Title: Breaking Harry Potter

Author: Miss T

Rating: hard R

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.

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

*CHAPTER 4*

**INNOCENCE IMPERFECTLY**

As the first signs of sunlight seeped through into the drapes of his bed, Harry slowly opened his eyes and stretched silently. The room was pleasantly warm but not overly so, and the large heap of covers over Harry's legs felt very nice indeed. He was very thankful this was a Saturday.

An erratic snore from Ron's direction in the room made Harry smile, and he turned over on his side, pushing his hand under his pillow to snuggle up closer to it. Yawning widely and enjoying the warm fuzziness it brought to his head, Harry let his eyes close again.

Thoughts of the previous night came wandering into his brain from nowhere, and Harry suddenly felt the urge to open his eyes again. That warm smile on Blaise's face – it seemed so real. So genuine. And Malfoy! He had also been really nice to him, too. Something just didn't add up. He didn't really know Blaise Zabini all that well to judge him, but he knew that Malfoy must have been up to something. Yawning again and closing his eyes, Harry tried to push out the memories and let his mind take a stroll to the day ahead – a nice day off of school work in the Grounds with his two best friends while the prospect of Blaise and Draco going to Hogsmeade never sounded so appealing.

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Draco sighed heavily as he sat down at breakfast, piling his plate up with toast and marmalade.

"Not going to Hogsmeade then, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked from across the table.

Draco lazily let his eyes wander over to her, trying not to focus too much in case he scowled rudely. There was something about the quality of her features that pissed him off.

"No." He sighed, biting on a piece of toast. Blaise hadn't come down for breakfast yet, but Draco had noticed Harry and his friends sitting in their seats as he came in – maybe the 'plan' hadn't gone well after all, and Blaise was either sulking or wanking off his tension in his private dorm room. Draco smirked.

"Why? We're all going." Pansy gestured towards Millicent and Queenie, and some other girls she usually latched herself onto that he forgot the names of.

"I'd rather not." Draco replied coolly, picking at his toast.

Pansy frowned and leaned back a little. "Ok." She replied sounding a bit disappointed, turning back to her friends.

Just then, Blaise plopped into the seat next to Draco and began to eat the toast straight off of his plate.

"Excuse me?" Draco said, leaning back from him and pulling the plate away.

Blaise merely grinned back, half a pieced of jam covered toast in his mouth.

"What's the matter with you?" Draco asked, grabbing the bread out of Blaise's mouth quite suddenly, tossing it across the table and ignoring the sudden screech from Pansy as it landed in her cereal, milk splashing all over her.

Blaise licked his lips. "Spoke to darling Harry last night."

"Oh, and did you woo him under the stars?" Draco replied sarcastically, folding his arms.

"Ah, I cannot divulge such information yet." Blaise said casually, running a hand through his dark locks.

"Meaning you did fuck all." Draco snorted.

"Well let's just say that Potter trusts me more than he does you. He always will, Draco." Blaise lowered his voice, grinning. Draco felt the sudden urge to drop a flagon of pumpkin juice over his head.

"What are you implying?" Draco hissed.

"Face it, Draco. Potter's never going to trust you. To him, you'll always be Malfoy. And what am I? The quiet 'friendly' bloke from Slytherin. Oh, I wonder who he'd choose." Blaise scoffed, stealing another bit of toast from Draco's plate.

Just as Blaise raised the toast to his lips, Draco's hand came shooting out, and he wrapped his fingers tightly around Blaise's wrist, twisting it downwards.

Blaise let out a sharp hiss as the bread fell to the floor, his flesh screaming out in protest as Draco's sharp nails dug into his hand.

"You're a spoilt little brat, Draco." Blaise whispered, untangling his hand from Draco's and standing up. "Watch and learn."

Before Draco could say another word, Blaise had left the hall. To his absolute disgust, Harry Potter had followed.

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"Blaise?" Harry called after the dark haired boy, who was leaning against a pillar with his back facing Harry.

Harry heard a loud sniff from the other boy, who appeared to be clutching his arm. Looking around nervously, Harry approached Blaise slowly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Blaise? Are you OK?" Harry asked carefully.

Blaise turned around slowly. His eyes were gleaming with unshed tears, his mouth contorted into a scowl. Harry let his eyes drop from Blaise's face down to his wrist, where bloodied half crescent marks marred his pale flesh.

"Did Malfoy do that to you?" Harry gasped.

Blaise nodded and swallowed hard. "I guess I pissed him off, eh?" He chuckled hoarsely.

Instinctively, Harry reached out and took Blaise's damaged hand in his, turning it over. "You shouldn't let him treat you like this." He muttered, shaking his head. "It's wrong."

