Thanks to Sanguiyn my wonderful beta, who not only saves me from grammatical errors, but also dresses as a super hero when she does it.
Disclaimer:
Loosely based on '10 Things I hate about you', which was based on Shakespeare's 'Taming of the Shrew'.
You all know that I don't own the Harry Potter characters (JKR does). But if I did, something like this would happen to them...
There was no nicer way to put it. Draco Malfoy was a slut, and a little bit proud of it in fact. But aside from the fact that he was a man-whore who had slept with most of the gay population of Hogwarts, he actually was quite charming company (when he was not in a foul mood).
As his close friend, Blaise figured that Draco would easily give up his multiple shags to remain exclusive to just one person, if the right person came along. He never actually mentioned this to Draco though, as Draco always insistently claimed that he liked casual fucking and wouldn't know what a real relationship was if it ran up and slapped him on the bum. But Blaise supposed that the real reason for him never being in a serious relationship before was that no one had ever been important enough for him to justify commitment on any level.
Sex was like alcohol for Draco; it went together perfectly with having a good time, which was the main reason why he hadn't enjoyed last night one bit. School dances would usually go like this: immediately find someone to dance suggestively with, slam them against a wall and snog them insistently, haul them off to the bathroom, bend them over a toilet in one of the stalls and fuck them frantically. Right after, retreat from the bathroom to move on to next conquest. Repeat from step one.
But last night was different for many reasons. Firstly, he hadn't fucked anyone. Secondly, he only danced with one person. And finally, after his dance with Potter he hadn't attempted to move on to anybody else, but instead walked purposefully out of the Great Hall and headed straight for his dormitory for some much needed cooling down.
He awoke the following morning to the sound of Blaise's enthusiastic voice.
"Morning, Draco!"
"What time is it?" Draco asked, sitting up in bed and squinting groggily across the room.
"It's eleven o'clock," Blaise said happily, coming over to Draco's bed and placing a plate of toast onto Draco's bedside table. "You missed breakfast, so I brought you up some toast."
"Okay, Blaise," Draco replied, peering warily at the pile of toast. "What do you want?"
"What on earth is that supposed to mean?" Blaise asked, feigning innocence. "Can't I bring my friend some toast when he misses breakfast without getting the third degree?"
"Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?" Draco asked, confused. "You're never in a good mood in the morning."
Blaise simply smirked at him before sitting down on Draco's bed.
"Merlin!" Draco stammered in horror. "You fucked Finnigan! That's why you're so uncharacteristically cheery this morning!"
"For your information, I did not have sex with Seamus last night," Blaise answered truthfully, though the sandy-haired Gryffindor was the sole reason for his abnormally good mood. They had spent the whole night dancing harmlessly together. Even though Blaise would have liked to have taken things further with his new crush, he found himself enjoying every moment he spent with Seamus, despite the lack of lustful intimacy. He was after all looking for a serious relationship, and that needed more innocent actions at first. The more physical stuff could wait… for a little while at least.
Draco chewed a piece of toast slowly and swallowed, studying his best friend carefully. "Then if you didn't bring me breakfast out of happiness from bedding Seamus, then you must want something from me."
Blaise merely smiled innocently at Draco.
"Out with it, Zabini!" Draco demanded, after swallowing the last bite of his piece of toast.
"Fine," Blaise relented, knowing that he would have to tell Draco eventually. "I made plans to study with Seamus in the library tonight, so you have to come too and keep Potter company."
"What?!" Draco exploded, his arms flailing in anger, upending the plate of toast on his beside table and causing it to fall onto the floor. "I do not! Going to the library does not count as a date!"
"Well no, but studying is not all that I hope to be doing with Seamus tonight. Afterwards we might--"
"Ew! Blaise, shut your face! I do not want to hear that, especially after I've just woken up! And I definitely don't want to spend my Saturday night in the library babysitting Potter again while you and Finnigan snog behind a bookshelf!"
"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy dancing with Potter last night, Draco. You almost snogged him!" Blaise accused.
"I did not!" Draco denied, but couldn't prevent the blush that spread over his cheeks after Blaise's statement. While dancing with Potter had no doubt turned him on, there was no way he was about to admit that to himself or to anyone else for that matter.
"Don't try lying to me, Draco Malfoy, I saw you."
"Didn't Finnigan fondle you enough last night, Blaise?" Draco's panicked expression immediately turned into a smirk. "He mustn't have, seeing as you had nothing better to do than watch Potter and me dance."
"For your information, Seamus fondled me plenty," Blaise huffed. "We just decided to check up on you two for a little bit. You know, make sure you two didn't start fighting or something. Turns out we had nothing to worry about, because you and Potter were getting on well. Very well indeed."
"Oh shut up, nothing really happened! We were just dancing like everyone else," Draco snapped, leaning over the bed to pick the plate and toast up off the floor.
"Draco, you got more action than me!"
"You mean you and Seamus didn't snog?" Draco asked, thinking, 'Well I always get more action than you Blaise'.
"No," Blaise answered disappointingly. "Please come to the library tonight, Draco; I need to see Seamus again!"
"Fine, I'll go," Draco sighed irritably. He really didn't have any other choice. Blaise was his best friend, so he had a duty to help him. "But if you can't keep it in your pants and end up sneaking off with Finnigan while we're studying, I'll hex it off."