Time Management

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Draco struggled fruitlessly against the bonds that held him to the wall. He ceased eventually and sighed in frustration. He leaned back against the wall, waiting for the flood of students he knew was coming.

He wasn't afraid. Hell, he loved his body. Everyone worshipped it, or they used to anyway. He stood impatiently waiting for someone, anyone, to come that was smart enough to know how to undo the bonds. He'd even go for Granger at this point.

He could hear the rumblings of people moving on the floors above. He wondered how long it would take for someone to come down his way.

He was just beginning to think that maybe he could try a little wandless magic when someone came around the corner. Draco looked up sharply to see who it was.

"What are you doing?" Blaise asked. He stopped and took in the sight before him.

Draco glared at him with as much dignity as he could muster. "Shut up, Blaise, and get me out of here," he told him.

Blaise rolled his eyes and took out his wand. He unspelled Draco's hands from the wall.

"Great," Draco muttered to himself, looking around for his clothes. There were none to be seen.

Blaise watched in amusement as Draco looked around. "So what happened to you?" he asked conversationally, ignoring the fact that Draco was completely nude.

Draco stopped looking to scowl at Blaise. "Gee, I wonder," he said sarcastically. Draco spotted his wand and grabbed it up. He waved it once and summoned his pants. He slipped them on and was on the point of buttoning them up when Hermione Granger came around the corner.

She stopped suddenly at the sight of Draco half dressed. "I-I'm sorry," she stuttered and turned to leave.

"Wait, Granger," Draco said quickly, a sudden idea coming into his head.

Hermione stopped and turned around slowly. "What?" she asked cautiously.

Draco moved forward closer to where Blaise stood. "I have a question," Hermione watched him carefully, "You don't like Potter, do you?"

"Um... not really, no, why?"

"But you're smart, right?"

"I guess," Hermione agreed. "But why are you talking to me? Won't Potter kill you?"

Draco rolled his eyes, tired of being told he would be killed for talking to Gryffindorks. "That's not the point. I'm actually looking to overthrow Potter, if you're interested."

Hermione paused, thinking. Draco could almost see the wheels turning in her head.

"How are you thinking of doing this?" Hermione asked carefully.

"A little help from choice people to overthrow his perfect balance," Draco said. Draco could see her contemplating the idea. Blaise gave him a questioning look, but he gave him a silent signal saying he would explain later.

"What would I have to do?" Hermione asked.

Draco saw that she needed a push. "Just help me out here and there. If you do it, there's a good chance you'll get that Weasel you've had your eye on."

Hermione's eyes widened in shock at his extensive knowledge. She stood up straighter. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Excellent."

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Harry walked back to his dormitory with an evil smirk firmly in place. He was positive that Draco wouldn't be able to worm his way out of that situation quite so easily.

Harry turned a corner on the second floor and caught a glimpse of someone skirting around a corner ahead of him.

"Finninan!" he called commandingly. Seamus froze immediately, too scared to turn around and look to verify that it was Harry who'd stopped him.

Harry walked up behind him menacingly. "What were you doing?" he asked silkily, quite reminiscent of Draco.

"Nothing," Seamus squeaked.

"I'm sure," Harry scoffed. "But who were you doing nothing with?"

"N-no one," Seamus stuttered, hoping to Merlin his inquiry would be over soon.

"Really?" Harry asked in a dangerous voice. "And would that no one have dark hair and hang out with a certain blond Slytherin?"

"Uh..." Seamus trailed away. He didn't want to give away Blaise, but he could see no way out, at least not alive.

"You've just told me all I need to know," Harry drawled. "Enjoy it while you can, Finnigan, because it won't last much longer."

Harry then turned and walked back down the corridor. Seamus whipped around and watched him go with a scowl on his face.

"We'll see about that," Seamus muttered. Unfortunately for him, Harry was still within hearing range.

Harry stopped short and slowly rotated on his heals. "What did you say?" he asked darkly.

Seamus' eyes went wide in fear as Harry slowly advanced forward. "Nothing, nothing," he said quickly.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he neared the trembling Gryffindor. "You better watch out, Finnigan. You're lucky I don't kill you for saying that, but if I ever hear that again, rest assured you won't have a chance to." Harry strode quickly from the corridor.

Seamus watched him go, a scowl still on his face. He sighed, knowing that he now had to go warn Blaise at least. Despite the fear he held for Potter, he felt he needed to warn Blaise. He actually kind of liked Blaise. He wasn't as Slytherin-like as he'd often thought.

Blaise had a different kind of humor, and he was seemingly soft-spoken unless riled. Seamus hoped never to be on his bad side. Seamus shook his head and wandered off in another direction, searching now for Blaise.

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Harry strode back to the Slytherin dungeons, anger coursing through his veins. He gave the password to the hidden doors. He stormed inside, ignoring the students that quailed in his wake.

He went right past a simpering Pansy and up to his private room. He went inside and slammed the door. He leaned against it and closed his eyes. He slid down the door to the floor where he sat thinking.

