Just a Poker Face

The Flop

Harry found that his feet just did not want to take him where he intended to go. He didn’t really blame him for it, considering that he agreed with them entirely, but he knew that he didn’t have a choice in the matter. After that whole display in the Great Hall, he would have to face his friends eventually, not to mention the rest of the school.

He stood for a good five minutes, hesitant in front of the portrait hole before the Fat Lady simply yelled at him until he gave her the password just to stop her scolding him.

He stepped gingerly through the entrance, adjusting his shirt as much as possible, knowing that there was likely a small crowd of people waiting to get some kind of explanation from him as to what had happened earlier.

He just wasn’t sure he was ready to give them that explanation.

As he emerged into the common room, he realized that there was more than a small crowd of people waiting. He was sure, absolutely positive, that there were not this many Gryffindor students in the entire house, but perhaps appearances can be deceiving.

He stopped dead, staring at a crowd of what looked like several hundred people. All eyes were on him and each face had an expression as indecipherable as the next. He let his eyes rove from one side of the room to the other until his gaze rested on the utterly confused and somewhat angry looking faces of his two best friends.

“Good evening,” he said simply, knowing that his cheek would get him nowhere.

“Harry James Potter, you had BETTER have a better explanation than THAT for that DISPLAY in the Great Hall!!” Hermione’s voice resonated painfully throughout the tower and many of the other students there even flinched at the sound of it. Harry, however, did not.

“What exactly would you like me to explain, Hermione?” he asked quietly, trying to stay calm. He did not appreciate being treated as though he needed his friends’ permission to do anything. He loved his friends, but they were not his parents and did not have any authority over him.

“You know bloody well what!” Ron exclaimed, very red and a little horrified. Harry clenched his jaw.

“No, I really don’t,” he snapped. “As I remember it you are both aware of my situation so there should be no explanation needed. I’m doing what I have to.”

“And snogging Malfoy at the Slytherin table in front of the entire school is part of your duties, is it?!” Ron retorted, turning a darker shade of red. Harry gave him a hard look.

“I do as I am told.” His voice was icy and venomous. “You see this?!” he spat, pointing at the collar. “This makes sure that I obey my orders! MAGIC remember?”

“Harry, please,” Hermione pleaded, suddenly very aware of how angry Harry seemed to be. “You have to understand…we are completely in the dark about what actually goes on between you and Malfoy when we aren’t around and you must understand what it looks like…”

“And WHAT does it look like??” Harry growled, balling his fists.

“It looks like you’re a bloody poof!” Ron hollered, getting to his feet.

Harry stared at him absolutely gob-smacked for a long moment before he had the incredible urge to laugh.

“And if I am?” he found himself saying through a dry snicker. The faces of every person in the room suddenly hit a new level of ‘shocked’.

“Blimey, Harry…” Ron muttered, suddenly at a loss for words.

“Oh, Harry…” Hermione whispered, tears in her eyes. “Harry, I know what you are thinking Harry but… but this is…”

“MALFOY is what this is!!” Ron interrupted. “THIS IS DRACO FLIPPING MALFOY and he is NOT worth your time, emotions or tarnishing your reputation over!!”

“My reputation?!” Harry screamed. The furniture began to shake subtly at his rise in temper. “That’s what you care about?! Have you thought that maybe that’s exactly my point?! Everyone is always on about Harry Potter “the Chosen One”, “The Boy Who Lived”, the “Saviour of the Wizarding World”! I’m SICK OF IT! I’ll tell you what you can do with your “tarnished reputation” ALL OF YOU! Shove it up your arses and leave me be!!”

Without another word he pushed his way past the crowd of people and stomped up to his dormitory to go to bed. As he did, he heard someone whisper “this has got to be Malfoy’s doing”.

*****

The next morning Harry woke to an empty dormitory and changed in silence. He was glad he didn’t have to face any of his friends just yet and could only think of seeing Draco down at breakfast. He made his way down to the common room, noticing Ron and Hermione sitting in the corner at a small table, checking their homework over.

Harry ignored their glances at him and made his way out the portrait hole, but as soon as he opened the doorway, he was pushed back into the room.

Draco had been waiting outside the entrance to Gryffindor tower, holding a bag of what seemed like clothes. The blonde Slytherin pushed him feverishly against the wall and kissed him deeply as a greeting.

“It’s about damn time, Potter,” he hissed, nipping at Harry’s lower lip. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

“How was I to know you’d be out there?” Harry whispered back, very aware of the people who were watching their open display, clearly having forgot the events of the previous day. Draco snickered.

