The Plan

Harry shook Draco's hand once before letting go, valiantly resisting the urge to cackle evilly. The evilness would not be denied, however, and Harry had to turn away to hide his smirk. Draco had no clue what he'd gotten himself into.

Little did Draco know it, but most of what had just transpired had been Planned--at least on Harry's part. While watching Draco devour his food at an alarming rate--and truth be told that this sight would have disgusted anyone save Harry, who had seen food eaten much faster and sloppier (he was friends with Ron "the walking garbage disposal" Weasley, after all)--Harry had thought up Plan B, bless him.

So Harry had sat back, content to tuck in to his own plate of food and let Draco eat to his heart's content...Plan B could wait a few more minutes. Of course, Harry hadn't counted on Draco doing the whole lip licking bit, or the slight detour he'd have to take to get to the Plan. Now lip-licking isn't usually a huge distraction for most people, but our dear Harry was one horny little bugger, and he had a rather good imagination. So let's just say that while Draco had been licking his lips, good old Harry had been imagining much more--ahem--interesting places that mouth could be, hence the glazed eyes and quickened breathing. Which is not to say that Harry didn't have a pretty good idea what the other boy was doing. Oh, no, Harry was quite aware of what Draco was trying to pull, and he was rather proud of the Slytherin. In all honesty, Harry had been marginally afraid that the kiss he'd given Draco had made the other boy incapable of anything other than squeaking and repeating "You kissed me" over and over in that scared little boy voice, which Harry admitted was Pretty Darn Cute but nowhere near as satisfying as Normal Conversation. All in all, he was glad to see that all that was really wrong with Draco was lack of food, and this gladness, coupled with a fierce relief that he could still use Plan B, had perhaps made Harry a trifle giddy, and therefore slightly careless as to just how far his overly active imagination was taking things.

It was about the time that Harry's mind put Draco's mouth around his nether regions that Harry let out a dazed whimper, which startled the Gryffindor out of his stupor and cleared his glazed eyes just in time to see the sneer of disgust on Draco's face. Suddenly furious, Harry had thrown himself at Draco and had ended up straddling the other boy...which two seconds ago he really would've enjoyed, but Harry had a wicked temper and it wasn't about to let a simple thing like lust get in its way.

Unfortunately for Anger, though, Lust was a bit stronger than usual due to the lack of booty Harry had been getting recently, mainly because he'd been too busy Planning to take care of much else. Therefore, all Anger could manage was a few hisses and pokes to the boy underneath him--and this was all purely in temper, much to Lust's disappointment--before said Lust took over completely.

Now Lust was no genius, but hell, it didn't take an Einstein to figure out that there were better things that could be done when you were on top of the person you've been wanting to shag than poke said person, and Lust settled down to do just that. Too bad for Lust that Draco didn't appreciate this particular position, and had thrown Harry off just as it had been decided that fighting was the last thing he wanted to do right now. But our pal Lust was a fighter, and began to stalk his pre--I mean, follow Draco, once the problem of the bathroom had been taken care of. Draco whirled around, anger and wonderful confusion in his eyes, and found himself trapped before he could so much as make a move...and Lust was making his. But once again Lust was nicely thwarted as Draco got away, but instead of chasing him farther, Harry merely smirked as Lust gave up (for the moment) and Reason returned, with just a hint of the old Anger to spice things up.

Then Draco had the nerve to ask Harry what he was playing at, and Humor came back full force, thank Merlin. With Humor came the Return of Plan B, and Harry had quickly and effortlessly moved the conversation to get Draco right where he wanted, namely agreeing to a truce that Harry couldn't care less about, and put himself up for further 'friendly' activities. Draco didn't stand a chance.

So now here they were, Draco looking apprehensive and Harry trying with all his might not to let out an evil "muahaha", lest Draco figure out what he was up to. But it really was so very hard not to, especially when Draco was clearly asking himself if he had just made the worst mistake of his life. Well maybe he would think so later, Harry thought with a twinge of something like sadness, but not this weekend. Oh, no, this weekend was all about pleasure...and fun.

