Distorted Exposure

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AN: Enjoy.

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The only thing worse than falling asleep on something so impoverished as a couch, Draco found, was waking up with a full blown erection, mind flooded with pictures of Harry fucking Potter, breathless and aching for release, on a couch.

Draco hissed in annoyance and threw the covers he found himself entangled in from his sweat soaked body and dragged himself into the bathroom, not caring for what time it was. Truth be told Draco would have preferred to forget the events of the previous day all together and yet his subconscious mind in partnership with his wounded ego would not allow him such peace.

As he drew up a bath in need of some time to relax and plot, his mind began of its own accord to weave plans of revenge. The problem was his mind could hardly focus when with every other beat of his heart Draco caught himself thinking of the feelings Potter had managed to invoke in him the night before.

Draco couldn’t remember feeling anything so intense or conflicting. On one hand he had wanted to tear away from Potter, maybe to deck him one or pull his wand out and curse him to pieces and on the other hand Draco wasn’t able to help but want to press himself closer, to beg for the brunet never to let him go.

The only conclusion that Draco could bear to come to was that it was all wrong. Pleasure had never been an inhibition for him and yet at the hands of Potter he felt as though his whole world ceased to exist and every fiber of his being rearranged to concentrate on the movements of his one time rival. It was all too much to handle and Draco found himself nearly retching at the thought of having something akin to a crush on Potter of all people.

It wasn’t that he was physically revolting, the exact opposite in fact. How could he consider Potter anything other than drop dead sexy, but that was hardly the point. It was the principle of the matter that stated that no matter how the heavenly bodies rearranged themselves no Malfoy would ever find himself infatuated with a Potter. It simply did not happen.

With that in mind Draco threw himself furiously back at the task of finding a way to get back at Potter, all the while lowering himself into the blessed heat of the bath he had drawn. After scrubbing himself over twice with the bar of ‘winter rain’[an oddly appealing aroma] soap that he had found on stock, Draco was beginning to feel just remotely clean and free of the activities of the previous day and found that he could focus on the matter at hand.

Ignoring his erection which slowly faded in the equally slowly cooling water Draco closed his eyes, tipped his head back , dunking his hair in the water to float about his head and pondered. But think as he may the only way Draco could find to feel any sort of justice was to get Potter equally as flustered as he had been the day before. Off course he wouldn’t be so kind as to relieve Potter afterwards but that was just his particularly malicious side filtering through.

And besides, thought Draco it’s Potter, that fool doesn’t deserve any mercy, not after all he’s put me through.

Smiling and starting to feel the chill of the water Draco pulled himself out of the bath, rinsed himself off quickly in the shower and dressed, not really caring as he summoned clothes from his bags [after all he would be forced to change into something new for the shoot anyways] and just glad that everything was at least coordinated.

Brushing his wet hair Draco patiently allowed it to dry to a point where it was no longer dripping wet and shook his head, watching with a smidgen of pride as his hair fell into perfect order about his head. Smirking the patented Malfoy smirk and finding a little confidence in the fact that he still had everything going for him Draco stepped out of the bathroom to find Potter still to be asleep.

Not exactly sure of the time but certain that he couldn’t possibly fall asleep again, Draco walked out of the room intent on finding a way to preoccupy his mind and hating the way it seemed to jump back to Potter when his resolution to keep it from doing so slipped even the slightest bit. Draco sighed as Potter’s not so subtle warning played in echo form in his head. The fool had actually had the nerve to warn Draco to ‘stay out of his way’. Draco scoffed at the thought and ignored the uneasy memory of his own not so confident reaction to the ultimatum [if it could be called that].

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Harry let his eyes flutter open as he heard the door close with a none too considerate thud. He had been awake from the moment his blond roommate had stepped into the bathroom and yet in all that time he could not for the life of him figure out how to treat the blond. Nor could he come up with an indication of Malfoy’s views on him.

