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 ;) *Part 4: Shut The F*** Up and Ki... Mmm.

(Previously on the 'Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy gettin' it on Sometime Soon' Show)


Draco caught his breath as Harry pressed a quick kiss to his lips, "I promise." He whispered and 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.

Draco Malfoy was, to his great pride, one of that lucky sort of people who know precisely what to do in a crisis -- Panic, and let everyone else take care of you.

Sadly, Draco found himself unable to indulge his usual practice of shrieking like a five year old exceptionally girly girl faced with a creepy crawly of any type as he found himself lulled into an odd sense of safety by the tingling of his lips, the odd timbre of his companion's voice as they'd tumbled out into the night, and the odd flashes of colour before his eyes. Green, black, gold, black, green, black, green, gold, green, black, black, black...green. The odd permeating sense of calm dissipated as Draco realised that the slowly ebbing golden glow came from the flare of the Gryffindor dorm lights, punctuating their exit into the night. Green (Potter), black (night), Potter, night, Potter, night, green, black, green, black.

The gold was disappearing faster and faster which, quite reasonably, Draco assumed meant that they were plummeting closer to the ground, still helpfully masked by night. As Draco opened his mouth to finally release his trademark girly scream, his eyes began to roll back wildly (for maximum melodramatic effect) and he looked about him into the steadily increasing night as it prepared to swallow both he and the infernal 'Pratt Who Lived'. But as his eyes rolled they caught onto the bright, astigmatic green gaze of the Pratt himself.

Harry's eyes shone like the dreaded Aveda Kedavra curse itself as he thrust upwards and out with the arm not wrapped around Draco, his wand brandished high like a lightning rod, threw his head back and shouted, "Accio Firebolt!"

There was a sudden whooshing sound and for a moment Harry flailed, arm flexing madly in the now whistling breeze that passed them as they hurtled yet closer to earth before, with a bone-jarring jolt, they stopped. Draco's eyes widened at their sudden halt, glancing upwards to where Harry now clenched white knuckles about the much polished handle of his Firebolt, leaving them both dangling, gratifyingly stationary, in the air. Air rushed from the young Slytherin's lungs in a great burst of relief, catching suddenly in his throat in consternation as he caught the evil look on Harry's face. The Gryffindor smirked, having noticed his rival's now significantly relieved and trusting grasp on his robes, a somewhat terrifyingly 'Fred and George' grin appearing on the brunettes face.

"S'long Malfoy," He purred and released his death grip on the Slytherin.

Malfoy fell into the darkness below.... for all of six feet before landing with a loud 'ooof' and a string of exceptionally ingenious curses all aimed at everyone's favourite Gryffindor.

Harry chuckled, swinging his legs up to loop carelessly about the handle, his other hand relaxing to let him dangle, grinning like an overly smug, mischievous Bat with constant bed hair, directly in front of a now very, very pissed off and naturally vindictive Malfoy. Bad idea. Bad 'bad' idea. Grabbing Harry by the afore mentioned constant bed hair that, Draco suddenly and sickeningly remembered, was in its current state of disarray due to his own flexing, fevered fingers during Harry's little 'distraction.'

The softness of said hair was the reason for what followed, Draco rationalised. Had it not been such an appalling reminder of the humiliating debacle mere minutes previous to this moment then all he would have done was yank on the annoying git's hair till he fell. What he did, however, was fist his hand into the dark, silken locks and twist, pulling hard enough to make Harry squeak with pain and drop gracelessly to the ground beside Malfoy, whose hand still residing in Harry's hair, twisted upwards, letting gravity do its worst as Harry yelped again.

"Hey!" Harry yelled dragging himself to his feet and glaring through slightly watering eyes at the now, and likely forevermore, smirking Draco Malfoy. "What the fuck did you do that for, you fucking ferret, I just saved your fucking ass, you asshole!"