“No matter,” he said, ignoring the question.

“What the hell are you doing in here, Malfoy?!” Ron’s angry voice came from about three feet away. Draco pulled away from Harry and rolled his eyes, giving Ron a smug look.

“Not that it’s your business, Weasel,” he sneered, holding up the bag he had. “But I’m here to present my slave with his clothes for the day.”

Harry eyed the bag questioningly but Draco offered no further explanation.

“I don’t think Harry really needs you to dress him, Malfoy,” Hermione spat at him, giving Harry a worried look.

“Well no one asked you, Granger,” the Slytherin answered, handing the bag to Harry. “Go dress then.” He smiled darkly at Harry.

The Gryffindor nodded and took the back, very confused about the whole thing but doing only as he was told. When he got back to his room and pulled out the clothes, he realized that this was not going to be quite as easy as his other tasks so far.

He pulled out above-the-knee white socks with lace around the top along with what appeared to be the skirt from a girl’s uniform and a pair of much more feminine black school shoes. There was nothing else in the bag.

His jaw dropped as he stared at the clothes and wondered if Draco had intended him to wear his own shirt and cloak or for him to go topless, but decided on the former and, mostly through the sting of the collar, he removed his trousers and socks to put on the skirt. As he unfolded the material, however, something silky and emerald green fell onto his bed. When he picked it up he realized that it was a green silk thong.

“Bloody hell,” he whispered, trying to imagine how he was going to wear that, let alone where it comfortably. He felt his face flush with heat and he looked back at the door and quickly tried to shimmy into his assigned garments.

Once he was done dressing, he looked at himself in the mirror, turned a much darker shade of red, and stepped back out onto the stairs that lead to the common room. When he got into the common room he found himself standing before a very smug-looking Draco and a shocked and appalled-looking Ron and Hermione.

He swallowed hard and tried to set his face as he walked up to Draco in his girl’s uniform.

“And I was worried they wouldn’t fit you,” Draco whispered, pulling Harry towards him to kiss him again. Harry almost reluctantly kissed him back. Almost.

“Oh sod it!” Harry heard Ron snap before storming out of the portrait hole. Harry tried to ignore him as he let Draco pull him closer.

“What’s got Weasel so riled up?” Draco whispered, running his hand down Harry’s leg over the skirt material.

“We had a row yesterday over you,” Harry whispered in response, realizing that Hermione had also left.

“Fought hard for me, did you?” Draco snickered as his hands continued to roam over Harry’s body.

“Oh no, quite the contrary,” Harry replied sarcastically. “Ron argued that you are a fine upstanding gentleman while I claimed you were a heartless bastard.”

“You prat,” Draco muttered with a sneer. He kissed Harry once more before leading him towards the portrait hole.

“Am I really to stay like this all day?” the Gryffindor asked, mildly uncomfortable.

“Yes,” he answered simply. “You did say that you were prepared for anything I could dish out, no?”

“Yes, well this isn’t what I had in mind,” Harry retorted, looking away.

“You thinking about disobeying?” Draco mocked. Harry frowned.

“No, it’s just I look like a bloody fool,” he explained, placing his hands on his hips.

“You look bloody sexy,” Draco corrected, eyeing him up and down. Harry flushed red again. “Come on. We’ll be late for Potions.”

And Draco led him out of Gryffindor tower and into the rest of the school.

The hallways passed in a blur to Harry as they headed towards the dungeons for Potions. Draco had, amidst the running, explained to Harry exactly what he must outline to the teacher if and when (inevitably) they question his garb. He had to explain that he had willingly agreed to a binding for the period of one day during which he had agreed to dress in this manner in the event he lost the game. He lost. This is what he had to do.

Draco had told him to be sure to claim it was only one day. Harry didn’t understand why but didn’t care much. He figured it was because the teachers would not stand for him having to dress this way all week and he was silently very thankful that he did not have Transfiguration today.

Draco let go of Harry, giving him a coy look and waggling his eyebrows before stepping into the dungeon classroom. Harry shifted uncomfortably in the skirt and finally took a step forward. He was a Gryffindor. He could do this. It was nothing. All he needed was to ignore the looks and comments and pretend that it didn’t faze him at all. And, naturally, hex the fucking balls off of anyone who rubbed him the wrong way.

