Author's Note: this chapter is filled with MafiaBoy!Blaise
________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Two________________
Draco Malfoy knew what he had to do. The question was: How in the hell was he gonna do it!? He knew he had to find a way to seduce Potter. Not that he wanted to, mind you. No, not at all. But who in their right mind deny's the Dark Lord what he wants when he has easy access to kill you? So, here Draco was, sitting in the Great Hall, buying his time and watching the Golden Trio eat breakfast.
"Draco!" Someone's squeeling voice exclaimed. Draco closed his eyes, counted to three, and turned to Pansy Parkinson.
"Yes, Parkinson?" He asked.
"How was your summer, darling?" She asked, leaning across the table and batting her eyelashes. Draco leaned back away from her in disgust.
"Bloody wonderful, now if you don't mind, I would like to finish the remainder of my breakfast without the need to vomit." Draco sneered. Pansy pouted a moment, but being used to this behaivor, she finally turned and began flirting with Blaise Zabini. Blaise shot Draco his usual 'why-are-you-setting-this-pig-on-me' look before waving Pansy away with his typical mafia flair.
"So, Malfoy, is it true what my father told me?" Blaise asked, snickering. Draco glared, but said nothing. Blaise saw this as a reason to continue. "Do you really have what it takes to do it? I always saw you as rather the frigid person. No offense of course."
"I can assure you the position that I have been place in will be easily obtained." Draco calmly told him. Blaise gave him his usual 'your-self-esteem-still-astounds-me' look. Come to think of it, Blaise Zabini had a look for all occasions.
"So, when shall the operation begin, hmm?" Blaise inquired. "Need any help? I'm willing to offer my services to the task. With a price of course."
"And what price would that be, Zabini?" Draco asked coldly.
"Let me have a little fun with the fireball is all." Blaise smirked at Draco's wide eyes. "I've been dying to put a little Italian into that boy since fourth year."
"You disgust me." Draco muttered, frowning.
"I highly doubt that's possible, Malfoy." Blaise said with sencerity. He turned slightly and rested his brown eyes on the Trio at the Gryffindor table. "What about it, Malfoy? They are surely more likely to accept a friendship from a Slytherin who hasn't spent all his Hogwarts career insulting them, don't you think?"
"As much as I hate to say it, Zabini, you have a point." Draco looked at Blaise intently for a moment, before nodding. "All right, I'll let you help. And you can" -Draco shuddered- "Have your fireball."
"Gracias." Blaise replied. "Let us speak of this later, when not so many ears listen."
"Very well." Draco said, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice and shooting Pansy a glare.
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Harry turned slightly to the left when a shadow fell across him. He, Hermione, and Ron were out in the quad of the school grounds, enjoying the time they had before Double Potions with the Slytherins started. Harry jumped, a little shocked, when Blaise Zabini and Millicent Bulstrode stood facing him.
"Umm... Yes?" Harry asked uncertainly. Ron and Hermione shared his astonishment as Blaise offered them a smile.
"Potter, Weasley, Granger." He greeted in a business like tone. He raised his hand to indicate Millicent. "My people."
"A pleasure to speak with you, I'm sure." Millicent spoke in a bored tone.
"Uh, nice to... meet you?" Harry said. The Golden Trio exchanged glances.
"I have a proposition for you." Blaise told them. "We are willing to offer you our friendship. A mutual bonding between houses."
"Wait... What?" Ron gave him a look that basically stated 'are-you-INSANE!' Clearly... Blaise was, because he was serious.
"You should know as well as I that the relationship residing amongst the Slytherins and Gryffindors is one to be... desired." Blaise replied. "We are here to offer a treaty of peace and friendship."
"And why would you want to do that?" Harry asked, suspicious.
"Honestly, Potter, it's no wonder Granger comes up with all the plans to destroy the evil that you three face every school year." Millicent answered for Blaise. Blaise simply smirked. The Trio looked shocked. It was not often they saw a bodyguard actually speak.
"Friendship, Potter, requires a bit of safety and protection. We protect you in the Slytherin circle, you do the same for us." Blaise spoke as though it was the simplest thing since Kool-Aid. Little did he know, Harry was never able to make Kool-Aid too well. After recieving the look of utter confusion and distaste, Blaise thought it best to step back and re-evaluate his approach. He motioned for Millicent to follow him.
