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-A Harry Potter Fanfiction-

Description: When Harry Potter (Protector of the Wizarding World) loses control over the secret that he's gay, it gets bad. But when it comes out that the man he's been seeing is Blaise Zabini, it gets worse. His friends are against him and Ginny won't even talk to him. Not to mention, Harry's been spending all his time living with the Slytherins, who've taken him in with open arms. Now that he's finally able to let loose, his close friendship with the seductive, charming, skilled, but guarded Blaise Zabini seems to get closer and a new friendship with silent, intelligent, and beautiful Draco Malfoy blossoms. (EVENTUAL THREESOME!)

Chapter Four: Till Their Hearts Gave Out

A/N: Before you read my story, I think it's only polite for me to put a disclaimer or two. Harry Potter, sadly, does not belong to me and I am in no way, shape, or form, making money off of it. This story contains a LOT of swearing. Seriously, there's a fuckload of it. Also, I am not English of any sort. I live in America, so I am EXTREMELY sorry if I am not saying the correct terms. I'll try my absolute best. This story is so AU it's not even funny. Dumbledore, Snape, and Sirius are alive. Voldemort was killed already. It's a love triangle type of story featuring Blaise, Harry, and Draco. (._. Actually a threesome.) Contains Hermione, Ron, and Ginny BASHING. Now, let's get on with it, shall we?

Chapter Four: Till Their Hearts Gave Out

It was early in the morning when Blaise was woken by a hand shaking him. His eyes slowly opened.

"Harry?" Blaise asked. His vision slightly blurry.

"Hardly." Draco answered him back. The blond pointed towards the bed which contained a sound asleep Harry curled around his pillow. "It's your more Slytherin friend." Draco had long known about Blaise and Harry's friendship. And as much of a shock as it was for both Blaise and Draco, he didn't have a problem with it. Blaise sat up a bit, rubbing his eyes.

"Exactly why am I being woken up at this hour?" Blaise asked after looking at his floating time ball. 5:09.

"Quidditch practice." Blaise's eyebrow rose.

"Since when do I play Quidditch? Or you for that matter, didn't you quit?"

Draco rolled his eyes and looked as if what he was saying made perfect sense.

"Not the Slytherin practice. The Gryffindor practice. I was thinking giving our good weasel friend a little visit."

Was Blaise shocked at his friend's plan? No. He's been through too much for anything to shock him anymore, but he was amused at the mischievous gleam that shone in the taller Slytherin. Was going to the Gryffindor's Quidditch practice really a good idea, however? Yes, Weasley was wrong for throwing Harry out of his own common room and he still wanted to knock his lights out, but he remembered Harry telling him last night not to hurt him.

Why was he such a Gryffindor?

"Give me a few minutes to get dressed." Blaise said, earning a smirk from his partner-in-crime.

Ron wiped his brow from sweat. They just started practice and already Ron was finding being Captain a tough job. But at least it was better than that Harry Potter. He laughed. He can't believe that poof used to be his best friend. It disgusted him thinking about it.

"Ron! Are you thinking about Hermione up there?!" Ron whipped his head downwards and glared at his younger sister. She waved at him innocently before dashing underneath him trying to catch the Snitch.

"Oh, hush up, Ginny!" He called after her. The redhead turned her broom around and flew to her brother.

"Oh, it's quite alright, mate. I would think about Hermione, too, if she were my girlfriend. It's normal." She teased.

Ron felt face heat up.

"That's not what I was thinking about!" He all but whined.

"Yeah, I'm sure-" Ron watched Ginny's face go into a frown as something on the ground caught her attention. What was it? Ron looked towards the ground and saw two figures standing in the middle of the pitch.

"What are they doing here?" Ginny asked.

"I'm gonna find out." He swooped down towards the two figures that were already catching the attention of his other teammates. As he got closer he caught a glimpse of chocolate skin and blonde hair.

"Zabini! Malfoy?! Why the fuck are you two here?!"

Blaise stepped forward, his arms crossed.

"I could ask you the same thing, Weasley. Since when, exactly, did you become the Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain?" His voice laced with something that Ron could not place. "I thought Harry had that spot under wraps."