Blaise nodded again. "I'm scared, Harry." He whispered, stepping in closer to the other boy. "He's… no, I can't say it… forget we had this conversation." Blaise ripped his hand suddenly out of Harry's, shoving it into his pocket.

"What? What's the matter? What's Malfoy done?" Harry whispered urgently.

"No, it's nothing. Honestly, Harry. It's OK." Blaise smiled through his sad expression, somewhat unconvincingly to Harry.

Harry frowned in frustration and nodded. It wasn't fair on Blaise to press the issue too far.

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm always here…" Harry didn't even get to finish the sentence when Blaise pulled him into a very sudden tight embrace. Harry's arms awkwardly wrapped around the other boy's skinny form, patting him reassuringly. "You'll be OK." He said again, before Blaise released him, smiling.

"Thanks, Harry. You're a mate."

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As Blaise walked out of the hall, he made sure he walked past the Gryffindor table, to catch Harry's eye. As Harry stared up at the fleeing boy in disbelief, his two friends staring too, Blaise blinked a couple of times in order to make him look on the verge of tears.

Storming through the doors dramatically, Blaise frantically scraped at his right hand, denting the fingernail marks Draco had already caused, to make them bleed slightly, wincing under his self inflicted pain. Smiling in satisfaction as he heard the doors of the Hall open behind him, Blaise leaned against a pillar and embraced his now bloody hand, making sure his shoulders were shaking and his eyes were wet.

Then Harry began to talk to him… *consoling* him… this was perfect. Draco would be so fucking jealous! All he needed was the opportunity to hug Harry… maybe even kiss him…

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm always here…"

As Harry spoke these words, Blaise let his eyes glance over the doors of the Great Hall that were beginning to open. Throwing all caution and pride to the wind, Blaise advanced on Harry and wrapped his arms around him tightly just as Draco entered the hallway, wide eyed and slightly green in the face.

As Blaise buried his chin into the crook of Harry's shoulder, he flashed Draco his most toothiest grin as Harry continued to mutter into his ear. Draco threw back a filthy look of disgust and swept back into the Great Hall.

"Thanks, Harry. You're a mate."

~~~+~~~

"Err, what was all that about, Harry?" Ron asked as Harry sat back down beside his friends.

"What?" Harry asked with an awkward smile, reaching into the middle of the table for his glass of juice.

"Running out after that Slytherin!" Ron retorted, nodding his head in the direction of the doors.

"He has a name you know." Harry smiled, sipping on his juice.

"Bloody hell, Harry! Why are you getting cosy with a Slytherin?" Ron asked, ignoring the slight jab in the ribs from Hermione.

"He's alright, you know. Maybe if you actually talked to him you might like him." Harry glanced at all of his friends who were sitting with very apprehensive expressions, all apart from Hermione who had her nose in the Daily Prophet.

"He hangs about with Malfoy." Ginny said, biting her lip. "The two are practically joined at the hip!"

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at this remark. "That's what Blaise said to me. He's sick of being Malfoy's underdog."

"Well I can't say I don't blame him there." Ron remarked through a mouthful of cereal.

"He's… different. He's pleasant." Harry reassured his group of friends, but to his absolute dismay, Seamus let out a sharp whistle. Harry groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Harry, you fancy him!" Seamus chuckled, nudging Dean in the shoulder who narrowed his eyes at his Irish friend, trying to push his eager elbow off him.

"Fancy him?!" Harry spluttered. "But… but he's a…"

"He?" Ginny finished.

Harry nodded. "Well, I was going to say Slytherin, but yeah – that's a good point too."

"I wouldn't blame you if you did, Harry!" Seamus smiled, his face glowing with excitement. "I've always secretly thought that Blaise Zabini was sexy – that whole brooding dark horse thing he's got going on! No wonder Malfoy can't keep his hands off him!"

The entire table turned to look at Seamus. "What?" He shrugged. "Oh come off it! You can't honestly say that you've never noticed the sexual tension between those two! They can barely stay off each other! I bet they're up in their dorms right now shaggi-"

"I think I speak for the entire table when I say - enough!" Harry blurted, holding up his hand.

Seamus blinked, and grinned cheekily as the others nodded vigorously in agreement, along with a faint strangled noise from Ron.

"No, I don't… *fancy* him! He's just a friend." Harry said eventually.

"Sure! You say that now…"

"Seamus…" Harry growled.

No. Harry Potter defiantly did not fancy Blaise Zabini. No. Nope. Nada. Then why did he feel so jealous when Seamus had told him that he was feeling up Draco Malfoy? The thought of those hands… all over something so precious looking… wait a minute, which Slytherin was he thinking of here? Groaning and rolling his eyes, Harry dropped his spoon into his cereal and propped his chin into his hands. Life works in mysterious ways.

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TBC