Once back in the dungeons, Blaise sat in his favorite green chair, rested the tips of his fingers together, and stared into the fire. Draco saw this as an obvious sign to bother the boy.
"Did it work?" He asked, sitting down next to him.
"Are you certain the Dark Lord wishes for Potter to aid in his heir's reproduction?" Blaise asked. "He is the stuppidest Gryffindor I've dealt with."
"Oh, so you've dealt with many, have you?" Draco asked, completely ignoring everything else Blaise had said. "Chatting up the Gryffindors, are you?"
"I have my connections, Malfoy." Blaise said with an air of authority.
"Connections, huh?" Draco eyed him. "I am tempted into believing your are wavering in your Slytherin loyalty, Zabini."
"Malfoy, please." Blaise laughed dryly. "Why focus on the rule of one house, when you can control it all?" Blaise narrowed his eyes slightly. "It does good for one to have friends in all nooks and crannys, Malfoy. You'll do well to remember that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a business meeting with a Ravenclaw in twenty minutes."
Draco watched Blaise walk over to a large mirror in the corner and fix his robes. Rolling his eyes, Draco came to a decision: Blaise was of no help what so ever. No, this was going to be Draco's doing. Some how, he would do it all on his own and it would work, dammit! Draco laughed gleefully, recieving an odd look from fellow Slytherins. Paying no mind, he pulled out a piece of parchment a began making a list of suplies.
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Draco glanced over his shoulder before stepping in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. He looked her up in down, as she snored peacefully, drool dripping from her painted mouth. Draco rolled his eyes before tightening his grip on his bag and speaking in a low voice. "Pixie Fingers."
The portrait swung open and Draco steeled himself. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room. His first reaction was to laugh out loud. The place was horrid. No color sense what so ever! Draco shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes and he spotted the only two people in the room: Ron and Harry.
"'Ello, boys!" Draco said loudly, plopping onto a chair and grinning at both.
"Hey, Seamus." Harry replied, concentrating on the chessboard in front of him. Draco laughed evily in his head as his plan took reality.
________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Two________________
Draco Malfoy knew what he had to do. The question was: How in the hell was he gonna do it!? He knew he had to find a way to seduce Potter. Not that he wanted to, mind you. No, not at all. But who in their right mind deny's the Dark Lord what he wants when he has easy access to kill you? So, here Draco was, sitting in the Great Hall, buying his time and watching the Golden Trio eat breakfast.
"Draco!" Someone's squeeling voice exclaimed. Draco closed his eyes, counted to three, and turned to Pansy Parkinson.
"Yes, Parkinson?" He asked.
"How was your summer, darling?" She asked, leaning across the table and batting her eyelashes. Draco leaned back away from her in disgust.
"Bloody wonderful, now if you don't mind, I would like to finish the remainder of my breakfast without the need to vomit." Draco sneered. Pansy pouted a moment, but being used to this behaivor, she finally turned and began flirting with Blaise Zabini. Blaise shot Draco his usual 'why-are-you-setting-this-pig-on-me' look before waving Pansy away with his typical mafia flair.
"So, Malfoy, is it true what my father told me?" Blaise asked, snickering. Draco glared, but said nothing. Blaise saw this as a reason to continue. "Do you really have what it takes to do it? I always saw you as rather the frigid person. No offense of course."
"I can assure you the position that I have been place in will be easily obtained." Draco calmly told him. Blaise gave him his usual 'your-self-esteem-still-astounds-me' look. Come to think of it, Blaise Zabini had a look for all occasions.
"So, when shall the operation begin, hmm?" Blaise inquired. "Need any help? I'm willing to offer my services to the task. With a price of course."
"And what price would that be, Zabini?" Draco asked coldly.
"Let me have a little fun with the fireball is all." Blaise smirked at Draco's wide eyes. "I've been dying to put a little Italian into that boy since fourth year."
"You disgust me." Draco muttered, frowning.
"I highly doubt that's possible, Malfoy." Blaise said with sencerity. He turned slightly and rested his brown eyes on the Trio at the Gryffindor table. "What about it, Malfoy? They are surely more likely to accept a friendship from a Slytherin who hasn't spent all his Hogwarts career insulting them, don't you think?"