He stepped over the threshold and an outcry of laughter met his ears. There were catcalls and whistles coming from the direction of the Slytherins whereas the Gryffindors were staring dumbstruck and ashen faced at him. He paid no mind to them as he walked toward Draco who was eating him alive with a look.

“You are late, Mr. Pot – ” but Snape could not manage to finish his drawling sentence once his eyes had fallen on Harry and his interpretation of the uniform. There was a ripple of laughter that spread over the class. “Mr. Potter!” Snape exclaimed suddenly, speaking over the other students’ voices in the angriest tone Harry had ever heard from him. “Explain yourself.”

“I woke up a tad late today, Professor,” he said simply, refusing to answer an ambiguous question. He was not about to describe the detail of Draco’s wager to Snape unless he asked the right question. The entire class sniggered oddly at his cheek. Snape turned an unpleasant shade of puce.

“And so you mistakenly dressed yourself in Miss Granger’s uniform?” Snape sneered, finishing his sentence. Harry gritted his teeth. He could see Draco’s face shifting momentarily from laughter to displeasure and back again. Harry bit back a comment.

“No,” Harry replied. “This is care of your star pupil, Draco Malfoy.” His answer was cool and challenging. Snape’s attention snapped briefly to Draco before turning his wrath back on Harry.

“Since when have you bent yourself to Mr. Malfoy’s will, Potter?” he asked with a snarl.

“Since I lost a bet to him and became his slave for a day. I magically agreed to wear this getup,” he answered simply, allowing perhaps too much of the acid in his voice to reach Snape. “It’s a magically bound contract, I’m afraid. I’ve already tried to break it. Won’t work.”

Snape grimaced deeply, emphasizing the otherwise only slightly pronounced creases in his face. He flared his nostrils and stood up straighter.

“Very well, Mr. Potter,” he replied in the same drawl as usual. “Fifty points from Gryffindor for you inability to refrain from making bets you clearly could not win.”

Harry fought the urge to full out attack Snape right then and there. Instead he turned and sat back down next to Draco, who immediately pulled him closer. Harry relaxed a bit, despite himself. He glared back up at the blond who was smirking.

“You bloody git,” he snapped in an undertone. “Lost me fifty house points for this!”

“It’ll be well worth it, Potter,” he hissed into Harry’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “I promise you.”

Draco’s hand then slid down Harry’s side to caress his inner-thigh from under the skirt material. Harry grudgingly felt himself grow excited and tried hard to arrange his legs so as not to advertise it to the world.

“Psst, Draco!” a boy’s voice came from behind Harry. Draco whispered an order of “pay attention to Snape” to Harry before turning around to speak with his friend.

The collar shot tiny shocks down his neck as he strained against the order but finally gave in and listened only to Snape.

Before Harry knew it, the class was over and he found himself getting to his feet and leaving to go with Ron and Hermione when he realized that they had already headed off and Draco’s hand squeezed his shoulder. He watched his friends leave and felt a lingering disappointment. It was not that he could not go with them, but rather that they could not accept him and what was working for him.

“Wait here a minute, yeah?” Draco whispered to Harry as Snape called the blond over. Harry nodded, thankful that it was a question and not an order. He stood near the door as he saw Snape apparently scolding his star pupil. Draco, meanwhile, seemed increasingly bored as he nodded along.

Then, Draco reached out and plucked something from Snape’s desk so quickly that Harry was not sure he had even seen it properly. Snape did not seem to have noticed at all, at any rate.

Draco walked back over to Harry afterwards and ran his tongue over Harry’s lips.

“Meet me after classes in front of the Slytherin common room,” he whispered, their lips hardly a millimetre apart. “Bring your invisibility cloak.”

Harry nodded and they both walked off in opposite directions.

Aside from the constant looks he was getting and the scolding lectures from professor after professor about his reckless gambling, the day passed smoothly until dinner, when he left for the Slytherin common room as he had been told.

Waiting quietly in the shadows for his master to arrive, Harry shifted uncomfortably in the skirt. He had had a lot of trouble throughout the day in doing things that otherwise required little effort. Like sitting, for example. It had become unnaturally hard for him to sit comfortably and not feel as though he was exposing himself to the whole class.

“Don’t worry you won’t have to wear it for much longer,” Draco’s voice snickered from just beyond Harry’s vision. He stepped up and pressed the Gryffindor’s body to his own, running his tongue along the edge of Harry’s jaw.

