Title: Breaking Harry Potter

Author: Miss T

Rating: hard R/possibly light NC17

Genre: Angst/Dark/Smut/Hard Slash/Romance

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.

A/N: Fans of Stars please note, I have stopped working on it for the time being, I prefer this little story line just now and am concentrating on getting it done. However, Stars will be back! Not sure when, but I promise it will!

Summary: Draco and Blaise make a bet on who can rid Gryffindor's Golden Boy of his innocence first.

*CHAPTER 3*

**Forever In Your Shadow**

"Have any of you noticed Malfoy acting… oddly… recently?" Harry asked as he reached into the middle of the round table he shared with his two best friends, dipping his quill into the small bottle of ink.

"How so?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book.

Harry frowned and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Both of his friends had stopped what they were doing to look curiously up at him.

"Like… friendly." He said, wincing and realising how stupid his own words sounded.

Ron snorted and folded his arms over, leaning back on his chair. "Malfoy and friendly do not go into the same sentence, Harry. I think you're just imagining things."

Hermione frowned thoughtfully and began to fiddle lightly with a strand of her hair. "I don't know…" She said. "He's been different. More – subdued, I suppose. But if we get in his way he's still as hostile as ever. Why do you ask?"

Harry pursed his lips together and shrugged. "He was being really nice to me today. I don't mean polite nice, I mean *really* nice. Overly nice." He said, his face going slightly pink.

"Well, he must want something!" Ron said, sitting up and shaking his head. "You know what he's like, Harry. There's no way Draco Malfoy is nice to anyone without wanting something in return. He's onto you."

Harry nodded. It was true – Draco was never nice to anyone unless there was something behind it. How could he be so stupid as to think he would change for him?

"You're right, Ron. I should have known." He sighed, picking up his quill and starting on his Charms essay.

"Just ignore him Harry. Once he figures out he's not going to get what he wants, he'll go away eventually." Hermione said from behind her book.

"Much to your satisfaction." Ron smiled, looking at Harry.

Harry laughed lightly and nodded. "Too right." He said in agreement, leaning back on his chair.

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"He's as straight as a fucking pencil." Draco groaned as he slammed his books onto his desk, causing the curtains that lay just over it to flap wildly.

"I thought you said you could break him into pieces? You can snap a pencil, you know." A low, amused voice came over from behind the curtain's of Draco's bed.

"Zabini? I changed my password, you wanker – how the hell did you get in here this time? Give the portrait a flash, did you?" Draco drawled lazily, as he walked over to the bed, ripping the curtains open.

"Something like that. You really have to change that picture, mate – he's an easy little idiot, he is." Blaise snorted, rolling on his front and crossing his legs behind him in the air.

Draco frowned and folded his arms. "Get up." He said shortly.

Blaise laughed again, rolling back onto his back and stretching out indolently. "Nah." He replied, yawning.

"Get fucking up. I have homework to do." Draco snapped, slapping Blaise's leg.

"In your bed?" Blaise asked innocently.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Get up and get out. I don't need your distraction tonight. I have too much to get through."

Blaise sighed and rose to his feet, coming closer to Draco who took a slow step backwards, raising an eyebrow.

"I saw you with Potter today." Blaise said quietly.

"Yeah, so? We're in the same Potions class, you gimp – of course you saw me." Draco retorted.

"Are things going well?" Blaise asked, resting his hand on the bedpost. "Because it didn't sound like it when you came in here…"

Draco's face darkened, and he threw Blaise violently back onto the bed. "Things are going swimmingly. Not that it's any of your business. Stick to your side of the deal, Blaise." He said calmly but deeply, crawling over the other boy.

Blaise purred at the back of his throat and brought his hands up Draco's thighs, clasping firmly onto his friend's backside. "Just as well. I'm going to see him tonight, actually. Thought I'd stop by Gryffindor tower." He said in a rather conversational tone that started to get under Draco's skin.

"Oh, are you now?" Draco asked, moving in closer to the dark haired boy beneath him.

"Mmmm." Blaise replied, nodding.

"And do you know how to get there, Blaise?" Draco asked, dipping his head down and licking the base of Blaise's throat, causing the other boy to let out a sharp exhale of breath.

"Yes." Blaise whispered.

