Of Thwarted Plans

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Ramblings: I am so sorry. I should've been

more clear. This is a three-part story not a one-shot.

After rereading the first chapter, I realized that it really

did look kinda one-shoty. Sorry.

Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed (or just

clicked that little pluses-thingy), you've made me so very

happy! You're making me want to write Draco/Harry ALL

THE TIME!

Please don't be upset after reading this chapter, I

couldn’t resist adding some angst, but I will post the

final part tomorrow, I promise!

I'm tempted to call this chapter: Poor, Poor, Poor Draco.

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***

You would think that Draco stayed to fuck Potter,

wouldn't you? Well, he didn't. He did the only thing that

made sense to him in that moment. He ran. Well, first he

Stunned Potter and then he ran. He needed to

think about this. A lot.

Of course, first he needed a wank. He ducked behind a

suit of armor, unzipped his pants and after a couple of

jerks, he came all over his hand. The suit of armor ran in

horror, and a pretty girl in a portrait nearby, blushed

crimson.

Draco barely noticed any of it.

He dragged himself back to his dormitory, and climbed on

his bed, ignoring Blaise, who was trying hard to get

Draco's attention.

Draco needed to think, and he also needed a plan.

So, Potter had a thing for him. Well, that was hardly

surprising — Draco was a sex god, after all. Certainly, half

of the school was crying out Draco's name when

wanking, Draco smirked.

But still ... Potter?

As far as Draco could remember, Potter always had a girl

on hand. There was that Indian girl in their forth year,

and all those articles about him and the mud ... er ...

Granger, then that Cho-person, and he seemed pretty

close to that weirdo Lonny Ravenclaw, and then of course

there was Weaslette. Not that Draco cared about Potter's

love life or anything. Everyone knew this about Potter.

This just didn't make any sense.

Draco would have to investigate.

 

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So, okay, maybe his methods weren't perfect.

He purposely bumped into Potter the next day, and

received a green-eyed glare and an almost-hex from the

Weasley.

By the way, Potter was a complete girl, because when

Draco pushed him he nearly fell. That might explain the

glare though, so maybe that incident didn't prove

anything.

He thought he should perhaps try to be nice. Therefore,

when Potter dropped his Sopophorous Bean in Potions,

Draco bent down and picked it up, smiling his most

charming smile.

Potter looked terrified.

Well, actually the whole class looked terrified. They were

all staring at him as though Draco suddenly went insane.

Well, there you go. That was what he got for trying to be

nice.

Then the next day while they were going to class,

Potter's bag randomly exploded and all of his books fell

out. Okay, fine, Draco hexed it on purpose, but that was

beside the point. The point was, when Draco helped

Potter to collect his books, and actually fixed his bag,

smiling and making random small talk. Potter looked like

he might just faint from shook.

Well, obviously, Potter was completely and totally in

love, Draco thought amusedly, after Potter ran away as

though there was a herd of Hippogriffs chasing him.

But this playing hard to get thing was getting on Draco's

nerves. Really, it was just ridiculous. Potter wanted him,

Draco wanted Potter ... Well, he did, so what?

Not to date or anything, no, no ... just to fuck. Once. Or,

you know, whenever. And that just didn't classify as

dating, okay?

It was time for drastic measures.

 

***

Draco had a brilliant plan. They had double

Transfiguration tomorrow, which meant that his

dormitory would be empty at that time. All that Draco

had to do was skip that class.

Oh, and kidnap Potter.

That was surprisingly simple.

Right after lunch, Draco told Blaise that he wasn't feeling

very well, and that he would go and lie down. Then he

followed Potter and his little band of groupies. They had

a free period and were probably headed to their Common

Room, and Draco almost gave up, because there was no

way the he could get near Potter with all of Gryffindor in

the way.

But, amazingly, Potter whispered something to the group

and moved away heading further down the corridor.

Completely alone.

Maybe he saw me, Draco thought, and did

that on purpose.

Either way, Draco was taking no chances, and the

moment that the Gryffindors were out of sight he ran

after Potter. Potter had no time to react because Draco

Stunned him immediately.

He came closer to Potter, who was lying down on the

floor, unconscious, and peered into his face carefully.

Face that Draco knew how it looked like when in throes

of passion. Draco shuddered a little, his cock stirring at

the memory of the other night.

Well, now all he had to do was carry Potter into his room.

Unseen.

Draco hoped that Potter had his Invisibility Cloak on him,

but no such luck. He searched thoroughly. He didn't

grope Potter, though — he wasn't some pervert.

Please.

He heard voices in the distance and realized that he

would have to hurry up.

A brilliant idea came to his mind.

"Kreacher?" he asked hopefully, but nothing happened.

"Um ... Kreacher, Harry Potter needs you?"

With a crack, an ugly old house-elf appeared in front of

him.

"Young Master Malfoy, how can ... Oh!" Kreacher

squealed after seeing Potter on the floor.

Draco hurried to soothe him. "Kreacher, it's fine. I can

help him. We just need to get him to my room. Could you

Apparate us?"

"Master Potter should go to the Hospital Wing!" Kreacher

declared forcefully.

