Title: Breaking Harry Potter
Author: Miss T
Rating: hard R
Genre: Angst/Dark/Smut/Hard Slash
Warnings: Hard Slash, Slash-Sex (between two… or more males)
Pairings: Draco/Blaise, Harry/Draco, Blaise/Harry, Theo/Blaise (un-req, for the moment)
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: Right. Well. Mmm. Yes. This has been in the wraps for quite some time now, I guess I'll get a lot of flames for this one. O well.
Summary: Draco and Blaise make a bet on who can rid Gryffindor's Golden Boy of his innocence first.
*CHAPTER 2*
**Dangerous Games**
Harry groaned as his books stumbled to the ground with a loud thwack, a sharp pain stabbing at the base of his left hip as he bent down to gather scattered scraps of parchment.
"Oh, I'm sorry." A faint drawling voice said from behind him. Harry screwed his eyes shut and took in a deep breath, preparing himself for what was to come. Opening his eyes again he got ready to turn around on his knees and suffer his daily mouthful of insults, before stopping himself abruptly, halfway through the action to glare at the pale Slytherin who was also on his knees… helping him pick up his books?
"Malfoy?" Harry asked dumbly, watching Draco place his books one by one into his hands.
"I mustn't have seen you there." Draco smiled. Draco smiled? Had he lost his marbles or was Harry just hallucinating?
Harry blinked, his mouth hanging open in shock as Draco handed the last book to him, brushing his fingers ever so lightly across Harry's hand before pulling away. Harry snapped out of his shock immediately, as tendrils of electricity ran through his tainted skin.
"Why are you helping me?" He asked, aware that his cheeks had instantly filled deep crimson.
Draco smiled again. "Well, it was my fault wasn't it?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and gathered up the last scrap of paper, watching Draco closely as they both stood up. He suddenly felt the urge to reach behind his back and make sure that Draco hadn't stuck a 'Potter Stinks' sign on him.
"Err, well… I better get to class then." Harry mumbled, pushing past the smiling Slytherin. "Thanks… I suppose." He muttered before stumbling away completely out of sight.
"Anytime!" Draco shouted back, his tone sickeningly sweet.
~~~+~~~
Draco sighed happily to himself as he sat down in his usual place in the Potions classroom, grinning triumphantly back up at Blaise as the dark haired boy sat with a sigh beside him.
"What are you so cheery about?" Blaise snorted, pulling out his parchment and quills from his bag.
"Oh… nothing." Draco sighed happily, running a slender finger along the feather of his quill. Blaise looked at it with a raised eyebrow.
"Pfft." He replied, averting his eyes from Draco's hand to look up at the door as more students sauntered into the classroom.
"What, I'm not allowed to be in a good mood?" Draco asked innocently.
"No. It's weird." Blaise snorted quietly as Snape began the lesson.
"Class… Seventh Years! Keep it down! I saw that Finnigan, you stay behind after class… right, OK, today we're working on a very simple sleeping draught. Very simple for most, gruelling for others as it seems…" Snape looked sharply down at Neville Longbottom, who appeared to be squirming in his seat. Blaise and Draco let out quiet snorts of laughter.
"Right," Snape continued, "As for partners I will be sorting you out this time, regarding the events the last lesson I let you have free choice." He moved his stern glare over to Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were looking at each other with very red faces, but giggling none the less.
Snape sighed. "Decisions… decisions… right. Here's how I want it. Finnigan, you go with Miss Parkinson… Thomas and Goyle… Longbottom and Crabbe…" Neville gulped at this, "Weasley and Miss Bulstrode… Nott and Zabini… Potter and Malfoy… Patil and Granger…" Snape continued reading out names as students dashed to and fro to their new spots, some with very reluctant expressions, but none more reluctant than Blaise's. Draco looked positively giddy.
"Theo." Blaise nodded curtly at the dark-auburn haired boy who took Draco's old seat beside him.
