Chapter Seven: Harry, the Two-Faced

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Last time:

Sighing, he pulled the covers up over his head. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was just paranoid.

Yes... that must be it. Paranoid. Who wouldn’t be with some psychopathic, cold-blooded (quite true...) murderer, like a gunman on trigger happy, only with a wand, out after them?

Harry had every right to be!

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“You sure you’re going to go through with this?” Ron asked, looking a bit pale as Harry nodded firmly and glanced at himself in the mirror.

“This is what I look like now. If I come out with any injuries, you’ll know they got me good,” Harry sighed as his hand went unconsciously to where his wand was hidden somewhere in his robes.

“Yes... but you’re not allowed to abuse your Head Boy privileges, Harry,” Ron looked a little worried. Usually, he would have been all for any of Harry’s whacky ideas, but he seemed a bit apprehensive this time, especially if it meant Harry could get into major trouble.

“You’ve been hanging out with Hermione too much, Ron,” Harry flashed the red-head a grin and it widened when his best friend’s face reddened to the shade of his hair. He clapped a hand on Ron’s shoulder and the grin became a comforting smile. “Don’t worry too much. I’m just getting tired of sitting around. If we want to get this done before the Christmas holidays start, I need to shove Malfoy in the right direction.”

“By going into the snake-pit? Harry, you’re insane!” Ron exclaimed, swatting Harry’s hand off his shoulder, only to grab it seconds later. His grip was awfully tight. “Harry, you don’t need to do this. I only agreed to act because I thought it was funny. But if you get punished, it’s not worth it, as much as I would love to see that git humiliated.”

“I’m not doing this just to make fun of him, Ron,” Harry mumbled quietly as he made his way out of the Gryffindor portrait hole.

“Then why?” Ron gave an exasperated sigh, throwing his hands into the air in a gesture that was eerily similar to Hermione.

Harry merely gave him a smile and turned to walk down to the dungeons. He didn’t know why he was doing this, but for some reason, he felt rebellious and impulsive. Usually, those two were not a good thing. Especially when Harry was involved.

Malfoy had told him that he would be in the Slytherin common room all day, as it was a Sunday, so they had no classes, and that it was none of his bloody business what he decided to do with his time. Harry was miffed, but he didn’t grant Malfoy the pleasure of seeing such a reaction on his face.

But it was already six weeks since the school year had begun, so they were halfway through October and the holidays would begin in December. Two or so months weren’t enough to set his plan into action properly, especially when Malfoy was involved. He was really stubborn and was hard to get along with.

Forget that time they’d sat together almost like companions. The next morning after a night of rest, Malfoy was his usual arrogant, self-centred self and had irritated Harry nearly every hour of their class-free day. Thrice, Harry had wanted to just run off to class to avoid Malfoy, but no, he chose to lock himself in his room instead and just sleep.

Anyway, back to the task on hand – Harry was going to use his overriding password to get into the Slytherin common room and drag Malfoy out, with the excuse that he was going to force the blond into action.

Sucking in a breath, Harry managed through the labyrinth-like corridors until he reached a dead end. Nothing but a stretch of wall, until he stated the overriding password and a door appeared. He closed his eyes as he pushed it open.

Many eyes were fixed upon him the moment he stepped in and all went deathly silent. A few mouths had dropped open as well. Then the whispering, a few hissing, jeering and sneering, snarling and scowling and glaring, began.

The Slytherin he was looking for was seated on a black, leather couch beside Zabini and Parkinson was to his other side. The moment the uproar in the foreign common room began, Malfoy’s head snapped towards the entrance.

Harry swallowed, ignoring the taunts and insults that were being thrown his way. He saw a few wands being pulled out, but otherwise, no one had hexed or cursed him. He moved forward until he reached Malfoy.

This was it. Never a better time than the present. It was time to seize the day.

