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Chapter 4 Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
0 reviewsDraco likes Harry but can't get him. Blaise likes Draco and can get him, but want to be more than a fling. So he thinks up a plan to become the blondes equal by doing something he never could. Sedu...
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Perfect Things
Chapter 4 Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Harry
Damn did his life suck! Okay a nice recap on the events of the week beginning with the weekend. First he lost his virginity by having hot steamy sex with Wood. He later got bitched out to the point he wished he could cut his own ears off by Hermione and Draco overheard, which meant that the entire school probably knew by now that he batted for the other team. He had met Blaise Zabini. He kissed Blaise Zabini...really he wasn't a whore like Malfoy! Oh yeah Malfoy...wet dream Malfoy. Seriously could this week be any more dramatic, he wasn't living in a soap opera after all. He didn't need this right now, he already had a maniacal dark wizard on his trail he really really didn't need anymore.
"Harry what the hell are you doing?" Startled the raven haired boy spun around, and was relieved to see that it was only Ron in the doorway? That didn't of course mean that he wasn't still confused by the question.
"What?" Harry stuck his pointer finger nail back in his mouth. It had been a recent habit lately and the poor tattered nail was nothing more than a stub by this point.
Ron walked all the way into the room and slowly shook his head. "Harry you've been pacing around the dormitory for the better part of the night." Oh that, well yeah he had been doing that. It wasn't like it was his fault after all he had a lot on his mind. Anyone would be doing the same in his place. The red head sunk into the bed next to his. "So tell me what ever is the matter?" Damn he didn't have to ask it like that. Why was he asking it like it was a repetitive question? Really he didn't have that many problems, okay well he did but still he was supposed to be his best friend and not point out his short cummings.
Harry racked his brain for a legitimate excuse not to tell his best friend the problem which had him wearing holes in the floor for the past three hours. His treacherous brain failed to come up with one, and so he sighed and pulled the note he had received a few hours ago from its semi hidden place under his pillow. Without even looking at it he handed it to the red head and waited for the yelling to start.
It wasn't long before loud sputtering sounds could be heard coming from Ron's bed. With a scrunched up face Harry spun around to get a peak at his no doubt very red friend. "So Ron do you know now why I was pacing?" The red head in question was giving him the most dumbfounded look possible as he continued to stare from Harry and then back to the note.
"You're not actually considering this ridiculous notion are you?" Harry stared guiltily at his friend, and bit his bottom lip. "Oh Merlin you are!" Ron was back to sputtering again. Though this time he added pointing at the letter than looking stupidly at Harry.
"Well Ron..." Harry actually heard himself whine, and felt a little pathetic. Well actually he felt really pathetic. Here he was whining at Ron for permission like she was his mother or something, but in all fairness he had never had a mother so really he was lost to the whole experience. "He's been really really nice and we do have to talk...and it'll only be for a little bit." Harry actually lowered himself to giving Ron puppy dog eyes. "Plus it would be rude to not show up."
"Okay for one stop whining at me Harry, and those puppy eyes will not work on me." Harry's gaze shifted guiltily to the floor. "And two he's a bloody Slytherin Harry!" Okay who was whining now? Really some people could be such hypocrites.
"Yeah but Ron you talked to him that one time he's nothing like the rest of em." Harry raked a hand through his hair to try to come up with another excuse to back up his statement. "Besides he was probably just sorted into that hell hole of a house because his family's been it for ages."
"Regardless Harry don't you think meeting him in the Room of Requirements this late might not be grounds for some sort of a set up?" Harry opened his mouth to respond, but then left it open. Set up? Really he felt pretty foolish about not thinking of it. But then again Ron was pretty paranoid. This one time in fourth year he had gotten food poisoning and spent the next two weeks blaming Slytherins for it, as if you know you couldn't conjure food poisoning without some diabolical plot. The truth of the matter was that Fred and George were testing a new product and they had used their little brother as a guinie pig. That was beside the point though, he did have a point what was it? Oh yeah...
"Like I said before Ron he's not a normal Slytherin...he's special." Ron stubbornly crossed his arms across his chest, puffing it out as far as possible in an attempt to look menacing. Harry just thought it was cute.
"Yeah Harry he's special...special ed. maybe." Harry smiled. Ron had been listening to Hermione too much lately, he was stocked full of muggle quotes though he probably had no idea what they meant.
Harry ruffled the red head's unruly hair before flashing him a very toothy smile. "Ron listen to me I'll be fine...I've braved Voldemort..." He noticed how Ron still flinched, but decided not to comment on it. "With no problem I don't think having a little talk with Blaise is going to kill me...don't worry I'll be back before you know it." With that said he scooped up his invisibility cloak and made his way for the portrait hole.
It was only after he was half way to the seventh floor that he remembered that his wand was still on his bedside table. He stopped in his tracks. He could go back, that was definitely an option. But if he went back there was a chance that Blaise would no longer be in the room. He had specified in his note to be there at midnight and not to be late. Harry glanced down at his watch and noticed that it was already 12:05. He was already five minutes late and it would take him a good twenty minutes to retrieve his wand, and then he would be entirely too late. Feeling a little uneasy, but knowing there was nothing he could do about it, Harry made his way to the room wandless and more than a little nervous.