“Finally,” he whispered, angling his neck to allow Draco to move with more ease. He brought up his hands to feel as much of Draco as he could. His hands roved over the lean muscles of the blond’s back as he felt himself pressed against the wall opposite the entrance to the common room.

Harry felt himself getting hard for the second time that day and hoped that he would have some release this time. Draco, however, seemed to have different plans in store for them and pulled away far too quickly. Harry looked up wantonly before he realized he looked as though he was begging.

A slave he may be for a week, but he was not about to beg.

“Have you got the cloak?” Draco asked eagerly. Harry pulled it out.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “What’s this for?”

Draco gave him a mischievous smirk before shaking his head.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied with no further explanation. He took the cloak for Harry and wrapped it around the both of them, then took Harry’s hand and began to lead him away from the common room.

Harry did not have a moment to actually ask a question, remembering that being invisible suggested they should also be inaudible. Draco led him at lightning speed (which proved rather difficult in a skirt with a rather prominent erection) outside of the castle and down onto the grounds.

Before he knew it, they were next to the Black Lake, around the edge students rarely ventured. The trees near this part of the lake were more dense and it was at the very edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Draco came to a stop and looked back around, carefully studying the region to make sure no other students were nearby. Once he had assured himself that they were indeed alone, he whipped off the cloak and hung it on one of the lower branches of the tree. Then he removed his own outer robes and sat down on the grass with a smug look.

“Draco, what are we doing here?” Harry asked rather foolishly. He knew exactly what they were going to do here, but he rather wished it was not so open and… outside.

“I want you to strip for me Potter,” he growled, licking his lips and eyeing Harry’s legs. “Don’t worry, no one will see us here.”

The sky was already darkening as the sun met the horizon and Harry glanced nervously back up to the castle. It had not been an order but he felt no real need to disobey. He smiled and removed his outer robes as well, standing in front of his master wearing nothing but the skirt and uniform shirt.

“Don’t just shed your clothes,” Draco told him coyly. “Make me want you.”

Harry attempted a frown that looked more like a pout and slowly ran his hands down each of his legs, unrolling the long socks and tossing them aside.

“You don’t want me now, you mean?” he asked. He never thought he would say something like that in his life, he was sure. He perished the thought and continued to move forward.

Draco did not reply. His eyes were glued to Harry and the Gryffindor felt the slow burn of the intense silver orbs cutting away at the clothes to access the flesh underneath. He did not want to disappoint.

Harry dragged his own hand up his front, pulling the hem of the dress shirt up with him to reveal his toned and flat stomach. Draco’s breath became slightly more ragged as he moved. Harry let his finger linger around each of the buttons and popped them one at a time, moving upwards rather than downwards. A grin drew itself on his face as he noticed the way the Slytherin’s eyes followed his hands as they worked, much like a dog follows food with its eyes.

“Do you want me now?” Harry asked in a low voice. He popped the last button but left the shirt on, tie and all.

“No,” Draco forced out hoarsely, clearly lying. Harry chuckled softly and pulled the shirt away from his body, peeling it off himself and leaving only the tie on his torso.

“How about now?” he asked again, the seductiveness in his voice deepening. He felt every motion of Draco’s eyes over his body send more blood flowing to his groin.

“Not yet,” he whispered in reply. Harry tugged slowly at the tie, his eyes closed, letting the silk material fall away from him onto the grassy ground.

“And now?” he asked once more, barely whispering.

“Oh, god yes,” Draco finally conceded, getting to his knees and pressed his lips to Harry’s abdomen.

The Slytherin’s soft hands slid up the sides of Harry’s legs and underneath the woollen material of the skirt, caressing his thighs. Draco pulled him closer and let his tongue lave the smooth skin of Harry’s stomach while his hands forcefully arched the Gryffindor’s hips into Draco’s chest.

“Ah,” Harry hissed softly, letting his hands roam down to Draco’s back. The blond was lapping at his navel now and his hands were doing marvellous things to Harry’s thighs. Draco tugged at the inside hem of the skirt and managed to pull it off of him in a smooth motion, leaving Harry standing in only the green silk thong.

He pulled back for a moment and smiled darkly as his eyes took in the full sight.

“Mm now that was worth a scolding from Snape,” he snickered, licking his lips. Harry opened his mouth to speak but found that he couldn’t when he felt Draco’s mouth press against his erection from the other side of the silk undergarments.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Draco hummed against Harry’s shaft. The vibrations sent waves of shivers over his body.

“Yes, I think so,” his master whispered again. There was an exquisite smile on his pale features as he nipped at the skin surrounding the thong.