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Blaise, Pansy and Draco were talking about their plans for the Christmas holidays and Pansy bragged about how she and her family were going over to France for the break. Blaise and Draco were staying at Hogwarts for the first time, since neither were in the mood to return home.

They were seated on the couch, amiably talking and Draco had been staring into the fireplace, wondering what the hell he was going to do with Potter around during the Christmas break, when a loud commotion brought his attention to the entrance of the Slytherin common room.

Potter himself. Draco’s eyes narrowed. What the bloody hell did the idiot think he was doing?! He was abusing his power! Draco felt an insult rising in his throat, but all that came out was a strangled, “Potter,” when the boy in question stepped forward.

On the outside, he looked completely calm and at ease, but looking into Potter’s eyes, Draco could see hesitance and trepidation, as if he might step into a trap at any given moment.

Within a few skipped heartbeats, Potter was standing in front of him, gazing down into his eyes like he had something to say. Beside him, Draco could feel Blaise stiffen in Potter’s presence, his body tensing. Pansy looked like she wanted to kill the Gryffindor for invading the one place that was Slytherin-only territory.

And she was right. Potter was invading their space. No one went back to what they were doing. All eyes were on them.

Surprisingly, Potter grabbed Draco by the cuff of his wrist and tugged gently. “I need to talk to you in private,” he said softly, his eyes flickering across to Blaise. Draco knew when Blaise was in a bad mood – he could feel the tension rolling off his best friend in waves. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get an earful from the boy later.

Snatching back his arm, Draco stood to full height and was pleased with a triumphant sense of glee when he stood a good head taller than Potter.

“Why should I listen to you?” Draco snarled, an eyebrow cocked upwards with a smirk firmly in place. Then...

Potter lowered his eyes and mumbled something that sounded like ‘you wanted help’ and then lifted his eyes to shyly meet Draco’s, his pink lips pulled into a pout.

And for a moment, Draco had thought his heart had stopped beating.

Grumbling about nosy Gryffindors, Draco ignored the watchful and suspicious eyes of every other Slytherin in the room, grabbed Potter by his slender wrist and yanked him out into the corridor outside.

“Are you insane?” Draco hissed, narrowing quicksilver eyes at Potter’s smug expression. So this had been some sort of weird trick to get him out of the Slytherin common room. Draco had to hand it to him, it was brave in the foolish, Gryffindor way, but it was sly in that Slytherin sense.

“Well, I could have just gone in there and yanked you out of your seat when you weren’t expecting it, but if you resisted, I would look like a complete idiot. So I had to think of a way to get you out of there somehow,” Potter grinned and started off down the corridor. Draco sighed. Potter must have expected him to follow.

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“So what did you pull me out here for?” Malfoy snarled as they rounded a corridor and began to walk up the stairs to the Ground Floor. Harry stopped beside the marble, grand staircase of the Entrance Hall. He smiled and gestured for the front doors, which were open to show the daylight streaming in, flooding the enormous room with natural light.

The ceiling was so high that not even the sunlight could illuminate what was above. Harry wondered how they cleaned the ceilings at Hogwarts.

“Let’s go out, shall we?” Harry asked with a smile. He ignored how weird that sentence sounded as he turned and listened to Malfoy’s footsteps and grumbles under his breath as he followed Harry out the doors. They turned and sat on the lawn and Harry waited, resting back on his palms with his eyes closed.

“So are you going to bloody tell me what you brought me out here for, or am I going to have to force it out of you, Potter?” Malfoy growled, a hint of irritation and frustration in his tone of voice. Harry turned and opened one eye.

“Wait, I’m trying to think.”

Malfoy scoffed. “Think of what?”

“Why I brought you out here.”

“... you’re an idiot, do you know that, Potter? A freak,” Malfoy grumbled, but shut his eyes as well. He gave a start when he felt something block the sunlight from his face and he opened his eyes to glare at Harry, who had decided to come dangerously close to his face.

