Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the HP universe. This story is only written for the purpose of enjoyment and to satisfy my own twisted obsession with the HP characters. I am not making any type of profit off this story and no copyright infringement is intended against J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic, etc and whoever else is lucky enough to own part of the HP franchise.

Warnings: This story is still slash as in Male/Male pairings, but Harry is a slut so het pairings are also mentioned. It also involves an OCC playboy!Harry and clueless Draco. Right now, there is nothing explicit because Harry is still in the wooing stages, but in future chapters their will be sexual activity. You've been warned.

~~Author's note: Thank you for all the positive feedback I have received so far. I really do appreciate it and I try my best to respond to all the reviews. I'm really sorry that is has taken me so long to upload this third entry. It's a little longer than the last two, so hopefully that makes up for it somewhat. This semester of school has been kicking my ass and I haven't had as much free time as I would like. However, I'm almost done and then I'll have lots and lots of time to write. Don't worry this story has not been abandoned and neither have my other ones. I'll be updating this story again soon as well as posting a new H/D fic too. I have gotten several requests to see more H/D interaction in this fic, which is kind of hard because it's a journal style fic, but I found a way to include it in this entry. Please let me know if you like the H/D scene and if you would like to see more scenes like that in the future or just straight journal entries.

Also, I just want to thank my new beta sonnyisforlovers. Thank you so much for your help and input dear. She's also a brilliant writer, so you should check out her stories if you get a chance. Lastly, this entry is dedicated to the wonderful nikitabell who keeps motivating me to continue writing. Thank you for all your advice.

Enjoy Harry's ramblings.

Entry 3:

~17 September 2004~

Dear Journal,

Hermione mentioned that it would be a good idea to write in this journal either before I go to bed or right when I wake up in the morning, so I can report my dreams. Well, I had a rather interesting dream last night. It involved you, me, and a broomstick...we were in the Potion's stockroom and believe it or not...Snape was there and...WTF?

SNAPE...my God...I always knew he was a kinky bastard...

I swear these bloody Slytherins are going to be the death of me!

Damn Hermione and her sodding truth spells. Damn her to hell. One day, I'm going to get her back for this. She better watch out...

Seriously, Snape indeed.

x x x

Never mind, I don't want to write about Snape and Hermione—now that's another rather disturbing image—yuck. No, screw them; I'd rather write about you. I can't stop thinking about you again. Every time I see a blond—bloke, girl, hell even silver haired old geezer, my friend gets all twitchy and happy.

I can't help it.

You're like a drug to me, and I haven't even touched you yet not in real life anyway. Harry J. Potter is not a patient bloke, which is why I've decided to start phase one of my seduction plan. Yes, phase 1 of Operation Seduce Malf...

No, that's a stupid name—I need to come up with something better, a LOT better.

Note to self: Come up with better name for my totally awesome top secret seduction plan.

*Hell yeah. And you claim Gryffindors can't come up with cunning plans. I'll show you.

x x x

Before coming up with my super, stellar cunning plan, I decided to get advice from a couple of my lovely girl friends. Yes, believe it or not, Harry J. Potter, former resident Gryffindor sex god, does have platonic friends that are girls. I figured they would be the best to talk to since they're into all that soppy romance stuff, unlike me.

The problem is that I've never had to court anyone before. I know this sounds conceited, but every time I've ever wanted anyone—witch, wizard, Muggle, etc.—it was soooo easy. I just had to smile at them provocatively and they were mine. I might not want them, but I've always had SOOOO many admirers. I guess that's what being the bloody saviour of the wizarding world will get you. Ginny and Hannah told me that in order to get any girl I want, I should shower her with gifts—send her roses and any other type of expensive sweets.

That I should do this with you.


You're not a girl...even if you do have all that pretty hair, so I'm not sure if it will work.

And I've never really done the whole romance thing, not even with Ginny. Even when I really like a girl, I'll never send her flowers or shower her with gifts. And when I go out with blokes, well then, I definitely have NEVER sent them flowers. Usually, I don't ever ring or owl them again. Unless, and this is a really big unless, there was mind-blowing sex involved.

In that case, any witch, wizard, Muggle or hell even magical creature would get his or her mind blown by the one and only HJP.

Occasionally, if there was a really really pretty girl that I wanted to shag again, then I would make an exception and break my rule, but she would have to be ridiculously fit.

And I mean ridiculously fit.

