Disclaimer ; I own nothing but the plot.

Warnings ; SLASH.

Summary; In which Draco attempts to seduce the ever elusive Harry Potter. The only problem is, Harry's already got plan thwarting lover.

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"Look at them, Blaise," Draco sneered, eyes locked on the Gryffindor table. Blaise gave him an uninterested snort, finding his dinner much more interesting than Draco's little infatuation with the Golden Boy. He never said it out loud, for fear of Draco's wrath at calling his feelings for Harry Potter 'little'.

After all, Draco was convinced that what they had was love. He didn't seem to understand that it was one-sided.

He looked over at the blonde, spoon raised half way into his mouth, and paused. Draco had a look in his eye. That was never good. His eyes gleamed with a malicious sparkle and his grin looked menacing. "I'm going to make Potty mine."

Blaise spluttered out his soup, spraying it all over Pansy Parkinson and the new robes she had been bragging about to Theodore. Ignoring her outraged call, Blaise stared wide eyed at the smug blond. "You're an idiot. A stupid, stupid idiot," Blaise shook his head, wondering how Draco was going to pull anything off with Potter's over possessive boyfriend breathing down his neck.

"Watch me, Blaise, he'll be head over heels when I'm through," Draco whispered, eyes taking in Potter's slim form almost obsessively. "You know what?" Draco turned bright eyes to Blaise. "I'm going to start now." Draco got up fluidly, robs billowing around him as he walked briskly to the other side of the hall.

Blaise buried his head in his hands, feeling a headache coming on. Draco was dead, oh, he was so dead. He started planning Draco's funeral. Both body and heart . . . and soul.

Gasps echoed in the hall, and Blaise' head snapped up. His eyes widened dramatically and he didn't have to look around to know everyone was in the same state. For at the Gryffindor table, Draco had his lips planted firmly onto Harry Potter's. His arms were wound tight around the smaller boy's waist and Potter was halfway off the bench having been pulled up forcefully by the blonde.

No one noticed the Hufflepuff that stood behind Draco, a thunderous expression on his handsome face. No one noticed the hand that gripped Draco's shoulder, pulling him back and socking him right on his nose. Well, not until Draco started screaming bloody murder at said Hufflepuff. His eyes blazed as he glared at an equally enraged Cedric Diggory. "Hands off, Malfoy," Cedric growled, hands curled, ready to let another fist loose.

Draco, instead of normal people, stood up straight, and even though he was shorter than the bronze haired male, looked intimidating. "Jealous, Diggory? Upset that little Potty didn't push me away?" He smirked that infuriating Malfoy smirk that looked arrogant and superior despite the bloody nose and shot a seductive glance at Harry, who still hadn't gotten over the shock at being kissed by a Malfoy. Cedric's fist's tightened at the look.

He took Malfoy by his collar, anger heightened at the indifferent look Malfoy was giving him, pulled a fist back—

"Cedric Diggory!" His head snapped to the door's of the Great Hall. Minerva McGonagall was not someone to piss off.

He dropped Malfoy, and lowered his eyes. He was prefect and he wanted nothing on his permanent record. "Why, Mister Diggory, I expected better of you," she reprimanded. "A prefect caught fist fighting? Why I never."

He heard Malfoy give a soft laugh and he glared at the blonde, but a smirk was his only response.

"You as well, Mister Malfoy. I expected much, much better," She tsked loudly. The hall was still silent, eyes all focused on them. Cedric fidgeted, he never liked the limelight. Draco on the other hand, looked to be sucking it all up.

"Come along, then. The two of you will be serving detention for the rest of the week," she glared at the two of them.

Before being whisked away by McGonagall to what he assumed would be hell on earth, Harry finally snapped out his shock. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Cedric's arm. "Professor, Cedric was only protecting my—" Harry looked for the right word. "—virtue," He settled for that. Though Cedric knew it must've been a blow to his manly pride at sounding like such a damsel in distress.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the action. Potter was supposed to be by his side. Not Cedric Fucking Diggory. No matter, he would bid his time, and in the end, he'd be the one Potter was looking at with such adoring green eyes.

McGonagall sighed. "It's no excuse, Mister Potter," she turned her gaze towards Draco and Cedric. "Come along, boys," she turned on her heel and swept out of the hall.

Cedric glared at Malfoy once more before pulling Harry close and kissed him—hard. The hall ooh-ed and ah-ed, all waiting for the Slytherin Prince's reaction. They got none, for Draco was already out the door.

They slumped in their seats, obviously hoping for a more successful and exciting fist fight. But really, everything that had already happen tonight was more drama they were used to.

Cedric released Harry, but not before Harry could give him an apologetic kiss, sweet and chaste and so very Harry. Cedric smiled and gave a reassuring one back, making unwanted spectators sigh dreamily.

He then walked after Draco, constantly glaring. Draco looked smug—happy even, despite being socked by Diggory and later sent to detention, for he saw what no one else did. Potter hadn't stopped touching his lips the entire time.

And that was enough to reassure Draco that he had more than just a passing chance.

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Draco slumped out the detention room, tired and cranky and upset. Not only was Diggory a total bore, he was a real tosser when pissed.

Maybe he shouldn't have made out with his boyfriend in the hall—Draco snorted. It was the best thing he'd ever done. Potter tasted so sweet, and fit in his arms so snugly. His body felt hardened, no doubt from all those Quidditch practices, yet so soft. Draco shivered, eyes darkening in lust.

Oh, he'd have Harry Potter.

. . . As soon as he got rid of Diggory.

His eyes caught Diggory heading to the Gryffindor common rooms, and his eyes of lust turned into a hateful glare. Diggory didn't deserve Potter. He didn't deserve soft whispers and loving touches. He didn't deserve kind glances and beauty laid before him.

No, Draco deserved all those things. He deserved everything Potter could give. He had loved the green eyed teen the longest, the strongest and he asked for nothing in return.

Until now.

He followed Diggory, casting an Disillusionment Charm to hide himself as he sneaked into the Gryffindor common room after the older teen. Potter was sitting by the fire, eyes pensive when he caught sight of Cedric. He patted the seat next to him, inviting Cedric to sit. They got comfortable, with Cedric's arm around Harry and the green eyed teen's head comfortable on a broad shoulder, eyes closed. They sat silently, staring into the fire, neither aware of the sharp eyes that had settle on them.

"Cedric?" Harry kept his gaze on the fire, biting his lip. A habit that showed he was nervous, and Cedric knew that. The seventh year prefect tightened his hold. If this was about Malfoy—"Yeah?" He prompted. He felt Harry take his course hand, and caressed it, feeling the rough palms and fingers. Cedric shivered.

"What are you doing after graduation?" Harry paused, furrowing his brows. "Are we—" Cedric laughed, startling him. He felt his boyfriend burry his face into his hair, and he grew a bit offended. It really wasn't funny, here he was worried and upset and all Cedric did was laugh at him? He tried to get up, but Cedric pulled him back, his eyes apologetic. "Harry," he said. "I'm not going to just up and leave," he gave Harry a peck on the lips.

"I wouldn't—couldn't—" his grey eyes were suddenly so intense that he felt himself heat up. Cedric leaned in closer, and Harry closer his eyes, ready to lean in the rest of the way—

THUMP.

He opened his eyes again. "Cedric?" "Ow." A tome had landed heavily onto Cedric's head and he appeared to be out of it. Harry was sure that if this were a cartoon, Cedric would have had those annoying stars spinning around his head. Muggles were just so creative.

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TBC.

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