“You are wearing too many clothes,” Harry remarked as he noticed Draco’s uniform. He immediately got to his knees as well and began stripping the blond of his clothing. Draco made no sound of protest.

“Eager tonight, are we?” he asked silkily as Harry fumbled with the buckle of the Slytherin’s belt. He ignored the question and tugged the trousers and pants away to reveal every bit of Draco.

He sat back for a moment as well and took in the sight. Draco was gorgeous in the most malevolent way. He was murderously beautiful.

“Maybe this was worth losing fifty points for,” he muttered, running his hands along his… lover’s?... pale body.

“You have no idea,” Draco replied, pulling Harry close again into a passionate kiss. He ran his tongue along the inside of Harry’s lip and sucked, plundering every last drop of ecstasy he could.

Harry pressed himself against Draco’s body and let himself be led to the ground with Draco on top of him. He found his head so close to the water’s edge that the varying water level soaked the tips of his hair.

Draco broke away from the kiss and moved down Harry’s body, allowing his hands free reign first. He pulled down the silk thong and released Harry’s erection with a smile. He gave the Gryffindor a dark look before lapping at the head of the shaft teasingly. He did not finish what he started, however, and much to Harry’s dismay.

“Draco, more,” he moaned, reaching up to pull him back down. Draco shook his head and pulled out a small bottle from somewhere Harry couldn’t see.

“I have to prepare you now,” he hummed, moving close to Harry’s erection once more. It was torturous. He didn’t understand the meaning of the comment but did not protest when he felt his legs being pulled apart to leave more room in between them.

He poured some of the liquid in the bottle onto his hand and began probing at Harry’s entrance. The familiar feeling did not feel as foreign as it did previously and Harry welcomed it. He moaned loudly and bucked his hips, hoping for Draco to push in faster, but the blond simply leaned over and ravaged Harry’s mouth once more.

He pushed his fingers further into Harry, two to start and then soon after a third, attempting to make room for something rather larger. Harry buried his hands in Draco’s hair and sucked on his master’s lower lip as he rocked against his hand.

“You like that, Potter?” Draco growled in his ear, nipping at the lobe and sending Harry into a louder chorus of moans and whimpers.

“Yes,” he answered hoarsely, running his fingers down Draco’s arm to encourage him in further.

“Want something even better?” he asked in a deep whisper. Harry exhaled deeply as the blond scissored his fingers and pressed in further, hitting Harry’s sweet spot.

“Fuck, yes,” he answered desperately. But, contrary to his fantasy, Draco pulled his fingers out and covered his hand with more of the oily liquid. Then he slid Harry’s body until his head was floating on the water. Harry’s eyes snapped open. He did not feel comfortable this way. The edge of the lake on this side did not slope downward like the other side but instead simply dropped into the depths. “Draco…” he whispered.

“Don’t fret,” Draco assured him, pressing their lips together. But the pressure of Draco on Harry forced Harry’s face to submerge slightly and he had to push back against the feeling of water covering most of his face. Draco smiled and let him back up.

“Draco, I can’t breathe underwater,” he said rather redundantly. The Slytherin smirked and produced a strange looking substance in his hand. He did not say a word but shoved it into Harry’s mouth and whispered “Swallow it.”

Obeying the order, Harry swallowed the painfully familiar substance. Moments later he felt his lungs freeze and tense as they sought out the air they could not have. He raised his arms to Draco and the blond simply pushed his head back underwater with a kiss.

Harry inhaled deeply from under the water and relaxed back into the embrace. The feeling of Draco’s tongue against his through the water was unusual but exciting. Draco pulled his head back out of the water for a moment.

Moments later he pushed Harry completely into the lake under himself and their lips crashed together in another strange kiss. They pulled away from one another for a moment, testing the effects of the Gillyweed. Harry looked down at his hands and feet and, much like they had in fourth year, his fingers were webbed and his feet looked more like fins than anything else. He smiled and turned his attention to Draco who looked even more surreal than he did. The water reflected from the moonlight around Draco’s pale skin, giving him an inhuman aura.

“I told you it was worth it,” Draco said through bubbles and echoing words. Harry smirked and moved closer to press their bodies together. He arched his erection back into Draco’s and they both moaned into one another, allowing the water to pass freely through their gills.

