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Chapter 2
Draco strode through the corridors to the Quidditch pitch for training, Firebolt in hand. Dace was asleep, which was unusual; Dace adored Quidditch, as did Draco. This fact caused many arguments between them over who got control of the body when the matches were on. Draco was the better flier and more naturally suited to the position of Seeker, whereas Dace was more suited to be a Beater, so Draco usually won by default.
The games against Gryffindor were the biggest problem, however, Dace usually winning by saying that if he allowed Draco control of the body, he'd spend all his time watching Potter and not looking for the Snitch, which meant Potter would get the Snitch and Slytherin would lose. However, Dace wasn't as sharp as Draco, which meant that Slytherin lost anyway, but he was not to be swayed from his argument. Draco frowned. Dace should really credit me with some sense, he thought. As if I'm going to let my attraction to Potter get in the way of the game.
Draco literally ran into Harry as he turned left by the Great Hall.
"Watch where you're going, Malfoy," Harry sneered, as he glared at Draco and went on his way.
"Sorry," mumbled Draco, watching Harry go, taking in every line of Harry's gorgeous body....
Dace woke with a start.
\\Not doing anything unsavoury, were we, brother?// he asked.
\\Are you kidding? Credit me with some sense, Dace, I have Quidditch practice to go to!//
\\Aha! Are you saying that if you didn't have Quidditch practice you would have jumped on Potter?//
\\Don't be an arse all your life, Dace.//
\\Well, that's what it sounded like.//
\\Well it wasn't! I do actually have some sense of self-preservation. I wouldn't want to risk Father finding out.//
\\Sensible boy. It's not nice having to endure a body that's being tortured. Although it is rather liberating for the spirit. You should try it.// Dace laughed his most evil laugh.
\\No thanks, Oh Dark One, that's your job.// Dace yawned.
\\What time is it, Gryffindor?// Draco cringed at his nickname. Dace had given him the nickname after finding out about Draco's crush on Harry, and made the wry observation that Draco would have made the perfect little Gryffindor.
\\Five past seven.//
\\Bloody hell, five past seven on a Saturday morning? Boland's mental! I'm going back to sleep.//
Within moments, the snoring had started again. Draco ignored it. He had lived with it for nearly seventeen years, and it was quite easy to ignore after a while. In a way, it was quite soothing, as it meant that he wasn't alone.
Three hours later, Draco trudged from the Quidditch pitch wet through but thoroughly happy. He adored flying, and was proud of his place on the Quidditch team. It meant that he was free from the concerns of life for the duration of the match. He mentally nudged Dace awake.
\\Hey, practice is over, you can wake up now!//
\\What do you want?// grumbled Dace.
\\Parkinson's on her way over.// Dace brightened up and surged forward to gain control of the body. Draco settled back, making himself comfortable in the recesses of the mind, and allowing himself to doze off and dream of Harry. Infinitely better than watching Dace flirt with Parkinson.
Draco woke up at lunchtime, feeling a lot better. He shuddered as he watched Pansy bat her eyelashes at Dace.
\\Will you stop flirting with that?// he demanded. \\It's not the sort of thing I like to face when I've just woken up.//
\\Why don't you go after girls, Drac? It's fun,// asked Dace, putting his arm around Pansy, who giggled.
\\They're repulsive. Guys are much better,// replied Draco. \\You should try it.//
\\Nuh-uh. Remember, we have to maintain standards,// warned Dace.
\\Fuck the standards,// retorted Draco, trying to gain control of the body. Dace blocked him.
\\Aw, is ickle Drakie pining after Potter?// sneered Dace. Draco ignored him, concentrating on gaining the body, and finally succeeding. Dace complained and complained all the way through lunch, to no avail, Draco suppressing the shudders that he felt every time Pansy touched him.
Later that afternoon, Draco and Dace were sat by the fire in the virtually empty common room, arguing.
\\I just wish you'd let me pursue my desires for once,// pouted Draco.
\\We've been through all this before,// sighed Dace. \\I can't let you cos you'll go after Potter!//
\\And you call me obsessed with him,// grumbled Draco. \\Look, I promise I won't go after Potter, but Jamie Day in 7th year is gay and rather fine, and he's single!//
\\But Pansy will be jealous,// argued Dace.
\\You're not actually going out with her, are you?//
\\No, but...//
\\Well, then!//
\\But Draco, I'm straight!" whined Dace, sensing that he was fighting a losing battle.
\\It's experimenting. Everyone experiments,// replied Draco cheerfully. Dace grumbled something under his breath.
\\Go on then, if it'll make you happy,// sighed Dace.
\\Oh, and another thing, you have to kiss him too,// said Draco.
\\What? Hey, no way am I agreeing to that!//
\\I see. And how many times have you let me insult and/or beat up Potter this year?// Dace groaned and Draco knew that he'd won.
\\All right then. But only once, mind. And I have to be very, very drunk!// Dace surrendered control of the body and Draco, grinning, made his way over to where Jamie Day was hiding in a corner.