'What the hell is going on?' he thought desperately. 'Why is Draco so odd all of a sudden? That damn Dumbledore knows and he won't tell me. Oh, I hate them both.'

Harry sat there on the floor for awhile, thinking over all that had happened lately. He didn't know what had happened to make Draco like this. Harry knew that it must be in some way his fault.

He'd started it all after all. Draco had only ever been like this when he'd first met him. Well did Harry remember the first time they'd gotten together. At the time he hadn't thought anything of it. It was just fun, a little more control, a little more power...


::FLASHBACK::

"P-Potter?" Draco asked nervously. Harry stopped walking and gave a sigh of frustration. He turned around slowly, trying to control the urge strangle someone. Draco stood quietly, watching Harry carefully.

"What, Malfoy?" Harry asked scornfully. He could see that Draco was on the verge of saying something but was trying to hold himself back.

"I--Nothing," Draco replied quietly and turned to leave, defeated. Harry's eyes narrowed as he watched him turn. In a split second, Harry made up his mind. He moved quickly and pinned Draco up against the stone wall.

Draco looked panicked. "What are you doing?" he asked worriedly.

Harry moved closer and Draco could see the controlled anger in his dark green eyes. "You think you're so great," Harry hissed, "Well, you're not. You're nothing. I control you."

Draco swallowed hard and his breathing became labored. Harry looked at him oddly, as if wondering what was happening. He looked down and saw Draco's hardening cock through the material of his trousers. Harry chuckled darkly and moved his body closer to Draco's.

"Does this turn you on?" Harry whispered harshly.

Draco whimpered as he felt Harry's hand wrap around his already throbbing cock. "No," he whispered, more wishing it was true. Harry cocked his head to the side and looked at Draco, a smirk on his face.

"Really?" he asked and his eyes glittered. He moved his head closer until his lips and Draco's were mere centimeters apart. "So little Draco likes boys, eh? Well, you've chosen the wrong one." Harry's breath ghosted over Draco's lips and they parted slightly.

Harry's eyes roved over Draco's face, taking in the slightly dilated pupils, silver eyes full of lust. He liked the way Draco looked. Draco's breathing was harsh and erratic by now. Harry's hand was still on his cock and had taken to rubbing slowly, without conscious notice.

"Harry, I--" But Draco never finished his sentence. Harry crashed his lips down on Draco's. Draco's mouth opened, inviting the foreign tongue inside. Harry released the hold he still had on Draco's other hand. Draco immediately wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, pulling him closer.

Draco groaned into the kiss as Harry's hands wandered under his shirt and up his backside. Draco arched into his touch, bringing his erection in contact with Harry's rapidly hardening member.

Harry broke the kiss with a gasp and looked at Draco. He was panting hard and watching Harry apprehensively. Harry stepped back and Draco watched on tenterhooks. Harry then stripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He removed his pants quickly and dropped his boxers.

Draco stared in shock at the sight before him. Never in his wildest dreams had the object of his lust given in to him so readily. Harry beckoned him toward him and Draco came slowly, as if not daring to believe it true.

Harry kissed him quickly then Draco dropped to his knees. He tentatively licked the head of Harry's throbbing erection. Harry moaned softly which seemed to give Draco encouragement. His hands were in Draco's hair, pulling on it, urging him on.

Draco took the rest of Harry's cock in his mouth, only gagging slightly. He swirled his tongue over Harry's cock. Harry groaned and fisted Draco's hair, encouraging him. Draco bobbed back and forth, bringing Harry closer to completion.

He could feel Harry's orgasm climbing until one last suck cause Harry to cum with a cry. Draco licked up Harry's white cum and kissed his way back up his body. He kissed up Harry's neck and then came to his mouth.

Harry pulled him into a passionate kiss. It lasted for a minute or two before Harry pulled away. He kissed Draco quickly one last time. Then he pushed Draco away and pulled up his pants. Draco watched him, not knowing what to do now.

Once Harry was fully clothed against, and walked up beside Draco and whispered in his ear, "Thanks. I'll see you around, Draco." He placed a kiss below Draco's ear and left him alone. Draco watched him go with an indiscernible expression on his face.

::END FLASHBACK::

Harry sighed as the memory ended, wishing it was still like that. Draco had always been under his control. He couldn't pinpoint the moment when it had changed.

He'd never thought much of their messing around. It was just a way to blow off steam. But it had changed. Harry didn't know when or why but he had started to have more feelings for Draco somewhere along the way.

But now there was this new Draco. He was different, more dangerous perhaps. And Harry liked it. It made him all the more appealing. It was like a challenge again.

Harry let his head fall back and hit the door. "Ow," he muttered, now rubbing that back of his head. He then picked himself up off the floor, deciding it was time to do something about these feelings that had been growing. He couldn't suppress them, he'd already tried.

He knew this new Draco was dangerous, treacherous, if you will. He had to tread carefully and watch his every move. He needed all methods of stealth available to him, and use them he would.


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A/N: A review? Why, I would love one!