"Hello, Blaise." Theodore Nott said politely, fiddling with the jars of ingredients sitting in front of him. Blaise kept his eyes on the desk in front, boring his eyes into the backs of the two boys who sat there.
Theo noticed that Blaise was staring, but mistook it for anger and let out a small giggle. "Poor Malfoy, eh?" He laughed, gesturing the desk ahead.
"Yeah…" Blaise replied, his voice distant, hating the fact that Draco was sitting so close to Harry that their thighs were practically touching. He suddenly felt a hot flash of energy, hotter than acid, run through his veins. He didn't even notice that he had crushed his quill in the palm of his hand. Theodore watched him with curious eyes, not daring to ask why he was so intent on Harry and Draco.
The lesson progressed very slowly. Blaise kept his eyes on the desk in front of him, feeling physically sick on how polite Draco was being to Harry. He thanked all his Gods that Theodore was a master at Potions – if he had ended up with Neville the potion would have been a disaster.
When Snape had announced that Draco would be partnering up with Harry, he practically jumped out of his seat to join the other boy. *No, slow down, old boy.* He thought to himself calmly. *Too obvious. Even for you.* Chortling and standing up casually from his chair, blatantly ignoring how green Blaise's face had turned, Draco waltzed up gracefully to Harry and pointed at the free space.
"May I?" He asked courteously.
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked up at the blonde boy. "Err, yeah. We're partners Malfoy. It's not like you have a choice or anything." He snorted, turning back to his textbook.
Draco ignored the comment and slinked himself into the chair, crossing one leg over the other and propping an elbow up on the desk.
"All the ingredients are in front of us." Harry said, waving his free hand towards the small display of vials sitting on their desk as he continued copying notes from the text book. "So we don't have to get up to the storage room or anything. So at least I know you won't be adding anything extra to sabotage my work." He finished darkly.
Draco laughed. "Now why would I go do something like that, Potter?"
Harry placed his quill on his page and swivelled round to face Draco. "What's the matter with you today?" He asked, folding his arms.
"Nothing." Draco said, smiling. Harry winced. Had he just seen a flash of Draco's teeth?
"You're being… odd." Harry said, scratching his head. Draco couldn't help but notice the way the longish dark tendrils of silk wrapped themselves around Harry's fingers and landed with a gracefully flop over his brow. *No. No don't think that. Don't get attached.* Draco thought sternly to himself.
"Am I?" He replied indifferently, opening his book and flattening out a crease in the parchment.
"Very." Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean… where's your insults? Did you forget to put them in after your shower?"
Draco couldn't help but laugh at Harry's little 'joke'. To his utter surprise, Harry let out a small, very quiet, giggle. It made him blink.
"I'm fed up of petty childhood quarrels, Potter." He replied quickly, hoping Harry didn't notice his falter in thoughts.
Harry frowned and tilted his head. "Are you sure you haven't had any whiskey with your cereal this morning, Malfoy?"
Draco snorted and began setting up the equipment, ignoring Harry's comment. "We're grown up boys, Potter. I thought that you of all people would have heard of the phrase… 'maturity'" Draco sighed, annunciating the last word very carefully and shifting in closer to Harry, stopping just before their thighs touched.
Harry looked down at Draco's sudden change in position, bringing his eyes up slowly to meet the silvery one's of the Slytherin. Draco could feel his lips purse together and his nostrils flare for the very briefest of seconds. He had always known that Harry had green eyes, well, it was legend wasn't it? But to see them up this close… to see their burning energy, round and wide, raven eyelashes – long and feminine framing those gorgeous drops of emerald that Draco seemed to be momentarily enthralled in, was amazing. He coughed slightly and changed his expression back to indifference.
"I don't believe you." Harry said shortly, narrowing his eyes.