Draco, if possible, smirked more. "My, that was eloquently put Pot-head, but need I point out that you also dropped me on the ass you purport to have saved?"

"Purport to have saved???? Fuck you, I just saved both our asses and if I had to do it again I'd drop from a hell of a lot higher!!" Harry's eyes brimmed with righteous fury and for a brief moment Draco could almost believe the past hour had not happened. Or at least he could until he heard Hermione's shrill scream floating to them on the breeze.

"There!! Down there! They're outside, quickly come on!"

Draco shuddered at the rabid tone of desperation in her voice, turning to Harry as the Firebolt flew obediently to his outstretched palm.

"C'mon Potter, we've got to go! It sounds like your pet Mudblood's on route and bringing friends so let's..." The rest of Draco's sentence fled his mind as a now highly irate Potter hauled Draco up onto his toes and into his face for the second time that evening.

"Take. It. Back.", Harry snarled, teeth a white slash of colour in his dark face, his lips having pulled back in fury as Draco stared, dumfounded by the ire in that emerald gaze.

"Get the fuck off me Potty," Malfoy spat in return, hating the odd surge of his blood. "We don't have time for the appropriate awe struck thankyous for your 'amazing' death defying rescue of poor little me so let's just take our fucking hands off my fucking robes and try a little personal space now, huh? Because... Oomph!"

Draco found himself pressed hard against the walls of the Gryffindor tower for the second time that night with the well toned, nicely trim figure of Harry Potter trying to imbed himself into his skin in abject fury and before Draco had a chance to squelch the thought, he realised the sensation was more than not wholly unpleasant. This, naturally, had all the effect of a red rag to a bull whose wife left him for afore mentioned red rag and needs a caffeine fix.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING SCARFACE BEFORE I SHOVE THAT BROOMSTICK UP YOUR ASS!" Draco yelled into the already screaming face of Harry.

"FUCKING TAKE IT BACK YOU FUCKING UNBEARABLE TWAT! YOU'VE GOT NO FUCKING RIGHT TO TALK THAT WAY ABOUT HERMIONE AND I SWEAR TO MERLIN IF YOU CALL HER A MUDBLOOD JUST ONE MORE TIME I'LL..."

Both Harry and Malfoy stopped, realising that neither had heard the other through their little screaming match, both breathing hard, chests pushing against each other in unison as they each paused, panting.

"If you call Hermione a Mudblood again, Malfoy, I SWEAR I'll make you live to regret it," Harry wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue and Malfoy pressed closer, hissing as his eyes followed the movement,

"Oh, you'll do what Potter? Be my best friend and never leave my side? I think that would be fucking punishment enough for life, but then it's not going to be a problem because if you don't back the fuck off I'm going to hurt you so bad that stupid scar's going to look like a love bite."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Really."

"You think?"

"I know."

For the supposed two greatest rivals of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the previous few lines of dialogue seemed somewhat sadly lacking. However, as each was muttered with a rapidly decreasing decibel level and increasing proximity level, I think it's fair to say we can forgive the boys for this slip in their usual witty repartee for the sheer enjoyment factor of seeing the two practically whispering into each others mouths, gazes locked, voices no more than soft, harsh murmurs.

"I fucking hate you, Potter."

"Feeling's mutual, Malfoy."

"So?"

"So what?"

"So're you going to do something about it?"

"I plan to."

"Good."

"Good."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Potter."

"Malfoy?"

"Shut the fuck up and ki.... mmmmmmmmm."

Harry obeyed Malfoy with a speed and willingness neither boy lingered over, both whimpering as Harry's tongue shot out to silence Draco by running its tip across the open seam of his lips, seeking entrance more than silence. Draco's blood roared in his ears, his inner 'Malfoy' doing the same in his head, pointing out that no spell or distraction had spawned this abomination, and that mewling like a kitten into Harry's mouth would only quicken his downfall. Fortunately for Draco, his hormones were on standby, taking over his motor functions to the point where even he was surprised to find his hands inside Harry's shirt and clenching on his firm ass. Harry whimpered loudly as Draco shifted his hips, suddenly lifting him the extra inch or so that would allow Harry to pin him to the wall with his pelvis and nothing more, leaving Harry's hands free to roam at will.