Pacing in front of the tapestry four times with the mindset that he wanted a quiet place to talk to Blaise in a door appeared in front of him. Sighing in apprehension he turned the door knob he made his way in. The room was a lot like their common room. It had two comfy looking chairs in front of a roaring fire. Except this room had one major difference...one big difference. There was a huge four poster bed in the corner of the room. A bed which just so happened to be inhabiting the brunette Slytherin.
Harry bit his bottom lip to stop the drool from rolling down his chin. Blaise looked hot! His hair looked a little longer than it usually was and was combed so that it partially covered his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a red long sleeved one underneath and he had on black punk pants with red accessories adorning them. He was also wearing red and black heely shoes with the wheels missing from the bottom. He had that whole punk thing going down really well for him and Harry couldn't help but stare. Especially since all he had worn was black slacks and a dark green button up shirt. Feeling a bit nervous he slowly slid off his cloak.
"Ah Harry good to see you finally made it...I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Blaise's eyebrow raised a little and a coy smile slightly curled his lips. He was leaning back on his arms and turned his neck to pop it, giving full few of the creamy white skin that had previously been unreachable.
"Yeah I'm sorry bout that...kinda got held up by Ron and well you don't want to hear about that...so yeah." What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he talk? Damn he was such a stuttering mess of a loser.
Blaise didn't seem to mind though. He continued to look at him before patting the side of the bed. "It's alright believe me." He pushed himself up on the bed so he was sitting normally. "Why don't you come sit down cuz I have this whole inferiority complex thing and it would be easier to talk if you were beside me and not standing over me ya know..."
Harry was still caught up on the whole staring business so he only heard about half of that, but he did see the part where Blaise patted the bed beside him and slowly walked over and sat down. Damn they were really close! When he felt a touch of skin he tried to ignore the jolt of electricity that went up his spine. Glancing down he saw that it was just the side of their hands that was touching, but it felt like so much more. What the hell was wrong with him? He had come here for a reason you know! Stick to that reason Harry...stick to that reason Harry. What was that reason? Oh yeah!
"I had sex with him ya know!" Harry gasped and his hands flew up to cover his mouth in shock. He had not just said that had he?! Blaise was staring at him with a mixture of shock and what Harry couldn't be sure but it looked a hell of a lot like anger. How could he fix this...he needed to fix this! "That wasn't supposed to come out like that, but I did you know..." Harry took a long breath to calm himself down and to try to slow down his racing heart.
"That's good for you..." Blaise sounded like he was restraining himself from saying what he really wanted to say, and Harry knew he had to fix this. This wasn't what he practiced! In fact this is why he practiced so that he didn't say something like this.
"I'm sorry what I meant to say was that me and Oliver are really close and I know that we kissed and all but I have real feelings for him and I don't want to hurt him and I really like you but yeah..." There in a nutshell that was all he had to say. He figured better to get it all out at once rather than have a fiasco like before.
Harry looked over to Blaise and was a little surprised to see that his eyes were bugging out of his head and he seemed to be trying not to gag on his own tongue. "Oliver as in Wood? As in ex Gryffindor Quidditch captain Wood? That's who you're shagging?" Harry was a little surprised by the harshness in the Slytherin's voice and could do nothing but dumbly nod. Blaise seemed to be getting redder and it looked like he bit down on his lip to stop from saying something.
Not really knowing what else to do Harry layed a comforting hand on the brunette's shoulder. "Are you alright Blaise?" Harry's eyes widened a little when his hand was shrugged off.
"Yeah I'm fine!" There was pure venom in the Slytherin's voice and Harry was a little taken aback by it. Perhaps Ron was right, perhaps Blaise was just another Slytherin. Sharp blue eyes spun on him at that second. "Yeh know on second thought I'm not bloody alright."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you're not alright?" Blaise was staring at him strangely and Harry felt a little nervous under the glare.
"What do you think I mean Potter?" Harry gasped when a hand was placed on his thigh and Blaise spun around to glare at him. "Do you think that you can just go around snogging people and then tell them that it meant nothing...that some Scottish wannabe takes their place." Blaise was full out glaring at him by this time. "You're just like Malfoy you know...playing with people's emotions...thinking that no one matters but yourself...well I'll show you Potter...I'll show you that I indeed matter."
Harry was about to reply with another apology, to try to straighten this out in a civil matter, but then all civility flew out the window. Blaise lunged at him knocking him backwards onto the bed. Harry cried out in surprise, but found that was a very big mistake for it gave the brunette ample opportunity to force his tongue down his throat.
A rough hand was fisted in his raven tresses and Harry tried to cry out as it was suddenly pulled. He could feel his lips bruising in the harsh kiss, and his mind was so warped that for a few moments he didn't even fight back. It was only when he saw a flash from the corner of his eye that things started to snap into place and he reached into his back pocket for his wand. Harry groaned in dissapointment when he found it to be missing, but Blaise seemed to take this as encouragement for he pulled back grinning.
"Really Potter I didn't know you liked it rough...must be why you're so into that Scottish brute." Sometime during their little skirmish, his glasses were knocked askew and so he did his best to glare in the direction of where he thought Blaise's face was. Blaise's thigh was resting on one of his arms, but the other was free and so in an attempt to get himself out of the situation he swung as hard as he could in the direction of the brunette's face. After a sickening crack he knew that he must have succeeded.
