Chapter-5

Potter, can I have a word?

"Potter, can I have a word?" Draco calls the messy-haired boy-who-lived and Potter stops in his tracks.

"Malfoy, he is already upset. Just let him be." Weasley, ever the loyal friend snarls at him.

And all I did was call him. Draco thinks and watches bemused.

"Give it a rest Ron. Let's just- I skipped dinner last night and I am starving." Potter speaks, his voice tight and his back stiff. Potter's eyes are pointedly turned away from Draco and Granger who is looking at Potter intervenes, "Yes, Ron, let's leave."

"Potter, I want to speak to you." Draco repeats and he keeps his voice gentle. He had been shocked when Potter had wrapped his arms around Draco abruptly yesterday and he had reacted harshly. Perhaps he shouldn't have. Later when he sat down and thought about it, he realized that Potter's eyes had looked completely devastated on realizing that the Weasley chit had been dating him polyjuiced as him.

"Well, I don't." Potter replies curtly and Draco sighs, "Look-"

"Ron, Hermione, please go ahead and save a seat for me. I will be there in a minute or two." Potter speaks politely and Draco snaps at him, "They must know what-"

"If you want your face punched and broken, Malfoy, be my guest. I will tell them when I have to. You will keep your pretty little arse away from my matters."

Potter practically growls at him, fury emanating out of him in waves. His eyes are blazing and if Draco had expected a confession of undying love, he was sorely mistaken. Potter's eyes are firm and detached. The intensity of love that Draco had witnessed in the boy's eyes yesterday has all but vanished.

Draco had relied on Potter's feelings to get something into his thick skull but now he does not know how to proceed.

"Mate what is it?"

"Harry, please come on. We must leave." Granger quips and Potter shakes his head firmly, his eyes on Granger's intelligent ones. The girl is too intelligent for her own good. She is already trying to work out everything just by staring at Potter and him.

"Just go ahead. I will handle this and be there in a jiffy." Potter replies politely. The boy is being too polite, in Draco's opinion.

A second later, his best friends turns around to leave but not before glaring at Draco one last time. Granger just looks curiously at him though. The death glare belongs to the Weasel.

"What do you want Malfoy? Haven't you humiliated me enough yesterday. Come to do it again?" Potter's eyes are blazing again. The thing that shocks Draco is that Potter's wand is out and pointed at him now.

"If you think that I would let you manipulate me just because I fell in love with someone polyjuiced as you, you are sorely mistaken. I would suggest you to leave me alone. I am not a person you want to mess with."

The threats are as fake as Potter's angry demeanor is. Potter is angry but not at him and Draco is sure that he won't curse him.

"Potter." Draco speaks slowly and then continues in a kind voice, "Look. We have to listen to what the Dark lord has to say. It is quite possible that it is in your favor. Yesterday he came back and -"

Potter holds a hand in front of him and cuts him off rudely, "I don't care. Once a bastard. Always a bastard. Actually, all of you are bastards. Just leave me alone otherwise I will make your life a hell."

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He is sexy. That's the first thing that crosses Harry's mind when Malfoy scoffs and starts walking ahead of him towards the great hall. He has a magnificent arse. Polyjuiced or not, Harry wants to fuck that arse. Ginny tried to act like Malfoy and she did succeed initially.

But Malfoy is Malfoy and Harry can see the differences in fake Draco and Malfoy who is striding in front of him, his arse swaying as he walks. He is graceful and as sexy as hell and Harry's eyes rove from his legs to thighs to arse and land on his face that is turned around to look at him. Malfoy's cheeks are tinged red and Harry realizes that he is licking his lips continuously as if licking his way from his beautiful legs to his tight arse.

Harry's lips upturn in a smirk slowly and he murmurs, "Believe me Malfoy, you don't want me in your close proximity. Polyjuced or not, I did fuck that arse of yours, that tight, pert arse. Trust me, you don't want to mock me-"

"I am not mocking you Potter and-" Malfoy returns the smirk and strides close to Harry, his cheeks normal once again. Suddenly, they are standing very close to each other and there is very little gap between them.

"If you think-" Malfoy whispers, his tongue between his teeth. Harry wants to pull that biting tongue in his mouth but it retreats inside that beautiful mouth and Malfoy continues, "-that I am scared of you, you are sorely mistaken. You might be the great and terrifying boy-who-lived for everyone but you are only Potter to me, silly and rash."

This being said, Malfoy backs off and walks away from Harry. Harry is left in the middle of the corridor, his heart-beats erratic and his cheeks flushed with desire for this beautiful creature.

Once Malfoy closes the door of the great hall behind him, despair that Harry had thought had left him alone makes a comeback and his heart aches once again for something he never had.

Right now, he hates Ginny so much. He needs answers and he needs them now. With firm determination, he walks towards the Gryffindor table. His eyes turn furious as they land on Ginny. The red head is sitting across Ron.

He resumes walking, his stride quick and confident.

"Ginny." He snaps at the girl and her hand that had been about to pick some mashed potatoes for herself freezes.

"Mate. What's the matter?" Instead of Ginny, Ron asks him, his blue eyes surprised and Hermione turns to look at Harry as well. Harry ignores them and concentrates on Ginny.

"Ginny. I need to talk to you. Please come along." He mutters sharply and the entire hall becomes silent.

"I am eating-" She starts and he cuts her off, "You can eat later. Please come along." before turning around and walking out of the great hall. He knows that she is following him slowly and he also knows that his best friends are following him as well. He had wanted to spare Ron but if he wants to hear it, then so be it.

Harry really couldn't care less.

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Severus rubs his forehead tiredly as he watches Potter stomp out of the hall. First, Ginevra, then his minions and then his own godson follow him. He knows what the dark Lord desires and he knows of a way to achieve it.

It's risky but then, time travel is bound to be risky. What they are about to do can change everything. It's possible that Lily and Potter end up being alive when they return. That is why it's illegal. But it is necessary because if they don't do this and this temporary phase when the dark lord finally wants to stop terrorizing the wizarding population passes, then there will be no way out.

He has a very strong feeling that he will have to talk to Potter himself if he wants to achieve anything at all because Potter is most certainly not going to talk to Draco about anything.

"Severus, my boy... what do you plan to do?" Albus asks him and Severus wipes his hands with his napkin before standing up and following Potter himself. He is pretty sure that he will find both boys snapping at each other just outside the portrait of the fat lady.

Resisting the urge to shake his head in exasperation, he walks towards the door, his robes swishing behind him.

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