Rating: Mature

Warning: Lot's of cussing. Beware

Disclaimer: the original credit belongs to J.K Rowling and the Warner Bros

Chapter 1

Draco gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing in anger as Harry continued to work, ignoring him. He huffed, and in a fit of anger he sent a stinging hex Harry's way.

The man jumped, knocking over the ink bottle and spilling the black liquid all over the report he had been writing. He cursed and waved his wand to make the miss disappear before it ruined his papers. He grabbed the report when the ink vanished, then he turned in his seat to glare at the blonde beside him.

"What the hell, Malfoy!?" He snarled, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "What in Merlin's name is wrong with you?"

Draco shrugged, trying to act calm as he crossed his arms. "There is nothing wrong with me, Potter. I'm not the one who is ignoring his partner." He replied, pressing his lips together in anger. "You're such a bloody wanker. Did you know that?"

Harry sputtered, affronted. "Me? A wanker? Oh, you're such a bastard." He sneered, clenching his fist.

Malfoy shivered at the insult, his pupils diluting as he sneered back. "Really? Is that what I am? Well, here is an eye opener for you, Potter. You are a bitch." He said, smug, pointing his wand in the Gryffindors general direction.

Harrys jaw dropped, stunned. "Did you just…..?" He stammered, his eyes flashing as he glared at the blonde. "I'm not the bitch. You are. Bastard." He spat, his lip curled.

"Fuck you, wanker." Malfoy hissed, leaning forward to crowd the man's space.

"Bitch."

"Bastard."

"Asshole." Harry growled, his cheeks red.

Draco almost moaned out loud at that last one, his hips shifting as he began to harden. "Good one Potter. My house elves could do better." He taunted, setting his Malfoy mask firmly in place when the raven growled. "I knew you were unintelligent, but it seems I didn't realize how much." He said casually, smirking when Harry rubbed his face in frustration.

Serves you right. This is revenge for making me want you. He thought coldly, his fist clenching beneath the desk.

Harry sighed, shaking in his in defeat as he looked at the ceiling. "Merlin, Malfoy. I knew you were a bastard, but it seems I didn't realize how much." He said, repeating the words the blonde had dished out earlier.

Draco huffed, annoyed as he grabbed a quell and paper. "Oh shut it, Potter."

"I don't understand it Blaise!" Draco hissed, grabbing his hair and yanking it. "Every time that stupid Gryffindor insults me I get as hard as rock!" He said, leaning back on the couch he sat on. They were currently in Malfoys flat, the two Slytherins sitting in the living room as Draco told Blaise what was happening.

"How long ago did it start?" He asked, leaning forward and grabbing a cup off the table between him and the blonde. "I'm surprised it took you this long to tell me."

"Sorry about that, I thought it would go away." He admitted, frowning in frustration. "But it's only getting worse." He said softly, shifting as he remembered the words that Harry had snarled at him earlier that morning.

Blaise nodded and chewed on his bottom lip, drinking from his glass as he thought about what to do. "Alright, let's start from the beginning. Tell me when it started, how you feel when Potter insults you, and if anyone else creates the same reaction." He ordered, staring into the Slytherins eyes. "No leaving out detail or messing up the info. I need it all to figure out what is happening with you."

Draco sighed and nodded, knowing that Blaise would know if he lied. "It started about two weeks ago when we were doing the mission for the Henley's. We were in the middle of fighting when Harry told me to get the family to safety before they were hurt. I refused because I didn't want to leave him behind. Later, after we captured the people who were attacking us, Harry came to my flat. He yelled and threw a fit about not getting out of danger and taking the Henley's with me. He insulted me and left. I was stressed so I took a shower and had a wank. In the middle of wanking I remembered what he said and I came almost immediately." Draco said, rubbing his temple. "After that it got worse. Every time he insults me I get hard and I want to shag him. And I don't know about the last bit. No one has insulted me because they know I would retaliate."

Blaise nodded, digesting the information before speaking. "I really don't know what to do. But I want to see if you have a reaction to anyone else." He said, suddenly leaning forward and gesturing toward himself. "Insult me."

Draco wrinkled his nose, about to ask why when Blaise just repeated what he said and clapped his hands. "Fine, you idiot." He said, leaning forward to get into the other man's personal space. "You are a block headed bastard with a squished nose. You're mother doesn't love you because you look like an ass and your boyfriend won't let you shag him because your skill in bed is so atrocious he would rather have a thestral for a sex partner." He said, waiting for Blaise to hex him.