Even you aren't that fit. Never mind...I hate this journal.

x x x

I think I need to clear a few things up first. HJP has some rules that NEED to be followed: no exceptions.

I didn't always have these rules. Blimey—before the war, I used to be terrified of women. I desperately lacked in the romance department—my only real experience being with Cho and Ginny...and that one time with Hermione that I'm not supposed to speak of ever...


But after the war, everything changed.

I changed...


This is getting a little intense now. If I'm going to share all these *serious* thoughts then I'm going to need a drink or three.

[runs off to get a bottle of Firewhiskey and pours two glasses]


30 minutes and 4 glasses of Firewhiskey later...

Back to my rules...

Rule # 12: Never send flowers, sweets, or any other type of inappropriate presents after a date and definitely do not send them before even securing a first date.

I know that I skipped the first 12 rules, but this entry is already long enough. I'll talk about them another time when not so much Firewhiskey is involved.

The only exception to this rule is if ridiculous mind-altering sex was involved, but I'm not easily impressed. It takes a lot to blow my world because I am one fit bloke in more than one way.

Always well usually, blokes, girls, hell even married women send me flowers and gifts.

The rules always work.

But now, I'm going to break them.

I don't know if I trust Ginny and Hannah's advice, especially after what happened yesterday with you, but it's worth a shot. I don't want to think about yesterday. Hannah told me that I should compliment you. She said that it always makes her smile when Neville tells her she's pretty. I decided it to give it a try and use my Potter charm.

I failed miserably.


[bangs head down on journal and closes eyes]

I can still see it perfectly.

Yesterday afternoon...

I saw you walking by, strolling along so gracefully like you always do—and you just looked so delicious that I had to say something, do something.

Remember what Hannah said. Be nice and compliment him.

I attempted my best at casually walking into you, but it didn't go so well.

"Sorry about that Malfoy," I uttered, trying my best to act cool. I hoped that you wouldn't see the sweat droplets that I could feel building up on my forehead.

Just perfect.

Now you'll probably call me The-Boy-Who-Smelled or something.


Of course, you didn't seem particularly thrilled to see me.

"Oh Potter, it's you," you replied after what felt like hours.

You scrunched your nose a little, like you had just gotten a whiff of something rather foul.

Always the drama queen. I distinctly remember your father looking at me in the same manner. Perhaps it was just a Malfoy thing.

"I should've figured it was you, Potter. You need to watch where you are going you clumsy oaf. You valiant Gryffindorks are always in such a rush-"

"Hey, who are you calling an oaf, you inbred Slytherin tosser."

You froze and for a minute I could've sworn that I saw look of mild pain or perhaps it was just disgust flash behind your eyes. It was only fleeting though, the moment past too quickly and your cold, blank mask instantly slid back into place.

Oh Bollocks...did I just fuck up? Were you just teasing when you called me an oaf? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You know I don't speak arrogant Slytherin git. I was kidding too. Wasn't I?

Alright Harry, think. Think. You can fix this.

Compliment him now. NOW!

Just do something, before his gorgeous blond arse walks away from you. Again.

I had to stop you; if only I were better with words.

I ran shaky hands through my hair and smiled faintly. At least my hair seemed to be cooperating.

"Uh-uh just kidding, Malfoy. You're not an inbred Slytherin tosser, not lately anyway." I chuckled loudly, wincing at the ridiculous sound coming from my mouth. "What's a harmless joke between old school chums, right?"

I felt the verbal diarrhea continuously spew from my mouth, but I just couldn't stop it. I was making this so much worse. Why do I open my mouth?

"Right Potter, us old school mates, that's a good one."

You smirked slightly and then paused for a second while slightly biting the corner of your lower lip.

Oh fuck, I hate it when you do that. It makes me want to grab you and ravish you right here.

I could feel heat rushing to my face. God, I hope that I'm not blushing and more importantly that you don't notice. I smile at you again, weakly this time. I have to find a way to prolong this conversation.

You're Harry Potter, bloody saviour of the wizarding world and Hogwarts golden boy. Get yourself together.

And Gryffindors do not blush. Salvage this now.

"Look Potter, if there's nothing else, I think I'm going to go. I've got places to be you know. Pretty young things to debauch-"

I have no idea what you said next.

