C'est La Vie: Hogwarts

Chapter Thirty Five

(The Best Laid Plan)

It was time for action, especially after he carefully planned everything for weeks.

Of course, he not planning to fail because failure is for weaklings and Draco Malfoy will not subject himself to such cruel treatment. However, he did have to eliminate some obstacles.

He lied to Longbottom in order to get out of tutoring. Personally, Neville really didn’t care what the blond does anymore. He had his own life to worry about. Draco got out of that one pretty easy, much to his dislike.
With Granger, he bribed her with money and anything else she wanted to keep her mouth shut and not tell Potter about what’s going to happen. Too bad he didn’t know that she was in on the plan already, but happily requested a study partner for NEWTs, which he stubbornly agreed.

And now, behind a huge tower of amps, he hid from the world, only to have Blaise mess everything up. Clearly, he should have asked Pansy to be the distraction.

A few feet away from the music room, Blaise stood there chatting away with the professor, laughing about god knows what. However, from what he could see her back was away from the door, so he could easily rush into the music room undetected.

Maybe Blaise wasn’t completely useless then.

However, what he failed to realize that the person he wanted to destroy passionately stood right behind him. Green eyes slowly raked over the lean body he wanted to have pressed underneath him with slight amusement and arousal.
It was time to put all his painful training to good use. Desdemona made sure to drill everything there is to know about the art of seduction.

That meant only one thing for him…Draco Malfoy sexy ass will belong to him. Now…time to capture his prey and play a little game. He carefully pushed himself off the wall, making sure to keep his breathing steady and low. With his wand in a reachable place, he stalked towards his prey with determination to finally get what he wants from the blond. Concentrating on the lessons Desdemona took her precious time teaching him, he could hear the woman drilling him the rules of seduction.

Rule number one, in order to get what you want, you have to capture it. Regardless the method, just makes sure he cannot escape. Harry decided to go with the element of surprise, sneak up on him while his attention is elsewhere and grab him. Standing behind the blond, he grinned evilly extending his arms, fingers wiggling with excitement as they crept closer.

Holding his breath, he did a quick snatch and silence by covering the blonde’s mouth with one hand and grasping his waist with the other. Yanking his prey further away from the amp, he held onto the startled boy tightly until he got them to a nice little corner surrounded by more speakers and other stuff.

Seriously, he would have to thank Desdemona for her quick thinking and talent at stacking heavy band equipment up.
Draco on the other hand didn’t know what happened and felt tear for the first time in such a long time. Struggling against his restraints, he tried to think of whatever nonverbal spell he could use, but realized it would be pointless. When he felt the shift and his back came in contact with the wall, he saw who scared him shitless. There stood before him Harry Potter with a smug smirk on his face, eyeing the blond with amusing eyes. Pissed off, he suddenly realized that his plan failed. Here he was thinking the boy was in the room when all this time Potter stood behind him.
Draco reached for his wand and Harry saw this.

Rule number two, don’t let your prey have the upper hand in this kind of situation, Desdemona told him. He had his wand drawn faster than his enemy and the tip pressed nicely against his throat. “Don’t even think about it Malfoy.” He threatened, pushing further against the pale flesh. He wouldn’t hesitate to hex him.

Angry, at himself, but not stupid to set the other off he drew his hand away from his pocket and glared. Satisfied that the blond wasn’t suicidal, he eased up on the pressure, but not completely. He needed to show that he had control over the entire situation. If he showed weakness, then the plan will be pointless. With another smirk, he decided to toy with his prey, just like Desdemona instructed.

Rule number three, push his buttons. If he remain cool and composed, it means he’s plotting something, thus be caution of all sudden movement and gestures. If he’s quick to anger and retort, that means he fears the possible, leave him guessing whatever motive you have.

“Now, isn’t that better, Malfoy? No one will have to get hurt and we can actually talk like civilized people.” He taunted, mocking the fact that he ruled the board, leaving the blond completely vulnerable and open.

Draco only glared, not ready to waste any words until he felt it was the right time to curse the green eyed teen. Right now, he needed to fix his plan. It left open too many worst cast scenarios he should have looked at before acting.
Besides, once he escaped out of this, he will make Potter wish he never crossed him again.

Harry, used to the cold frigid glare of the other, he removed his wand completely, changing the playing field a little.

Returning his wand back to his pocket, he looked at the blond once again, smile gone and his focus serious. Draco who looked back at him didn’t know what to think now that his throat was freed. So seeing how it was time for words, he picked them carefully. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Potter.” He hissed angrily, rubbing the sore spot on his throat.
Harry chuckled, crossing his arms at that empty threat. He made sure to flex his muscles which could be seen through the tight white shirt he wore. “Right, how many times have you said that and haven’t done it yet?” He knew he was mocking the boy again, but he felt that it was necessary to make the blond lose control.

