Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am in no way making any money from this work. This is a work of fiction, and any similarity between characters in this story and real life is purely coincidence.
Summary: Malfoy is blackmailed into dating a muggle girl for a month. Will he just get it over with and move on, or will he discover something more?
"Blaise Zabini, this is blackmail!"
"Does it look like I care? I am a Slytherin, after all."
"Does the word 'loyalty' mean anything to you?"
Blaise hesitated for a moment. "No. Nothing. So sorry."
Draco Malfoy snarled. "Give me that picture, NOW, Zabini."
Blaise smirked. "Fine. Take it." He pulled a photograph from his robes, which Draco quickly grabbed and tore into several pieces, letting them flutter to the ground.
"I do have more, you know."
Draco swore colorfully. He paced the room, weighing his options. Succumb to Blaise's blackmail and do what he wanted, or let everyone see the picture. Either option was too horrible to fathom. Finally, running his hand though his hair, he turned back to Blaise.
"What do you want from me?"
Blaise grinned. "I take it you don't want this getting out then?" He pulled another picture from his robes, and Draco grimaced at the sight.
"No, of course not. I'll do anything." A hint of desperation crept into his voice. "I- I mean, within reason, of course. I won't do anything stupid."
"No, you've done enough of that for this year. No… I'll have to find something better than stupid. Something painful."
Blaise lapsed into a long silence. Draco watched as he smiled, frowned, and shook his head repeatedly. Sitting down, Draco recalled the events which had led him into this situation.
It had been an excellent party. To celebrate the downfall of The Dark Lord, the Rvenclaw house had decided to hold a party. Not just any party. A full-out, get completely sloshed, party. Of course, the alcohol was more there to dull the pain of loss than anything else. Nobody really noticed when Draco, Pansy and Gregory showed up. Goyle seemed inconsolable over the loss of Vincent Crabbe. Who could've known that either of them were capable of emotion? They had been best friends for years, though…
Then the Gryffindors had shown up. Those bloody prats! Potter had stood in the center of a crowd of his sycophants, wallowing in the attention. Not realizing that everything was spiked, Potter and his friends had started eating the entire supply of food, faster than the house elves could restock the table. Draco had laughed at Potter when he began to stumble and slur his words.
And then it… well, he wasn't sure how it had happened, but Draco had ended up in a room somewhere, alone with what had seemed to be a very pretty girl. Or maybe she was really ugly, Draco couldn't remember. All he knew is that they had both been very drunk.
"Hey, you… pretty," Was all Draco had been able to say. The girl had giggled at this.
"Yeah"
"Wanna… you know?"
"What?"
"You know… thingy."
"Oh!" The girl fell over in her drunkenness. "Yeah."
Draco had pulled her closer then, dragging her into a very sloppy kiss. There was a bright flash, a shriek, and a laugh. Draco had stumbled backward, dragging the girl with him. He had fallen heavily onto the floor, passing out in the process.
It was hours later that he awoke. Sitting up, Draco was attacked by a pounding headache.
"Shit!"
Draco looked around, his vision swimming before him. Next to him was the girl from last night, lying face down on the floor, her blond hair in a mess. Draco flipped her over, and her hair fell off, revealing short black hair beneath.
A wig! Draco struggled to focus on the face in front of him. Looking the person over, he saw everything you might expect to see on a face: two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and- a scar?!
Draco jumped to his feet, stumbling into the wall behind him. Harry potter! He had KISSED Harry Potter. Bloody fucking Harry Potter! Thank Salazar no one had seen! Or… had they? Draco's eyes fell upon a picture lying on the floor at his feet. He scooped it up and studied it, his eyes growing wide. The picture was a very clear image of Draco kissing a blond-haired Harry Potter. In the corner of the picture was scribbled, "Happy birthday! Blaise"
"It's not my fucking birthday!" shouted Draco, at no one in particular. Harry grunted on the floor. Swearing, Draco dashed out of the room, the picture crumpled in his hand. Blaise would pay for this. No one made a fool out of Draco Malfoy. No one! Dashing into the Slytherin common room, he had stopped dead when he saw Blaise standing in front of him, picture in hand, grinning. And here he was, waiting to find out what his "punishment" would be.
Blaise's voice shook Draco out of his thoughts. "Got it. Draco Malfoy." He grinned evilly. "If you don't want the entire wizarding world to know about this," he waved the picture in Draco's face, "You will…"
"Y-Yes?"
"You will go out with a muggle for a month."
"No! I won't! I'll never-" Draco stopped when he saw Blaise point his wand at the picture, ready to enlarge it and post it on every wall.
"…Fine," Draco spat. "But ONLY a month. And I won't do anything with her."
"Kiss her."
Draco glared at Blaise. "Alright. But that's ALL."
"And you have to go on at least five dates."
"I hate you, you know that?"
"I know."
"As soon as this is over, I'll have you killed."
"Oh?" said Blaise. "I don't think you'll do that. You see, I already set up a precaution against that. If I am hurt, killed, or otherwise maimed on your orders in revenge for this, the picture will automatically be sent to the editors of several well-read tabloids."
Draco huffed, and then brightened slightly as he thought of a way out. "And what if I can't find said Muggle?"
"Don't worry about that. We'll just take a trip down to London and find some tart for you." Draco grimaced.
"Fine. But I won't like it."
"I never said you had to, mate."
"I'm not your mate, traitor." Draco stalked out of the common room and down to the great hall, where everyone would gather to take the train home. Blaise grinned once again as he watched Draco leave.
Life was good when you were evil.