Okay so he knew that he really shouldn't be, but he was a little turned on when he saw Blaise's head snap back and a hot pink tongue snake out and lick the blood from his broken lip away, he couldn't help but be. Just because the brunette turned out to be a disgusting Slytherin didn't change the fact that he was still an attractive disgusting Slytherin.
"Believe me when I say Zabini that I'd rather be giving head to Malfoy right now than be anywhere near you...and believe me that's saying something." It was meant to be an insult, but it didn't seem to him that Blaise took it as one. In fact he seemed almost happy about it. These Slytherins they really were an odd bunch.
"Is that right Potter?" Harry shut his eyes as a hand trailed up the side of his leg and came to rest right on his groin. Harry willed the blood that was traveling towards that area to go back to his head. "You know I can make this very enjoyable for the both of us if you want me to." Harry bit his lip when he felt hot air on his face from the close proximity of the two. "So tell me what you want Harry..." Harry's eyes snapped open at that. He was reminded of his dream, or was it a nightmare? It didn't matter really the fact that Blaise's eyes seemed silver was enough to draw him over the edge. He had to get out of there now!
With more strength than he knew he possessed Harry kicked up as hard as he could and managed to connect hard enough to knock Blaise off of him. Without stopping to see if the other boy was okay Harry scooped up his glasses from the floor, ran out of the room, threw on his cloak, and rushed as fast as he could back to Gryffindor tower.
If he had stayed a few moments longer he would have seen the brunette collapse on the bed in a fit of laughter. He would have seen that Blaise's eyes really weren't blue any more, but a more steely silver. He would have seen dark brunette hair turning back to white blond. Most importantly he would have seen that 'Blaise' wasn't Blaise at all, but really Draco. But he didn't see any of that now did he? How unfortunate for him.
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Draco
Draco was having a good day. Strike that he was having a great day! Really he didn't know how his little plan the night before could have possibly gone better. Albeit it had been a little gross to down that nasty potion, Blaise's hair even more so, but it was worth it. Plus he had also learned the name of the mysterious stranger that Harry had been having Al le cart. It would have taken some serious investigating on his part to find out that Harry was shagging Wood otherwise.
Now all of the pieces were put in place, and all he had to do was sit back and wait for the world around poor Harry to come crumbling down...then he would be there to put the poor unfortunate boy back together. He would be his night in shining armor if you will. Poor Harry will be so crushed and have no one to turn to, except himself of course, and Draco would only be too willing to take the boy into arms, or you know bed, whichever came first. And Blaise...that silly wanker will get what's coming to him. Mess with the bull and you get the horns, or whatever that ridiculous muggle saying was.
Draco grabbed his bag from the desk, and checked his appearance in the mirror once more. Really he did look good if he said so himself, which he did, or rather he thought it but who's counting. What class was he scheduled for again? Oh yes Potions...Potions with the Gryffindors. Potions where he was still working with Blaise and Harry on their little project. Oh yes God really did love him.
After grabbing a quick bite, Draco made his way to the classroom, and upon entering had to restrain himself from doubling over in laughter at the glare Harry was giving Blaise from his seat at the table beside him. In fact Harry had scooted his chair as far as humanly possible from Blaise, and the brunette in return was giving him a questioning look. Yes life was good, and was soon about to get a hella lot better.
As dramatically as possible Draco pulled up a chair and plopped down into his seat in the middle of the two. "So boys how are we this lovely morning huh?" Draco used both his arms to pat both Harry and Blaise on the shoulder.
"Malfoy stop being a prat and mind your own business, this doesn't concern you." Draco bit the inside of his cheek as hard as he could to stop from smiling. Really Harry had quite a temper on him.
"What doesn't concern him? More importantly what the hell did I do to you to make you give me that look?" Oh yes Blaise whatever did you do? Damn really it was almost too easy. It almost took the fun out of it all...almost. Harry's hand was balling into a fist at his side, and Draco really thought he would have punched Blaise had it not been for the door swinging open to reveal the potion master's presence.
"Class my patience is trying today, so I want all of you to work quietly on you healing potion like good students...I know the very notion will be hard for you but consider it an acting class." Draco actually did snicker at that, along with quite a few other Slytherins. He noticed that none of the Gryffindors laughed, no they just scowled and went to get their ingredients. Really it was a wonder those Gryffindors were still sane. How could they stand living in such a serious mood all the time, those kids just needed to let lose and have fun every once in awhile.
Well back to reality. Draco looked over to Blaise. "Well then Zabini prove that you're not such a worthless runt and go get our ingredients." Blaise was still staring curiously at Harry, but seemed to snap out of it, and with a shake of his head went over to the cabinet to retrieve their half finished potion project. Now on to the fun part.
"You know Potter if you keep that scowl on your face too long it'll get stuck like that." The scowl that Harry had been toting in Blaise's direction didn't dissipate, it just changed directions so that it was settled on the blond instead.
"Listen Malfoy I'm in no mood for you right now alright! I know you probably don't understand the notion of kindness but please I'm begging you to just leave me alone." Wow he was already in such a sour mood, Draco couldn't even imagine what he would be like when the real fun started.
