Time Management

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Draco stormed into the castle and made for his new dormitory. Blaise followed reluctantly, knowing he was in for an earful on Potter. About halfway back to the dormitory, Blaise decided he'd rather not hear the spiel again and veered off in another direction. Draco barely noticed his absence as he continued on.

Blaise was eager to know what else had changed. He wandered down hallways, searching for something interesting. As he neared the Great Hall, he saw Seamus Finnigan coming up from the dungeons. Blaise smirked and quietly moved up behind him. Seamus appeared not to notice his presence.

"Hey, Finnigan," Blaise breathed quietly. Seamus squeaked and whipped around. Blaise smirked at his surprise. Seamus got a look of disgust on his face when he saw Blaise.

"What are you doing here?" he asked scathingly.

Blaise raised an eyebrow at his daring, talking to a Slytherin like that. "I don't think that's really any of your business," he told him matter-of-factly. Seamus scoffed and Blaise looked on in amusement. Blaise stepped forward and slipped a hand around Seamus' waist.

Seamus looked at the hand in confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously. Blaise leaned in and kissed Seamus' neck softly. Seamus struggled slightly, not really trying to get away. Blaise kissed a path up his neck and jaw line. Just before he reached his mouth, Blaise pulled back. Seamus was watching him in disbelief. "What was that?!" he exclaimed.

Blaise shrugged. "I wanted to," he said blandly. He'd really been testing to see how Seamus would react. In the other future, he'd been quite keen to let Blaise do whatever he wanted.

"Won't Potter kill you?" Seamus asked pointedly, crossing his arms in front of him.

It was Blaise's turn to scoff. "Please, he can't do anything to me," he drawled in the true Slytherin manner.

Seamus laughed derisively. "He can and he will. What happened to you? Have you forgotten that he owns this school? No one can beat him."

Blaise couldn't help laughing at the description. He started and couldn't stop. Seamus just stared at him. He finally found enough control to stand up straight and face Seamus. "Oh, I think there's someone who can," he said, still chuckling.

Seamus' eyebrows furrowed. "Who?" he asked.

"Draco, of course," Blaise drawled. Now Seamus started laughing. He tried desperately to stop but couldn't control himself. Finally, he pulled himself together and choked out a few words.

"Draco? He's so whipped. He'd never EVER beat him." Seamus dissolved into giggles at the thought.

"Whipped?" Blaise repeated in disbelief. "I don't think so."

Seamus stopped laughing and looked at Blaise. "Oh, come on. He sleeps with Potter, Potter doesn't allow him to talk to anyone, and he does his homework for him."

"What?!" Blaise exclaimed.

Seamus took a step back from him. "What?"

"Things are going to change around here, you'll see."

Blaise moved forward and forcefully kissed Seamus. Seamus was taken aback but eagerly accepted the kiss. His brain dimly registered that Potter would kill both of them if he found out. Slytherins were NOT allowed to talk to Gryffindors and vice versa, let alone kiss them.

Blaise ended the kiss slowly and backed away from Seamus, holding his gaze.

"You'll see," he whispered as he rounded the corner, leaving a shocked Seamus alone in the corridor.

Blaise walked slowly back to his room, thinking about what Seamus had just told him. What the hell had Draco done? He'd ruined everything. Blaise had told him not to, but did he listen? Noooo. How had they been thrown into a world where Potter was king and Draco was subservient? That was just not possible.

Blaise came to the dormitory and found that Draco wasn't there. He shrugged and didn't bother to wonder where he was.

Draco had arrived at the dorm but then decided he really didn't want to stay there. Instead, he'd turned around at the door and wandered around the castle. He went down to the dungeons and found Snape in his classroom. Draco edged inside and sat down in a desk and waited for Snape to notice his presence.

Snape finished putting away a few jars and then turned to see Draco perched haughtily on a stool. He sighed at the sight of his godson, so obviously upset.

