Just a warning, the rating is PG-13 at the moment, but it will probably go up to R next chapter or so as things get deeper. Also, there is: swearing, suicidal thoughts, cutting, derogatory terms, alcohol, and sexuality in this story. A lot of heavy stuff, so please hit the back button if you are offended by any of this. Oh yeah, and slash will be mentioned a lot in this (this is a slash story, after all) and possibly heavy slash later on.

Disclaimer: Nope, definitely don't own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. And I don't own Jesus Christ Superstar either...

SUMMARY: What happens when you get two enemies roped into working together for a school production? Especially when those two boys are Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, and have a strange power involving desire and sexuality? Chaos, that's what! HD, slash

Title: It May Surprise You

Chapter: Chapter Three---Innocent Game?

Author: DarkBryna1724

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That afternoon was the first rehearsal for 'Beauty and the 'Beast, and the two stars were clearly less than thrilled to be in it. They both showed up late, and simply scowled at everyone else.

Finally, after about ten minutes of nonstop skulking from the two enemies, people had had enough. Blaise, who was playing Gaston, suddenly yelled, "Stop it, both of you! There's gonna be a prize for the best performance, and I'll damned if I let us lose because of your attitude! Stop acting like children and get along for once. We can all afford to get along for the duration of the musical, can't we?"

Draco stared at his housemate in horror. His friend was seriously asking him to actually get along with Potter? Was he daft? Unfortunately, he wasn't because everyone else, excepting Potter of course, shared the sentiment.

One of the first years, who'd been chosen to play Chip, piped up, "Yeah, be nice. I wanna win!"

The blond Slytherin felt his face flush with outrage. Now a whiny little first year was actually telling him what to do? Ludicrous!

Before he could tell any of the rude imbeciles just where to stick their goddamn demands, Potter spoke, "Fine. But just during rehearsal."

Malfoy scowled, and let out a breath of defeat. He wouldn't get any peace if he didn't acquiese, so he just gave in. That didn't mean there wouldn't be retribution for this little stunt everyone had pulled. No one ordered a Malfoy around!

The rest of the rehearsal went pretty smoothly, and Malfoy pretended to be interested in the stupid musical, although that definitely wasn't the case. No one noticed except the other disinterested boy, bloody Potter.

Before they realized what they were doing, they shared a look of common disgust at the niceness going on between the Slytherins and Gryffindors present. How pathetic that the haughty Slytherins and proud Gryffindors would set aside their feud because of a silly school musical!

At seven o'clock, the two nemesis were ready to call it a day and go back to their dorms when suddenly Seamus Finnigan burst out, "Why don't we play a game to help us become more familiar with each other? Maybe we'll even find out some...interesting things." He finished the last of the sentence with a wicked smile playing on his face.

All the Slytherins in the room looked as if Christmas had come early, and the Gryffindors didn't look too unhappy either. Both Houses were looking particularly forward to playing a game in which their rivals would be humiliated. Oh...the anticipation of that wonderful occurence!

One of the few Hufflepuffs said, "How about Truth or Dare?"

Seamus snorted. "That's childplay. We want something a little more mature."

The girl sniffed, pouting. She thought Truth or Dare was rather fun, but she was only a wimpy little *Hufflepuff*. Stupid Gryffindors, weren't they supposed to the ones opposed to more *mature* things? God, handling the horny Slytherins was enough as it was!

Draco had perked up at hearing this, but deflated at the suggestions being made. Truth or Dare? Spin the Bottle? Merlin, these were pathetic muggle games for preteens!

Someone suggested, "Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

Ugh. What about the darker games, like Dominance or Incubus? Man, these poor children needed to learn what a REAL game was like. And so, the blond said so.

"You people are pathetic. I can't belive you haven't thought of someone more along the lines of Dominance or Incubus."

"Dominance? Incubus? What're those?" Some poor Hufflepuff asked, looking woefully confused.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Slytherins had gotten speculative gleams in their eyes, and the Gryffindors looked strangely fascinated. Just goes to show that those goody-goody Gryffindors weren't the pure innocents they proclaimed to be.

