing so. He bucked upward as hard as he could, while using his hands to help him knock Potter to the side, allowing Draco to scramble up and glare into the face of his nemesis.

"If I bruise Potter, believe me when I say I will make you pay," he hissed down at the other boy, and with a swish of his robes, Draco turned to go back to the sanctuary of his bathroom...only to find that it was no longer there. Eyes wide with disbelief, Draco walked to where the bathroom door had been moments before, but was now a solid wall. Upon reaching the wall Draco ran his hands over it, unable to believe his eyes. Where the hell was the bathroom??

"Pretty impressive, huh?" Potter's voice came from right behind him, and Draco spun around, backing into the wall as he realized that Potter's face was barely three inches away from his own. Not again, Draco thought, wondering why he always seemed to end up in situations like this. He tried to sidle past Potter, but the other boy put his hands on either side of Draco, trapping him against the wall. Draco gulped.

Potter began to lean forward very slowly, licking his lips in anticipation, and despite himself Draco found his eyes riveted to Potter's mouth. You know, he thought to himself absently, Potter's really not so annoying when he isn't talking-wait a minute! What am I saying? Of course he's annoying! He's always annoying! Get a grip on yourself, Draco!

Yanking himself out of his thoughts, Draco determined a course of action and rushed forward, momentarily confusing Potter and consequently freeing himself. He backed as far away from Potter as possible, eyes wide. Potter made no move to follow Draco; he seemed content to smirk at him from across the room. When Draco was as far from Potter as he could get, he gave him his most quelling glance, saying, "Don't you dare come near me, Potter. I've had enough of whatever game you're playing."

Potter merely raised his eyebrows. "You're tired of my game?" he replied. "What were you just doing, Draco? Thought you'd seduce me into letting you out of here, hmm?" He rolled his eyes. "Please, Draco, I'm nowhere near that stupid. While I did find your little performance enjoyable, I have no intention of letting you out until I get what I want."

Draco glared. "And what would that be, Potter?" he snarled furiously. "My virginity?" Potter grinned.

"Nahh," he returned, "while I must admit that it would be nice to sleep with you, I'd much rather you be a willing participant in it. Rape just doesn't do it for me." He moved to the bed and sat on it. "What I want," he told Draco, "is for you and I to spend the weekend together. Here. Just that and no more."

Draco stared at Potter in disbelief. "That's it?" he asked incredulously. "All I have to do is spend the weekend here with you and you'll let me go...and never bother me again?"

Potter sighed. "Yes," he said tiredly. "I guess I just want to see if there could be anything between us...you know, if we didn't have all the barriers between us that we have now. If we could have been friends or...or maybe more." Potter was blushing now, and Draco refused to think it was becoming. It was too cliché to be ogling his enemy just because he was being all sweet and cute and blushing besides. Nope, Draco would not give in to the power of Potter's suggestion.

To prevent himself from falling into temptation as it were, Draco pondered Potter's idea. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to just give Potter what he wanted. Surely he could handle one weekend without fighting. They could do this, and then go their separate ways, and no one would ever have to know. Usually this type of idea did not sit well with Draco, who loved to exploit whatever weakness he could find in his peers, especially Potter.

But exploiting this weakness of Potter's would also put Draco in the hot seat. Everyone would wonder whether or not Draco had really tried to get away from Potter, and if he had, well, he'd eventually agreed with Potter's crazy plan, hadn't he? No, this time Draco felt it would be better to just forget that this weekend had ever happened, and he informed Potter of the fact.

"If I agree," he told the other boy, "then we forget this ever happened. After this weekend, we go back to the way we always were. I hate you; you hate me, no change. Got it?"

Potter pondered Draco's offer before giving a small sigh of resignation. "I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything else," he said, then stuck out his hand. "Fine. Deal. And you call me Harry."

Draco took the offered hand with a small smile. "Hello, Harry, I'm Draco," he said, wondering in the back of his mind if he had just made a big mistake.