Harry pretended to focus on his book, well aware of Draco's heated gaze on him.

Harry wondered what part had Draco so hot and bothered. Maybe it was the tight black t-shirt stretched across his muscular body. Maybe it was the boxers Harry allowed to ride low on his hips. Maybe it was the way he bit his lip, pretending to focus on the book in front of him. Maybe it was all three.

Either way, he had Draco's full attention.

Despite being a virgin, Harry knew how to tease.

He knew the only reason Draco hadn't pounced on him yet is because he knew Harry was still a virgin, and he didn't want to take things too fast and scare Harry.

Which was adorable, really, because Harry had been ready since the day Draco rescued him from the Manor.

He had made his decision. He was going to push Draco further and further until the blonde finally snapped. 

He wondered how long it would take.

Seamus noticed what he was doing on the second day, when Harry had purposely dropped his fork and "accidentally" brushed Draco's crotch attempting to grab it.

The entirety of their friend group now had a bet on how long it would take Draco to snap.

Neville and Seamus were already out, having bet on one and two days. Today was the third day, Fred's day, and it was looking good for the Weasley twin.

"Hello, Harry," Draco said tensely, sitting down on Harry's bed. "Whatcha doing?"

Harry set down his book, smiling sweetly at his boyfriend. "Reading."

"Mhm," Draco said, sounding slightly tense. "Erm, I'm gonna hang out with Cecilia, if you don't mind. She promised me she'd beat my ass at chess and I have to prove her wrong. Is that okay?"

Harry looked up, surprised. "Of course it's okay, she's your friend. You don't have to ask my permission to hang out with your friends, Draco."

"Yeah, sorry," Draco said, smiling slightly. 

Harry smiled at his boyfriend. "Have fun, and beat her ass at chess," he said softly, lifting his book back up.

Draco pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "See you soon, love." 

Harry blushed as his boyfriend left the room, hand coming up to touch the warmth Draco's lips had left on his face.

**************

It was day six. Ginny's day. Neville, Seamus, Fred, George, and Pansy were now out.

Each of them had taken to giving him ideas of how to get Draco to crack on their days, Ginny's idea was Parseltongue, something Harry had forgotten Draco loved so much.

So Harry waited until Potions, where he knew Draco would be sitting in his normal spot in front of him, and he dropped his stirring rod.

"Fuck!" he shouted in Parseltongue, walking around his desk to pick it up.

The reaction was obvious. Draco's whole body tensed, and he turned in shock to stare at Harry.

"Harry, what's with the Parseltongue?" Ginny asked, grinning at him.

"Sorry, I slip into it without realizing when I get frustrated," Harry said.

"Or horny?" Ginny asked, smirking and ignoring Draco's eyes on her.

"Or horny," Harry agreed, stirring his potion again.

He heard Draco accidentally knock over a bottle in surprise, and he looked up quickly. "You okay, Draco?"

"Yep," Draco replied in a strangled mutter, rushing to clean it up.

He waited again until Defense. 

"Professor?" he asked, raising his hand. "Do you think spells would still work if I said them in Parseltongue?"

Professor Scarbetti's eyebrows rose, and he heard Draco's breath catch. "Well, I would suppose so. If people can speak French spells and German spells and other spells in other languages, I don't see how Parseltongue would be any different. Why don't you give it a try? It would be a good lesson for the class."

Harry thought about it for a minute, before pointing his wand at Pansy and hissing "Expelliarmus."

Draco made a small sort of whimper, and Pansy's wand flew in the air, landing in Harry's hand. He smiled triumphantly, before tossing it back to her.

"Well, thank you for educating us, Mr. Potter. Everyone split off into partners, and practice dueling."

"C'mon, partner," Harry said sweetly, nudging Draco with his shoulder. "I want to practice saying spells in Parseltongue."

"Actually, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back," Draco whispered quickly, dashing off.

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Eleven days.

Eleven days had passed. They were getting dangerously close to Blaise's estimate of two weeks. Neville, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Pansy, and Seamus were now out. It was down to Cecilia's estimate of sixteen days, Dean's of a month, Harry's of thirteen days, Blaise's of two weeks, and Luna's of a year.

God, Harry prayed Luna was wrong.

Each and every time he tried to seduce Draco, one way or another, the blonde would escape, saying he needed to visit a friend or go to the bathroom, or the one time he rushed out of the room, saying he was going to be late for class. On a Saturday.

Today was the twelfth day, and Harry was having no luck. He had muttered in Parseltongue during breakfast, cracked endless sexual jokes with Draco during Potions, bit his lip countless times, wore his stupid black t-shirt, and nothing was working. Draco stubbornly kept a ten-foot radius away from Harry, hands clenched at his sides.

And now they were playing Truth or Dare, because everyone in their friend group was starting to feel bad for him, the only virgin left out of them, with a hot boyfriend who wouldn't have sex with him.