"Good morning, Draco," Snape greeted him tiredly.

Draco frowned at him. "Hey, Severus," he replied. Snape waited, knowing more would be coming. Draco rarely stopped by just to say 'Hi'.

"Is there any particular reason you've come to see me?" Snape asked.

"I had a question for you," Draco said, not beating around the bush.

Snape raised an eyebrow at Draco. "Really?" he asked interestedly.

"It's about Potter." Snape's expression darkened significantly at the mention of his name.

"What about Potter?" Snape sneered. Draco was pleased to find that Snape's perception of Potter hadn't changed.

"What happened to him? How did he become so powerful?" Draco asked.

Snape sighed again. "You already know this Draco."

"Refresh my memory," Draco drawled sarcastically.

Snape raised an eyebrow but proceeded to answer the question. "Well, you know Potter was sorted into Slytherin. That first year he was fairly quiet, reserved if you will. After stopping the dark lord, he became much more...confident. Dumbledore insisted he learn wandless magic." Draco remembered that first night when he'd said that spell without his wand. "He also insisted I teach him Occlumency. Unfortunately, it seemed to go to his head and he's become quite annoying as of late." Snape scowled as he finished his tale.

Draco thought for a minute, absorbing all Snape had told him. He understood how Harry could have become powerful, but how had he become so inferior?

"And why does he think he owns this school?" Draco drawled.

"You're not exactly trying to take it from him," Snape sneered and Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I beg to differ," Draco said in a quiet and dangerous voice.

Snape scoffed at him. "Draco, I know you care for him, but he is not safe. He is using you. I've told you this before. It's best to leave it alone."

Draco scowled at his words. He would never let anyone use him. This Potter was in for a rude awakening.

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Draco and Blaise kept to themselves over the next few days. Harry glared at Draco whenever he was in range. Draco just sneered back and continued with his daily life. Life in the castle was much the same as it had always been. The only major differences being the depressive air that hung over everyone.

After several days of observance on Draco's part, he noticed that Potter was much more intimidating in this future. The Hufflepuffs cowered in his presence, Gryffindors skirted around him, and the other Slytherins kept their distance.

He managed to successfully avoid being in a room alone with Potter. It was fairly easy since they no longer shared a common room. About a week after Draco's...change, he was walking late at night, having not been able to sleep. He thought of going for a snack in the kitchens and was on his way there when an invisible something hit him sideways and he was pushed into an empty classroom. He heard a lock click behind him but couldn't see anything.

He felt a breeze ruffle his clothes behind him and turned in the direction but no one was there. He had a sudden thought and stood with his hands on his hips, glaring in the direction he felt the movement.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Draco drawled maliciously. There was a flutter and Harry appeared in the middle of the room. He narrowed his eyes at Draco.

"How did you know?" he asked suspiciously.

Draco scoffed and ignored the question. "What do you want, Potter?" he drawled venomously.

Harry wasted no time and pushed Draco roughly against the wall. Draco started to protest but had no chance as his mouth was covered with Harry's warm skillful mouth. Harry's tongue forced its way into Draco's mouth. Draco couldn't help responding to the probing tongue. The kiss was rough, hot, and possessive. Harry nibbled on Draco's lower lip, drawing a low moan from him.

Harry's hands pushed under Draco's shirt and Draco gasped when Harry's hands touched his cool, creamy skin. Draco knew it was wrong, but the feeling of Harry's lithe, muscular body pressed against his own was a glorious feeling. Although he did vaguely wonder why he was the bottom of this arrangement. Draco's brain yelled at him to stop and Draco struggled to break the kiss.

He finally managed to push Harry away slightly, and he squirmed out from under his grip. He backed away to the side, glaring at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes at his movements.

"Draco, I don't know what's been going on with you, but I will not be deprived of something I want," Harry told him.

Draco sneered at his attitude and tone. "Well, Potter, you should get it through your head that I bow to no one."