Gray eyes harden again, this time filled with hatred and promises to fulfill all the other empty threats he used throughout the years. “Don’t tempt me…”

He grinned and took a step closer, thus rule number four states to size up the prey. Even the bigger ones cower and Draco took a step back when he got within the personal boundaries. “You look at me like it’s my fault your plan screwed up. You should have made sure that I was going to actually have practice today.” He revealed that he knew everything and Draco eyes widen.

Knowing someone spilled the beans to him, he recovered quickly with a deep chuckle to show the boy he hasn’t roused him. “Fuck you, I didn’t screw up. I got you where I need you, regardless if it’s out in the opening.” This time he drew his wand out and aimed it directly at his enemy.

Harry smirked, lips curled at the ends. Rule number five, turned the tables around. Reverse psychology; make him think he has the upper hand now. Play the victim, not the one who committed the act. Harry raised his hands, taking on a look of boredom. “Go ahead, hex me. I’m sure that’s what you wanted to do to begin with.”

Tighten his hand around the hilt, he moved the wand higher, marking the chest as his target instead of the abdomen. “Don’t underestimate me, I’m not stupid. You want me to hit you with a curse so that I can get into trouble.”

He had to resist rolling his eyes, really the blond can be really stupid for someone so hot. He’s lucky Harry have a thing for stupid guys. Lowering his hands, he placed them behind his back. The bored expression turned serious as he poked out his chest, daring the blond to do what he deemed as necessary. If seeing him on the floor bleeding turns him on, by all means Harry will become a masochistic bastard. “I’m not, I want you to hit me with the curse. You like it when I’m hurt, the bruises and blood that spews from my body arouses you. You live to bring me pain.” He replied, dropping the timbre of his voice into a rich low baritone, the same he used when he sung on stage that day. Harry noticed the lust filled gaze Draco stared at him with and he wanted to see it again, even if the situation is dangerous.

Flexing his fingers, he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. Trying to keep his composure, he couldn’t help but shiver at the tone. “I know what you are trying to do.” He snapped angrily.

Harry raised a slender black brow in question to what the blond is talking about. “What am I trying to do?” He asked huskily, keeping his voice leveled and deep.

“Seduction won’t work, Potter. I know the tricks of the trade. You cannot outdo a pro.”

Sighing deeply, Harry shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I failed then, seeing how I cannot win you over with my charm.”

The final rule, number six…regain control, take control, and have them wanting more. He took another step forward until he stood close enough to the blond and his wand. With the tip pressed against his chest, he didn’t move it out the way. All he did was stare into those gray eyes he admired so much and the gray orbs did the same.

Green met gray, both expression within them the same. Draco wanted him, though he argued inwardly with his body. Sure, he would fight the feeling, deny all emotion just to get back at the boy, but he would always secretly wonder if he venture passed the history would it be worth it. Would he become like Blaise? Or maybe he would be like Crabbe? Both boys date outside their house and find it more enjoyable than mingling with their own kind. Draco didn’t want to become like them, all love sick and sappy over some chit. He had a reputation to keep as a sex god and he was determined to keep his title now that Blaise lost his.

“I’m not gay.” He said.

With a sexy grin, Harry replied. “Neither am I.”

“I hate you…with a passion so deep I might actually kill you.” He tried again, adding bite to his remark.

The grin still remained, only widen at the game. “I hate you too, more than you know it. Sometimes, at night when I’m alone, I use that hatred towards you to make myself feel good.” He replied again, showing that whatever the other said, he felt the same.

“You’re a slut aren’t you, Potter?”

He shrugged a little. It’s a trick question. “I’ve been around, but that doesn’t make me dirty.”

Seeing that he wasn’t going to win, he lowered his wand. Fine, he could see where this was going. Would he like it, not really but since he could feel the tightness of his pants, he might as well surrender. “You win; this is what you wanted right? I know a game of control when I see it; my father taught me the rules of seduction.”

Harry finally closed the distance, standing face to face. Now that the game was over, he could actually relax. “Good because I hate the idea of using power to enslave someone.”

Draco rolled his eyes, not believing how soft the other became after basically toying with him. Somehow exhausted from this pointless situation, he leaned back so he wouldn’t be so close to the other. “What now, where do we go from here?”

“It’s up to you Draco. I’m not going to worry about pursuing you if you don’t want this. I will be honest…I like you more than you know. You’re attractive and would like to get a chance to know you. I know, I’m late, but if it makes you feel better, I’m willing to start out as friends.”