"As much as I hate to say it, Zabini, you have a point." Draco looked at Blaise intently for a moment, before nodding. "All right, I'll let you help. And you can" -Draco shuddered- "Have your fireball."
"Gracias." Blaise replied. "Let us speak of this later, when not so many ears listen."
"Very well." Draco said, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice and shooting Pansy a glare.
________...
Harry turned slightly to the left when a shadow fell across him. He, Hermione, and Ron were out in the quad of the school grounds, enjoying the time they had before Double Potions with the Slytherins started. Harry jumped, a little shocked, when Blaise Zabini and Millicent Bulstrode stood facing him.
"Umm... Yes?" Harry asked uncertainly. Ron and Hermione shared his astonishment as Blaise offered them a smile.
"Potter, Weasley, Granger." He greeted in a business like tone. He raised his hand to indicate Millicent. "My people."
"A pleasure to speak with you, I'm sure." Millicent spoke in a bored tone.
"Uh, nice to... meet you?" Harry said. The Golden Trio exchanged glances.
"I have a proposition for you." Blaise told them. "We are willing to offer you our friendship. A mutual bonding between houses."
"Wait... What?" Ron gave him a look that basically stated 'are-you-INSANE!' Clearly... Blaise was, because he was serious.
"You should know as well as I that the relationship residing amongst the Slytherins and Gryffindors is one to be... desired." Blaise replied. "We are here to offer a treaty of peace and friendship."
"And why would you want to do that?" Harry asked, suspicious.
"Honestly, Potter, it's no wonder Granger comes up with all the plans to destroy the evil that you three face every school year." Millicent answered for Blaise. Blaise simply smirked. The Trio looked shocked. It was not often they saw a bodyguard actually speak.
"Friendship, Potter, requires a bit of safety and protection. We protect you in the Slytherin circle, you do the same for us." Blaise spoke as though it was the simplest thing since Kool-Aid. Little did he know, Harry was never able to make Kool-Aid too well. After recieving the look of utter confusion and distaste, Blaise thought it best to step back and re-evaluate his approach. He motioned for Millicent to follow him.
Once back in the dungeons, Blaise sat in his favorite green chair, rested the tips of his fingers together, and stared into the fire. Draco saw this as an obvious sign to bother the boy.
"Did it work?" He asked, sitting down next to him.
"Are you certain the Dark Lord wishes for Potter to aid in his heir's reproduction?" Blaise asked. "He is the stuppidest Gryffindor I've dealt with."
"Oh, so you've dealt with many, have you?" Draco asked, completely ignoring everything else Blaise had said. "Chatting up the Gryffindors, are you?"
"I have my connections, Malfoy." Blaise said with an air of authority.
"Connections, huh?" Draco eyed him. "I am tempted into believing your are wavering in your Slytherin loyalty, Zabini."
"Malfoy, please." Blaise laughed dryly. "Why focus on the rule of one house, when you can control it all?" Blaise narrowed his eyes slightly. "It does good for one to have friends in all nooks and crannys, Malfoy. You'll do well to remember that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a business meeting with a Ravenclaw in twenty minutes."
Draco watched Blaise walk over to a large mirror in the corner and fix his robes. Rolling his eyes, Draco came to a decision: Blaise was of no help what so ever. No, this was going to be Draco's doing. Some how, he would do it all on his own and it would work, dammit! Draco laughed gleefully, recieving an odd look from fellow Slytherins. Paying no mind, he pulled out a piece of parchment a began making a list of suplies.
______....
Draco glanced over his shoulder before stepping in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. He looked her up in down, as she snored peacefully, drool dripping from her painted mouth. Draco rolled his eyes before tightening his grip on his bag and speaking in a low voice. "Pixie Fingers."
The portrait swung open and Draco steeled himself. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room. His first reaction was to laugh out loud. The place was horrid. No color sense what so ever! Draco shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes and he spotted the only two people in the room: Ron and Harry.
"'Ello, boys!" Draco said loudly, plopping onto a chair and grinning at both.
"Hey, Seamus." Harry replied, concentrating on the chessboard in front of him. Draco laughed evily in his head as his plan took reality.