Draco simply shrugged and gave Harry another smile, albeit slightly wavering… *Potter's eyes… no! Get yourself fucking together, Draco. You're going to win this one.*
Harry exhaled out of his nose and knitted his brows in a thoughtful frown as he turned back to the work, stirring the half-made potion and trying his best not to grasp onto Draco's shoulders and give him a good, hard shake – maybe it would knock some sense into him and bring back his old self. Draco's attitude was starting to waver on him, and it was unnerving.
~~~+~~~
As Blaise glared ahead, Theodore continued the potion silently, stopping every now and again to take notes down on his and Blaise's workbooks, or just… to stare at Blaise. His eyes gaze was hungry, and jealous in addition. He bit back his lip painfully as he watched Blaise look similarly over at the two boys ahead of him, his dark brows furrowed into a frown, his red pouty lips pursed together. He also noticed that Blaise's slender fingers were clasped desperately at the edge of the table, slightly long, very feminine, fingernails digging into the wood causing his fingertips to turn a deathly shade of white. Theo caught his breath and realised that the cauldron was bubbling, distracting him from his garish thoughts of lust about Blaise's hands. Snapping his fist around the ladle, Theo swiftly twirled it around inside the potion to stop the cauldron from overflowing, swearing under his breath as a few droplets splashed onto Blaise's workbook.
"Sorry…" He muttered, wiping them off with his sleeve.
"What?" Blaise replied distantly, tearing his eyes away from Harry and Draco to look down at Theodore, who was looking very apologetic and embarrassed.
"I accidentally got some of this on your work. I'm sorry." He stumbled out, smoothing down the pages of Blaise's work.
"Oh." Blaise shrugged, looking up ahead again. "It's alright."
Theodore nodded and turned back to his own work, then looked darkly up at the boys in the desk ahead. Whichever one Blaise was so obsessed with, Theodore hated them. It had taken him seven years to get partnered up with him in Potions, Blaise having been stuck with Malfoy since he could remember, and now that he had finally had his day, Blaise could do nothing but stare at his previous partner. Theodore Nott had always hated Draco Malfoy.
~~~+~~~
TBC
Author: Miss T
Rating: hard R
Genre: Angst/Dark/Smut/Hard Slash
Warnings: Hard Slash, Slash-Sex (between two… or more males)
Pairings: Draco/Blaise, Harry/Draco, Blaise/Harry, Theo/Blaise (un-req, for the moment)
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: Right. Well. Mmm. Yes. This has been in the wraps for quite some time now, I guess I'll get a lot of flames for this one. O well.
Summary: Draco and Blaise make a bet on who can rid Gryffindor's Golden Boy of his innocence first.
*CHAPTER 2*
**Dangerous Games**
Harry groaned as his books stumbled to the ground with a loud thwack, a sharp pain stabbing at the base of his left hip as he bent down to gather scattered scraps of parchment.
"Oh, I'm sorry." A faint drawling voice said from behind him. Harry screwed his eyes shut and took in a deep breath, preparing himself for what was to come. Opening his eyes again he got ready to turn around on his knees and suffer his daily mouthful of insults, before stopping himself abruptly, halfway through the action to glare at the pale Slytherin who was also on his knees… helping him pick up his books?
"Malfoy?" Harry asked dumbly, watching Draco place his books one by one into his hands.
"I mustn't have seen you there." Draco smiled. Draco smiled? Had he lost his marbles or was Harry just hallucinating?
Harry blinked, his mouth hanging open in shock as Draco handed the last book to him, brushing his fingers ever so lightly across Harry's hand before pulling away. Harry snapped out of his shock immediately, as tendrils of electricity ran through his tainted skin.
"Why are you helping me?" He asked, aware that his cheeks had instantly filled deep crimson.
Draco smiled again. "Well, it was my fault wasn't it?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and gathered up the last scrap of paper, watching Draco closely as they both stood up. He suddenly felt the urge to reach behind his back and make sure that Draco hadn't stuck a 'Potter Stinks' sign on him.
