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DISCLAIMER: Known characters are from JKR, obviously. I'm just borrowing them to tell another story. I'm not making money out of it, just a bunch of reviews and flames.

AVISO1: slash (homosexual content). Can't handle, don't read. I like constructive criticism; I'll use flames to heat up my house.

AVISO2: This is the first time I write a story in English. It's been up for a while but I just retook it now. It was embarrassing to have so many grammatical errors posted online. Still, I know it'll take a while to write as I wish I would, but this is what I could do now instead of study economics for tomorrow's class. It definitely has orthographic or grammatical errors, and I'll be happy if someone points out some incoherency or something. It'll help me improve.

AVISO3: For all those who reviewed and read chapter 02, I must say I'm sorry. I'm trying to improve the quality of this story, so I'll probably rewrite it all. If it's ever all out, it'll be something worth readying and not a bunch of hideous errors on the internet. I'm very sorry for the last version of the story.

AVISO4: The debate starts now: who would Draco end up with? I haven't made up my mind. And for those who have read the old version, you might find a surprise now. Blaise is not an insufferable git anymore, but a nice and elegant aristocrat. And Harry has more brains too. I guess. Also, Draco is not an airhead anymore. I'm happy (and it may not be shown in this chapter, but in the latters) to have developed a little more the characters.

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Title: Silver Snakes (a.k.a. I love you, but it hurts)

Author: GaBo0

Pairing: Harry/Draco/Blaise

Rating: M

Summary: AU, slash. Things would have been different if Harry had been a Slytherin. Oh, so different. LoveLust Slytherin Triangle.

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Silver Snakes

by GaBo0

CHAPTER 01: It all begins

- Don't you dare say something like that!

- Like what!

Like what you just said, you idiot! You're alone because you want to be alone! I was happy today, you know, laughing and all… but now I'm scared. Of you. Of your goddamn mood swings! I can't believe you just said I'm responsible for your loneliness. It's outrageous! I tried, I swear I tried, but I just can't handle this. Get out of here; I don't want to see you right now.

Harry stood there, petrified, looking at Draco with his mouth slightly open, eyes slightly hurt. He knew things had changed. At least, they had changed since they started to date. He had always treated Draco like an equal, ever since the boy crossed his path he felt drawn by his charm. Yet, since their relationship started, he wasn't treating the blond as he used to. However, Harry never expected a scene like the one he was undergoing now. He hoped Draco could see how much he was working, how much he was also trying.

- Get out

The green eyed man looked sad for just a second before rushing out of the room. He passed the Slytherin common room like a flash, not realizing he had stopped in the middle of a corridor afterwards. There, thoughts about the stupid fight he just had with his boyfriend came like fast captions of a sappy and very bad movie. Some phrases that were told reminded him of how he was vastly failing on his attempt to behave like a decent human being around Draco. He insulted himself quietly, mumbling nonsense to himself like he used to when he knew he was alone, before grasping the fact that, this time, Draco was the one who throw him out of his presence. It had never been like that before.

Ever

He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize he had been making circles on the narrow corridor, walking at a relatively fast pace. The darkness of the walkway made it impossible for a Gryffindor student to see him before bumping roughly into him.

- Watch where you're going, mudblood! – he yelled after receiving the bump, turning around and glaring at her.

- Shut up – answered the prefect with a little bit of fear pasted on her face.

- Such a smart comeback, Granger

- Stop it, Potter, if you know what's good for you

- Weasel's always there to save the day, uh? – He joked, looking down on the Gryffindors with dislike, before putting on a serious expression as he said -. I got better things to do than to mess with you, kitties.

- Fuck you!

- Watch your mouth, Weasley.

Both Gryffindors disappeared down the corridor. Harry was happy to confirm that the redhead couldn't resist the urge to give him a glare, which didn't work exactly how the Gryffindor expected. He would always be amazed how the Sorting Hat almost sent him to that house, especially after being so many years at Hogwarts and not have seen any of the virtues the old piece of trash told him he would find at Gryffindor. A good load of rubbish, he thought it was. If it weren't for Granger he might say the Gryffindors were as petty and insignificant as the Hufflepuffs.

Then he remembered the reason of his walk and turned around with a little scheme planned on his head. He will made Draco realize how much he loved him. Meaning the blond loving him. It had always been the other who apologized for any fight they had, and that wasn't going to change anytime soon. He just needed to push all the right buttons and he will have Draco with him again. He was cunning and sly, but maybe not as smart as he thought.