"Something wrong, Po--Harry? Or do you just find the wall fascinating?" Draco's voice broke into Harry's thoughts, and he turned to the other boy with a grin. "Just thinking." He replied. Draco raised an eyebrow. "You Gryffindors do that?" he asked. "Wow. You learn something new every day." Harry rolled his eyes. "Thought you'd agreed to getting along with me?" he inquired dryly, and it was Draco's turn to grin as he shrugged his shoulders. "Force of habit," the Slytherin replied unrepentantly, then looked around the room. "Well Po-Harry, since we are going to be in here together for two days, what do you propose we do?"

Harry couldn't help it; he gave Draco a lascivious smile as an image of just how they could amuse themselves entered his head. Draco's eyes widened and he stepped back. "Except that," he said quickly, and Harry laughed.

"Why Draco, whatever do you mean?" he asked in his most innocent voice. However, Draco wasn't fooled in the least.

"You know very well what I mean, Potter," he replied, rolling his eyes skyward, "but if you insist on playing the idiot, I'll make it perfectly clear what I mean. I mean what can we do that doesn't involve any touching, stripping, or bondage of any sort."

Harry felt a delighted grin light up his face, and he said the first thing that popped into his head. "Why, Draco, I never knew you were an S&M kinda guy...I'll have to keep that in mind..." Harry put on a speculative face and was gratified to see the pink tinge that appeared on Draco's cheeks. Too cute, he thought amusedly and felt an insane urge to reach out and pinch that tinge, make it grow even darker.

The crazy urge only intensified as Draco spluttered, "You--I--that's not what I meant at all, Potter!" Harry's grin grew. "Oh really?" he asked, switching to a curious expression and trying hard not to laugh as the blush on Draco's cheeks deepened, thinking, oh, my is this fun.

It seemed Draco did not agree, as he stopped looking embarrassed and started looking quite pissed, indeed. The grey eyes were suddenly narrowed into slits in a face that had gone pale as milk. "What I meant, Harry," Draco hissed, putting so much venom in the name that it was like a physical blow, " was that you should keep your perverted fantasies to yourself, because there's no way in hell that I'll ever participate in them. Do I make myself clear?"

Harry stared at Draco, stunned. Wow. Who knew it was that easy to piss Malfoy off? Harry sure didn't, and now that he did, he put the information away for later use; and he would use it, because the undeniable fact was that when he was totally and completely furious, Draco Malfoy was breathtaking. Harry had never seen too much emotion in that impassive pointy face, but now it was flooded with rage, making his eyes shine silver, and his pale skin translucent. In short, Draco was looking thoroughly shaggable, and it was all Harry could do to keep from pouncing.

Instead, Harry resorted to his old standby when it came to situations like this; he laughed, causing those gorgeous eyes to dim in confusion. Harry sorely missed that silver light, but laughed all the harder, releasing all the tension that had sprung up in him unbidden at the sight of a passionate Draco. Ooh, passionate, Harry thought hysterically, and that set him off all over again. Draco was now looking at him as though he were completely nutters, and Harry thought, oh, hell, maybe I am. That thought sobered him up a bit, though a hiccup or two of laughter still escaped him. Draco glared. "What is so bloody funny, Potter?" he snapped, and Harry shook his head helplessly.

"Hell if I know," he replied, and grinned up at Draco. "Maybe I'm just totally gone." Draco didn't return the grin.

"Maybe you are," he replied, and turned away.

Harry frowned at the Slytherin's back. "You're not really that upset about a little teasing, are you, Draco?" he asked incredulously. "It's not as though I meant anything by it."

Draco's back stiffened. "Oh, and that makes it all better." He snapped without turning around. "Harry Potter, Boy Wonder just apologized, so now its all roses. Hate to break it to you, Potter, but I am not one of your little minions. You can't just insult me one minute and expect me to laugh it off the next. I don't work that way." Here he stopped and muttered something unintelligible, something that sounded a lot to Harry like "pompous asshole".