Silent until now, Harry chose this time to put in a few words. "Dominance. Hmm...sounds interesting. I don't think this room has the right atmosphere, though."

Ohh...so Potter had played this before. The possibilities in which Draco could humiliate him were so vast and appealing...hmmm...wait, getting back on subject. Drat, the git had a point. The Great Hall wasn't exactly the kind of place you wanted to play a game like Dominance.

After a few moments of grumbling to whether everyone actually wanted to play the game, Harry said, "How about the room of requirement? I'm sure we'd have everything we need in there."

Everyone agreed that this was a great idea, although some of the poor Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws looked a bit befuddled. Boy, those innocents were in for a big surprise...and Draco couldn't wait. Shocking people was one of his favorite pastimes, second only to tormenting people.

They all shuffled to the room of requirement, Draco in the lead. Potter wasn't far behind, and the Slytherins seemed to be getting along with the Gryffindors for once. Though, that was probably because each of them were planning on how to better humiliate their rivals. This was a time when the phrase, 'keep thy friends close, and thy enemies closer' came to mind.

A chuckle of glee escaped Malfoy as he saw how the room of requirement was decorated. Perfect, simply perfect! The room was decorated in black and red, colors that complemented the game they would be playing wonderfully. And the massive bed covered in silken sheets in the center of the room didn't mar things either...

One of the bookish Ravenclaws looked at the bed with trepidation in her warm, brown eyes. "H-how do you play Dominance?"

Potter was the one to answer. "Someone chooses someone, and the both have to go to the Arena, which is the bed. They then have to fight for dominance against each other by kissing and any sexual means possible. Er, as long as clothes stay on. Then, whoever is proven to be the dominant of the two gets to ask the loser any question they want and that person has to answer. And then the loser gets to pick someone else from the group to try and prove that they aren't a Sub. Whoever is dominant in that battle picks the next person to battle for dominance. Got it?"

"I think so, but what's a Sub?"

Malfoy said, "A Sub is someone who is mostly dominated. There's also a Dom, which is a person who's never or rarely been dominated. Oh, and an Ave is someone who's half and half. You can all be certain I'm a Dom, so prepare to be dominated, you weaklings."

Seamus, a loyal Gryffindor snorted. "Hah, Harry's gonna beat you easily."

"What...Potter's a Dom? I don't believe it."

The Boy Who Lived simply said, "I am, whether you believe it or not. I've never lost."

Draco licked his lips, interested. Was there going to be some competition? Oh, he sure hoped so. So many of his battles were over in under a minute because of his prowess. No one could beat the Slytherin Sex God in anything sexual. He was looking forward to actually having to fight to be dominant...and so what if it was with his worst enemy? The blond would kiss a hippogriff if it proved to be worthy opponent!

He pretended to be nonchalant, although everyone saw the gleam of anticipation in his eyes. The Slytherins inwardly grinned; even if Draco lost, he'd be giving Potter a run for his money. And oh would that run be interesting...

A Gryffindor started the game off, going against a Hufflepuff. The poor Hufflepuff was easily beaten, not really knowing what to do and being shy about the whole idea of battling with sexual expertise.

When the Hufflepuff battled again, she had a little more courage, but still lost to the muscled Ravenclaw. The Ravenclaw chose a Gryffindor, and the Gryffindor won. The Ravenclaw tried to redeem himself with a Hufflepuff, but the Hufflepuff he chose ended up suprising him. One thing was quickly learned, although a little squicky about the whole idea of the game, they sure got into it once things got rolling.

After awhile, it was noticed that none of the Slytherins were being chosen. This pissed the sexual predators off, because they loved this game and proving dominance was something they particularly enjoyed. Finally, Seamus was up and he chose Blaise Zabini.

It was thought that Zabini would imstantly win, but it took at least five minutes for him to beat the Irish teen. Blaise had a triumphant look on his face when he got off the massive bed, but Seamus didn't seem to upset that he'd lost. In fact, he looked deliciously stunned, much the same look that shimmered in the Slytherin's eyes beneath the triumph. Malfoy knew that the game was only just beginning for them, and he definitely wasn't talking about Dominance. Oh no, the game of passion was something Slytherins relished, and it looked like Finnigan wouldn't be averse to playing it with Zabini. Not at all...

