Into Your Gravity
He laid there. Eyes closed. Replaying the moment that had happened more than 10 minutes ago over and over again in his mind. This was unlike him! Draco…Malfoy… has never done anything this ridiculously imprudent in his entire life.
Malfoy used his elbows to help support his upper body up before scrambling up on his two feet. He looked at his rumpled up shirt from his rendezvous with Pansy. He hurriedly button it back up and slipped his robes quickly back on. Draco straightened his tie as he was leaving the room. He needed to leave. The bloody hell with curfew.
Draco didn't know where to head. He decided to slip his way to Slytherin's dorm and just stay there for a while. Pansy would be there. Then again, she'd most likely be in the girls' room crying her petty little eyes out. He proceeded in anyways.
When he arrived, he expected to be alone, but no. Blaise was there.
"I expected it to deserted in here," said Draco with a nod, before leaving against the wall, arms folded, facing Blaise.
"Sorry," said Blaise, putting his book down. "But seriously. What normal person would retire at this hour?"
Draco shrugged. "Then where's everyone?"
"The usual," replied Blaise, eyeing Draco. "Girlfriends. Boyfriends. Secret meetings. You know. Those type of things."
Draco gave Blaise a sly smile. "And you have no plans this evening, whatsoever?"
Blaise smiled and raised a brow. "Nope. I'm surprised you don't either, actually, Slytherin's 'hot' sex god."
Draco sighed. Being branded by the girls who've fancied him over the years had been flattering. He always took it as an ultra positive compliment. But along with that, he's always thought they were completely useless and too damn "cheap." His look became solemn. "Ha. Yeah, surprising, isn't it? But really. Girls are only after the generic things in a guy. They're all pretty stupid. It annoys me."
Blaise changed the topic. "Okay, mate. Mind telling me why you're here?"
Staring at Blaise, Draco was trying to decipher what to tell him. He took his time, but apparently he took too long.
"Granger kick you out?"
This made Draco scoff. "As if. Something within those lines, but I left on my own accord. That mudblood couldn't kick me out even if she tried." He said it with such an attitude, it hinted to the secret emotions behind it.
Blaise knew Draco was telling the truth, but hell! He was acting odd. "Ah. So Grangers behind all of this." He examined Draco up and down and tsked. " Oh, Draco. " Then he chuckled.
Frustrated, Draco shouted, " It's because that munter mudblood hates my very living being!" Blaise raised an eyebrow . Draco's frustration and hostility surprised and entertained him. Draco kept on rambling, obviously lost in his rant. " She can kiss that rat Weasel-Bee in open public, but I can't be intimate with Pansy in private!"
"Leave it to Granger to be the only girl in Hogwarts to hate your dumb arse," drawled Blaise.
"Well I'm damn glad for that! It'd be hell of a disgusting situation for me if she did like me." Draco shuddered lightly, given that the idea truly didn't bother him at the least and that he was only shuddering for the show.
"And why is that?" asked Blaise, totally not buying it.
Draco thought for a split second. "She's an uptight, stubborn, annoying, smart-know-it-all!" He paused. "Girls throw themselves at me for who I am. Girls who are ten-…one-hundred times prettier than Granger! Even if, hypothetically, she, Granger herself, threw that petty little body to me, and I happen to take advantage of that, presuming that I'd have to be bloody mad and desperate at the time, then I'd regret it soon than later!" He said all of that in one breath so now Draco was breathing at a faster rate than he was before. " She's one of those girls who'll get attached to feelings that were never there in the first place."
Blaise sat up straighter. His look became semi-serious. "Come on, Draco. You're saying that you find the thought of her liking you, disgusting. You're saying that her body's pretty, for Chris sakes! And last, but certainly not the least, you're saying that you'll regret if you take advantage of that vivacious thing, you'll regret it! You're saying all of this, yet you haven't even had a taste of that girl, much less even know her!"
"I know her enough!"
"No you don't," Blaise said quickly. "That's the thing! You don't know, Draco!" He laughed.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Where are you getting at, Blaise?"
Blaise kept laughing, the seriousness in his eyes gone and replaced with playfulness. "Oh Draco. Oh, Draco. It's very sad and amusing to see you like this.
Draco's curiosity rose and his patience began to decrease. "Blaise," he growled.
Blaise stopped laughing, but a smirk remained on his face, and a twinkle resided in his eyes. " Draco, an interesting thought came up just now. Would you like to know? I'm quite sure you would. How do you feel about a conquest?"
Puzzled, Draco asked, "A conquest?" What did Blaise mean by conquest?
Leaning back, Blaise's smirk became more and more radiant. "Yeah. A conquest by the means of…say…a bet. What do you say?"
"About?" asked Draco.
"Make that Granger, the one that hates you so much, fall for you. And I mean, seriously head over heels for you."
Not being able to help himself, Draco burst out laughing. "Are you a berk! You're pulling my leg, right?" He ran out of breath from laughing and felt a tear come from him eye. He wiped it off. Still chuckling, he said," I mean Granger? Get off with it, Blaise."
Blaise only shrugged. "It would be interesting."
Draco became serious within a spilt second, his eyebrows coming together, and his jaws set. "Blaise, you're high on some sort of black market drug aren't you? Besides, what would I gain after I make that mudblood fall for me? A never-ending parade of love from her? No thanks. I'd rather have her dislike my existence, than have her actually like me."
It took Blaise not too long to respond. "Bragging rights, for one. Being the one who conquered the unconquerable. Being the one with all her firsts." When this didn't seem to look like it bought Draco over, Blaise added one more thing. "If that doesn't satisfy, take this. Win this bet, and you steal her heart. And if you're still game, you can crush it." Seeing Draco's eyes widened a bit, Blaise flashed an award-winning smile. " Plus, it'll show everyone, especially her bugger friends. Imagine what they'd feel like. What…Ronald Weasley would feel."
Suddenly, after hearing the part about crushing her heart and breaking Weasley's, Draco became extreme excited. If he enters in this bet, and wins, which he knows he already will, then that'd be killing two birds with one stone. He let out a low, sinister-like chuckle and walked over to where Blaise sat. Blaise stood up and when Draco stopped five feet in front of him, they both held out both of their right hands and shook on it.
"I'll do it," said Draco. "I'll enjoy taking that bitch's heart and crushing it. Not to mention breaking that pureblood traitor, Weasley."
Blaise only smiled. He didn't mention that there was a possibility that it would not only be Hermione's heart that would be stolen away and crushed later on.