Stung, Harry glared at Draco's back. "One", he said angrily, "I did not apologize because I have nothing to be sorry for. Two, I don't have minions; I have friends, which is something you obviously know nothing about. Three, it wasn't an insult, it was teasing; there is a difference. And four, I am not a pompous anything, you prat." Done ranting and feeling considerably better, he continued in a calmer tone, "Now, you have two choices as I see it. You can stand there and sulk all day over something completely stupid, or you can play a game of good old Non Contact Wizard's Chess with me. It's up to you." With that Harry turned away, thinking about what he would need for a good game of Wizard's Chess (a table complete with two cushy chairs for comfort's sake, along with the game itself, of course). Harry was just about to sit in the chair nearest him when he was grabbed from behind and spun around to meet feral grey eyes. Harry gulped. Draco was less than an inch from, and Harry felt his body start to react accordingly. Panicked, he tried to back away but Draco stopped him. Grabbing Harry's other arm he jerked the boy against himself, eyes widening as he became aware of just how excited Harry was getting. Oh shite, Harry thought closing his eyes in mortification and waiting for Draco to push him away disgustedly.

When Draco didn't push him away as Harry had expected, he tentatively opened his eyes to watch as Draco grinned a slow, predatory grin and leaned even farther into him before asking softly, "Do you like this Harry?" Harry's only response was to let out a small moan, as helpless to stop the sound as he was to get away from Draco's iron grip. Draco's smile widened even more, and his eyes darkened as his gaze flickered down to Harry's mouth, which in turn sent the Gryffindor's eyes to the lips right in front of him. Those lips moved closer to Harry's own, and it was all he could do to keep himself from tackling the Slytherin and doing positively wicked things to him. Draco's mouth came closer and closer; and Harry shut his eyes, unable to keep them open any longer, and just as he could feel Draco's breath against his lips the other boy stopped, and abruptly let Harry go, allowing him to crash to the floor.

Harry's eyes flew open in surprise, and he glared up at Draco in a mix of anger, humiliation, and though he would never admit it, hurt. Draco was smirking triumphantly down at him, gleeful about getting the upper hand, and Harry wanted to punch him. Instead he stood up, dusted imaginary dirt off his trousers, and said, "Wizard's Chess, then?" an unspoken challenge in his eyes.

Draco gave him a dumbfounded look before answering the challenge, tilting his chin up and saying, "Very well, then," and moving to sit at the table and set up the game. Harry grinned to himself. Draco could act as unruffled as he wanted, but Harry had seen his reaction to the near kiss, and he knew that Draco was just as affected as he was. Not that this knowledge meant that Harry would forget the humiliation he had just suffered. Oh, no, Malfoy would pay. But Harry had found in his life that revenge worked best when the object of said revenge had let his guard down. Harry would wait...for now.

Two hours later, Draco was grinning gleefully and Harry was frowning. He had just lost the sixth game of Wizard's Chess in a row, and he was none too happy. He'd hoped that all those hours of losing to Ron had strengthened his chess playing abilities, but obviously they hadn't. Harry just had to face the facts. He was never going to be good at this game.

Draco, on the other hand, was as good as Ron, if not better (Harry allowed himself a small smile when he thought of how Ron would react to him saying that). He played mercilessly, and poor Harry, who didn't know just how easy Ron was on him, was annihilated before he really had much of a chance to do anything. Of course, it didn't help that Draco was a bad winner who felt the need to rub Harry's face in the fact that he'd lost not once, not twice, but six times, which was not improving Harry's temper in the slightest. Nope, it was time for a new game. Harry stood and stretched, giving a soft groan as his muscles adjusted from sitting so long. Turning to Draco, he noticed the boy watching him and grinned, though he did not seek his revenge. He merely finished stretching and suggested a game of Exploding Snap.

"Snap?' Draco said, looking disgusted. "I hate that game." Harry grinned.

"Now why would that be, I wonder?" he said, tilting his head as though he were thinking. "Could it be because you always lose?"

Draco tilted his pointed chin higher into the air and replied haughtily, "No. I hate it because it is a game of luck rather than skill. Any idiot can win. Even you, P-Harry." Harry laughed.

"Precisely why I like it," he replied, and frowned at the chessboard. Draco caught the frown and smirked.