"Is that right?" Draco gave his most charming smile, and noticed how Harry's scowl seemed to falter ever so slightly. "We'll just have to do something to rectify that won't we?" Draco raised one of his eyebrows and ever so subtly licked his lips. "You ticklish Potter?"
"What are you one about..." Draco cut Harry off by barraging him with tickles up his side. The raven haired boy started squirming in his seat, and bent over so that he could cover his mouth from oncoming laughter. Draco let up a little, giving Harry time to compose himself and smack his hand away. Harry still had a slight smile on his face when he looked back up. "Are you mad? What is it that you think you're doing?"
Draco slanted his eyes and gave Harry another grin. "You know I like to think that no one's entirely sane...life wouldn't be as it is if they were." Harry raised an eyebrow, but his smile never faltered. "And as to your second question I'm getting you to smile of course...It doesn't suit a person to have such a serious look on their face all the time."
Harry opened his mouth one or two times, before effectively closing it for what seemed indefinitely. He then shook his head making his raven tresses become even more unruly than they normally were. "I can't believe I'm actually saying this but...thanks Malfoy. I really needed that."
Draco gave the most legitimate smile he could muster. "Anytime...Harry." Emerald eyes widened at the use of his first name, but they narrowed again and his scowl reappeared when Blaise came back and set all of their ingredients at the table. The brunette raised an eyebrow at the two but said nothing, apparently he could feel the hatred radiating off of Harry and knew better than to speak to him.
Knowing that the time for pleasantries had passed, the blond grabbed the ground up unicorn horn and poured it into the boiling cauldren. Things really couldn't have worked out better for him, but the thing he found most strange about everything was that he actually was enjoying being nice to Harry...weird huh?
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Blaise
What the hell was going on? Potions had been an absolute nightmare, and the rest of his day wasn't looking like it was going to shape up to be any better. He had gone to sleep and the world had been normal, well as normal as the world could be anyways. In fact it had been better than normal. After he got out of the hospital wing Draco had actually apologized for sending him there, which was a miracle in itself, but that was only the half of it. The better half being that he had pulled him towards his room to have hot steamy sex, you know the pull your hair out kind that always resulted in extreme satisfaction.
So like he said life was great. Harry was falling for him, Draco wasn't pissed at him anymore, and well they were one match away from winning the Quidditch cup. Then everything had gone completely topsy turvy in what seemed just an instant. Harry was completely pissed at him for god knows why, said Gryffindor brat was being entirely too friendly with Draco, and as for Draco himself he just seemed way way way too happy to be considered normal. So as before mentioned, his life sucked.
Blaise angrily stabbed a fork into his kidney pie and tried to figure out when things had gotten so out of hand. If nothing else at least he could have a nice lunch. Just then lunch was interrupted by the most owls Blaise had ever seen at one time. Wait a minute didn't they usually deliver post in the morning? He looked up to the head table and saw that even the professors looked a little confused.
The owls swooped in and dropped a tied parchment in front of what looked like every single student in the entire school. Well that is everyone except for himself. Okay that was a little weird. It wasn't weird to feel a little left out at said time was it? Excitement seemed to fill the air as everyone went to untie their parcels. That's when it got really weird.
Gasps were heard throughout the entire great hall, and excited whispers were heard from pretty much everyone. Funny thing was that of the few words he could distinguish he was hearing Blaise, Harry, and snogging more often than not. Feeling he could take no more of it he snatched the picture away from a third year who happened to be sitting next to him, and upon seeing it felt his stomach hit the floor.
There it was in moving color, But how? It was a picture of what appeared to be himself, and well Harry, in a very compromising position. He heard a door slam and he looked up to see that Harry was missing from his normal posse. Oh this was just great! How the hell was this even possible? Blaise began running the different scenarios of how this could possibly be happening through his mind, and a sudden possibility hit him. A very genuine possibility.
It all clicked into place, and suddenly everything made sense. Draco's sudden forgiveness, Harry's venomous attitude towards him, Draco's unnaturally good mood. Blaise hung his head in his hands and shook it from side to side. Damn did he just get screwed over! He felt a set of hands suddenly on his shoulders massaging the tense areas, and there were a lot of those. He didn't even bother turning around, he knew exactly who it was.
Blaise could feel hot breath against his cheek where Draco had leaned in right beside him. "Don't fuck with me again Zabini." The grip on his shoulders tightened, and he resisted the urge to cry out as the blond squeezed down on his pressure points. "And stay the bloody hell away from Harry." A cold laughter could be heard coming from behind him. "Not that he'd have anything to do with you now anyways." The hands tightened even further and Blaise knew that there would definitely be bruises there tomorrow. "And if you tell him the truth about what really happened I'll make things much worse for you." With a pat on the back Draco was gone.
Blaise let his head drop out of his hands, and finally fall down to the table. This was not good...this was definitely not good. The part that had baffled the brunette more than once in his lifetime was how someone so immencially attractive could be so devious and evil. Really if you just looked at Draco you would think nothing of him. He's a scrawny pampered brat, with manicured nails and a wardrobe that's worth more than most people's entire homes, and yet he could pull off something like this in such a short time. Blaise banged his head against the table. How the fuck was going to fix this mess?