The previous night still burned brightly in his memory and Harry was torn between smiling and curling up in self-disgust. Harry settled for being neutral until he could truly decipher Malfoy’s thoughts on the incident. But then that was just it. He had rather hoped he wouldn’t have to face Malfoy after all he had done. For though his Gryffindor bravery had carried him through the night before, now in full possession of his common sense, Harry was sure he had made a mess of any illusion of truce that might have existed between himself and Malfoy on behalf of the photo shoots.

Harry scowled. What else could he have done? It wasn’t right that he had practically forced himself on Malfoy but it wasn’t natural either that everything the blond did both pissed him off and then not so subtly urged him to jump his bones. The best way to avoid such an indecent incident was to be as detached as possible towards Malfoy. Even a heated yelling match aggravated Harry enough to want to simply shut the arrogant blond up by fucking him against the nearest wall and that was a feeling that was undeniably dangerous when he was forced to take tantalizing pictures in said blond’s arms.

Assuring himself that such unnatural urges for his one time enemy would disappear the moment he got to shagging someone thoroughly and attesting the ache that he felt in the mere presence of Malfoy to pent up sexual frustration Harry had taken the opportunity the night before to hopefully put a little space between himself and Malfoy. Or at least that was what he had felt he was doing the night before, now in light of a fresh morning perspective he found that he wasn’t quite certain it had been the right thing to do.

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Draco wandered about the impressively expansive mansion, taking in with a well experienced eye the care and time that had gone into turning the building into something akin to a masterpiece. It took his mind off Potter but only for a while. The moment he got to the main hall, which wasn’t long enough from the moment when he had left the room [he had been cautious in his exploration, not wanting to get lost], Draco saw from the plentiful sources of natural light that it was in fact mid morning.

Just a little put out by the thought of heading out to breakfast and facing Potter as though nothing had happened, Draco trekked to the dining room. He was certain his plan would work but the first part of it involved him doing nothing more than ignoring Potter through the length of breakfast. The real action wouldn’t start until the photo shoots and Draco wasn’t exactly looking forward to the awkward silence of the breakfast table that promised to be the most likely outcome of himself and Potter seated at the same table after everything that had come to pass.

Draco sat himself down at the table and saw that everyone else had already begun to eat. Looking around the table briefly Draco glanced over Potter who was watching him carefully. With a supremely uninterested expression Draco began his breakfast.

Nearly thirty minutes of silence passed until Ren gently cleared her throat to get the table’s attention. It wasn’t hard considering everyone else was dead silent. Draco looked up, feeling just a little bit of excitement at the thought of executing his plan. He silently vowed to teach Potter exactly what messing with Draco Malfoy got you and it was not the first time he had made such a vow that day.

Off course Draco found his resolve oddly stressed by unbidden, unwelcome and undeniably erotic images of Potter that sifted through his mind. But some how Draco still possessed the burning desire to see his plan through even after an excruciatingly uncomfortable thirty minutes of breakfast during which he had been able to feel three pairs of eyes watching him in turn.

The want for vengeance was a powerful motive and as the group rose to relocate to the newest set Draco found that his mind was clear and his purpose firm, and all thoughts of Potter as anything more than his rival were pushed to the back of his mind. He was determined to drive Potter publically insane in the most torturous way possible even if it was the last thing he did.

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AN: So I guess you're all wondering what it is with the insanely short and pointless chapter. Well originally the chapter was much longer. Three times longer in fact. So what happened you ask. I cut it into two chapters. But only because I know I won't be able to write for the rest of this month but I still want to be able to give you guys a chapter. I realize this chapter was pointless but that's because all the good stuff is in the next chapter. I promise. So if you guys are all very good and review I'll get the chapter up as soon as you all like. But remember it depends on how many reviews I get. [I know I'm being evil but I feel like it cause...well just cause].

Anyways you all are wonderful readers. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and sorry for any typoes and such.

- Incessant_Darkness

Edit: fixing some small mistakes I caught.