“Why should I waste my time with you to begin with? I still hate you, Potter.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he wouldn’t argue with the blond. “You can hate me forever, but it’s better to let go of this childish animosity and grow up. Like I said, I’m offering friendship, whether you take it or not is fine. I’ll leave you alone, keep this pointless hatred and continue throughout life knowing things between us could have been better.”

Draco sighed deeply; he knew he made a mistake. Being the idiot he is, he could see that Potter was trying to make amends and when he has the chance to accept, he goes all defensive. “Fine, I apologize for my rudeness, but it cannot be that simple. When I tried to offer you friendship, you turned me down. Why should I accept yours after all this time?”

“My hatred for you was still there, which is why I denied your offer. I mean, what do you expect? For years you tormented my friends and I and caused so much trouble. Then you have the nerves to come up to me one day and offer a token of friendship when you clearly didn’t care about all the previous shit you have done. You were a right bastard.”

“So what changed?” Draco wanted to know if he was going to agree to something life changing.

Looking deeply into gray eyes, Harry expression softens. He wanted to reach out and caress the paleness of Draco’s cheek, but decide against it. “I realized that life is too short to hold grudges. The people who have done me wrong aren’t worth the time. The war taught me a lot of things about self control, about self perseverance, and about myself in general. The moment I died, I saw my life without a purpose and noticed how horrible and dull it would have been. It’s the moment I returned to the land of the living that I’ve realized how much I needed to change myself and my outlook.”

“You had a revelation?” Apparently the story caught his attention.

“You can say that.” Harry replied, unsure if it really was a revelation or common sense finally reaching him.

Nodding, Draco extended his hand to the other. If Harry can change, maybe he can. He won’t lie, he found the other boy attractive also. “Fine Potter, you win. We can do the friendship thing.”

Accepting the offered hand, Harry shook on it with a smile on his face. “That’s fine, it’s better than anything else.”

“I’m sure.”

Releasing the other hand, Harry shoved them into his pocket. “So, what do you want to do now?”

Grinning, Draco came up with a good idea. “Since you ruined my original plan and I’m sure Blaise is tired of talking with the professor, so you owe me.”
Oh yeah, he forgot about the original plan of doing bodily harm. Sighing, he did say he would do anything masochistic to satisfy the other’s sadism. “Well yes, we can’t forget about that, can we?”

“Not at all and seeing how we are on the slow, steady path of friendship you can at least do this for me.” He pointed to the amps, the ones he hid behind. “So go stand over there.”

Harry nodded, doing what the blond said. Standing by the amps, he shoved his hands into his pocket to look cool and composed. Yes, he knew the world of hurt that will be involved, but what are friends for. When he saw Draco raise his wand again, he wondered if there’s some secret word used to let him know when.

“So…what word are you going to use?” He asked, seeing the twisted smirk of the Slytherin prince return.

“What word?” was all he said before unleashing a powerful spell.

Unable to brace himself, Harry felt the powerful spell hit him hard in the chest sending him flying out into the opening. Taking out his surroundings, he collided with the wall and crashed onto the floor in a painful thump. Blaise and Desdemona, silent and waiting for the news jumped when they saw and heard the impact. Desdemona rushed to his side first, worried about any potential injuries while Blaise arrived later.

Draco now pleased with the outcome walked out into the opening. Pocketing his wand, he looked at the heap moaning loudly in pain. “Ouch, that must have hurt?” He toyed, enjoying the view.

Coughing, Harry could taste the nasty metallic flavor of his blood. Looking up at the blond, he noticed his vision blurred and couldn’t make out the smug features. “Warn me next time, you fucking prat.” He moaned again, pain wrecking his body.

Scoffing, he turned away from the boy and his rescue team. “Please, if I had warned you, it would have been pointless to do it. Don’t forget Potter, fairness is for the weak.” With that said, he left the classroom with a huge smile and a clear conscious.

Mission accomplished, even with the minor technicalities.

Once the blond left, Desdemona looked down at Harry and laughed. She couldn’t help it, especially with the way things went. “Oh my, he surely knows how to make a scene.” Wrapping her arm around his shoulders, she carefully helped him sit up.

Blaise, more sensible than their professor just shook his head. “Draco does like to make a scene, especially when he realizes things went wrong to begin with.” Sighing, he drew out his wand to help with any healing of injuries. Kneeling next to the green eyed hero, he began healing the forming bruise on Harry’s left arm.

“Asshole could have fucking kill me.” He muttered angrily, using his unoccupied hand to rub his aching chest.

Desdemona couldn’t stop laughing as she helped Blaise with the healing process. “Well, was it worth the almost death sentence?”

Harry thought about it for a second before replying. Friendship does come with benefits, so he nodded. “Yep, it’s well worth it.”