Author's Note: Hi! This is a gift-fic for my friend Leni, caramel01. She requested Draco to be like this, so it's not my fault! Luff you loads! Hugs Leni till air is squashed out of lungs and cannot breathe anymore
Also, this is my first ever fic, and I'm not used to writing slash, so forgive me! Constructive criticism is welcome! Please Review!
Disclamer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling! I own only the plot! No money is being made out of this!Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy, Head Boy, was patrolling the corridors on his nightly rounds. Since 1st Year, he had grown and was now tall, owning a lean, muscular body, rewards of the effort he put into Quidditch.
His personality had also grown. He was still the arrogant prick to a certain threesome, but he had shed his affinity for Voldemort and the Dark Arts, and having had seen many of his classmates suffer from his wrath, he declined to be part of his Death Eaters, which turned out to be quite a good idea, as Harry Potter, The-Boy-who-lived, lived again.
He had also begun to appreciate some things more Muggle, such as piercing and tattoos. And of course, eyeliner. He had nearly gone so far as to tattoo eyeliner around his eyes, but had decide against it, the pain of the dragon tattoo he had had done on his back influencing it. Inside, Draco Malfoy was a big crybaby. However, he found that his new 'attire' had made him become far more popular than he already was with the girls. And, of course, the guys.
Yes, Draco Malfoy was bisexual.
Nearing the end of his route, he heard noises coming from the nearby Room of Requirement. He glanced at his watch. To his surprise it was almost midnight. He was about to thrust open the door, pausing only to recognize the voices. It was Pothead and Weasel. Smirking to himself, he removed his hand, wondering what had possessed two of the Dream Team to be in the Room of Requirement so late at night.
Suddenly, 'YES! I, Harry Potter, have finally beaten you, Ronald Weasley, at Wizard's Chess! Hand over your money!'
Draco grinned to himself. It was just like Potter and Weasley to still, at their age, play such a game. He had once been the champion of Slytherin, in fact probably still was, as nobody had challenged him since 4th year. He thought to himself that neither of those idiots could beat him at the game.
'I'd love to see Potter's face when I beat him…' he thought to himself. 'Maybe I'll challenge him tomorrow, in front of everyone, then he can't refuse. There could be…' he smirked to himself again, ' forfeits…'
Breakfast was in session when the Head Boy strode in purposefully. Unusually late, many eyes were on him as to their astonishment, he made his way to the Gryffindor table, directly to where Harry and Ron were hotly discussing Quidditch. Meanwhile, Hermione, not paying attention to a word, was immersed in another book.
Draco went up to Harry. The majority of the pupils and the staff were avidly watching him now, when he declared, ' I have a proposition for you, Potter.'
Harry glanced around at the fixated looks. 'And what might that be, Ferret?' he replied nastily.
'A game of Wizards Chess. The loser,' Draco smirked,' must be the champions servant for a month.'
Harry gulped. 'And what if I refuse?'
'Do you really think that wise, Potter' Draco retorted. As Harry was about to reply, Dumbledore stepped in. 'I think this is a wonderful idea, Mr Malfoy. It would certainly benefit inter-house relationships in the future. Good day.'
'Fine then Malfoy. I accept your 'proposition' as you like to call it. When do you propose to play?'
Draco cocked an eyebrow. 'You do realise there is more to this than a simple agreement? In high-class wizarding agreements,' he paused and glared snootily at Ron, 'a contract must be made, signed by both competitors.'
Ron rudely interrupted. 'Of course he knows that, he's not an idiot like you are!'
Draco sent him a scathing look as he whipped out his wand and conjured up a piece of parchment. It proclaimed the following:
I, Draco Malfoy, hereby agree that if I lose this game of Wizards Chess then I will be Harry Potter's hand and foot servant for an entirety of thirty days (1 month)
Signed: Draco Malfoy
I, Harry Potter, hereby agree that if I lose this game of Wizards Chess then I will be Draco Malfoy's hand and foot servant for an entirety of thirty days (1 month)
Signed:
'Sign it Potter,' Draco ordered.
'I will. I sure hope you're looking forward to being my 'slave', Malfoy. You'll finally learn how you treat your house-elves.'
Draco was about to send Harry a seething look, when he noticed how green Harry's eyes were. He stared at them, then was shook out of his trance, when Head Girl Hermione Granger, exclaimed, 'This is an excellent idea! It can promote awareness for house-elves!'
Draco sent her a withering look, then spat, 'I'll play you at lunch today in the Room of Requirement. Don't', he glared at Harry, 'be late.'
With that her turned on his heel, strode off towards his lesson, robes billowing behind him.
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