Draco, who still had his wand somehow, propelled them downward to the depths. As they went deeper, the darker it got. Harry could hardly notice the all encompassing darkness as his eyes were trained on the strange way the light made Draco glow under water. His blonde hair tumbled around him in waves and Harry briefly imagined this to be his ideal image of a merperson.

Finally they reached an underwater cliff covered in soft flowing reeds. He smirked at Harry and took out his wand. He kissed Harry’s mouth once more before tying his wrists and ankles, using magic and the reeds to keep Harry in place and make sure he did not float back upwards.

“Draco, have you ever – ” Harry began slightly worried about the conditions but the blond just smiled again and with the simple expression washed all of Harry’s doubts away.

He leaned over and ran his tongue over Harry’s nipple, sucking it into his mouth and nipping at the bud. His hand, meanwhile still covered in excess lubricant, went down to his own shaft as he attempted to coat it through the water.

He positioned himself at Harry’s entrance, grasping his hips tightly to steady himself in place and pushed past as carefully as he could. Harry cried out from a mixture of the pain and pleasure. It was not as smooth as it could have been but the uncomfortable feeling quickly dissipated with the long and slow thrusts that Draco was pumping into him.

“Fuck, yes, Draco,” his voice came out garbled through the bubbles but he was sure that his master understood.

The Slytherin’s grip on Harry’s waist was so tight that it was painful but he didn’t care as the strange rocking motion of the water flowing with Draco’s thrusts increased the number of sensations that played across Harry’s skin.

“Harry,” Draco cried, pushing faster and faster. His eyes were closed as he slid in and out. Harry’s forced his eyes open to see the beautiful way that Draco’s back arched into the movement and long to touch his hair as it splayed out around his head like a crown.

“Yes, Draco, harder!” he said, trying to make himself clear, but soon he forgot about words. Draco pushed deeper and faster, hitting his sweet spot again and again. The Slytherin’s hand found it’s way down to Harry’s erection and pumped it in time with the thrusts as he managed to entwine his legs with Harry’s to keep in place.

“Harry, yes!” Draco screamed, pushing at his hardest and forcing rolls of pleasure to take over Harry’s body. He was past the point of no return.

He cried out Draco’s name through the bubbles and came into the water above him. Draco thrust only once more as Harry tightened his muscles around the blond’s erection. He moaned loudly, though Harry wasn’t sure he understood it or not, and exploded into Harry.

Harry was panting into the water, feeling dizzy from the intensely foreign sensations he just experienced. Draco was panting as well and carefully removed himself from Harry. It wasn’t long before Harry realized, however, that he was not panting from their exertions alone, but from the fact that the Gillyweed was wearing off.

He motioned to Draco, who caught on and immediately blasted off the bindings that kept Harry in place. He took the Gryffindor by the arm and propelled them both up towards the surface.

They broke through and into the air, breathing deep and long, to take in the much needed oxygen. Harry slumped against the Slytherin as they pushed themselves over to the shore to lie against the grassy ground.

Harry dropped himself against the grass on his side and looked at the man he desperately wanted to call his lover. He bit his lip and considered his thoughts.

“Draco?” he asked tentatively. The blond ran a hand down Harry’s side, caressing his skin.

“What is it?” he asked with the soft husk of sleep looming on his voice.

“Never mind,” he answered, thinking better of his timing. Draco opened his eyes a crack to reveal a sliver of silver and send shivers down Harry’s spine once more. “What’s in line for tomorrow, master?” he asked to fill the void, a coy tone to his voice.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, pet,” Draco answered bemusedly. He cupped Harry’s cheek for a moment and smiled the real smile that Draco never showed anyone.

Harry smiled too, wishing that he could know the origins of the expression and understand just what was going on in Draco’s mind. But he supposed he had to wait.

And even if it was just a fling… one week of living a fantasy is better then never living one at all… isn’t it?

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A/N: I KNOW I KNOW It’s been FOREVER since I’ve posted this and then I post this INSANE bit with the gillyweed and the LAKE and it was really odd even for me but I liked the idea and went with it. I SWEAR I’m not insane ok?

I also know it’s likely very… unrealistic but let’s just have some fun and play, yeah?

Also I briefly considered using squid ink for lube (I know, even more mad right?) until I realized that it would likely turn Draco’s prick pitch black which would, needless to say, look REALLY BAD on a Malfoy. He would never forgive me. Just thought I should mention it.

I’m insane. It’s ok. You can tell me.

MORE FUN UP SOON. I post this when I need to write smut. I needed to. So I did. Baha.

Reviews? Yes? Love for you!