"Err, well… I better get to class then." Harry mumbled, pushing past the smiling Slytherin. "Thanks… I suppose." He muttered before stumbling away completely out of sight.
"Anytime!" Draco shouted back, his tone sickeningly sweet.
~~~+~~~
Draco sighed happily to himself as he sat down in his usual place in the Potions classroom, grinning triumphantly back up at Blaise as the dark haired boy sat with a sigh beside him.
"What are you so cheery about?" Blaise snorted, pulling out his parchment and quills from his bag.
"Oh… nothing." Draco sighed happily, running a slender finger along the feather of his quill. Blaise looked at it with a raised eyebrow.
"Pfft." He replied, averting his eyes from Draco's hand to look up at the door as more students sauntered into the classroom.
"What, I'm not allowed to be in a good mood?" Draco asked innocently.
"No. It's weird." Blaise snorted quietly as Snape began the lesson.
"Class… Seventh Years! Keep it down! I saw that Finnigan, you stay behind after class… right, OK, today we're working on a very simple sleeping draught. Very simple for most, gruelling for others as it seems…" Snape looked sharply down at Neville Longbottom, who appeared to be squirming in his seat. Blaise and Draco let out quiet snorts of laughter.
"Right," Snape continued, "As for partners I will be sorting you out this time, regarding the events the last lesson I let you have free choice." He moved his stern glare over to Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were looking at each other with very red faces, but giggling none the less.
Snape sighed. "Decisions… decisions… right. Here's how I want it. Finnigan, you go with Miss Parkinson… Thomas and Goyle… Longbottom and Crabbe…" Neville gulped at this, "Weasley and Miss Bulstrode… Nott and Zabini… Potter and Malfoy… Patil and Granger…" Snape continued reading out names as students dashed to and fro to their new spots, some with very reluctant expressions, but none more reluctant than Blaise's. Draco looked positively giddy.
"Theo." Blaise nodded curtly at the dark-auburn haired boy who took Draco's old seat beside him.
"Hello, Blaise." Theodore Nott said politely, fiddling with the jars of ingredients sitting in front of him. Blaise kept his eyes on the desk in front, boring his eyes into the backs of the two boys who sat there.
Theo noticed that Blaise was staring, but mistook it for anger and let out a small giggle. "Poor Malfoy, eh?" He laughed, gesturing the desk ahead.
"Yeah…" Blaise replied, his voice distant, hating the fact that Draco was sitting so close to Harry that their thighs were practically touching. He suddenly felt a hot flash of energy, hotter than acid, run through his veins. He didn't even notice that he had crushed his quill in the palm of his hand. Theodore watched him with curious eyes, not daring to ask why he was so intent on Harry and Draco.
The lesson progressed very slowly. Blaise kept his eyes on the desk in front of him, feeling physically sick on how polite Draco was being to Harry. He thanked all his Gods that Theodore was a master at Potions – if he had ended up with Neville the potion would have been a disaster.
When Snape had announced that Draco would be partnering up with Harry, he practically jumped out of his seat to join the other boy. *No, slow down, old boy.* He thought to himself calmly. *Too obvious. Even for you.* Chortling and standing up casually from his chair, blatantly ignoring how green Blaise's face had turned, Draco waltzed up gracefully to Harry and pointed at the free space.
"May I?" He asked courteously.
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked up at the blonde boy. "Err, yeah. We're partners Malfoy. It's not like you have a choice or anything." He snorted, turning back to his textbook.
Draco ignored the comment and slinked himself into the chair, crossing one leg over the other and propping an elbow up on the desk.
"All the ingredients are in front of us." Harry said, waving his free hand towards the small display of vials sitting on their desk as he continued copying notes from the text book. "So we don't have to get up to the storage room or anything. So at least I know you won't be adding anything extra to sabotage my work." He finished darkly.
Draco laughed. "Now why would I go do something like that, Potter?"
Harry placed his quill on his page and swivelled round to face Draco. "What's the matter with you today?" He asked, folding his arms.