However, he wanted to ask for Draco's forgiveness. Maybe this time he crossed the line. He knew how much the blond had to endure all those months that he didn't seem to be on his right mind. Maybe he could talk with Draco. Make him realize how sorry he was…

Someone bumped onto him again. He cursed. Luck was not on his side today, bumping on three Gryffindors in less than half an hour. The girl was pushed roughly off of him and Harry felt some regret when he looked at her big brown eyes blurring with sorrow.

- I'm sorry

The girl's voice was so weak that Harry just glared and continued walking, feeling the girl's eyes on his back for some seconds before disappearing. Just his luck. The only three Gryffindors who got on his nerves, as in to actually annoy him, had to cross his path when he was having a relationship crisis. Maybe he should go grab some food (a homemade croissant wouldn't be a bad idea), but he didn't think the elves would appreciate that invasion of their domain. He hadn't managed to get along with those creatures after all.

Then, he heard hurried footsteps behind him before a hand shot out and grabbed his elbow. He turned around, infuriated by the sudden violation of his private space.

- Potter

Great. As he said, just his luck. It seemed the girl hasn't gotten over her crush on him after all. He wasn't sure if he could put the entire fault on her though. After all, before coming to Hogwarts he was the hero of the world, their long awaited savior. He wasn't sure he wanted to go back to those times again. It took him a while to get rid of that façade.

But there's always someone who reminded him of that duty he had with the Wizarding World.

- Next time I'll put a spell on you.

- The Sorting Hat should have put you on Gryffindor

That affirmation took him by surprise. He searched for the girl's gaze but she insistently kept it hidden behind her flaming red hair. When he was about to inquire her, she seemed to regain all her Gryffindor courage and lifted her eyes, looking at him firmly while she spoke with unexpected calm.

- You have an obligation with all wizards. At Slytherin you won't be able to develop what you need to defeat the Dark Lord.

He was taken aback by her words. Not only because she was speaking nonsense, but also by her firm voice and strong authority. He felt as if he was being reprimanded, as if that girl was telling him he had chosen the wrong path.

- That's rubbish. Whoever told you were allowed to address me like that, anyway?

- You know its true – she insisted, this time sounding a little more desperate -. You need to look for Dumbledore's advice as soon as possible; you need to be in Gryffindor!

- You are insane, weasel, more that I thought. To think that I could survive a house full of mudbloods and mugglelovers… it's absurd!

By this point he didn't even knew why he was having this conversation. Ginny took a step toward him and grabbed his robe forcefully, franticly, holding on to it with a crazy look. A distant look and a deep voice. A little hope filtered through her words, making it all easier for Harry to understand. He felt her tremble, saw her horror. He could see that she didn't believe she was saying all those things to him.

- It's better than Slytherin! You'd fight Voldemort instead of lick his shoes! You were not made to be a Death Eater, all the contrary!

- What do you know, weasel? – He demanded before tossing her hands off his robe. Then, he cleaned it with a murderous gaze and looked at her dryly -. What is this? What do you want?

- Nothing – she finally said, dropping her arms. Harry thought for a moment she was grieving, her eyes directed to the floor and his shoulders slumped down -. Where's Malfoy?

- That's none of your business – Harry said getting more annoyed with every second that passed, completely erasing his theory of a sulking Gryffindor. Ginny was planted in front of him, eyeing him with apprehension but not moving an inch, gluing him to the floor with her brown stare.

- You fought? – She asked giggling bitterly -. He was not convenient. You'll just get some good Death Eater contacts and we all know the Dark Lord will fall…

- I'll make you swallow those words… - he threatened her, making fist with his hands, unable to move from where he was. She just snickered, all fear drained from her expression now.

- I'll see you around, Potter, don't forget what I said.

He watched as her back disappeared around the corner and waited until the hallway was under a deadly silence before glaring fiercely to the spot she had been standing mere seconds ago. He still couldn't believe the surreal talk they just had. He couldn't believe how idiotic he may have sound, how stupid he must have looked there. In front of that mugglelover who dared give him a lecture about nonsense.

She will regret it.

After all, Harry knew that all meant nothing coming from a Weasley. And a crazy weasel to boot. Rumors and reputations preceded his house and he was not the one who will ruin it. Being the bad guys had an obscene pleasure on it. He could cross the lines and drew new ones; he could use his freedom for whatever he wanted. He could go beyond.