"I don't think you understand, Draco," Harry said dangerously.

"Me, not understand? I don't know what happened to make this arrangement happen, but it's going to change."

"Change? I don't think so. I like it this way, and this is how it's going to stay."

Harry moved quickly towards Draco and reached out with his seeker agility and pinned Draco against the wall once again. Draco glared at Harry, but he was more upset with himself for allowing himself to be put in this same position.

He could feel his arousal growing as Harry positioned his hips, effectively keeping Draco in place. Draco internally groaned. Why did Harry have to be so sexy and so goddamn appealing? Draco struggled slightly, but the result was only to increase the friction. Harry smirked at Draco and kissed his jawbone lightly.

"It's better if you don't struggle, but then again, if you like it kinky," Harry whispered suggestively against Draco's jaw. His warm breath flowing over Draco's skin was enough for Draco to lose all rational thought and want to pull Harry to him and ravish him.

Harry seemed to sense that Draco's resolve was slipping. He ran his tongue along Draco's jaw line. Draco shuddered at the contact and tried desperately not to give in. It was no use though. This new Harry was quite persuasive and since Draco had always been sort of attracted to the Gryffindor God, he couldn't help himself welcoming the affection.

Harry pushed his body closer and Draco gasped when he felt Harry's impressive erection pressing into his own. Draco closed his eyes, trying to stay focused. That was a mistake on his part. In his momentary lapse in concentration, Harry's mouth was on his own again.

Harry's tongue begged entrance and Draco allowed it. Harry's tongue met up with Draco's and together they mapped out each other's mouth. Harry deepened the kiss. He nibbled on Draco's lower lip and Draco groaned involuntarily. Harry's hands pushed up Draco's shirt. He pulled out of the kiss so he could peel off the shirt. Once it was off, he attacked Draco's mouth again. His hands found their way down to the button on Draco's jeans.

Draco arched up against Harry when Harry's hand slid under the fabric in the jeans and wrapped around his very hard cock. He moaned loudly and Harry smirked at him again. In the back of Draco's mind he knew he could never beat Potter if he kept allowing this to happen.

Harry's hand was stroking his erection slowly. Draco was breathing hard and gripping Harry's sides. Harry moved to his neck and sucked on the spot just below his ear. Draco whimpered slightly and Harry increased his pace.

"P-potter," Draco panted. "We c-can't."

"Mmm, can't what?" Harry whispered against his neck. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Draco as he rubbed harder.

"Th-this is not how this is... Ah!" Draco gasped when Harry gave a sudden jerk with his hand. Harry looked up at him, his eyes a dark smoldering green. Draco was so close and Harry was not making any moves to finish anytime soon.

"Not how what?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowed.

Draco silently whimpered at the state he was in. "God, Potter, just finish!" he commanded.

Harry looked down and realized that he'd stopped midway. An evil smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "No. What were you going to say?"

Draco growled at him. "Nothing. Just get on with it," he retorted immediately.

Amusement shown in Harry's eyes. He was obviously enjoying this. "No, I don't think you deserve this," he said calmly.

Draco's jaw dropped and he scoffed at Harry. "I don't bloody think so! Get on with it, Potter!" he exclaimed.

Harry's grin widened. He knew what he was doing. "Nope, I don't feel like it anymore."

"No, you will wank me off, right now!" Draco ordered.

Harry remained smirking at him. "Well, if you insist," he replied easily. He thrust his hand roughly back down Draco's pants and stroked him roughly. Draco's breath caught in his throat when Harry's hand gently massaged his throbbing length. Draco came moments later with a cry. Harry pulled his hand out of the jeans and rested it on Draco's hip. Draco was breathing hard.

Harry smirked in a satisfied way. He leaned in and kissed Draco softly. "Looks like you got what you wanted," he snickered. One more kiss and Harry was gone, leaving Draco to ponder what had just happened. It wouldn't hit him until sometime later that he'd been manipulated.


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