"Mmm." Harry squeezed Draco's ass. "Fucking...Mmm....yeah.... mmmmm.... I... Fucking... Hate ... You.... mmmmmm. ... GOD, yeah...mmmmm."

Draco wouldn't have paid much attention to these mutterings around his throat, ears, collarbone and any other area Harry happened to be munching on, but the little jabbing thrusts of Harry's now somewhat more noticeable pelvis against his own, punctuating each word, caught and held Draco's focus.

"Hmmmmm, interesting, Potter, really," He ground out, proud of his voice being steadier than the Gryffindor who was currently occupied with laving Draco's pulse point with his tongue, before groaning loudly as Draco wrapped his arms tightly about his shoulders giving him the needed lift to wrap his legs about the hero's waist. "Such a surprise after all, being that I hate you, too, but here's an idea... how about you shut the fuck up and suck my tongue, ok?"

Malfoy gave Harry a 100 points for Gryffindor for being a quick study, groaning as the dark haired boy proceeded to do exactly as he was told, growling as he nipped lightly at Draco's tongue before soothing the slight hurts with his own soft tongue. He deducted them a moment later as Harry ground his hips and Draco's into the wall behind them, causing Malfoy to whimper loudly enough to pervade the lust filled haze on his mind.

Slowly, as in the Great Hall, Malfoy's brain shifted the focus from his feelings to his actions. Suddenly Draco could picture himself clearly, hard up against the wall, legs wrapped tightly about the Gryffindor's waist, arching and moaning into his thrusts like one of Potters god-damned 'female' groupies.

Snarling, Draco tore his mouth from Harry's, dropping his legs down so he could push Harry from him in disgust, not realising the strength of Harry's grip on him as they both toppled to the ground. Harry was the first up, rolling away swiftly and pulling himself to his feet with the same dazed expression from their first encounter during dinner. He blinked at Malfoy, running his fingers clumsily over his now swollen lips, the gesture angering Malfoy at the blatant reminder. He stepped forward to yell, punch, kick, do 'anything' that didn't involve kissing when a large group of Gryffindors (Ron and Neville still absent), headed by Hermione, rounded the corner.

"Oh shit," Both boys muttered, glaring as they realised they'd spoken in unison. Harry grabbed his Firebolt and cloak from where they'd fallen, forgotten in the (umm) heat of the moment, straddling his broom and shooting Malfoy a quizzical look.

"Look, I can't promise not to kill you and thanks to whatever the fuck spell we've got on us I can't even promise not to kiss you, though I'm going to do my damndest." Here he shuddered and Malfoy scowled. "But the way I see it is this; you hate me, I hate you, but I'll take you over the hormone crazed mob any day." Draco glanced at the rapidly approaching crowd.

"Ditto," He muttered, flinging himself astride the broom, behind Harry. "Now get us the fuck out of here."

"With Pleasure." Harry grinned over his shoulder and, much to his disgust, Draco found it reassuring.

Within seconds the two boys were shooting back into the night sky as roughly 25 Gryffindors all screamed in frustration.

"Damn it!!!" Hermione yelled, stomping her foot inelegantly before sighing deeply. ' I wonder if we could have stopped them if we hadn't stopped to watch them grinding on that wall awhile before rushing down to catch them?' She pondered, before recalling said grinding, the image of Harry's body thrusting Draco's into the stone behind them as their joint moans and whimpers drifted up to the sighing and frustrated onlookers crowded at the Dorm windows, making her blush with bliss.

"We'll get them," She promised herself fervently, again replaying the moment when Draco flung his legs up about Harry's waist and shuddering with pleasure. "We'll get 'em good."