"Harry, truth or dare?" Pansy asked lazily, leaning back against Ron's chest.

"Dare," Harry responded immediately.

"Dare you to make out with Draco."

God, Harry loved Pansy, she was a fucking queen.

 "Done," he said, smirking at his boyfriend, who had half a second to register what was happening before Harry pounced on him, knocking him backward, and kissed him.

They kissed for a good three minutes before Pansy finally sighed and said "we'd like to continue the game sometime, Harry."

"Sorry," Harry said, sheepishly grinning as he moved away from a flustered Draco. "I tend to get carried away with him."

"We know," Ginny said, laughing. "That's why you're on opposite ends of the circle."

Harry grinned, before turning to Blaise. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you had to pick someone in this room beside Neville to make out with, who would it be?"

Blaise grinned easily, seeming relaxed about the question. "Pansy. We've kissed before, and she's a good kisser, and I know it wouldn't mean anything because I'm gay and she's taken."

Neville looked pleased with this answer.

"Back to you, Harry, truth or dare?" Blaise's eyes pinned him down as a smirk crossed his lips.

"Dare," Harry replied in a challenging tone.

"Dirty talk Draco in Parseltongue."

Harry's head immediately turned to face his blonde boyfriend, who was staring at Blaise in shock.

"Why is everyone targeting me and Harry?" he complained.

"You two are hot together," Ginny replied easily, shrugging. "And very fun to watch."

Draco rolled his eyes, about to shoot back a quick-witted response, when Harry cut him off by whispering in Parseltongue.

"Shut up, Draco, you know it's true."

Instantly, Draco's entire attention span was focused on Harry, grey eyes blown wide.

"We're incredibly hot together, and we could be so much hotter if you would fucking have sex with me. Why won't you, already? I think it's pretty clear I want to. Just look at you, you're a walking wet dream, who wouldn't want to have sex with you-"

Draco stood up abruptly. "I'm tired, I'm gonna go to bed."

"Oh, come on, Draco!" Pansy shouted in annoyance. Draco stormed up the stairs.

Harry sighed, hanging his head. "I give up," he muttered. "He doesn't want me."

"Harry James Potter, you shut your fucking mouth."

Harry, as well as the rest of their group, looked up in shock at Blaise.

"Draco has had a constant boner since you started this stupid idea. I think he gets turned on when you walk in the fucking room, Potter. He spends every second he's not with you in his bed with a silencing spell cast over it. He wants you, Harry, he just doesn't think you're ready yet. Go prove to him you are."

"I do want him!" Harry said, surprised.

"You don't have to convince me," Blaise replied softly. "Go."

Harry nodded, standing up. "Thanks, Blaise."

"What are friends for, if not to get you laid?" Blaise replied, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from Neville.

Harry laughed softly, heading up the stairs.

He quietly opened the door to his bedroom, and shut it behind him, locking and silencing the door before stepping forward.

"Draco?"

"Yes?" the blonde was sitting on Harry's bed, eyes focused on the view his window provided.

"I need to talk to you about something."

Draco sighed, turning his head so he was watching Harry as the brunet sat on the other bed directly across from him.

"Why haven't you done anything?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'm gonna need you to be a little more specific."

"I've been trying to seduce you for almost two weeks, and you haven't shown any sign of even caring. You always just run off, and I was wondering if you even... wanted that with me." Harry felt his cheeks burn as he looked down at the floor.

"Oh."

The word was whispered softly, realization laced in the tone. Harry didn't look up, not wanting to see Draco's face.

"Oh, Harry, fuck, I didn't even think about it that way." Draco sounded worried. "I'm so sorry, love. It's just... it always seemed to be an accident, like you weren't even trying to seduce me, it just happened. You're so unbelievable sexy, you don't even have to try to turn me on. I figured it was more of you obliviously turning me on with no idea what you were doing to me."

"Does that mean you do want that with me?" Harry asked, trying not to stutter over his words. He blushed harder.

"Fuck, Harry, yes," Draco whispered. "God, yes, I want that with you. Every single day I had to leave before I couldn't stop myself from jumping you right there. I didn't know if you were ready for that yet, and I felt guilty every time, because you had no idea what you were doing to me."

"We had a bet," Harry said softly, grinning down at the floor.

"What?"

"A bet. To see how long it would be before you snapped, and finally did something about it."

"I don't know if I ever would have," Draco laughed. "I think I would have had to stay further and further away from you, but I would never actually break and do that. Not when I was under the impression that you weren't ready."

"Fuck, you're incredible," Harry whispered, jumping off his bed and proceeding to kiss his boyfriend.

"And now that I know you want me, and you know I want you..." Draco murmured, playing with the button of Harry's jeans. "What do you say we make up for lost time?"

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