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Ch 1: A Favor

Harry drifted off into his own thoughts as he looked around the room. Everyone was scribbling down the notes provided; he should be doing the same, but he just couldn't help to look up and stare. Stare from across the room at someone. Blaise Zabini just radiated subtle perfection if that was even possible. After the war, Harry felt that there wasn't really a drift or gap that separated the good from bad at Hogwarts.

Harry knew that getting caught would be embarrassing, but it didn't hit him until he saw his target turn and throw him a knowing look. Zabini sent a small smirk and a wink, shaking his head with a chuckle as Harry's eyes widened comically. The class ended, and Harry sighed; he hadn't been able to finish up copying the notes. Ron and Hermione, who were sitting on either side of him, immediately offered their own so Harry would have the proper notes to study off of.

"Have mine, mate, they're far easier to understand than Hermione's. Nobody knows what in the hell she's talking about, using those complicated words every second," Ron offered, good naturedly.

"Don't be ridiculous Ron; I can't even read your handwriting. It looks like chicken scratches; it's absolutely horrid!" Hermione rolled her eyes.

Harry gratefully accepted both, "Thanks you two, I'll use-"

"You would think that time slows down as you stare into space right? Well it doesn't," drawled a voice from behind. The trio whipped around to see a familiar platinum blond, twirling a quill around in his grasp, giving them with an unimpressed look.

"What're you on about, Malfoy," Ron scoffed.

Draco let the quill drop from his fingers and fall onto the desk, before facing Harry with a smirk, "Make a move already, Potter. Ogle at him too long and he'll be gone before you know it. I'm tired of seeing your pretty little head turning ever so slightly, in a way you think doesn't look obvious, and then staring at him. I didn't know you'd make it a daily routine."

Draco stood up to leave, gathering his things. Flushed in the face, Harry hurried over, and whispered quite harshly, "He knows, doesn't he?"

"Of course he does- I wouldn't be surprised if plenty others knew as well. But you've had your chance with him, haven't you? You're already on the list, and Blaise doesn't give seconds."

Harry knew about Blaise's 'list', but he also remembered that night far too well, along with all the days leading up to it. Harry didn't want to sound cocky or corny, but it was like Blaise's eyes lingered longer on him than others, smiled wider at him. He felt special, like they were actually in a relationship.

It was well known to the whole of Hogwarts about Blaise's intense activities, but no one could deny him. As bad as Blaise was supposed to be for staying with a person for a few nights and then moving on, everyone was guilty of secretly wanting to get on that list. No one really thought of it as getting used up because no one could resist Blaise's charm. Even though he moved on fast, he treated each person he stayed with better than the previous.

But to Harry, that night was one of the best nights. He wasn't a virgin or anything, no, he'd done it with Ginny multiple times. But with Blaise, the positions were switched and Harry was forced to submit, not that he really cared. To have Blaise, whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he tried to catch his breath after they did it; it made him feel cared for. Like they were actually in a relationship.

"Do you think he'd give me another chance?" Harry spoke up.

Draco shrugged his bag onto his shoulder and made his way to the door, "Do I pay attention to the fact that you think Blaise Zabini would give anyone another go or the fact that you're crushing on my best friend," he muttered to himself. Harry followed him out.

"Harry! Where are you going with that git!" Ron cried out, charging forward.

Harry held up his hand, "It's okay Ron; I need to ask Draco something. You two go on ahead; I'll catch up to you guys later."

Hermione gave him a suspicious look before dragging Ron away. "Oh so it's Draco now; I didn't know they were on a first name basis." Ron scowled.

Draco and Harry strut down the hall, away from the commotion, "Didn't think you'd be so persistent, Potter. What do you even want me to do?"

"I need a favor…" Harry fiddled with his forefingers.

Draco stopped in his tracks, "Pfft, and you're asking me of all people in this castle? As if I could actually help you...Wait- what exactly is it?" he hesitated.

"Um.." Harry looked a bit squeamish and turned away, mumbling something.

"Speak up; I can't hear you," Draco rolled his eyes.

"It's Blaise, I-"

Draco narrowed his eyes, "Did you not just hear a word I said in there? Blaise doesn't redo anyone on the list, unless he had feelings for someone. Playboys don't have feelings. It's all a game, Potter; didn't think you'd be naive enough to fall for his empty words."

"But you literally just told me to make a move. What do I do? Make a move or don't?" Harry cried out frustratedly, running his hand through his hair.

"Yes, I told you to make a move," Draco huffed, "but there is no next move after he's done with you. Now you're just another kid in this castle who had a few fun nights with him. Don't be so full of yourself, Potter, you're not as special as you think."

"Look Draco, it was different. There were small things that make me believe he actually cared about our time together."

"Potter," Draco started, "Harry, if Blaise cared about you and your little get together, why do you think he hasn't asked you out or anything yet? He hasn't done anything and that's straight proof that you're just another name on the list."

"Can you stop with the list?! Enough with it already. It's just a stupid piece of paper okay, it doesn't define anything. Please Draco, just try!" Harry pleaded.

"Why me? Can't you do this yourself or ask one of your lame friends?" Draco sighed.

Harry gave him an incredulous look, "C'mon, you're his best friend; you know him the most."

"It also would seem more suspicious, don't you think?"

"Please?..."

"Wouldn't you rather impress him with your own ways instead of asking for help and essentially buying your way into this?" Draco scowled.

Harry grabbed Draco by the shoulder and pulled him close so they were eye to eye. It was as if words could be read through a simple look. Draco glared into the swirling green orbs looking back at him, and started to feel his resolve breaking, "...What- what do I get out of it?"

Harry smiled a bit, "Are you seriously considering helping me?"

"I mean, I don't have to if you don't really want me to," Draco snorted, wondering why he was questioning it.

"No! No I do."

"Then let's do it."