AN : This story began as a gift for Scifinerd92, who is also the beta and who I'm grateful to have.
The story is set in their last year at school; most of the things in book 6 haven't happened and will never do. And Blaise is a dark boy in this story, just like J.K. Rowling made him, who by the way owns all the characters, I only own this story idea. I will upload a new chapter each monday, don't forget to review and let me know what you think.
I was standing beside Pansy, waiting for the first game of the Quidditch season to begin; Slytherin versus Gryffindor. If looks could kill, Pansy would have been long dead from all the glares I had given her; what was she thinking, dragging me up here in the cold autumn air? And then, to make it worse, spending the last ten minutes talking about Draco and the game plans he had shared with her! Don't get me wrong, I love Quidditch like any other wizard or witch, but I don't care about their strategies. So, since I'm a polite person, I nod and act like a fool while she explained even the basic things to me, as though I was a small child who didn't understand anything.
In the beginning I thought things couldn't get worse, but then it started to rain; Pansy always seems to bring bad luck every time she makes me join her. I put a protective charm over myself to keep myself dry. Oh how I hate the rain, always destroying my appearance.
Before I got carried away thinking about myself, both teams jumped on their brooms and flew around the pitch, trying to impress us before the match began. Madame Hooch was already standing in the centre waiting for them to slow down for the game. I watched Pansy as she was trying to shout louder than everybody wishing Draco good luck. If I were Draco I wouldn't have bothered with her; I like them classier and harder to get. Anyone that is prepared to spread their legs that willingly is far from my type. It's so tempting to slap her and tell her to get a grip of herself, but I know why he likes her – he likes to be the alpha in everything he does; that's why I don't like hanging out with him more than I need to.
Pansy's character disgusts me so much that she isn't even on my list over who I would like to fuck, and my list is reasonably long so it's difficult not to be on it. I do consider her a good friend but nothing more than that.
The first name on my list at the moment is the forbidden fruit, if you might call it that. Like so many others before me in history, I like – and want – the one thing that I'm supposed to hate. But sometimes history isn't enough; we need to try and fail ourselves to realize that they are actually true. Number one on my list is the green eyed beauty, Harry Potter.
Being a Slytherin is difficult enough, what with the war going on, but being interested in a Gryffindor is outrageous, especially because the Gryffindor I want is the saviour of the wizarding world. I know I should slap myself for even thinking about him, but I'm sure that I'm not the only one that thinks about the Golden Boy in that way. One person in particular is the Weasley girl. She and Pansy are the same, spreading their legs if their so called loved one wants them to. It's ridiculous and sickening seeing their weak self-power. I want him for completely different reasons; I want him because he is a fighter.
The cold rain was starting to penetrate my protective charm so I had to reinforce it. I hate standing out in the rain like this, like an animal. Then the Gryffindor caught my interest again as he dived after the snitch; I couldn't stop staring at him, his muscular body holding on to the broom while the rain was hitting down on him. If it weren't for Pansy I would have left long ago, for I prefer staring at Harry in class or at lunch, even if staring is below my standard. But standing outside in the rain staring at him was a little too open for my taste.
It must have been my luck when Harry twirled down towards the ground and snatched the snitch and ended the game; finally I would be allowed to leave. I watched him carefully as he climbed off his broom and jumped up and down with his team mates. Seeing him excited like that made me wish I was down besides him, kissing him. I hate it that I'm so obsessed with him, every time he's around me it's like I want to do things to him, without thinking about the consequences.
I continued to watch Harry and noticed that he didn't leave with the rest of his team mates; instead he walked in the opposite direction, towards the forest.
"You're not coming? I thought you hated the rain?" Pansy asked me suspiciously, snapping me out of my daze. She was right, but I didn't want to be stuck with her and listen to her moping about the game being fixed again. I also wanted to take a chance and be alone with Harry, even in the horrible rain.
When I said nothing, she huffed.
"Suit yourself," she said. "I'm going to wait for Draco." Like that was any surprise.
I waited until I was alone before I went down to where Harry had disappeared and tried to follow him. It didn't take long before I realized that I'm not the kind of person who would walk in the rain in pursuit after something I want. What on earth made me think that I could? Probably the idea of running my hands over Harry's hot and wet muscular body.
I don't like to give up but when there is rain involved, not to mention mud and other disgusting things; I think I would rather drink Hippogriff piss. I should have planned my actions a little better, running after the Gryffindor like we were lovers. If my mother had seen me she would be disappointed, I know I am. I decided to go back to the school, hopefully I would get a new chance to show him how I really feel about him, and it will be planned so there would be no rain involved.
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Once I got back to the common room I ignored Pansy. Luckily she quickly understood that I didn't wish to be around her and stayed out of my way. I still felt like a complete idiot going after Harry, and now I'll spend the rest of the week beating myself over it.
Unless I found a way to get my emotions out.
While finishing my last piece of homework for the next week I thought about how to get close to Harry. Of course I know the basic things that someone needed to know about him, but in order to get close to him I needed to know the small details: what classes he has and when, if he is a part of any club, does he eat at the same time each day, the little things that gave me an advantage in capturing him. And the best place to find that information is Draco. After all, he has spent the last six years hating Harry so he must know where to find him most of the time.
So I went to find Draco; it was time to put his little head into good use. Getting the information wouldn't be that difficult, I only had to start a conversation and slowly push it towards Harry and where he usually hangs out; Draco will think that he controls the conversation.
Just like I had predicted, Draco knew almost everything there was to know about Harry. Of course I can't be sure it's accurate but at least I have some information I didn't possess before. For example, for the rest of the week, he'll be down in the dungeons for another detention with Snape. The only problem now is to sit still and wait for the next day, and since I have completed all my homework there isn't much I can do to make the time fly by.