Around nine o'clock, it didn't look as if the game was winding down any. Normally most games fizzled out by now, but this game was interesting and it seemed to have won instant popularity with the bookwormish Ravenclaws and the shy Hufflepuffs. Nothing like sexuality and a little competition to get your blood running. And running a marathon, it was.

Draco got his first chance to play that night finally, against a Ravenclaw who was a little angry after losing to a Hufflepuff, and felt a little reckless. She chose him, and knew she would lose. But damn, it was sure going to be fun to lose to that particular sex-god. Malfoy was a bloody prick, but there was no doubting how HOT he was.

The both got on the bed, and Malfoy found the softness of it to feel wonderful. What wicked things you could do on a bed like this...mmmmm...he licked his lips in feral anticipation.

He pushed the girl down until she was lying on her back. She tried to get up, not wanting to end it too quickly, but he straddled her waist and swooped his mouth down to press against her. Using skills he'd picked up over the years, he explored every inch of her warm mouth until she was trembling with lust. And then he got up and moved away, looking not the least bit like he'd just kissed someone senseless. The grey-blue eyed boy actually looked bored.

After the flushed girl got off the bed and melted into the crowed of teens, Draco stood up and said, simply, "Potter."

A gasp of excited anticipation swam through the gathered students, everyone's eyes wide with interest. This was what they'd been waiting for all night. Malfoy and Potter, the two sexiest guys at Hogwarts battling it out in the game of sex. Delicious!

Potter stood up and stalked up to the blond, a smirk on his tanned face. "You ready to be shown how a real Dom plays, Malfoy?"

The Slytherin simply raised an eyebrow. "You ready to see how Malfoys really play? You're about to see the real power of the Malfoy's unleashed."

The brunet licked his lips and murmured, "That's what I'm counting on. And here's a little warning, the Potters have a secret all of their own as well."

Malfoy scoffed at this, disbelieving. His family had a sexual prowess that rivaled sex deities that had been given to their ancestor back in the days when Greece had been rampant with gods and goddesses. Surely the Potters hadn't been given that particular gift.

The emerald eyed boy whispered, "It seems Aphrodite liked my ancestress enough to bestow a special gift on her."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. Potter had to be lying. But if it was true, well the other people in the room were about to be given a show they'd never forget. He closed his eyes and called to the power that lay dormant deep inside of him. It rushed up, flooding his senses and making him burn with desire. His eyes glowed hotly, like molten silver pools. His skin was radiant, pure alabaster glowing from within. The lust and sex fairly dripped from him, and everyone in the room gulped. Wow.

When he turned to look at Potter, he saw that the Golden Boy hadn't been lying. The boy's eyes were shining like green orbs of fire, his skin glowing bronzed and golden. Oh dear God, the sex just oozed from him...

Malfoy's eyes flared, his power recognizing a kindred power and the fact that there was going to be some major sexuality going on. Just what it was yearning for, having lain dormant for years. It was about to taste what it craved, and it couldn't wait.

He took the few steps to take him closer to Potter, his body moving with fluid grace. Potter stared at him for a moment before he lifted an arm and pressed his hand against Malfoy's chest. The brunet's hand burned, and Draco felt his mouth go dry.

The Slytherin leaned towards the Gryffindor, and allowed his mouth to hover over the other boy's mouth. His breath whispered against Potter's mouth, and he stared as the green eyed teen flicked his tongue out to trace his suddenly-dry lips.

The power between them flared, their energies pushing against each other's, and they were suddenly pressed together. Their mouths crushed each other, tongues battling. Harry pushed Malfoy down onto the bed, but the blond immediately grabbed Potter's shoulders and rolled them over so he was on top.

Desire slammed into them, and they lost control. The power their ancestors had been given had been let loose, and it wasn't about to let them get away without a little fulfillment. The two boys rolled, twisted, grabbed, pushed. Their skin was flushed and burning hot, their breathing harsh and uneven.

