To everyone has reviewed this so far.. THANKYOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! And for everyone who complained about the cliffhanger all I can say is HARHARHARHARHAR.. Sorry, I knew it was evil when I did it and I'd do it again too! (Muhahahahahaha) but seriously thank you all SO much. nothing aids inspiration like encouragement! :D And also HUGE thanks to my LJ and Yahoo group whom I've recently pestered for smutty phrases to be used in later chapters! Thanks guys, you all ROCK! So without further ado. Part Three (bows)



Part Three: 'Trust Me, I'm a Gryffindor.'


"And kissing my neck helps you hide 'how' Malfoy?" he purred.

Outraged, Draco stiffened and pulled away from a smirking and smug Harry, forgetting to remain within the concealing limits of the cloak in his fury.

" Fuck you Potter!" he spat, face twisting further in anger as the cloak swung down as he retreated, reducing Harry to nothing more than a vague blurring of the wall behind him once more. Harry sniggered at the colour that rushed into Malfoy's face summoned both through anger and the stupidity he felt at seemingly yelling at no one.

"Don't fucking laugh at me, Scar-face!" Malfoy spluttered, yanking blindly at where he knew the cloak to be, his efforts revealing an amused but annoyed Harry beneath.

"Oh good work Malfoy," Harry drawled, mimicking Draco's usual mocking tone, "raised voice, fucking 'snatching' my cloak off me.... yeah, they'll never find us this way."

"Fuck you!" Malfoy growled and Harry smirked again, enjoying his newfound feeling of superiority and righteousness over the prince of Slytherin. "Y'know that's the second time you've said that in as many minutes Malfoy, I'm starting to think you want me to."

Loud voices were heard somewhere nearby and Malfoy tensed, his expression hunted as his eyes flickered towards the door once more. "Want you to what?" He ground out harshly, ears on the verge of pricking as he listened closely for the sounds of impending Gryffindors, jumping as Harry laughed, a quick burst of sound before he stepped close, too close.

"To fuck you 'Draco'." He hissed, mouth mere inches from his young nemesis' ear, "To fuck you."

Draco decided he had two options. One: He could spit in Potter's face, grind him into the floor, write rude words in his freshly spilt blood then insult his friends and family. Two: He could insult Potters friends and family, spit in his face, grind him into the floor then write rude words in his freshly spilt blood. He was still trying to decide between the two when he grabbed him by the front of his robes and slammed him backwards into the wall.

"You muggle-loving, fucking deformed, parentless, stupid haired..." Whatever nice sentiment had been about to follow this tirade was abruptly halted as Harry reacted to the comment about his parents by latching onto the front of Malfoy's robes, dragging him the extra inch or so upwards to look directly into his eyes.

"If you 'ever'" Harry ground out between clenched teeth and whitened lips "say 'anything' about my parents again, if you so much as 'sneer' when they are mentioned just one more time Malfoy, I will take this wand and shove it so far up your p-hole you'll wish I'd have snapped it off for you instead."

He tightened his fists in Malfoy's Robes, drawing him the extra inch closer, pulling him off balance so that Draco was forced to brace one hand upon the wall above them just to keep from toppling into Harry's hate filled gaze. "I'm sorry." Malfoy's lips barely moved, his eyes never left those of the Gryffindor before him yet somehow the words made their way to Harry's ears.

Surprise loosened Harry's hold an instant before the door flew open, the reduction in fury letting Draco slip down slightly, the slight height difference causing him to tilt his head upwards in order to hold Harry's pleasantly shocked gaze. Why exactly he felt the need to keep the Gryffindorks nearsighted eyes locked with his, Malfoy let slip him by as he let the somewhat more perplexing problem of his 'actual' state of sorriness sweep over him, a rather new sensation to the boy who people joked had had his conscience removed at birth.

Before he could finish his puzzled ponderings or momentarily marvel at the sheer stupidity of the author's alliterations, he realised that Harry was no longer staring at him, but gazing, deer-like, at a point over his shoulder. He began to turn his head slowly, only to have Harry's hand shoot up and clasp him firmly about his jaw. "Do you trust me?" He whispered, lips barely moving.

Draco considered his answer carefully. This was the hope of Hogwarts he was dealing with, the saviour of the wizarding world, the boy who literally had hero stamped across his forehead. He couldn't be anymore the stereotypical 'good guy' if he'd ridden in on a white horse and vowed to rid Hogwarts of all its plagues by sundown. There was, Draco felt, only one correct answer to the Boy Wonders question. "Hell no."

To his credit, Harry looked amused by Draco's response and Draco felt an answering tug at his mouth as Harry shrugged, eyes sparkling again, his anger dissipated completely as he dealt his trump card.

"Hello Hermione."

Draco winced, turning his head enough to see Granger poised in the doorway, wand directed towards them, eyes wide as she took in Harry's clasp on his clothes, their proximity to each other and perhaps most damning of all, Draco's hand braced on the wall over Harry's head.

Hermione surveyed the two now blushing boys before her, breathing heavily at the wealth of opportunity available to her. The original plan had been exactly the same as everyone else's, seek out the two and demand a repeat performance. But now it occurred to her that, as the only student (or at least the only conscious or sentient one) aware of Harry's cloak, she had been the only one smart enough to double check his room so, surely, shouldn't she be the only one to watch them? She licked her lips, wiping her brow with the hand that wasn't fixedly pointing her wand at the two hot young wizards.

"If either of you even think of trying to escape I'll hex you all the way into next week." She growled, not surprisingly unscary despite her obviously rampaging hormones.

His eyes still firm on Hermione, Draco found Potters mouth directly by his ear. "Still not willing to trust me? I can get us out of this." "Hell. No." Draco hissed, focused on the wand pointed at him. "Wuss." Harry growled back softly. "She won't get us, I promise." Draco snorted. "Oh gee Potter, if you 'promise' then I guess that's just dandy."