"Why so glum, Potter?" he asked. "Could it be because you never win?"

Harry turned to Draco and replied nonchalantly, "It's Harry. And yes, that is why I'm upset. I think I should just give chess up." He plopped back in his chair and glared at Draco, who was busy urging Harry's pieces back on the board. Harry was pleased to see his pieces putting up a good fight. Seemed they knew when to quit as well. Seeing as Draco apparently didn't know this, Harry felt that he should enlighten him. "Draco?" he asked, and when Draco looked up at him said, "I'm not playing anymore. Being beaten six times is enough for me, thanks."

Draco pouted. "But I still want to play." He said, sounding for all the world like a petulant child. It really was adorable, and for a moment Harry was tempted to give in, but then he looked at the table, or rather, his chess pieces on the table, which were all shaking their heads in an emphatic 'no'.

Grinning, Harry turned to Draco and said, "Sorry, no can do. I don't feel like adding another defeat to my long, long list. Besides, I'm tired. What time do you think it is anyway?"

Draco shrugged, then yawned. "Damn you Po-Harry." He mumbled. "Damn you and the power of suggestion." He gave another yawn, then stood, stretching as he did so. Harry took a nice look at him when he did, and had to admire that Quidditch toned body. Yum.

He looked away hurriedly, before Draco could catch him staring, and said, "There'll be nightclothes and a toothbrush in the bathroom for you, Draco." Draco whirled around, and sure enough, there was the bathroom.

"You know, before we leave here I'm going to have to find out just how you do that," he informed Harry, before strutting into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Amused, Harry got into his own pajamas, which was a simple pair of drawstring pants and a white T-shirt. With this done, Harry crawled into the huge bed, wondering just how long it would take Draco to get himself ready for bed. From what he knew of the blonde, it would be quite awhile. Harry closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax, and fell into a deep sleep.

He was awoken some time later by a rather annoying voice screeching, "No way, Potter!" Harry opened bleary eyes and looked up at a newly showered, very irate Draco Malfoy.

"No what, Draco?" he asked sleepily, wishing that Draco would just shut up already and let him go back to sleep.

However, Draco was having none of it. He glared down at Harry and snapped, "There is no way that I am sleeping in the same bed as you, Potter." Harry glared right back, thinking; he woke me up for this?

"You woke me up to tell me that?" he demanded angrily. "I don't give a flying fuck where you sleep, so long as you don't wake me up for stupid reasons again."

Harry turned around, fully prepared to go back to sleep, when Draco demanded, "Give me a bed." Harry flipped back over and stared at Draco incredulously. Did he really think that he could just be a git to Harry, and then Harry would produce a bed for him? Screw that. Suddenly, Harry knew that the time for his revenge had come. He wouldn't be giving Draco a bed. No way. If the Slytherin wanted a bed, then he could bloody well share Harry's.

Draco, it seemed, was not fond of this idea. He stared at Harry in stunned surprise, before screeching so loudly that Harry was sure the whole castle could hear, "WHAT PART OF I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AS YOU DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND???" in an instant Harry had clapped a hand over Draco's mouth.

"Shut up", he hissed. "Do you really want anyone to find us here?" Draco didn't reply, and Harry asked, "Now, if I take my hand away, will you speak in a normal tone?" Draco glared mutinously, but gave a sullen nod. Harry took his hand from Draco's mouth, and the other boy went into a full-scale rant, complete with pacing and gesturing.

"Look, Potter, you may have wrung this truce out of me, but there is no way in all seven hells that you will get me into that bed with you. You must think that I'm crazy. Who knows what could happen if I get in there...you've already proven that you have very little control when it comes to me, and while that is flattering in a very disturbing way, I really don't fancy myself getting raped while I sleep, alright? So be a good boy and--" What Draco had intended to finish off his little speech was never said, as he now had a very pissed off Harry Potter's hand around his throat.

