Draco lay on his four-poster late that night, trying and failing to keep his mind off Granger and hastily trying to finish his Arithmancy homework. He lay on his stomach, feet crossed in the air, and wondered when exactly he had determined that Arithmancy was her favorite subject. There was very little about her school life that he didn't know now because Hermione was a habitual creature. He drew his mind back to his homework; it was hard to concentrate when every time he began a new problem, Hermione's smart mouth interjected itself in his mind with the correct answer. After that he was fucked because all he could think about was her mouth… and his mouth… and the things they could do to each other with their mouths. Draco was jerked out of his fantasy when he heard Zabini's low melodious voice say "Nott, there might be something to interest you in the corridor."
Theo, who was reading a PlayWitch magazine glanced over and spat "Piss off Zabini, I'm busy."
"Tracy Davis is locked out of her dormitory in only a towel," Blaise commented.
Theo looked at him suspiciously but still left the room in quite a hurry.
"Is she really?" Draco inquired.
"No of course not."
Blaise cast a silencing spell and a useful little charm that zapped anyone who tried to open the door with a mild electric shock. Then he looked around and queried, "Where's Crabb and Goyle?"
"Fuck if I know."
"Drake we need to talk."
He looked up lazily from his second to last problem. "Right, what is it?"
"Granger." Blaise replied.
A thousand thoughts and emotions flitted through Draco's head in that instant, but he kept his face guarded and blank. "What about her."
"Give it up Draco, I know. I've seen the way you look at you at her. The way you watch her."
"That's ridic"
Blaise cut him off. "Relax I'm not here to blackmail you, I'm here to make you a deal. If you hadn't noticed yet, I don't really give a fuck about blood status."
"What do you get out of it Blaise? I don't share what's mine." Draco all but snarled.
"Keep your pants on, I'm not interested in Hermione." Blaise paused, "What have you heard about Potter and his sexual inclinations?" he asked with a mysterious glimmer in his dark eyes.
"Not much since that Chang girl, the seeker for Ravenclaw," he replied his eyes still narrowed in suspicion.
"Hmmm yes, I had heard about that catastrophe last year."
Draco enquired "Do you fancy Potter then?"
It was not surprise to him that Blaise like boys. They had been close enough since last year that he had become aware of the other Slytherin's specific penchants.
"I think he's interesting,' he replied, "a definite possibility. I've been thinking we could benefit each other in these endeavors. I could help you win Gryffindor's princess and you could help me seduce the golden boy."
"What could you do?" said Draco.
"Well first off you've got to be more careful. You've got to stop staring at her more often than usual. Don't be so obvious Drake. You're just bloody lucky nobody else has noticed yet. I could also help you succeed with Granger; I am quite skilled in the art of seduction. As for me, we both know that you know more about Potter than most of the Gryffindors. You two are obsessed with each other, trying to find ways to undermine and get the better of each other. If I didn't know any better I'd say Potter was in Slytherin himself. Tell me what he enjoys doing. What are his habits and routines? Where can I catch him alone to talk on occasion?"
Not as much obsessed anymore." Draco commented, "I seem to have acquired a new fascination. Glad we had this little talk Blaise. A pact it is then."
Blaise said nothing in return, only smirked as they shook hands.