As he thought about it he walked to his common room. The passages were barely illuminated with decaying torches and spider webs shined silver under their light. The sound of his own footsteps could be heard some meters away, but he didn't worry about it. No one on their right mind would wander around the dungeons at that hour. Not only was pass curfew, but there was always a chance to bump into professor Snape. Those Gryffindors were lucky.

They only bumped on him

Realization dawned on Harry. What the hell were they doing down there? As the door opened, he heard two male voices that took him out of his musings and made him boil with rage.

- Now you've left him. There's no reason to…

- I don't need this now, Blaise. You know how things are.

- We are not even mates now! – He heard the red haired boy yell at the other -. He should have stayed away from us since the beginning. He doesn't belong here, nor to Slytherin nor between us. He's an intruder!

- He's a better wizard than you – said Draco dryly and Harry felt very proud for a moment.

- Don't ever say that again – came the hurt voice of Blaise from behind the cushions.

Harry closed the door without making noise. He walked, safely hidden by the shadows, inside of the common room, where he could see both Slytherins sat in front of each other on huge and comfy sofas. A pillar made him invincible from their eyes, but their voices reached his ears as if they were mere inches away.

- We cannot spoil the plan, Blaise. You know about the new regime.

- I know, but there's nothing that states you belong to him. You can choose whomever you hang around with, I'm not asking for a shag, Draco!

- You know that there's only one who could be the next Lord.

- And what does that have anything to do with you!

Draco made a face and sank further more on the sofa. Harry admired his lover, glowing silver with the dim light on his dark bathrobe and black pajamas. Next to him was Blaise Zabini, whom he knew liked him no more than he liked the boy. They've hated each other since he sat on the Slytherin table. He sensed the red haired felt threatened by his presence, and he had good reasons to believe that.

He knew Zabini and Malfoy had been best friends since nursery school, with their families being work acquaintances and fellow Death Eaters. Furthermore, he knew Zabini had a crush on Draco. Since when, he could not know; just recently the boy made it publicly obvious. He was not so sure Draco was completely indifferent though. After all, Zabini was not bad at all. He had long locks that covered part of his face, his hair flowing an inch past his shoulders with a reddish shine that most girls were jealous of. If he weren't so captivated by Draco's pale beauty he'd probably have fallen for the brunette. Not only his hair was beautiful (as it was his best physical attribute from his point of view), but his face was like those carved on Greek statues.

He had gorgeous lips, deep dark eyes that made him all the more mysterious. Zabini had an enigma aura that made him all the more appealing, and he was not the only one who had noticed it. Draco would drift off sometimes while watching his former best friend flirt inconsequently with some older fellow slytherins. Zabini's attitude, his slim form and pale features, his long limbs and pianist fingers, they all melted on a beautiful aristocratic porcelain doll that transformed into a hurricane every time Harry crossed his path.

It has been that way since the very first time they met.

- Stop it, Blaise. I'd made up my mind already.

- You have beautiful eyes, Draco

Draco blushed fiercely and glared at Blaise. Of all the things the red haired boy could have told him, he chose the one he was not prepared for. He glared even more after Blaise sent him a wicked grin that showed him how his embarrassment was not hidden at all. Draco suspected he knew how those little comments made him feel all warm inside. How he wanted Harry to be the one saying that kind of things.

- Dragon…

- Don't call me that.

- It was never wrong of me to do so before. It has been not so long since you are with Potter and you can't take one compliment from your best friend anymore – pouted Blaise in a cute way and he could see a hint of a smile on Draco's face -. I like you.

- Oh, please, Blaise. You're like a brother to me.

- Jesus, Draco! You always have to say the wrong thing!

- Blaise…

Both, Harry and Blaise, waited for the blond to speak but he said nothing. Blaise frowned and dropped his arms, hugging a cushion that was nearby. Draco looked troubled and Harry could make out what was going on in his mind. He just couldn't make out what was all the conversation about, where were they trying to go with all that rubbish. He was sure he had to do something with it.

- I love you, Draco – muttered Blaise hugging the cushion with such a force that Harry thought it would explode -. You know I do. Not only because you are like a brother to me – He added, spitting the word as if it were an insult.

- I…

Draco could never finish what he wanted to say because he was cut off by the lips of the redhead on his own. Blaise was kissing him tenderly, almost shyly. Harry could see Draco's fingers intertwining on Zabini's back and pulling him closer to his body. He could watch Blaise's back arching gracefully when Draco pulled him on his lap; Draco moaning when Blaise fingers found their way on his hair. He felt his blood boil under his skin, but he controlled himself, watching intensely their friendly kiss, a contact Draco always said it was not suspicious at all.