“I remember now,” Harry smirked and then drew back to observe Malfoy’s pink cheeks. Harry watched patiently as Malfoy scrambled to sit up properly and scowl. “Well, it’s about Ron.”

“What about Wea- Ron?” Malfoy had nearly blurted out Ron’s surname, but had forced himself to say his name instead. Harry narrowed his eyes. There was a plot behind this. Malfoy looked as if he was lying about the entire thing – for one, his eyes kept shifting and never meeting Harry’s, and his fingers were digging into the magically grown grass of the lawn. If one looked closer, they would have noticed a thin sheen of sweat beginning to build up on Malfoy’s skin.

“Well, you asked for help and since you so rudely rejected my attempt to help last time, I’m going to force you to act. You and I are going to Hogsmeade, now, and we’re going to get him a Wizard’s Chess set,” Harry smirked at Malfoy’s flabbergasted face.

“We are doing no such thing, Potter. I don’t want to be seen anywhere with you,” Malfoy snarled and stood up to brush his robes, then walk away. He felt a resistance however, when he took a step forwards and felt the hem at the back of his robes being pulled back. He turned around to bark at Harry to let go, but suddenly, his eyes went glassy when he saw Harry’s expression.

For some reason or another, Harry had realized that putting on a pout seemed to work on Malfoy. He shuddered to think of why, but he wasn’t completely transparent when it came to Malfoy’s reactions. He was painfully aware that when he pouted or ‘begged with his eyes’, as Hermione put it, some boys seemed to put themselves into a trance.

It wasn’t like he was a magical creature, like a Veela or anything, but Harry had a baby face, and as much as he hated it, he was going to use it to flaunt to his advantage. Malfoy was a sucker for this face.

“Why not, Malfoy?” Harry whined, and inwardly, he cringed when he realized he sounded like a whore begging to be done. Malfoy’s mouth dropped open slightly and he seemed to be unable to think, before he frowned and pulled his robes away from Harry’s clutches.

“Don’t do that!” he scowled, taking a step away from Harry. Harry stood and gave him another pout.

“Do what?” he asked in an innocent tone. Malfoy narrowed his eyes and swallowed.

“Never mind. Why am I going to Hogsmeade now?” he questioned, walking back to the castle entrance without bothering to check if Harry was following him. Seconds later, Harry fell into step beside him and gave him a sly look.

“We are going to Hogsmeade now, because you need to buy Ron a gift to start wooing him,” Harry grinned. He was loving this. Unknowingly, Malfoy had put himself into a rather tight situation. Malfoy narrowed his eyes again.

“How on earth are we going to get to Hogsmeade? All the carriages have left and I sure as hell am not walking all the way there,” Malfoy spat and then turned to walk into the castle.

“Well, you can come with me under my cloak and we can go via a secret passage. I’ll be good if you don’t tell,” Harry shot Malfoy a playful wink and hurried into the cool interior of the Entrance Hall.

Harry didn’t notice Malfoy’s cheeks flush red as they walked up to the third floor to grab Harry’s cloak.

“So where to now?” Malfoy grumbled, already hidden beneath Harry’s cloak. It was quite hard to fit underneath it, and both, especially Malfoy, had to kind of squat while they walked so that their feet would be covered.

“Conveniently for us, there’s a statue on this very floor that will take us straight to Honeydukes’ cellar,” Harry flashed Malfoy a sly grin and then steered him in the direction of the statue of the humpbacked witch.

He tried to suppress the glee he felt when he heard Malfoy’s intake of breath. “C’mon Malfoy. Don’t lag behind. And make sure you don’t get caught coming up either.”

They followed the tunnel until they reached the ladder that went up into the cellar. Harry ran inference first, lifting the rather heavy trapdoor (the rattle of something that sounded suspiciously like Bertie Botts beans indicated that there was a box stacked right on top of the door) to find that the cellar was empty. He nodded to Malfoy then pushed the door open, wincing when he heard the clatter of the beans as they fell. Luckily, none of the boxes were open.