"And do you know the password, Blaise?" Draco was now biting little red crescents into Blaise's skin, teasing the tender flesh with the tip of his tongue.

"No. But I'm sure Longbottom will provide me with that information. Don't worry about me, Draco, I'm pretty confident… I will be seeing Harry tonight. Maybe more of Harry than you think." He laughed, closing his eyes and bucking his hips upwards onto Draco's.

"Have fun." Draco chuckled, reaching in for one last bite before climbing off of Blaise lap.

"Now. Get out."

Blaise rolled his eyes and used his fingers to smooth out his hair, before giving the blonde one last grin when leaving the private prefect room.

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"Potty Potty Potter!"

Harry pursed his lips together as he felt a sharp thud on the back of his head. The letter to Sirius that he had been grasping in his hand flew onto the floor at the moment of impact.

"Peeves!" He hissed, turning around to face the mischievous poltergeist who was spinning happily in the air.

"Do you mind?" He said again, feeling very agitated.

"Potty Potter, Potty Potter!" Peeves replied, sticking out his tongue.

Harry frowned. But it was not the ghost he was frowning at, it was the dark robed figure advancing slowly behind it.

For a fleeting second Harry thought that Snape was coming after him, telling him off for yet another thing he probably didn't do… or didn't mean to do anyway.

But as soon as the figure stepped closer, the light from the moon shining through the archway on the left pooled over him immediately, and Harry let out a sudden sigh of relief. It was that quiet Blaise boy from Slytherin who always seemed to be attached to Draco's hip.

Peeves turned round to face Blaise, and span around in a circle again. "I wouldn't talk to him." Peeves squealed, pointing a thumb at Harry who immediately rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't planning on talking to him. But maybe I will, just to piss you off." Blaise replied, folding his arms over. Harry raised his eyebrows. He had never really heard this boy speak before, not properly anyway. His answers in lessons or conversations had always been projected through Malfoy.

Peeves stuck out his tongue again and zoomed up and through the ceiling with a loud whoosh, leaving the two teens standing facing each other, rather awkwardly.

"Thanks." Harry smiled, clapping his hands together once to get ready to turn the other way.

"Harry?" Blaise asked, stepping closer.

Harry frowned, and turned around. It was very unusual to hear a Slytherin speak his first name.

"Yeah?" He replied.

"You dropped this." Blaise reached over and picked up the letter to Sirius from the floor, and handed it gently to Harry, smiling.

Harry gave him a surprised smile back. "Oh." He laughed, ruffling a hand through his hair. "Yeah, thanks – I'll be needing that."

Blaise laughed back warmly, and nodded.

"It's Blaise, isn't it?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, that's right." Blaise smiled, as the two began to walk up to the Owelry. Blaise was also holding a small stack of letters.

"Sorry, it's just I don't really see you without Malfoy – it's a bit unusual." Harry said with a smile, as they entered the large room.

Blaise was pleased he had found Harry this way. He was actually planning on sending his letters off first before going to Gryffindor Tower, but this offered more privacy.

"Oh, I get that all the time. People even think we're the same person." Blaise laughed as he called his elegant Eagle-Owl from it's perch.

Harry laughed as he tied Sirius's letter to Hedwig's leg and sent her out into the night.

"That's a beautiful owl you've got there." Blaise commented, watching her disappear into the darkness.

"Thanks." Harry replied. This was very weird… but kind of nice. Blaise was one of the first seventh year Slytherins to actually have a conversation with him. Well, apart from Malfoy earlier that day. But Harry wanted to forget that for the moment.

"I wanted a white owl. But my Father said that they're too girly!" Blaise wrinkled up his nose as he said this, laughing lightly. Harry laughed in return.

"Girly?" He asked, as they both began to make their way out of the Owelry again.

"Yeah, well, that's Father for you. The owl chooses the wizard and all that." Blaise smiled and turned to Harry as they approached the same area where they had met Peeves earlier.

"Ah. I see he's moved onto different territory." Blaise commented, raising his head to look up to the ceiling.

"Looks like it." Harry replied, albeit awkwardly. He really didn't know what else to say.

"Well… I suppose I'd better be heading off to bed. I'm knackered!" He stifled a yawn, and began to approach the stairs leading to the tower.

"See you tomorrow, Harry." Blaise called, as he watched Harry go.

Harry turned round and smiled. "Yeah."

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TBC