Ron laughed. "Why would we let a poof as Captain? He isn't wanted here, anymore."

"After all he's done for us? For you? The Dark Lord is long dead and gone and it's all because of Harry." Blaise challenged. He was disgusted.

"He hasn't done shite for me! I did work, too, ya know. Both me and Hermione! But did we get anything, no!"

"You can't be serious. Harry. Saved. Your. Life." With every word Blaise stepped closer to the bigger redhead until they were practically nose to nose.

"Of course, his fuck buddy would come to his defense." Ginny said from behind Ron, showing her face.

"Ah, there's the Weaselette!" Draco exclaimed dramatically. "We've been searching for you, doll."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Malfoy? Why are you here? Wait. Don't tell me. You're shagging Harry, too. That manwhore."

"Oh, are you jealous, Weaselette? I mean, Harry was stolen right from you. You thought you had him all wrapped around your freckled little finger. Although, judging from the look of exhaustion he always had on his face and the way he tends to look in the distance and daydreams about Merlin knows what, I would say you didn't have him at all. In fact, word around the castle says that he was going to break up with you." Draco drawled nonchalantly while looking at his nails.

Blaise wondered when Draco had time to notice these things. Every time he and Draco were together, while Blaise was trying to keep his attention on Harry and his surroundings, Draco seemed to be only interested in reading or sleeping. More of the latter than the former. Blaise turned his attention to Ginny who looked close to tears.

"Hey, Malfoy! That's enough! I'm glad Ginny isn't with Harry, anymore. Maybe if his father wasn't dead, he would have become more of a real man." Ron sneered.

Before Blaise had time to react to the crude words that left Ron's mouth, Draco moved forward and locked eyes with Ron. Draco's striking gray eyes locked on the slightly shorter boy's boring blue ones. He seemed to move with speed. Ron seemed startled at how close the blond was.

It felt as if everything moved slowly for Ron. As if his brothers gave him their time muffins like for his birthday last year. He saw blond locks coming towards him, a sharp jaw, a perfect nose, pink, soft looking lips and a pale fist.

Wait. Did he just think that Draco's lips were so-.

Draco landed a hard punch on Ron's cheek, sending the boy down to the ground. Ginny tried launching herself at the blond but Blaise was quicker and pointed her wand towards her; she paused in her tracks in shock.

Ron cupped his cheek, which hurt like hell, and looked up at the Slytherin. Draco has a humorless grin on his face. His expression dark.

"Next time, don't sneer, Weasley. It looks better on me. And DON'T-" Draco rushed towards the blue-eyed boy and straddled him between his legs as he grabbed Ron by his Quidditch uniform. "EVER say something so disgusting and unimaginative about Harry when I'm around again!" His eyes held a psychotic shine that made Ron almost shiver in fear. "GOT IT?!" Malfoy smiled widely, showing his perfectly straight white teeth. It just added to the Don't-Mess-With-Me look.

Even Blaise had to admit he was on edge when Draco got like that. And he had only seen it once before. When Draco saved him all those years ago. Blaise placed a hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Come on. I think we've made our point." Draco stood up and sneered at the redhead before spinning on his heels and stalked off. Blaise turned his attention back to the two Weasley's who were now holding on to each other.

"I suggest that you make up with Harry or just simply exclude him from your life. This was a nice chat, wasn't it?" He flipped his wand backwards and shoved it in his trousers before walking away from the pitch. He heard the frozen Quidditch teammates suddenly become animated again and raced to the two redheads. No doubt gossiping to their hearts gave out

Harry woke up suddenly with the urge to pee. He felt his heart leap in fear for a split second as he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar room but relaxed when he remembered last night's events. He hopped out of the bed and walked to the door that he was sure was the bathroom. Draco went in there last night. Harry thought.

He pushed the door open and was ready to relieve himself when he decided to look to the left. Staring back at him was none other than a naked Pansy Parkinson sitting in a filled bathtub with her leg raised. A pink razor in her hand.

Everything was so silent you could cut it with a knife.

"Oh, shit! I'm-" An eardrum shattering scream interrupted Harry's apology.