You probably mumbled some sort of goodbye because the next thing I knew, you were walking away from me. I really should have thought this through, but I didn't. I just let my instincts take over, and before you were out of my reach, I quickly grabbed the side of your cloak and spun you around to face me. I felt like I was back in fourth year at the Triwizard Tournament, desperately reaching for the golden egg with the dragon already there ready to strike at any moment.

At first I was afraid you were going to punch me, but instead you just regarded me coolly, through slightly narrowed but casual grey eyes. I'm not a fool though; I could see a distant fire blazing in the back of your eyes, making those usually light grey eyes, appear smoky. I knew that if I pushed you too far, even the supposedly redeemed Draco Malfoy, would put aside his manners and punch me square in the jaw.

You looked like you were about to respond, but I quickly interrupted.

"Sorry Malfoy, I just wanted to say that—that's a really nice cloak you have there. It looks really warm and um—waterproof—"

I hung my head in shame. Some compliment, you idiot.

You looked at me as though I had sprouted nine heads. Your grey eyes grew wide and no longer appeared menacing. The grey smoke had dispersed, leaving your eyes a clear tungsten colour instead. It was completely disconcerting.

"Right Potter, It's just like your cloak and everyone else's. It is a Ministry cloak after all—"

Oh Fuck. Obviously, I hadn't dug myself into a deep enough hole yet. I had to keep on talking.

"I know that. It's just that your cloak it looks blacker than mine and shiny. Is it new?"

You chuckled deeply and shook your head at me, hopefully in amusement rather than disgust.

"No, it's not new," you replied a slight smile playing on your lips. "I just have competent house-elves that's all. I'll take that as a compliment I suppose. Shiny indeed."

You paused again and that slight smile was no longer present on your perfect lips, instead you raised your eyebrows.

"Well, I'd say it's been a pleasure, but that would be a lie. It's been—I'll just leave it at that. See you tomorrow then, Potter."

You nodded your head slightly in my direction and walked away. I couldn't keep my eyes off your graceful figure, silently sauntering away. I could've sworn I saw you shake your arse at Silvia's new assistant on the way out.

No, I was probably just imagining things.

Your cloak is shiny. God, I'm an idiot.

I stomped back to my desk and threw myself into the comfortable leather chair.

"Margaret, get in here," I called to my assistant in a voice harsher than I had intended.

"Yes, Mr Potter?"

"Please get me a drink. Scotch on the rocks. Now."

Margaret looked at me curiously, but didn't question. It was obvious that it was an order and I always had competent assistants.

It was going to be a long evening.

Fucking Hannah.

I'm going to have a long chat with that girl.


[picks up his quill and begins writing again]

As I was saying, things didn't go so well when I followed Hannah's advice. I'm not sure why because I have never had trouble coming up with compliments and pick up lines before. Usually, they are my speciality. Unless I'm pissed of course.

Hell-even when I'm completely sloshed I usually manage to have better conversations then the disaster that happened yesterday. After all, I learned all my best lines from the best George Weasley. GW really knows how to get things done. Even though it took a tragedy to get us closer, I'm really glad we became mates. GW and I are almost closer than Ron and I. We at least have more in common because Ron is somewhat of a disaster. Even bloody Ron would have done better with you than I did yesterday. But this isn't about Ron.

I don't know what my problem is with you. I just get so incredibly nervous around you and revert back to being twelve years old. We were managing to hold a somewhat civil conversation and I had to bollocks it up.


Still, I refuse to give up. I'm going to fix things between us. I shouldn't be nervous. You are just another bloke, right?

Yes, soon enough I will have you eating out of the palm of my hand. You'll be mine. Just you wait...

Tomorrow step 1 of my plan goes into effect and everything will be right again. Once you see your presents, you'll be throwing yourself at my feet.

I hope.

Until tomorrow journal...


Author's note: So, what did everyone think? What do you think of playboy!Harry/slutHarry? I know it's really out of character of him, but I figured George helped corrupt him. He needed to have some fun after all the shit he's been through. It's also rather amusing that he is or at least pretends to be ultra confident with everyone but Malfoy of course.

* Let me know if you like the h/d scene and I'll make sure to break up the journal entries in the future with more memories or office interaction. I'm open to suggestions as to what Harry should name his super secret seduction plan...lol. If anyone has any ideas for that let me know. Also, I plan on writing a lot of these entries, so if there is any type of scene or awkward rejection scene that someone wants to see between Harry and Malfoy let me know. I'm definitely open to feedback and requests as to what you want to see. Thanks for reading.