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Chapter 4 Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Harry
Damn did his life suck! Okay a nice recap on the events of the week beginning with the weekend. First he lost his virginity by having hot steamy sex with Wood. He later got bitched out to the point he wished he could cut his own ears off by Hermione and Draco overheard, which meant that the entire school probably knew by now that he batted for the other team. He had met Blaise Zabini. He kissed Blaise Zabini...really he wasn't a whore like Malfoy! Oh yeah Malfoy...wet dream Malfoy. Seriously could this week be any more dramatic, he wasn't living in a soap opera after all. He didn't need this right now, he already had a maniacal dark wizard on his trail he really really didn't need anymore.
"Harry what the hell are you doing?" Startled the raven haired boy spun around, and was relieved to see that it was only Ron in the doorway? That didn't of course mean that he wasn't still confused by the question.
"What?" Harry stuck his pointer finger nail back in his mouth. It had been a recent habit lately and the poor tattered nail was nothing more than a stub by this point.
Ron walked all the way into the room and slowly shook his head. "Harry you've been pacing around the dormitory for the better part of the night." Oh that, well yeah he had been doing that. It wasn't like it was his fault after all he had a lot on his mind. Anyone would be doing the same in his place. The red head sunk into the bed next to his. "So tell me what ever is the matter?" Damn he didn't have to ask it like that. Why was he asking it like it was a repetitive question? Really he didn't have that many problems, okay well he did but still he was supposed to be his best friend and not point out his short cummings.
Harry racked his brain for a legitimate excuse not to tell his best friend the problem which had him wearing holes in the floor for the past three hours. His treacherous brain failed to come up with one, and so he sighed and pulled the note he had received a few hours ago from its semi hidden place under his pillow. Without even looking at it he handed it to the red head and waited for the yelling to start.
It wasn't long before loud sputtering sounds could be heard coming from Ron's bed. With a scrunched up face Harry spun around to get a peak at his no doubt very red friend. "So Ron do you know now why I was pacing?" The red head in question was giving him the most dumbfounded look possible as he continued to stare from Harry and then back to the note.
"You're not actually considering this ridiculous notion are you?" Harry stared guiltily at his friend, and bit his bottom lip. "Oh Merlin you are!" Ron was back to sputtering again. Though this time he added pointing at the letter than looking stupidly at Harry.
"Well Ron..." Harry actually heard himself whine, and felt a little pathetic. Well actually he felt really pathetic. Here he was whining at Ron for permission like she was his mother or something, but in all fairness he had never had a mother so really he was lost to the whole experience. "He's been really really nice and we do have to talk...and it'll only be for a little bit." Harry actually lowered himself to giving Ron puppy dog eyes. "Plus it would be rude to not show up."
"Okay for one stop whining at me Harry, and those puppy eyes will not work on me." Harry's gaze shifted guiltily to the floor. "And two he's a bloody Slytherin Harry!" Okay who was whining now? Really some people could be such hypocrites.
"Yeah but Ron you talked to him that one time he's nothing like the rest of em." Harry raked a hand through his hair to try to come up with another excuse to back up his statement. "Besides he was probably just sorted into that hell hole of a house because his family's been it for ages."
"Regardless Harry don't you think meeting him in the Room of Requirements this late might not be grounds for some sort of a set up?" Harry opened his mouth to respond, but then left it open. Set up? Really he felt pretty foolish about not thinking of it. But then again Ron was pretty paranoid. This one time in fourth year he had gotten food poisoning and spent the next two weeks blaming Slytherins for it, as if you know you couldn't conjure food poisoning without some diabolical plot. The truth of the matter was that Fred and George were testing a new product and they had used their little brother as a guinie pig. That was beside the point though, he did have a point what was it? Oh yeah...
"Like I said before Ron he's not a normal Slytherin...he's special." Ron stubbornly crossed his arms across his chest, puffing it out as far as possible in an attempt to look menacing. Harry just thought it was cute.
"Yeah Harry he's special...special ed. maybe." Harry smiled. Ron had been listening to Hermione too much lately, he was stocked full of muggle quotes though he probably had no idea what they meant.
Harry ruffled the red head's unruly hair before flashing him a very toothy smile. "Ron listen to me I'll be fine...I've braved Voldemort..." He noticed how Ron still flinched, but decided not to comment on it. "With no problem I don't think having a little talk with Blaise is going to kill me...don't worry I'll be back before you know it." With that said he scooped up his invisibility cloak and made his way for the portrait hole.
It was only after he was half way to the seventh floor that he remembered that his wand was still on his bedside table. He stopped in his tracks. He could go back, that was definitely an option. But if he went back there was a chance that Blaise would no longer be in the room. He had specified in his note to be there at midnight and not to be late. Harry glanced down at his watch and noticed that it was already 12:05. He was already five minutes late and it would take him a good twenty minutes to retrieve his wand, and then he would be entirely too late. Feeling a little uneasy, but knowing there was nothing he could do about it, Harry made his way to the room wandless and more than a little nervous.