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" A bar of soap came hurtling towards the green eyed boy. Hitting him on the forehead before he had time to escape.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" He screamed as he scurried out of the bathroom and closed it behind him. His breathing heavy.

Oh god. Why? He thought to himself as he slid down the door.

Exactly why was Parkinson in Blaise and Draco's bathroom? Speaking of those two, where are they? Harry stared at the empty bed in which he saw Blaise climb into just last night.

"So, Potter. Were you looking for a peep show?" Harry and Pansy were currently sitting at small table in the Slytherin Common Room. Pansy had her arm on the table, her head resting in her hand. Harry was sitting across from the girl. His hands in his lap. He felt his cheeks getting warmer.

"No. I didn't even think you would be in there. Isn't that Blaise and Draco's room?" Pansy let out an exasperated breath.

"I bathe there every morning because they actually have a tub as well as a shower, Potter!" Harry felt himself getting defensive.

"Well, they didn't tell me that! How was I supposed to know that you'd be in there bloody naked?" Harry noticed the reddening of the Slytherin girl's face. "You didn't have to pummel my head in, though."

"Oh, toughen up, Potter. It was a bar of soap. You're lucky it's all I threw."

"W-Well it's' not like I wanted to see you naked!" Harry stuttered. Pansy let a sly grin form on her face.

"Don't tell me you've never seen a naked girl before."

"…"

Pansy let out a light laugh.

"Sorry." Harry whispered.

"What?"

"I said sorry."

"Are you actually apologizing to me?"

Harry looked at Pansy in confusion. "Isn't that what normal people do when they are wrong?" Pansy rolled her eyes.

"I didn't know the Golden Boy knew how to apologize." She explained still in shock.

"Please don't call me that. I never wanted any of this, Parkinson. It just was all put on me…" Harry felt his eyes tear up. No. No, he couldn't do this here. Not in front of someone who hated him and the ground he walked on.

"P-Potter!" Pansy exclaimed, shocked. "Don't tell me you're crying!"

He shook his head and willed himself to continue.

"This whole week has been just horrible."

Pansy thought back to what happened in the Great Hall. How Weasley punched him in the face in front of everyone, how the other Weasley declared him gay in front of the whole student body, how Blaise was the first to get up and protect Harry, and how Blaise carried him out of the Great Hall into the nurse's office. Draco even told her how Blaise waited for Harry to wake up.

"So…what the Weasel said was true? You and Blaise are..."

"No. We're just really good friends. We've had to meet up in secret because we knew what people what say. Blaise would never-. Just know we aren't a thing."

That being so, she did notice how Blaise would look at the Gryffindor table every day for lunch and breakfast she just never knew why. His normally expressionless mask would crack and you'd see his eyes swim with daydreams. Was this all for Harry? It was obvious the boy cared for Harry.

"Is that so?" Pansy said more to herself. She gasped and clapped her hands together, causing Harry to jump at her sudden change of attitude.

"You know what, kid? You're not as bad as I thought. If Blaisy likes you, than I guess, I can too!"

"Really?" Harry asked. He heard the skepticism in his voice and hoped the brunette wouldn't.

"Yep. You've been kicked out of your room, right? I doubt Blaise would just send you off. I have a feeling you'll be staying here for a while. So, I might as well get used to you."

"Speaking of Blaise…where is he? Draco's missing, too." Pansy stood up from the chair and gave her hair a little flick.

"Who knows?" She straightened out her skirt with her hands. "Breakfast. You coming?" And with that she turned and walked towards the exit of the Common Room.

"Y-yeah." Harry stammered before following her towards new things.

A/N: Another update in just a week?! Yes! :D This just came out of me~! I really love writing this story! Thank you all for your follows, favorites, and reviews! I really like Pansy. I hate when they make her really annoying. I see her as really cool. Now to answer your reviews.

ScottishLass: I know! They are so cute! This will definately be a threesome story! ;0

JBubbles:Yayyy~!

FoxKat: I've actually never read any Blaise/Harry stories. .-. So, it's really weird that I'd have one of the main pairings as BZ/HP. This pairing is all so new to me! *~*

Corporal-Cleanliness: Yus. Drarryyyy. I think Draco already did that for you. 3

Nikogoth: :D

See you all in the next update!