The kiss ended when Draco pushed Blaise off him and the redhead reluctantly collapsed on the other side of the sofa. Harry saw his opportunity dance before his eyes. He took some steps farther into the room and let the dim light embrace him as two pair of shocked eyes met his.

Harry could feel the hatred behind the auburn gaze even though it was partially hidden by the black reddish locks that hung freely over his forehead. Draco just stayed calmly waiting for anything he had to say, so he cleared his throat and, as calmly and firmly as he could, he managed to ignore Zabini's hatred glance and speak directly into his eyes.

- He is mine, Zabini.

It looked as if that took them unawares because they just gaped at him with equally awestruck looks on their faces.

- You had it bad tonight, Potter – grinned bitterly the slytherin, finally, pulling his hair back on a loose ponytail and glaring murderously at the green eyed one that insisted on rooting him to the far end of the couch.

- I am not an object, Potter – was added coldly mere seconds later by an infuriated young Malfoy who jumped from the sofa and crossed his arms menacingly over his chest -. And now, if you both excuse me, I shall go to the bathroom.

Draco took advantage of their glare contest to drift off the common room, not stopping when he heard Potter yelling for him to come back or Blaise calling for a good night kiss. He knew he'll have to endure their presence (and constant grudge) on their room too. Unluckily, the prefects' room suffered an accident and he was now grounded on the common bedroom for sixth year students. It would have been great if Blaise and Harry didn't have fights every time they walked into each other.

He had always known he was responsible for the bitterness between the two. Before Harry's adhesion to their social circle, he and Blaise were two happy friends that looked down on everybody else and felt superior to their comrades, Slytherins or not. After Harry came into the equation, they were unable to look down on him. He was an equal, maybe superior in a matter of magical powers and temper. Yet, the real problems came when Harry showed a fascination with him, something that was dangerously close to love. Sick obsessive jealous love.

And, for him, it was difficult to choose who to be with. Whenever he wanted to spend time with Blaise, he had to lie to Harry and vice versa. They just couldn't stand the presence of the other and he was, sadly, caught in between. Fortunately, he had never been forced to choose between them, he was too subtle and had his ways to avoid that decision. He just was not so sure how long their fragile system will resist.

In that case, he knew he would not be able to pick one of them as they were the opposite from each other. Blaise was comprehensive and knew him since they wore diapers. He was soft and feline; he had such a grace to speak and move that Draco couldn't help but feel more elegant and important by his side. He felt more valuable, and was a little embarrassed to think that way.

On the other hand, he had Harry. Harry, the captor; Harry, the savior. Harry was a human being were opposites met cruelly. He could be the most caring and sweet person one second, and the next one he was fuming about the minimum thing he might dislike. He was rough and impatient, he was gentle and charming. He couldn't get far from Harry because he felt drained; he felt there was no adrenaline around him.

- Leave me alone! – He yelled when there was a soft knock on the bathroom door -. I don't like repeating myself!

Outside, both men shared vicious gazes. They waited for some seconds before knocking on the door again. This time, an upset blond came out of it with a hairbrush that looked incredibly dangerous at that moment. Harry opened his mouth to speak but said nothing. Blaise just stood there, watching as Draco calmed himself and put the hairbrush down very slowly.

Then, he took a step forward and kissed him gently, oh so gently, on the pale cheek.

- Remember what I said.

With a whisper, he turned around and disappeared behind the dark woody door with a silver six on the upper part. Harry was offended by his boldness. He was more offended though when he looked at the blond and saw him touching his cheek with a dreamy expression, caressing the spot where Blaise had kissed him.

His green eyes glared and slapped his hand away. He didn't even felt happy when Draco's eyes looked a little guilty by being caught doing that.

- What are you playing at?

Draco frowned but said nothing. Then, he turned around and set the hairbrush on the sink, closing the door gently behind his back. Harry didn't move even when the space between them was minuscule.

- Nothing that has to do with you. You shouldn't care, anyway – he said with an arched eyebrow, daring him to step back.

Harry got angry. He felt his arms pushing the blond into the bathroom and against the wall. He could see the smug expression on the pale face taunting him, mocking him from behind those gray sneaky eyes. He did not notice Draco's fearful gaze to the door, nor did he acknowledge how the blond cursed him when he crushed him between his body and the cold wall.