Harry wasn't even going to pretend that he didn't have a short temper, but he had tried to keep it under wraps. Really he did. But when Draco made that rape comment all of Harry's self-control couldn't have kept him from retaliating. Quick as a flash he was out of bed and in front of the Slytherin, hand to his throat and an evil gleam in his eyes. And he wasn't going to pretend that he didn't get some satisfaction from the frightened look in Draco's eyes, either. Harry leaned towards the other boy and whispered, "What did you say?" Draco gulped, but didn't reply, which was perfectly okay, 'cause Harry wasn't finished. "I'm only going to tell you this one more time," he told the frightened blonde, still in that deadly soft whisper. "I. Don't. Do. Rape. Rapists are nothing but disgusting filth that isn't even good enough to lick my shoes, and I would never lower myself to that. Is that clear to you, Malfoy?" Draco nodded with a small shudder, and Harry released him and stepped back. "Good," he said, this time in his normal voice, "I'm glad we understand each other. Now, you have two choices as I see it. You can either sleep on the bed--which is large enough to fit both you and me with no trouble, or you can sleep on the floor. It's your call." With this said, Harry crawled back into the bed and closed his eyes.

After a few moments he heard rustling sounds coming from the floor, and knew that Draco had chosen to sleep there. Giving an inward sigh, Harry turned on his side and tried to sleep, feeling slightly disappointed that Draco didn't believe he wouldn't try anything. Getting to sleep was a problem, though. Harry was now almost fully awake, and he kept wondering why Draco thought that he would try anything against the blonde's will. Hadn't he kept his hands (among other things) to himself since that first kiss? Hadn't he let Draco get away with humiliating him with both his physical attraction and playing Wizard's Chess? Hell, he'd even kept his staring to a minimum so as not to discomfort the blonde. Harry kept going over the day in his mind, but he couldn't come up with any reason that Draco would think such a thing. Needless to say it kept him from sleep. It didn't help that every few seconds or so, Draco would shift and mutter a curse under his breath. After about ten minutes of this Harry said, "Draco, why don't you just get on the bed already? You're obviously uncomfortable down there, and the bed's big enough so that we don't have to touch each other. Trust me, Ron and I do it all the time when I'm at the Burrow."

"Now that's an image I really didn't need in my head," Draco replied dryly, but he climbed up on the bed. Harry refrained from smirking by sheer force of will, forcing himself to say only, "Goodnight Draco."

Draco was obviously very tired, for instead of baiting Harry he simply muttered, "'Night," and fell asleep. But once again Harry was not sleepy, so he just lay in the bed, listening to Draco's breathing and thinking random thoughts...such as just how badly Hermione and Ron had freaked when they hadn't been able to find him after their studying. Harry wasn't really worried. He'd left them a note telling them that he would be busy all weekend but really, he was okay, and not to panic. He doubted they would take that last piece of advice, and it was rather amusing to think of the both of them freaking out over him. Harry smirked and was just about to add dialogue to his amusing little fantasy in which Hermione ran to the library for answers and Ron thought up crazy conspiracy theories which involved a banana and a toothbrush, when he was interrupted by a loud snore. Even more amused, Harry looked over at Draco, who was sleeping with his mouth open, snoring, and drooling to boot. Well, Harry thought bemusedly, the great Draco Malfoy really is human. Interesting. Still, Harry supposed in all fairness that he should probably get Draco to stop snoring somehow, or at least wake him so that Harry himself could try to get to sleep.

With this in mind, Harry gave Draco a small nudge, but only succeeded in making the blonde snore even louder. Harry gave a groan of pure frustration and nudged Draco a little harder. Draco muttered something unintelligible before turning towards Harry and wrapping his arms around him, stunning the Gryffindor so much that he just lay there for a few moments. Eventually, though, something like rational thought returned to Harry, and he tried to roll away, only to find Draco's arms tightening around him. "Well, well, well," Harry murmured softly, "I never would have guessed you were a cuddler, Draco." His soft words seemed to rouse the Slytherin, and as he opened sleepy grey eyes Harry braced himself for the explosion. Instead, Draco closed his eyes again and buried his face in Harry's neck, and Harry gave up on trying to get out of the situation. Tomorrow there would be a confrontation, but for right now Harry was quite content to just be held, and to let the sound of Draco's breathing put him to sleep.