Harry sighed long sufferingly and Malfoy did his best to ignore the odd shivers the small puff of air against his lobe gave him.

"Ok Malfoy, one: Sarcasm really is the lowest form of wit... therefore I'm not surprised but two: must I remind you that as a 'fucking Gryffindor' my word is my fucking bond, alright?" Draco's head shot round and he was vaguely aware of Hermione squeaking excitedly, under the impression they were about to lock lips. "Screw you Potter, I'm the one she's really got that wand pointed at so forgive me if I need just a little more persuasion than 'I Promise' to make me risk this perfect ass, ok?"

Potters eyes darkened significantly for the second time that evening and Hermione gasped, stepping forward, hoping for another steamy snog session, whimpering slightly as she watched Harry whispering, low yet urgently to Malfoy.

"Look you narcissistic, over groomed, over gelled, over bearing twat, I'm a Gryffindor," His eyes burned with a kind of pride only experienced by those fortunate enough to be utterly convinced of their identity in ways such as pulling an ancient sword belonging to the greatest of all wizards from a moth-eaten hat. "A Gryffindors promise is sacrosanct. Our word is our bond. I 'promise' you no harm will come to you. Alright?"

Draco's eyes had glazed over slightly at Harry's quiet yet fervent tone. There was no denying there was something about the guy that made you want to believe in him when he spoke that way, all impassioned and resolute. He briefly wondered if he ever practiced it in front of the mirror before blinking his way back into their hushed conversation. "Alright Potty," he hissed, "but this'd better be good." Harry smiled wickedly, making Draco wish he could retract his words as the reputed heir of Gryffindor pressed his lips tightly to the Slytherins ear. "Oh it will be," he murmured, "Just be ready to hold on... tight." With that Harry stepped away from the wall, spinning Draco against it as he did so.

"Don't Move!! I'll hex you!" Hermione screamed, furious that she'd let her heated imaginings distract her from watching the two young wizards. Harry turned to look over his shoulder at her, his mouth twisted appealingly into a sexy half smile.

"What's the matter Herm?" He asked, cupping Draco's jaw in one palm as the other flattened out to hold him fast against the stone. "Don't you want to watch?"

Draco and Hermione squeaked in unison as Harry purred these last words and Draco flushed at the purely predatory glint in Harry's eye.

"Ummm," was all he managed before Harry proceeded to pin him to the wall with his hips and tongue, flickering adeptly at the corners of his mouth until Draco found himself parting his lips to allow Harry greater access. As Harry moaned into the kiss, Draco was vaguely aware of another whimper over the rushing sound of his blood. He urgently hoped it wasn't him, knowing it was possible as he seemed to have lost control of his motor skills.... it certainly hadn't been his idea to cling to Harry's chest with one hand and fist the other into his soft dark hair, his tongue battling furiously against his rivals in a much more primitive challenge than Quidditch had ever offered.

Suddenly another figure appeared in the still open doorway, causing Hermione to shriek and Harry and Draco to tear their lips apart. Harry blinked through apparently steamy glasses as Draco focused on the person swaying in the doorway.

"Gggggggggggghhuuuuuuuhhhhhh?" Ron said, and passed out.

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Harry had a plan. It wasn't a great plan, it wasn't even a good plan and Harry was fairly certain that the second Draco discovered what the plan entailed he'd hex him where he stood. The main problem was, aside from the sheer, overall 'bad-ness' of the plan itself, Harry realised, was that Harry simply could not think clearly with Draco's tongue intertwined with his own and his body pressed against his. Fortunately for our young hero, at the precise moment Harry realised he could think of nothing but how he was actually kissing Draco Malfoy, our young hero's loyal sidekick appeared in the doorway, saw how Harry was actually kissing Draco Malfoy and promptly lost consciousness.

Tearing his lips from his supposed arch rivals, Harry took a moment to feel pride in his choice of best mate. Even unconscious, Ron had provided the distraction needed. He glanced over to Hermione who, overwhelmed by her second front row viewing of the night, had sat down heavily on Ron's bed, wand dangling limply from her hand. She'd jumped at Ron's unexpected reappearance in this tale, preparing to dash over and lock whoever the interloper in or out and then continue with the evening's entertainment and, in doing so, allowed her wand to slip unnoticed onto Ron's bedcovers.

Spying their best chance, Harry yanked Draco from his position on the wall, trying desperately not to notice the Slytherins kiss-moistened lips. Grabbing his wand from his desk and throwing open the door to his cupboard, Harry dragged Draco with him to the windows. "Still trust me?" He panted as the adrenaline pumped in his veins, due, perhaps, more to his companion than to the situation. Draco gulped, still baffled by Harry's somewhat passionate tactics, before nodding.

"Good," Harry murmured, grabbing his cloak from the floor and wrapping it and his arms tightly about the other Wizard. "Hold on tight Draco," he grinned, "It's a long way down."

Before Draco had a chance to do more than go white with shock and then pink with arousal as Harry hauled him closer, Harry pointed at the windows with his wand. "Aloha Mora!"

"No!" Hermione screamed, more in anguish over their imminent escape rather than it's actual happening, snatching up her wand and rushing for the window.

Draco caught his breath as Harry pressed a quick kiss to his lips, "I promise." He whispered as Draco found himself slipping into the deep green gaze before everything went black as Harry leapt out the window, dragging Draco with him as they fell, tumbling into the waiting darkness.

Notes: T.B.C *Oh come on. you know I won't kill them so stop glaring at me. plus Harry promised no harm would come to Draco and even if you don't trust me you 'have' to trust Harry ;) *