"Nothing." Draco said, smiling. Harry winced. Had he just seen a flash of Draco's teeth?
"You're being… odd." Harry said, scratching his head. Draco couldn't help but notice the way the longish dark tendrils of silk wrapped themselves around Harry's fingers and landed with a gracefully flop over his brow. *No. No don't think that. Don't get attached.* Draco thought sternly to himself.
"Am I?" He replied indifferently, opening his book and flattening out a crease in the parchment.
"Very." Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean… where's your insults? Did you forget to put them in after your shower?"
Draco couldn't help but laugh at Harry's little 'joke'. To his utter surprise, Harry let out a small, very quiet, giggle. It made him blink.
"I'm fed up of petty childhood quarrels, Potter." He replied quickly, hoping Harry didn't notice his falter in thoughts.
Harry frowned and tilted his head. "Are you sure you haven't had any whiskey with your cereal this morning, Malfoy?"
Draco snorted and began setting up the equipment, ignoring Harry's comment. "We're grown up boys, Potter. I thought that you of all people would have heard of the phrase… 'maturity'" Draco sighed, annunciating the last word very carefully and shifting in closer to Harry, stopping just before their thighs touched.
Harry looked down at Draco's sudden change in position, bringing his eyes up slowly to meet the silvery one's of the Slytherin. Draco could feel his lips purse together and his nostrils flare for the very briefest of seconds. He had always known that Harry had green eyes, well, it was legend wasn't it? But to see them up this close… to see their burning energy, round and wide, raven eyelashes – long and feminine framing those gorgeous drops of emerald that Draco seemed to be momentarily enthralled in, was amazing. He coughed slightly and changed his expression back to indifference.
"I don't believe you." Harry said shortly, narrowing his eyes.
Draco simply shrugged and gave Harry another smile, albeit slightly wavering… *Potter's eyes… no! Get yourself fucking together, Draco. You're going to win this one.*
Harry exhaled out of his nose and knitted his brows in a thoughtful frown as he turned back to the work, stirring the half-made potion and trying his best not to grasp onto Draco's shoulders and give him a good, hard shake – maybe it would knock some sense into him and bring back his old self. Draco's attitude was starting to waver on him, and it was unnerving.
~~~+~~~
As Blaise glared ahead, Theodore continued the potion silently, stopping every now and again to take notes down on his and Blaise's workbooks, or just… to stare at Blaise. His eyes gaze was hungry, and jealous in addition. He bit back his lip painfully as he watched Blaise look similarly over at the two boys ahead of him, his dark brows furrowed into a frown, his red pouty lips pursed together. He also noticed that Blaise's slender fingers were clasped desperately at the edge of the table, slightly long, very feminine, fingernails digging into the wood causing his fingertips to turn a deathly shade of white. Theo caught his breath and realised that the cauldron was bubbling, distracting him from his garish thoughts of lust about Blaise's hands. Snapping his fist around the ladle, Theo swiftly twirled it around inside the potion to stop the cauldron from overflowing, swearing under his breath as a few droplets splashed onto Blaise's workbook.
"Sorry…" He muttered, wiping them off with his sleeve.
"What?" Blaise replied distantly, tearing his eyes away from Harry and Draco to look down at Theodore, who was looking very apologetic and embarrassed.
"I accidentally got some of this on your work. I'm sorry." He stumbled out, smoothing down the pages of Blaise's work.
"Oh." Blaise shrugged, looking up ahead again. "It's alright."
Theodore nodded and turned back to his own work, then looked darkly up at the boys in the desk ahead. Whichever one Blaise was so obsessed with, Theodore hated them. It had taken him seven years to get partnered up with him in Potions, Blaise having been stuck with Malfoy since he could remember, and now that he had finally had his day, Blaise could do nothing but stare at his previous partner. Theodore Nott had always hated Draco Malfoy.
~~~+~~~
TBC