"Kreacher, I order you to Apparate us into my room!"

Draco said with equal force. Kreacher looked indecisive,

so Draco added, "That's Pot ... Harry's wish. Come on

Kreacher. You can trust me," Draco said with the most

earnest expression he could muster.

Kreacher relaxed and gave him a fond look. "Of course,

young Master Malfoy!" he declared, grabbing both Potter

and Draco and Disapparating with them.

And that was that. For once Draco's plan worked.

 

***

This was the best plan ever, Draco thought as he

stared at Harry Potter, bound and gagged, sitting on a

chair in Draco's room. He was still unconscious, and Draco

had a fun time imagining what Potter's reaction would be

once he woke up.

Draco checked his watch — he still had well over an hour

before his dorm mates came back. Plenty of time to fuck

Potter properly.

Potter groaned, and Draco perked up, waiting for Potter

to open his eyes.

Dark lashes fluttered, and suddenly green eyes opened

wide, looking around in horror. Potter wriggled and tried

desperately to free himself, but he was bound quite

tightly. Draco smirked, although he was a little surprised

when Potter looked directly at him with obvious fear.

That was a bit unsettling. Draco didn't want Potter to

look at him like that. That was all wrong.

"Calm down, will you?" Draco said impatiently.

Potter stilled at the sound of Draco's voice, and stared at

him, wide-eyed.

"Mrph?" Potter said something that was clearly meant as

a question. It might have meant, 'Malfoy?'

Draco smirked at him. "Oh, I know something about you

Potter," he said, coming closer and leaning in so that

their foreheads were nearly touching. Potter's eyes were

impossibly wide. "I know what you think about when

you're having a wank." Draco smiled and unable to resist

he lowered his lips and cheekily kissed the tip of Potter's

nose.

Potter went so still, he might as well been dead.

He blinked several times and said, "Hm?"

"I saw you," Draco murmured, his voice turning low. He

could feel his arousal building steadily. Potter's proximity

was doing this to him. The bastard smelled so nice. "I

saw what you were doing in the Room of Requirement

the other day." Potter cocked his head, and Draco

continued, "I heard you crying out my name when you

came," Draco said proudly, and really, if Potter would

bulge his eyes any further, they would fall out.

Potter started to shake his head frantically and

murmuring nonsense words.

"Hey, calm down," Draco tried to soothe him. "It's okay. I

don't mind. On the contrary. That was amazing, Potter."

Draco swallowed. Why the hell did he confessed that?

But at least Potter stilled, though he was still clearly in

shock.

To demonstrate to Potter that he meant what he said,

Draco bent his head a little, and kissed Potter's temple

gently. He was just gentle because Potter was being such

a girl, not because Draco wanted to be gentle with

Potter. As if. He just wanted to fuck him, remember?

Gentleness was a necessity at this point. Potter was

clearly in denial.

Potter made the oddest sound, and froze as Draco trailed

his lips slowly over Potter's cheek, and then bending

even lower, he peppered small kisses along Potter's jaw,

moving to lick Potter's Adam's apple, that jumped under

his tongue as Potter swallowed heavily. "You just,"

Draco managed breathlessly, "taste so good."

Potter made a funny gurgling noise.

Draco placed a hand on Potter's head, angling him so

he could move his lips between Potter's hairline and his

ear, biting and sucking the soft, soft skin there.

Potter shuddered.

It was extremely difficult for Draco to separate himself

from the warm, tasty skin of Potter's neck, but he

managed to move his lips to Potter's cheek, only after he

thoroughly sucked on Potter's earlobe, which earned him

some truly odd sounds from Potter. "Merlin, Potter,"

Draco murmured, "I want to fuck you so much." Potter

gasped and choked. "Shh, don't worry, I'll be so careful

with you, you'll love it, I promise. I wanted you

so much for so long," Draco said softly,

not really aware what he was saying.

Draco's hands were buried in Potter's messy locks,

caressing the soft strands tenderly, and Draco murmured

next to Potter's ear, his lips barely separating form the

warm skin, "Would you like me to take off the gag and

kiss you?"

Potter shuddered again, but made no response. The gag

in Potter's mouth didn't obscure his full lips, and Draco,

stuck out his tongue and licked Potter's lower lip, loving

the silky softness of it. Potter drew a sharp breath. "Do

you want me to kiss you, Harry?" Draco asked,

enjoying the feel of Harry's name on his tongue, but

Potter made no sound at all. Annoyed, Draco pulled away

reluctantly and peered into Potter's still incredibly

shocked face. Shaking his head in disbelief, Draco

reached for the gag, intending to untie it, but quite

unexpectedly, the door of the room flew open.

Draco straightened hastily, looking at Blaise Zabini in

shock.

But Draco's shock was nothing compared to Blaise's

expression. "I came to see if you were all right," Blaise

said weakly, staring at the bound and tied-up Potter in

disbelief.

"I'm fine," Draco said quickly. "Go away!"

"Er ... what are you doing? Trying to get yourself

expelled? The war is over, Draco. This is pointless. And

you were on the winning side!" Blaise raged.