He could hear the voices of students outside, chattering excitedly to each other. He waited a moment, just in case anyone would be coming back. He watched the stairs carefully. No one was coming.

“Potter, move your fat arse out of my face,” Malfoy grumbled and Harry squeaked when he felt a sharp slap across his rear. He glared down at Malfoy’s cheeky expression.

“Do you want us to get caught, Malfoy?” he hissed and quickly scurried up the ladder when no one seemed to be coming. He pulled Malfoy up and shut the trap door, but at that moment, someone began to come down the stairs, carrying empty boxes of what was once full of sweets.

Harry quickly threw the cloak over the both of them and pressed them into a small niche between the stacks of cartons. The box behind Malfoy’s head read ‘Cockroach Clusters’ and the one just below his shoulder was labelled ‘Blood Suckers’. He could feel Malfoy’s warm body pressed up against his chest and one of Malfoy’s hands resting on his hip, where it came to be when they’d pushed themselves into hiding. The person seemed to take their time and then noticed the spilled box of Every Flavour Beans, stooping down to right the mess.

Harry began to breathe hard, pointedly keeping his gaze on anywhere but Malfoy. He sucked in a breath when he felt something hard digging into his thigh. He hoped that was one of their wands. He shot Malfoy an irritated look and was surprised to see that the Slytherin had kept his eyes tactfully averted, a light blush on his cheeks.

Oh. Well then...

Harry stayed stock still, but the corner of a crate was digging uncomfortably into the arch of his back and he shifted to shy away from it. Malfoy’s eyes widened and he stiffened slightly, a small groan leaving his lips.

Harry shot him a warning glare and raised his hand to Malfoy’s lips. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he curled a finger and gently held it between Malfoy’s wet lips. He could feel Malfoy’s lips tightening around his finger and then Malfoy shifted so that his groin was pressed against his hip.

No. Fucking. Way.

Slowly, Malfoy began to shift up and down, pressing lightly into Harry, and rutting against his thigh. Harry watched in amazement as Malfoy’s eyes began to flutter to a close. Malfoy’s lips clamped down harder on Harry’s finger and Harry could feel a familiar heat stirring in his lower stomach.

No. No. No!!

He shoved Malfoy away when he had noticed that the damn attendant who took too long had finally left. He wiped the saliva that coated his finger onto Malfoy’s robe and then pulled Malfoy up the creaky stairs to the main level of Honeydukes.

He hoped that this wouldn’t be brought up again. They walked through the store and Harry realized that Malfoy had grabbed a Blood Sucker on the way as they walked out of the store. They walked on for a while, and then hid in an alleyway to pull of the cloak. Harry’s cheeks were still flushed red as he tucked the cloak into his robes. Their eyes refused to meet.

“So...” Malfoy’s voice was hoarse. “Where to now?”

Harry shrugged and started walking in the direction of the gift stores. He couldn’t believe what happened! He struggled to force the memory of the arousing event that had occurred just minutes before, out of his mind.

Malfoy didn’t say anything, so neither did Harry. He couldn’t believe he had unknowingly assisted Malfoy in frottage of all things. They stepped into a fairly empty store and took a glance around. There were sets of Wizarding Chess for sale, ranging from cheap to fairly expensive.

As Malfoy began to inspect the more expensive side of the store (after all, he wouldn’t be caught dead buying cheap things, even if it was for Ron), Harry took a discreet glance at the other boy’s front.

Harry wasn’t completely clueless. He knew that beneath those robes, Malfoy was painfully hard and hadn’t gotten off yet. Harry grinned and went behind Malfoy, ‘accidentally’ bumping him forward into the counter. A loud moan left Malfoy’s lips before the Slytherin realized what had happened and shot Harry a glare.

Harry gave him a fairly innocent smile, which turned to a smirk as soon as Malfoy had his back turned. He walked back to the cheaper side of the store, bumping into Malfoy again. This time, a low hiss escaped the blond, who whirled around to hiss at Harry instead.