Pacing in front of the tapestry four times with the mindset that he wanted a quiet place to talk to Blaise in a door appeared in front of him. Sighing in apprehension he turned the door knob he made his way in. The room was a lot like their common room. It had two comfy looking chairs in front of a roaring fire. Except this room had one major difference...one big difference. There was a huge four poster bed in the corner of the room. A bed which just so happened to be inhabiting the brunette Slytherin.
Harry bit his bottom lip to stop the drool from rolling down his chin. Blaise looked hot! His hair looked a little longer than it usually was and was combed so that it partially covered his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a red long sleeved one underneath and he had on black punk pants with red accessories adorning them. He was also wearing red and black heely shoes with the wheels missing from the bottom. He had that whole punk thing going down really well for him and Harry couldn't help but stare. Especially since all he had worn was black slacks and a dark green button up shirt. Feeling a bit nervous he slowly slid off his cloak.
"Ah Harry good to see you finally made it...I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Blaise's eyebrow raised a little and a coy smile slightly curled his lips. He was leaning back on his arms and turned his neck to pop it, giving full few of the creamy white skin that had previously been unreachable.
"Yeah I'm sorry bout that...kinda got held up by Ron and well you don't want to hear about that...so yeah." What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he talk? Damn he was such a stuttering mess of a loser.
Blaise didn't seem to mind though. He continued to look at him before patting the side of the bed. "It's alright believe me." He pushed himself up on the bed so he was sitting normally. "Why don't you come sit down cuz I have this whole inferiority complex thing and it would be easier to talk if you were beside me and not standing over me ya know..."
Harry was still caught up on the whole staring business so he only heard about half of that, but he did see the part where Blaise patted the bed beside him and slowly walked over and sat down. Damn they were really close! When he felt a touch of skin he tried to ignore the jolt of electricity that went up his spine. Glancing down he saw that it was just the side of their hands that was touching, but it felt like so much more. What the hell was wrong with him? He had come here for a reason you know! Stick to that reason Harry...stick to that reason Harry. What was that reason? Oh yeah!
"I had sex with him ya know!" Harry gasped and his hands flew up to cover his mouth in shock. He had not just said that had he?! Blaise was staring at him with a mixture of shock and what Harry couldn't be sure but it looked a hell of a lot like anger. How could he fix this...he needed to fix this! "That wasn't supposed to come out like that, but I did you know..." Harry took a long breath to calm himself down and to try to slow down his racing heart.
"That's good for you..." Blaise sounded like he was restraining himself from saying what he really wanted to say, and Harry knew he had to fix this. This wasn't what he practiced! In fact this is why he practiced so that he didn't say something like this.
"I'm sorry what I meant to say was that me and Oliver are really close and I know that we kissed and all but I have real feelings for him and I don't want to hurt him and I really like you but yeah..." There in a nutshell that was all he had to say. He figured better to get it all out at once rather than have a fiasco like before.
Harry looked over to Blaise and was a little surprised to see that his eyes were bugging out of his head and he seemed to be trying not to gag on his own tongue. "Oliver as in Wood? As in ex Gryffindor Quidditch captain Wood? That's who you're shagging?" Harry was a little surprised by the harshness in the Slytherin's voice and could do nothing but dumbly nod. Blaise seemed to be getting redder and it looked like he bit down on his lip to stop from saying something.
Not really knowing what else to do Harry layed a comforting hand on the brunette's shoulder. "Are you alright Blaise?" Harry's eyes widened a little when his hand was shrugged off.
"Yeah I'm fine!" There was pure venom in the Slytherin's voice and Harry was a little taken aback by it. Perhaps Ron was right, perhaps Blaise was just another Slytherin. Sharp blue eyes spun on him at that second. "Yeh know on second thought I'm not bloody alright."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you're not alright?" Blaise was staring at him strangely and Harry felt a little nervous under the glare.
"What do you think I mean Potter?" Harry gasped when a hand was placed on his thigh and Blaise spun around to glare at him. "Do you think that you can just go around snogging people and then tell them that it meant nothing...that some Scottish wannabe takes their place." Blaise was full out glaring at him by this time. "You're just like Malfoy you know...playing with people's emotions...thinking that no one matters but yourself...well I'll show you Potter...I'll show you that I indeed matter."
Harry was about to reply with another apology, to try to straighten this out in a civil matter, but then all civility flew out the window. Blaise lunged at him knocking him backwards onto the bed. Harry cried out in surprise, but found that was a very big mistake for it gave the brunette ample opportunity to force his tongue down his throat.
A rough hand was fisted in his raven tresses and Harry tried to cry out as it was suddenly pulled. He could feel his lips bruising in the harsh kiss, and his mind was so warped that for a few moments he didn't even fight back. It was only when he saw a flash from the corner of his eye that things started to snap into place and he reached into his back pocket for his wand. Harry groaned in dissapointment when he found it to be missing, but Blaise seemed to take this as encouragement for he pulled back grinning.
"Really Potter I didn't know you liked it rough...must be why you're so into that Scottish brute." Sometime during their little skirmish, his glasses were knocked askew and so he did his best to glare in the direction of where he thought Blaise's face was. Blaise's thigh was resting on one of his arms, but the other was free and so in an attempt to get himself out of the situation he swung as hard as he could in the direction of the brunette's face. After a sickening crack he knew that he must have succeeded.