- You're mine, you know it! – He hissed into the blonde's right ear, feeling his body tremble because of their closeness. He felt Draco trying to catch his breath, felt his long arms push against his shoulders with so little strength that it was more like an invitation.

- I was yours - Harry heard him murmur to the air and looked at Draco disbelievingly. The look the blonde was giving him paralyzed his whole body. He caressed the frozen moment with wounded hands and brought one hand to cup Draco's face. Then, he kissed him. He kissed him with force and desperation, with a savage instinct that told him he needed to mark him as his own. He kissed him hard, biting his lips, clashing their teeth.

And, suddenly, it was all over.

- Your way to show me your love is strange – said Draco on a hushed tone, sounding more sorrow and sad than never before -. It hurts… like this kiss.

- You liked it – he defended himself -. You were always submissive. It was always like this – Harry answered, having a little dose of wicked joy when Draco just remained silent, accepting his sentence, sighing with defeat.

Seconds later, he was pushed forcefully off of the other. When their gazes met, he could see how furious he had made the blonde and prepared for the outburst.

- Stop toying with me! What do you think I am!

His yells could be heard outside the bathroom just before Harry put a Silencing Charm.

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- He kicked you out!

Harry was certain he couldn't endure anything but his bed right now, but proved himself wrong. As soon as he walked into the common room he saw Blaise Zabini grinning like the Chesire cat from his comfortable position on a corner couch. He swore the redhead was sleeping, but here he was. Laughing at his face. After Draco precipitated into the bedroom, he decided to clear some things alone before going to sleep.

It looked as if his plan failed somewhere between things and alone.

- You know he'll realize you're just manipulating his feelings

- Right, Potter, as if I'd be stupid enough to play with Draco in that way – said the redhead, sauntering gracefully near him, taking a sit on the arm of the huge sofa Harry had plopped himself on.

- And thanks to you, Harry – he continued with a sickly sweet hushed voice -, everything is easier. He'll beg me to take him to bed soon

- So you just want to fuck him – stated the brunette glaring sternly to the red head that popped just over his shoulder. He could feel the warm presence of the other slytherin burning on his left side.

Blaise had the grace just to laugh at his comment. Next, he put those slender fingers around his shoulders and pulled himself very close to Harry, as if he were seducing the green eyed man.

- Get off – whispered Harry, but neither of them moved. They stood there, on that position, for some time before Blaise broke the silence.

- You know that I was going to bed him in fourth grade? That year… when that Hufflepuff won the Triwizard Tournament and you used it as an excuse to get closer to Draco. It's been two years now and he is every day farer and farer. You consume him. I wouldn't. I wouldn't make him feel as bad as you do, as controlled as you make him feel. I'll be a real boyfriend, Potter, not like the mere replica of one you have been…

Harry had enough. He pulled the other guy on his lap, having him sprawled over him with his legs dancing over the couch arm and his head on the other one, his throat securely held by his strong hands. He saw with delight how a ray of fear crossed the chocolate eyes before he started to kick the sofa and try to pry his hands off his throat. Harry put some pressure on it, smirking with the other's paleness. When he heard him choke and roll his eyes, he freed his throat and threw the gasping boy to the floor.

He stood up, walking over Blaise as if he was a dirty rug on the floor. He watched him for a second, when the auburn eyes burned on him with hatred and vengeance. He felt a little sad for tarnishing the beauty of that long pale neck, but remembering how vicious his words sounded he regretted not having choke him to death.

Harry turned around, ignoring Blaise, and walked to the joint bedroom. He heard the boy gasping for air behind his back, now able to breathe as he wished. He grinned evilly, playing back and forth in his mind the petrified face of the boy and how he writhed under his hold trying to break free.

At least he had something to be proud for. Kind of. Now he needed to think of a scheme that will really work (because the first one hadn't). He needed to have Draco back, as it was not only his relationship suspended by the neck, but also his dignity and pride. He wouldn't leave Blaise win this bet. War was open now and he needed to win.

Blaise Zabini was not good enough competition for him

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That was it for now. Love it? Hate it? Let me know. Just click on the little purplish button down there (is it purplish or its just my computer?). Let me know who do you want Draco to end up with too.

Thanks for everyone who read before and (beforehand) for the ones who have read this new version. You make my day. Now I must sleep or I'll never wake up for math tomorrow.

No teaser per now, but tomorrow I have a whole afternoon to do nothing.

GaB

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