“Stop. Doing. That,” he growled in a dangerously low tone, which came out rather husky. Harry felt his cheeks grow warmer despite himself and decided that he’d done enough teasing for the day.

He decided to preoccupy himself with looking at a few charms (the jewellery type) and bracelets while he waited, unaware that his companion was done. Malfoy came up behind him and glanced over his shoulder.

“Didn’t know you were queer,” came a sultry voice into his ear. Harry bit back an insult when he froze, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He felt Malfoy’s hot breath prickling against his skin. A subtle thrust of something hard against his arse caused him to suck in a breath and quickly run out of the store. Behind him, he could hear Malfoy chuckling to himself.

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Harry was fidgeting. He usually did that when he was nervous; gnawing on his bottom lip, glancing around in whatever environment he was in, biting his nails – oh yes, he was very nervous.

Ron and Hermione shot him concerned looks, but he didn’t notice as he was too busy chewing on the edge of a Gryffindor cushion.

“Harry, stop that. That’s public property and that’s disgusting,” Hermione frowned and reached over to tug the room adornment out of Harry’s hands. Harry lifted his hand to his mouth and began to bite on the nail of his thumb. Ron sighed and shared a worried glance with Hermione.

“Did... did your plan fail?” Ron asked quietly and was thankful that Harry had finally reacted. He looked so... shaken.

“Y-yeah Ron. You’re gonna get yourself a new, expensive chess set,” Harry sighed and then went back to biting his nails. A moment of joy crossed Ron’s face, before the concerned look returned.

“Mate, you’re acting weird. What happened?” Ron prodded him, causing Harry to jump jerkily. He glanced around the common room and then leaned in to whisper, “Malfoy happened.”

“Malfoy? What did Malfoy do?” Hermione asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Harry swallowed. There was no way he was going to let Hermione know about this. Or Ron. Ron would probably throw up all over him... and Hermione would go on a fanfiction rampage.

He’d have to keep this to himself, unfortunately.

“He... stole from Honeydukes,” Harry lied lamely, forcing himself to sit up straight and had to sit on his hands so that he wouldn’t bite his nails again. Damn his legs for starting to shake up and down though.

“So it worked?” Ron asked, at the same time Hermione asked, “What were you doing in Hogsmeade with Malfoy?”

Harry shook his head and stood. “I... I’m tired. Yes, Ron, the plan worked. Feel free to tell Hermione about today for me.”

He bolted out the door before anyone could even say Quidditch. Hermione turned an expectant gaze on Ron, who twitched uncomfortably.

“Well... err... Hermione, I don’t exactly know what happened at Hogsmeade, since I was with you all day...” Ron managed to get out before Hermione sighed and turned back to her story writing.

“Ron, what do you think of Snape using asphyxias while penetrating Harry?” Hermione asked absentmindedly as she began to write her newest smut scene. Ron blinked.

“Err... okay?” He replied, obviously not having any clue what ‘asphyxias’ meant.

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Harry bolted through the corridors, dodging students and teachers (thankfully, not Snape) alike. He skidded to a halt when he reached Sir Jean. The suit of armour saluted him as he wheezed out, ‘Sauerkraut’, which was the new password, then moved aside.

Thankfully, Malfoy wasn’t anywhere in sight. He ran to his room anyway, as if Malfoy would appear at any second from the walls, or something, then locked the door. He leaned against it, his chest heaving.

Why had he gotten so worked up about Malfoy? Malfoy was just... was just teasing.

But what happens if the teasing gets too far? A twinge of regret struck somewhere in Harry’s body but he ignored it. He wasn’t going to give up his plans to embarrass Malfoy in front of everybody.

This was probably the nastiest thing he’d ever thought of doing, but Malfoy had always taken it too far. It was time the Slytherin got a taste of his own medicine...

So long as Harry was still willing to shove sweet revenge down his throat.

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