Okay so he knew that he really shouldn't be, but he was a little turned on when he saw Blaise's head snap back and a hot pink tongue snake out and lick the blood from his broken lip away, he couldn't help but be. Just because the brunette turned out to be a disgusting Slytherin didn't change the fact that he was still an attractive disgusting Slytherin.
"Believe me when I say Zabini that I'd rather be giving head to Malfoy right now than be anywhere near you...and believe me that's saying something." It was meant to be an insult, but it didn't seem to him that Blaise took it as one. In fact he seemed almost happy about it. These Slytherins they really were an odd bunch.
"Is that right Potter?" Harry shut his eyes as a hand trailed up the side of his leg and came to rest right on his groin. Harry willed the blood that was traveling towards that area to go back to his head. "You know I can make this very enjoyable for the both of us if you want me to." Harry bit his lip when he felt hot air on his face from the close proximity of the two. "So tell me what you want Harry..." Harry's eyes snapped open at that. He was reminded of his dream, or was it a nightmare? It didn't matter really the fact that Blaise's eyes seemed silver was enough to draw him over the edge. He had to get out of there now!
With more strength than he knew he possessed Harry kicked up as hard as he could and managed to connect hard enough to knock Blaise off of him. Without stopping to see if the other boy was okay Harry scooped up his glasses from the floor, ran out of the room, threw on his cloak, and rushed as fast as he could back to Gryffindor tower.
If he had stayed a few moments longer he would have seen the brunette collapse on the bed in a fit of laughter. He would have seen that Blaise's eyes really weren't blue any more, but a more steely silver. He would have seen dark brunette hair turning back to white blond. Most importantly he would have seen that 'Blaise' wasn't Blaise at all, but really Draco. But he didn't see any of that now did he? How unfortunate for him.
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Draco
Draco was having a good day. Strike that he was having a great day! Really he didn't know how his little plan the night before could have possibly gone better. Albeit it had been a little gross to down that nasty potion, Blaise's hair even more so, but it was worth it. Plus he had also learned the name of the mysterious stranger that Harry had been having Al le cart. It would have taken some serious investigating on his part to find out that Harry was shagging Wood otherwise.
Now all of the pieces were put in place, and all he had to do was sit back and wait for the world around poor Harry to come crumbling down...then he would be there to put the poor unfortunate boy back together. He would be his night in shining armor if you will. Poor Harry will be so crushed and have no one to turn to, except himself of course, and Draco would only be too willing to take the boy into arms, or you know bed, whichever came first. And Blaise...that silly wanker will get what's coming to him. Mess with the bull and you get the horns, or whatever that ridiculous muggle saying was.
Draco grabbed his bag from the desk, and checked his appearance in the mirror once more. Really he did look good if he said so himself, which he did, or rather he thought it but who's counting. What class was he scheduled for again? Oh yes Potions...Potions with the Gryffindors. Potions where he was still working with Blaise and Harry on their little project. Oh yes God really did love him.
After grabbing a quick bite, Draco made his way to the classroom, and upon entering had to restrain himself from doubling over in laughter at the glare Harry was giving Blaise from his seat at the table beside him. In fact Harry had scooted his chair as far as humanly possible from Blaise, and the brunette in return was giving him a questioning look. Yes life was good, and was soon about to get a hella lot better.
As dramatically as possible Draco pulled up a chair and plopped down into his seat in the middle of the two. "So boys how are we this lovely morning huh?" Draco used both his arms to pat both Harry and Blaise on the shoulder.
"Malfoy stop being a prat and mind your own business, this doesn't concern you." Draco bit the inside of his cheek as hard as he could to stop from smiling. Really Harry had quite a temper on him.
"What doesn't concern him? More importantly what the hell did I do to you to make you give me that look?" Oh yes Blaise whatever did you do? Damn really it was almost too easy. It almost took the fun out of it all...almost. Harry's hand was balling into a fist at his side, and Draco really thought he would have punched Blaise had it not been for the door swinging open to reveal the potion master's presence.
"Class my patience is trying today, so I want all of you to work quietly on you healing potion like good students...I know the very notion will be hard for you but consider it an acting class." Draco actually did snicker at that, along with quite a few other Slytherins. He noticed that none of the Gryffindors laughed, no they just scowled and went to get their ingredients. Really it was a wonder those Gryffindors were still sane. How could they stand living in such a serious mood all the time, those kids just needed to let lose and have fun every once in awhile.
Well back to reality. Draco looked over to Blaise. "Well then Zabini prove that you're not such a worthless runt and go get our ingredients." Blaise was still staring curiously at Harry, but seemed to snap out of it, and with a shake of his head went over to the cabinet to retrieve their half finished potion project. Now on to the fun part.
"You know Potter if you keep that scowl on your face too long it'll get stuck like that." The scowl that Harry had been toting in Blaise's direction didn't dissipate, it just changed directions so that it was settled on the blond instead.
"Listen Malfoy I'm in no mood for you right now alright! I know you probably don't understand the notion of kindness but please I'm begging you to just leave me alone." Wow he was already in such a sour mood, Draco couldn't even imagine what he would be like when the real fun started.