Instead the other man suppressed a laugh, his eyes crinkling. "Alright. My turn." He said, smirking when Draco frowned in uncertainty. "Your hair is to blonde, your butt looks like a girls, you penis is small. You're a bitch that likes to shove toy up his ass. No one likes you because you take your coffee black, and your wand skills are so bad Harry would rather have Neville for an Auror partner then you." He said, taking a breath and raising an eyebrow. "Did it do anything?"

"Other than make me mad? No." Draco replied, resisting the urge to punch the other Slytherin in the face. "And how the hell did you know I take my coffee black?" He asked, not bothering to tell him that the 'shoving toys up his ass' was right. He did do it, and often.

Blaise shrugged and leaned back into the sofa, settling in as he drank from his glass. "Maybe because almost every Friday you make me buy you coffee because you say it's a 'stress reliever'." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. And what's so bad about drinking coffee black?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for his friend to answer.

"Draco, it's unnatural to like coffee without cream. To me you're practically inhuman." Blaise replied, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "I bet you Pansy would think the same if she was here."

"Oh and before I forget to mention. Don't you dare breath a word of this to her. I don't need her to try and 'fix' whatever this is." Draco demanded, pointing at Blaise. "I swear if you tell her, I'll castrate you with a spoon."

Blaise raised his hands, his eyes wide. "Alright, I swear it." He said, frowning when Draco shook his head. "Not enough?"

"No, you have to swear by the code of Slytherin." Draco said, his eyes narrowed. "Not even a slimy worm like you can break it."

Blaise sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. I swear on the code of Slytherin that I will not speak a word about this to Pansy." He vowed, staring at Malfoy when he was done. "Good enough?"

"Good enough."

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pushing open the door to his bathroom. Early morning sunlight streamed in from the windows in the room, bathing the white porcelain and black floors with a soft glow.

Malfoy moaned as he stretched, raising his arms and arching his back, his pale chest on clear display as he shook himself awake. Dreams of harsh words and rough hands had haunted him throughout the night, causing him to moan in his sleep and mutter things like 'take me' or 'more'.

He had awoken covered in sweat with a raging hard on, his underwear soaked with pre-cum. It had taken him a while to get out of bed, on account of how long it took for his erection to subside. As he readied the shower he thought back on the dream, knowing who had been in it. His name rhymed with 'drarry'.

"Are you telling me that every time I insult him he gets hard?" Harry said in astonishment, his eyes wide and his cheeks pale.

Blaise nodded, biting his lip. Of course he stuck with his vow of not telling Pansy, but that didn't mean he couldn't tell Potter. "Yeah, he came to me yesterday and told me about it. Apparently it's been happening since the Hensley's case." He confirmed, crossing his legs and leaning back in the seat.

They were in Harrys flat, before the Gryffindor had to go to work. They sat in the kitchen, since it would be easier for Harry to get ready than in the living room.

"I never noticed." Harry muttered, leaning his hip against the stove and cradling a cup of coffee. "Why are you telling me this?" He asked, suddenly suspicious, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

Blaise thought about it then shrugged. "I'm not really sure." He admitted, holding up his hand before the other man interrupted. "But I do know that he needs someone, even though he won't admit it. He has been alone since the war, ever since his parents died." He said, resting his chin on his palm as he gazed at Harry. "I know you might not think it but you are perfect for each other. You both are strong willed and capable of great amounts of courage. You both hate the spot light but are repeatedly thrust into it no matter how hard you try to get away." He said, staring straight into the Gryffindors eyes. "Plus you both take your coffee black. Which is inhuman to an extreme."

Harry stood there, frozen, until he snapped back at the last comment. "How is drinking coffee black inhuman?" He asked, wrinkling his nose. His brain whirled with all the things the Slytherin had told him, his head almost exploding with all of this new information.

Blaise sighed, but didn't bother to answer, his eyes suddenly serious. "Think about it Harry. No one would have the patience for Draco, or the will power to fight back. Only you do." He said as he stood, heading for the door. He stopped and turned, his eyes fierce.

"But I swear, if you hurt him I will kill you." His snarled, protective of his friend. "You will not be able to hide because I will find you. I will create nightmares you have not seen to torment your mind. I will do that and more if Draco gets hurt. I don't care too much about you, but for him I would do anything." He said as he turned on his heel and strode out the door, leaving behind a speechless Gryffindor in his wake.

Harry watched the man go, raising his coffee mug to his lips and drinking, wondering if Draco was worth the risk.

HEY! im doing another with a weird fetish! ive been wanting to do this for a while so im doing it! Draco is the bottom in this one (sorry). Blaise will be mentioned a lot. just a warning. hope you like and review. until next time!