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[Chapter Nine]

Draco was in agony, and it was all Harry's fault. The naiveness of the raven haired boy made everything so difficult to deal with. Every time he had to sneer at him he'd see misery in the sparkling eyes. Harry should know fully well by now that it was all show and that he didn't mean any of it.

Harry never flinched when Draco had spat the same insults a year ago. Only now that they truly loved each other was it tireingly painful to spite each other. But Draco managed to just deflect the hurt, and he was upset with Harry that he couldn't. Harry was much too softhearted for his own good.

It was night and Draco was lying on his bed, staring up at the canopy, when there was a knock on his door.

Sighing, he sat up. Usually he'd be with Harry but Harry had been desperate to study for a neglected Transfiguration test for tomorrow and so he was alone. All alone in his room.

The knock came again.

He stomped over to his door, unlocked it and threw it open.

he snapped irritably. Oh Blaise. What do you want? he frowned at the other Slytherin coldly and leaned against his door frame with his arms crossed.

Blaise smirked. Nothing, just checking up on you. Why aren't you out tonight?

Draco fumed. How do you know that I've been- he stopped. You know what? Just fuck off.

He was about to slam the door in his face but Blaise pushed it wide open forcefully.

Draco shivered inwardly at Blaise's icy look.

Get the fuck out of my room Blaise.

No. Not until you talk. Who are you with every night Drake? Who's your new fuck-buddy?

Don't call me Drake! And he's not my fuck-buddy! he gasped. Fuck fuck fuck, WHY did I have to say that?

Blaise's eyes were glinting.

So it's a he, is it? Well well well. Sick of female whores so going after wizards now?

Anger seeped through every vein in Draco's body. Zabini, I'm this close to killing you.

But either Blaise thought that Draco hadn't the guts to kill or he didn't care because he seemed unfazed by the murderous blonde standing in front of him.

Who is it Drake? You can tell me.

Fucking asshole. I wouldn't dream of telling you. Not in a million centuries.

Why? Why be so secretive? Perhaps it's someone you can't tell about. Blaise hissed.

Draco tried to look as if he thought Blaise was just a moron and an idiot.

Could it be.... Potter? Blaise's voice as barely audible but Draco caught his words as if he'd been slapped across the face.

Of course not! he retorted, collecting himself. I would never touch the filthy bastard!

You don't seem so convincing. the other sneered. Tell me. What's so wonderful about The-Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived huh? What's so golden about him that you'd choose him over a decent Slytherin?

What the fuck Zabini. I said it wasn't fucking Potter! Draco gritted his teeth in frustration.

It seems like the Gryffindor's rubbed off on you. Your eyes are telling me so clearly that you're lying. It's rather sexy. he reached out a hand and traced Draco's eyelids.

Draco jumped back. Don't fucking touch me!

An angry flame erupted inside of Blaise, and Draco could see it. But he didn't care. All he had on his mind was to protect Harry.

Stop being such a gullible ass, Draco. Potter doesn't deserve you. He's not right for you. Mark my words, he'll cheat on you sooner or later. He doesn't care about you, he's a fucking Gryffindor.

Shut up Zabini! One more word out of that bloody mouth of yours and you'll regret it!

Your father won't be happy about this. Neither will The Dark Lord. You know that. Blaise spat.

Well, they're not going to find out. Draco said menacingly.

What if I tell them?

You won't. Or I'll definitely kill you.

Killing me won't make them forget, will it?

Then I'll just do it now. Draco snarled.

Or you could spare yourself the crime by doing just one thing for me. And I swear to hell that I'll never bother you again.

Draco paused and lowered his wand which he'd been pointing at Blaise's chest.

Are you trying to black mail me?

Blaise smirked. No. It's simple. All you have to do is one easy thing.

I'll hear it first before I make any rash decisions.

Uh-uh. You take it or leave it.

Draco studied Blaise's face carefully. He was tempted to take the offer but he'd be crazy to do so. Blaise could have anything up his sleeve.

After a moment of silence, Draco pocketed his wand.

I'll take your damn deal.

Blaise murmured, a satisfied smile curling on his lips.

Now what the fuck do I have to do? Be your servant for a day?

Blaise shook his head, still grinning eerily. Kiss me.

Draco's insides churned with horror. What the fuck? No way in hell!

A deal is a deal, darling. Blaise smirked.

A deal? Draco fleered inwardly. And since when does a Malfoy stay to true to pacts?

All right then, Zabini. he said cooly. You want it? You get it.

His eyes were glittering slyly as he closed the distance between them. Blaise was looking practically gleeful at the suggestiveness of Draco's' body language.

Draco trailed a thin finger along Blaise's jaw around his lips, down his neck and finally grabbed his collar tightly. He pulled his face close to Blaise's, who's breathing was becoming shallow and staggered. Their lips were on the verge of touching when he lifting his other hand, and smirked.

he hissed.

With a startled look on his face, Blaise's body vanished from sight.

Draco's lip curled smugly. Never mess with a Malfoy, fucker.
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