Chapter 1

If there was a man that could kill with a stare, that would be Draco Malfoy. His stormy eyes held a grudge beyond human reason as his knuckles turned whiter than ever before, clenching at the wooden surface of his desk.

"Bloody Hell, what's with this guy again? I mean I'm not afraid of him or anything, but he is doing it for four days now!" Ron had a really bad temper when it came to Malfoy and his ways to spice up a day. But this time Harry seemed to be awfully amused by the situation, and Ron's temper was getting worse day by day, not quite following this little "game".

"Don't look at him Ron. I surely am not." His grin was twitching in the corners of his lips though, and the serious remark lost all meaning. "What have you done Harry, to get him so freakin' going? He's almost throwing death curses all over the place!!Just tell me already!"

Harry turned his head and chanced a glimpse at Malfoy, who hadn't torn his eyes away for him.

"It's nothing really. You know how Malfoy can be. I have simply-a pause to grin at the blonde-been sabotaging his Filters class. A little payback for all the mess he's made out of many of my days. Snape is not really pleased, but I certainly feel like it."

"You so have NOT! That is so NOT like you. Wait until Hermione hears about this! Man you're in for a loot of trouble!" However, Ron sounded amused as well.

"Do not breathe a word to her. Not until I say I'm done with him"

"Done-with-him?" Ron studied Harry's face, and deciding he wouldn't get another word out of him today, looked back at Malfoy, and down to his notes. "Now this is gonna be a hard week" he thought and ignored a shiver that run down his spine. "Damn that jerk!"

Chapter 2: I'm going to get you, you know…

Harry hated nothing more than a late class.

He had promised to meet Ron and Hermione in the common room after he got himself clean of Quidditch training sweat. He pushed the door to the showers with a tired sigh. This week had been rough, with all the training, the late classes and an intimidating Malfoy. He was beginning to doubt teasing the boy did him any good. He couldn't refuse he felt a strange feverish rush by the trails of the other's burning stares, an excitement at bringing him so close to exploding. Of course Malfoy couldn't be sure it was him jerking around with his potions, but he had a very strong feeling the Slitherin did not need that certainty to punch Harry into a bloody mass.

He opened the water and let it flow lukewarm on his tired body. He was far too spent to hear the sound of the door opening, or the one of sneaky footsteps on the cold tiles of the showers. Harry felt his mind invaded and images being forced into his head. He saw pink lips and silver hair, grey eyes and delicate fingers, all entwined on him in a dance, a dance that burned his head and melted his body, felt himself harden beyond his will, as images of small lips blew on his ear and licked on its shell ."I'm going to get you, you know" the blond demon breathed, and he melted away, dropped to a pulp on the cold floor of the bathroom,with his breath hitched and his body roughly awoken.

"What a show Potter. And I haven't moved a finger"

Malfoy was towering above his form now, smiling an evil grin. Harry had his back to him, a numb hand rested on the wall of the shower, and the other on the wet floor. Shaken and unable to form words in between pants, he said nothing. What had THAT been? It should have been a part of the mind spell. He would not have hardened by the images alone! He hated Malfoy , for Merlin's sake! Then what was his body doing responding to that??

The blond boy knelt behind him under the running water and pressed his clothed body on his naked form, making him whimper in denial of the new wave of heat this was bringing to his body. Malfoy grabbed his dark hair roughly and pushed him back to rest to the crook of his neck. Harry closed his eyes, not wanting so see himself in the silver orbs. Draco leaned against his ear and stayed silent for what seemed like centuries. Then brought out one perfect tongue, and licked the shell of Harry's ear painfully slow. Harry's mouth dropped open, and a moan escaped his lips at the watery touch. He was fully erect now, his manhood throbbing like a tortured animal. He felt like prey to a dragon. And the dragon was breathing hell in his ear.

"Cat got your tongue, Potter?" Malfoy's husky voice caressed his neck, a threatening edge on it becoming obvious.

"Get…a-way from me" Harry managed to get out.

"Oh but I plan to. Just after you taste THAT" and the Slytherin forced the contents of an ampoule down his throat, grasping his jaw with unnecessary strength. Harry winced and tried to jerk away, but the blonds' hold on him was too hard to break, especially in the state he was in. Malfoy forced his mouth shut and let their faces slide along each other, their wet hair dripping the by now cold water. He caressed the helpless' boy's cheek with his pale lips. Harry felt shaken. He couldn't think straight anymore, and wanted to scream at Malfoy and demand an answer about what was that he had just gotten down, but he stayed there, trembling and forcing his eyes shut harder, as if that would make it end.

"You will come to me, time and time again. Beg for me, cry for me. It's over, your little game, for this time, my potion was right on target. Enjoy."

And he left Harry fall to the floor, trying to gather himself and get the damned potion out of his body to no avail. "What the fuck did you do, you bastard?!What did you do to me?" he yelled, but he was answered by a bang from the closing door, and the sound of the cold water dripping.