Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Title: Playing With the Heart
Rating: R (NC-17)
Warning: slash (m/m)
The Bet
He was there again. For someone that had their own room, Blaise couldn't stay away from Draco's room. And there he was, draped across Draco's bed reading the latest "Witch Weekly". Draco couldn't help but stop and stare at Blaise. He was gorgeous, with his tanned Italian skin and his dark chin length curly hair. He had full poutty lips that he would moisten with his long tongue every so often. But the most beautiful part was his indigo eyes. If you stared too long, you would get lost in them, which is probably why Blaise got whatever Blaise wanted. Especially from a certain gray eyed beauty. Draco had lusted after Blaise ever since he realized his penis was meant for more than just pissing. Blaise knew this and used this to his advantage as much as possible.
"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to come into the room?" Blaise didn't even bother to look up from his magazine. He knew Draco was standing there watching him. He had purposely planted himself in a sex kitten way on Draco's bed. He loved the way Draco would stare at him like he was a piece of chocolate cake and Draco was a fat kid ready eat him up. Draco would do anything for him and Blaise loved it.
This is the main reason Blaise never allowed Draco to bed him. Oh, he gave Draco a little here and a little there, but he never allowed Draco to have all of his sweet arse. He knew he could keep him on a short leash if he just held out a little longer.
"You know you have your own room, thanks to our "mother and father", so why don't you ever use it?" Draco said as he gracefully removed his cloak. With a flick of his wand the cloak hung itself in the closet. He slowly glided toward the bed as he took in all of Blaise's beauty.
"Oh yes, our "mother and father". I believe they are in the south of France visiting some friends. They do make such a lovely couple."
Draco couldn't help but snort at Blaise's statement. This of course was another reason Blaise was slightly untouchable. When the war against Voldemort ended a year ago, with of course Harry Potter being the victor, many things changed quickly. Lucius Malfoy's dead body was found amongst other dead Death Eaters. Cause of death was unknown. Narcissa clamed Draco and she had nothing to do with the Death Eaters or Voldemort and both were found innocent after many trials. The crazy part, the thing that neither Blaise nor Draco saw coming, was when one Blaise Zabini Sr. asked one Narcissa Malfoy to become his wife. Two powerful families coming together after a time of unrest was the perfect power play. But what Draco wanted the most, what he lusted after, what he thought about when he was fucking others, was now his brother! Blaise was just his step-brother, but he was still his brother!
"So brother of mine, what rubbish are you reading about now?" Draco said this while he straddled Blaise's lap. He reached for the magazine and he was able to pluck it from Blaise's hands.
"I was reading that! But no matter, I read all I wanted to read about our favorite boy wonder."
"What are you talking about now? You mean Harry fucking Potter has finally allowed someone to interview him? This should be good!"
"Oh, it gets better than good brother. Our shy boy has cum out of the closet! Pun intended."
"What?...HAHAHA! That is classic. Harry Potter Gay… what will the world do? Did it say who our hero was giving it up to? I can think of a few guys that would do the deed with The Great Harry Potter at this school, but I bet a million gallens he is getting it up the arse from Weaselby."
"Drake, you have never been so wrong. It seems Potter is dating…Oliver Wood! It says (Blaise snatched the magazine back from Draco) "It's very hard to have a long distance relationship, but Oliver is very worth it." It's all so very romantic, isn't Drake?"
Blaise, never one to give up a chance to be a cock tease, decides this very moment to slowly thrust his manhood against Draco's hardening cock.
"And do you know what the best part is Drake? Harry Potter has decided (thrust) to wait (grind) until marriage (thrust) to give (grind) it (thrust) up (grind)!"
"You mean he's a Virgin?" Draco could hardly form this sentence because all blood had decided to rush to his other head.
Blaise chose this very second to gently push Draco off of him and slowly stand with a great smirk upon his face. He loved the reaction he was always able to get from his Drake. He lived for it. All Draco could do was roll onto his back with his eyes closed, breathing hard, trying to get his little friend under control.
"Down Boy! And yes, our hero is a virgin. Can you believe it? It would take a great man to deflower our boy wonder…The King of Gryffindor!"
Slowly opening his eyes, Draco stares into indigo eyes and slowly gets lost in them. "If I didn't know better, I would say that was a challenge."
"Oh please! You are a sexy man Drake but you would never be able to bed Potter. He hates you. Not to mention he is highly guarded by his friends."
Draco rose up so he could lean on his elbows. "I can get Potter in the sack, and we can have fun with his idiot friends while we are at it. We can cause a little trouble for the Mudblood and the Weasel that will keep them too busy to bother with Potter."
"This sounds like a bet…I love bets. I always make sure I win. I bet that you are unable to bed Potter after two weeks. I will even help stare up things with his friends because I know I will win either way. Now, what would I like if I win?" Blaise tapped his chin as if he is deep in thought. He then snapped his fingers. "I know. If I win, I get the beach house in the states to myself for the whole summer. You know how I hate your friends Drake."
"That's a bit much but it's a deal. I know I will win this little bet. Now, what will I get if I win? You don't have much I want."
"But Drake, I have the one thing that you have wanted for a very long time." Blaise slowly straddled Draco's lap. He leaned in so close to Draco, there lips were an inch apart.
"If you win, and you won't, you can have the one thing I haven't given you. You can have all of me. I will be your sex slave. You can do (grind) anything you want to me… do we have a deal (grind)?"
All Draco could do was nod his head as Blaise jumped up. "Great, it's a bet. May the best man win! We can talk details later. I've got a date with a hotty from our favorite house. Catch you later."
Blaise left Draco a hard mess on his bed. Draco knew he had to win this bet. Not only would he have the title "Deflowerer of the Great Harry Potter" but he would finally get his wet dream. He had to win.
But right now he had other issues to attend to. He hated when Blaise left him hard and leaking. It was time for him to visit a "friend" of his own to help him with his little problem.
To Be Continued…
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