Draco waved him off. "You're getting this whole thing

wrong. I don't want to hurt Potter."

Potter looked at Draco, looking very surprised by that

statement.

Blaise blinked. "And how is this not hurting Potter?"

"Well, he wants this too!" Draco exclaimed, but Potter

shook his head quickly.

"Er ... Draco, I don't think ..."

"Yes, please, don't think, just leave. Potter is just a bit

overwhelmed," Draco said convincingly, but Potter shook

his head again.

"Um ... " Blaise looked a bit scared now. "Draco," he said

slowly as though Draco was mental, "why would you

think that Potter wants this? And what is this

exactly?"

Draco sighed. Apparently, he just wouldn't be rid of

Blaise if he didn't explain. Though this would be

embarrassing, Draco saw no alternative. "The other day I

saw Potter jerking off and yelling out my name at the

same time."

Potter, the bastard, shook his head frantically.

"Stop shaking you head!" Draco snapped. "What's your

problem? I saw you. I heard you! Do you want to see the

memory?" Draco pointed the wand at his head.

Potter shook his head, staring at Draco, perplexed.

Blaise cleared his throat. "Er ... and where did you see

it?"

"What?" Draco asked, bewildered. "What does it

matter?" But Blaise kept staring at him, and Draco

relented. "The Room of Requirement."

Potter never even stopped shaking his head.

Blaise closed his eyes and gave Draco a pitying look. "You

idiot. Did you think about Potter when you went

there? Did you go there to have a wank?"

"What? No!" Draco said, scandalized, but something

horrible was clawing on his insides. Potter's shaking head

was suddenly painful to watch, and Draco couldn’t

breathe. "Maybe," he managed to say slowly. He was

starting to feel dizzy.

"You idiot!" Blaise raged. "It's the Room of Requirement!

It gave you what you wanted! It gives you

whatever you want! Draco, it wasn't real. It

wasn't Potter, look at him!"

Draco was going to faint. He was sure about that. This

just couldn't be happening. Draco didn't just ... Oh

Merlin!

Draco dragged his gaze to Potter's bewildered eyes.

Oh, Merlin! Potter didn't even ...

And Draco just confessed ...

"I'll Obliviate him," Draco said dazedly, and already lifted

his wand. Potter began to trash wildly.

"NO!" Blaise yelled. "Are you completely insane? You

never did a Memory Charm. You will mess up his brain!

Somebody will find out and then you will go to Azkaban."

"Blaise, I ... kidnapped Harry Potter! I'm already going to

Azkaban!" Draco said, panicking.

"Look, just talk to him or something. If you mess up his

brain, you can say goodbye to your life. Maybe he'll,"

Blaise looked at the glaring Potter, "forgive you."

Draco was desperately trying to breathe. "Forgive

me?"

"Yeah, just apologize," Blaise said, moving towards the

door.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked quickly.

Blaise snorted. "To get an alibi. I'm not a part of this," he

said and walked out, slamming the door.

Leaving Draco alone ... with Potter.

This was ... bad.

Embarrassing.

Pathetic.

Dangerous.

Draco looked at Potter carefully. Potter's glare promised

vengeance. Maybe Draco should apologize. He gulped

and summoned all of his courage. It was time for

honesty.

Potter's green gaze burned like fire.

"I'm sorry," Draco said heavily. Potter remained

unmoved.

Draco sighed dejectedly. "Fine, okay. I was wrong. I

made a mistake. This is just a misunderstanding!"

Potter's eyes narrowed and he glared.

Damn, damn, damn. Draco rubbed his eyes. "I ... I went

to the Room of Requirement, and you were there, and

you were naked and you were wanking and screaming

my name and ..." Draco's voice hitched. "I didn't know

the room could do that. It looked so ... real." Just a

little too perfect, Draco thought miserably. "I

thought you wanted me ..." he said quietly, wretchedly.

"Like I want you," he finished, sniffing. Merlin, this was

pathetic. "I was wrong, and I'm sorry. I would never ...

do this if I didn't think you ... I'm sorry."

Draco looked at Potter cautiously. The bastard was still

glaring. Damn it, that was a good apology! And an honest

one. What more did Potter want?

Oh.

Maybe he wanted to be untied. Right. That sounded very

... hazardous. But what choice did Draco have?

He gulped and took out his wand, pointing it at Potter.

Potter's eyes widened and he looked truly afraid, almost

pleading.

"Relashio," Draco murmured and quickly shut his

eyes.

Potter still had a wand, Draco never took it from him, and

now he would, of course, curse Draco into jelly. Not that

Draco minded that much. This moment was without a

doubt the most embarrassing in his entire life, so really,

nothing could be worse. But Potter would probably do

something nasty, like maybe slash him open with that

horrible Sectumsempra curse, and Draco just wished he

would hurry up.

Blood was pounding in Draco's ears as he waited, and

waited, and ...

Not able to take the suspense anymore, he opened his

eyes.

Potter was gone.

 

TBC

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WAIT! Put down those rotten tomatoes! We still don't

know Harry's reaction. There is yet hope! Final part will

be up tomorrow night. (I'm really pretty sure that I'll

manage.)

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