Draco licked his way down Potter's throat, nibbling as he went. The other boy's skin tasted salty, and he smelled musky and oh so tantalizing. Harry's hands grabbed Malfoy's hair, and he flipped them over yet again. He slid down the other teen's body and scraped his teeth against Draco's collarbone. The blond shivered, and twisted out from underneath his nemesis.

He pulled Harry to him, roughly, and kissed his swollen lips. Potter's hands twisted in his hair, causing a flash of pain to hit the other boy. His eyes flaring with a mix of pain and pleasure, Malfoy retaliated by slipping his hands under Harry's shirt and scraping his nails down the other teen's chest. Potter hissed in pain, but he'd felt excitement race towards him at the same time.

Suddenly, the door crashed open and Professor Snape stood there, his face mottled with anger. "Potter, Malfoy, get up!"

The two boys sluggishly pushed away from each other, the effects of their power still racing through them. That power wasn't happy that it had been interrupted. Not happy at all...and both teens knew that there would be hell to pay later.

"Do you two realize what you've just done? Unleashing all that power without any wards?! You could have caused some serious damage!" the Potions Master yelled.

Huh? Malfoy and Potter were confused. It was just some sexual power that had been passed down from their ancestors, nothing more. What did Snape mean?

The oily professor swept out an arm and indicated the other students in the room. What the brunet and blond saw astounded them. Everyone was looking flushed and was breathing heavily, and some of the weaker-willed students were making out. More precisely, all of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were making out. The Slytherins and Gryffindors had more control, although it was obvious they were holding onto it just barely.

"By itself, the power is not normally strong enough to cause a reaction like this. But if someone learns to master it, or two people with the same power get together, they can cause a whole lot of trouble. Like this!" Snape snapped, still looking pretty mad at the two boys.

Uh...oops? Harry and Draco felt bad about that, although not for long. The implications of this were...how to say this, interesting?

"Get that look off your faces right now! There will be no more incidents of this nature. Remember that you hate each other?"

Um...the two teens looked at each other an a look of understanding passed between them. They could let go of their rivalry for a little fun, couldn't they?

Professor Snape sighed audibly, frustration coursing through them. Did they not understand what this meant? Probably not. If they actually made love, their powers would crave the other's forever and their lives would be hell. But he wasn't about to tell them that, oh no. He decided to tell them something else that would hopefully stop their deranged plans.

"I would like to inform you of one thing before I leave. Until you get the power mastered to act on your needs of it, something like this won't happen again. The only reason it did tonight is the fact that it had never been unleashed fully and you lost control. Unless you lost control again, which I highly doubt since you have no true feelings for each other besides hate, you will always be in control of yourself."

Damn. The two boys were disappointed, because they knew there would never be any passion between them. Wait a minute, disappointed? They hated each other! Scrambling away from each other, they felt the familiar hatred rise up within them.

"Bastard."

"Git."

Satisfied that things between them were now back to normal, they breathed sighs of relief and turned to leave. Snape tried to stop them, saying, "You can't leave until you get these students under control."

They both raised their eyebrows and smirked. Malfoy told the Head of his House, "But Snape, it's obvious you were told to come down here to break things up. That includes them, as well."

Snape spluttred, looking slightly panicked. By now, even the strong Gryffindors and Slytherins had joined in the almost-orgy.

"Now you wait one min--" Potter and Malfoy had already left, going their separate ways.

The Potions professor simply stared at the mass of students in front of him. This was going to take a while. /I'm taking twenty points off each of them. I don't care if Malfoy's in my House, he deserves a point deductions for this! Damn the boy! And Potter, I'm going to enjoy tormenting him in class./

And so the first day of rehearsals for the musical production at Hogwarts ended, rather well if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were to tell it. They'd quite enjoyed causing trouble, something Malfoy was surprised that Potter felt. Wasn't the Golden Boy supposed to be all good and light? Causing trouble was not something that fell under either category. Oh well...now the Slytherin had something to taunt the brunet with. Things were looking up...

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A/N: I just wanted to say, sorry if Snape was a little OOC. It won't happen again, I promise. And sorry for taking a little while to get the third chapter up. I had a little writers' block. Well, see ya soon!