"Is that right?" Draco gave his most charming smile, and noticed how Harry's scowl seemed to falter ever so slightly. "We'll just have to do something to rectify that won't we?" Draco raised one of his eyebrows and ever so subtly licked his lips. "You ticklish Potter?"
"What are you one about..." Draco cut Harry off by barraging him with tickles up his side. The raven haired boy started squirming in his seat, and bent over so that he could cover his mouth from oncoming laughter. Draco let up a little, giving Harry time to compose himself and smack his hand away. Harry still had a slight smile on his face when he looked back up. "Are you mad? What is it that you think you're doing?"
Draco slanted his eyes and gave Harry another grin. "You know I like to think that no one's entirely sane...life wouldn't be as it is if they were." Harry raised an eyebrow, but his smile never faltered. "And as to your second question I'm getting you to smile of course...It doesn't suit a person to have such a serious look on their face all the time."
Harry opened his mouth one or two times, before effectively closing it for what seemed indefinitely. He then shook his head making his raven tresses become even more unruly than they normally were. "I can't believe I'm actually saying this but...thanks Malfoy. I really needed that."
Draco gave the most legitimate smile he could muster. "Anytime...Harry." Emerald eyes widened at the use of his first name, but they narrowed again and his scowl reappeared when Blaise came back and set all of their ingredients at the table. The brunette raised an eyebrow at the two but said nothing, apparently he could feel the hatred radiating off of Harry and knew better than to speak to him.
Knowing that the time for pleasantries had passed, the blond grabbed the ground up unicorn horn and poured it into the boiling cauldren. Things really couldn't have worked out better for him, but the thing he found most strange about everything was that he actually was enjoying being nice to Harry...weird huh?
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Blaise
What the hell was going on? Potions had been an absolute nightmare, and the rest of his day wasn't looking like it was going to shape up to be any better. He had gone to sleep and the world had been normal, well as normal as the world could be anyways. In fact it had been better than normal. After he got out of the hospital wing Draco had actually apologized for sending him there, which was a miracle in itself, but that was only the half of it. The better half being that he had pulled him towards his room to have hot steamy sex, you know the pull your hair out kind that always resulted in extreme satisfaction.
So like he said life was great. Harry was falling for him, Draco wasn't pissed at him anymore, and well they were one match away from winning the Quidditch cup. Then everything had gone completely topsy turvy in what seemed just an instant. Harry was completely pissed at him for god knows why, said Gryffindor brat was being entirely too friendly with Draco, and as for Draco himself he just seemed way way way too happy to be considered normal. So as before mentioned, his life sucked.
Blaise angrily stabbed a fork into his kidney pie and tried to figure out when things had gotten so out of hand. If nothing else at least he could have a nice lunch. Just then lunch was interrupted by the most owls Blaise had ever seen at one time. Wait a minute didn't they usually deliver post in the morning? He looked up to the head table and saw that even the professors looked a little confused.
The owls swooped in and dropped a tied parchment in front of what looked like every single student in the entire school. Well that is everyone except for himself. Okay that was a little weird. It wasn't weird to feel a little left out at said time was it? Excitement seemed to fill the air as everyone went to untie their parcels. That's when it got really weird.
Gasps were heard throughout the entire great hall, and excited whispers were heard from pretty much everyone. Funny thing was that of the few words he could distinguish he was hearing Blaise, Harry, and snogging more often than not. Feeling he could take no more of it he snatched the picture away from a third year who happened to be sitting next to him, and upon seeing it felt his stomach hit the floor.
There it was in moving color, But how? It was a picture of what appeared to be himself, and well Harry, in a very compromising position. He heard a door slam and he looked up to see that Harry was missing from his normal posse. Oh this was just great! How the hell was this even possible? Blaise began running the different scenarios of how this could possibly be happening through his mind, and a sudden possibility hit him. A very genuine possibility.
It all clicked into place, and suddenly everything made sense. Draco's sudden forgiveness, Harry's venomous attitude towards him, Draco's unnaturally good mood. Blaise hung his head in his hands and shook it from side to side. Damn did he just get screwed over! He felt a set of hands suddenly on his shoulders massaging the tense areas, and there were a lot of those. He didn't even bother turning around, he knew exactly who it was.
Blaise could feel hot breath against his cheek where Draco had leaned in right beside him. "Don't fuck with me again Zabini." The grip on his shoulders tightened, and he resisted the urge to cry out as the blond squeezed down on his pressure points. "And stay the bloody hell away from Harry." A cold laughter could be heard coming from behind him. "Not that he'd have anything to do with you now anyways." The hands tightened even further and Blaise knew that there would definitely be bruises there tomorrow. "And if you tell him the truth about what really happened I'll make things much worse for you." With a pat on the back Draco was gone.
Blaise let his head drop out of his hands, and finally fall down to the table. This was not good...this was definitely not good. The part that had baffled the brunette more than once in his lifetime was how someone so immencially attractive could be so devious and evil. Really if you just looked at Draco you would think nothing of him. He's a scrawny pampered brat, with manicured nails and a wardrobe that's worth more than most people's entire homes, and yet he could pull off something like this in such a short time. Blaise banged his head against the table. How the fuck was going to fix this mess?
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