Title: Opposites Attract (Part Two of Three)
Author name: Sky
Author email: sky at laloi dot net
Category: Romance/smut (to be)
Keywords: Blaise, Draco, fight
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini
Rating: PG13 (for some swearing)
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: You don't get one this time. XD
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, and I'm not making any money. If I was, there would be a lot more manga on my shelves, and posters on my wall. Also, I would have locked these poor boys in my closet for my own personal pleasure.
WARNING: This contains SLASH. If you flame me for it, I'll set a Norwegian Ridgeback on you.
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. This is unbeta'ed, so if you see mistakes, tell me. ( I did go through it four times, but hey! )
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Blaise was gratified to see that Draco at least gave the appearance of taking his advice. In the next week, Draco didn't come sneaking into the common room after curfew one, his robes stayed in one piece, his face stayed free of bruises, and Slytherin didn't lose any points.
And for his part, Blaise waited in the common room of Slytherin, waiting in case Draco did decide not to listen again.
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"...and fifty point from Slytherin. Really. I'm disappointed in both of you."
Draco could stare back defiantly at anyone. And he did so now as he clenched his bruised jaw and stared sullenly, but defiantly, back at McGonagall. Potter, apparently, didn't have this skill. He had found his untied shoelaces very interesting suddenly.
It was another five minutes before McGonagall let them go, and Harry and Draco slunk out of the classroom, ignoring each other. Draco scowled and went back to Slytherin.
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"Another fight, Draco? And here I was hoping you'd given that up..."
"And yet you haven't given up waiting for me, now have you?" Draco snapped back, still sullen and defiant.
"No," Blaise admitted, smirking faintly. "But then I didn't really expect you to listen." The other boy wandered over to Draco and touched the bruise on his jaw. "And you didn't, did you?" he whispered.
Draco swatted irritably at his hand and took a step back. "It's none of your business, Blaise, so just--"
"You lost points this time."
"Yes," Draco snapped, and then smiled smugly. "But so did Gryffindor."
"You've got a bruise," Blaise said, still casually. "There. And here too." He touched Draco's jaw again and then his brow.
The blinde slapped at his Blaise's hand again. "And you're going to want to fix that, aren't you?" Blaise smirked. "Leave me the fuck alone, Blaise."
"Do you want people to know it was you who lost us those points? We're too close to winning the House Cup this year. People won't hesitate to make their unhappiness known," Draco opened his mouth to interrupt, but Blaise continued, "even to a Prefect."
Draco folded his arms over his chest and Blaise could see his knuckles were bruised also. Well, at least Potter would have some bruises in the morning.
"Why are you telling me this? What do you have to gain?"
The dark haired Slytherin's smile was almost deceptively innocent. "I'm only hoping for Slytherin's victory."
"Mm hm." Draco clearly didn't believe him, but he didn't press the issue.
Before the blonde could get away, Blaise stepped forwards, his wand ready in his hand. "Here, let me heal that." Draco tensed, but before he could respond, either to protest or agree, Blaise had laid the tip of his wand on Draco's jaw and the bruise was already fading.
Blaise stepped back again, smirking still. The Slyhterin Prefect scowled and left the room.
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The next night Draco purposely stayed out, with nothing to do but wander the halls and avoid Filch and his damn cat, just to spite Blaise. When he returned Blaise was in the common room finishing a history essay. He rolled up the parchment just as Draco stepped into the room.
"No bruises for me to heal tonight?" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not sure whether to be disappointed or relieved."
"Aren't you going to scold me for staying out late and risking points?" the blonde snapped at him.
"No," Blaise said simply, gathering his things. "I think I'll go to bed." He yawned, and left the room, leaving a scowling Draco behind.
Nearly five minutes later Draco growled softly to himself and went up to his dorm.
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Something had changed that night, and Draco knew it, and Blaise knew it, and each knew the other knew it. Draco wondered what to do. Blaise on the other hand, went on as normal.
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Three nights later Draco hid in the library, staying out purposely again. It was a boring business, he decided, staying out late to get a reaction from the dark haired Slytherin, but it had to be done.
Hours later he snuck back into the dorm, just in time to see Blaise leaving the room.
"Where are you going?" he snapped, and the other boy turned, giving him a fasely innocent look.
"You didn't think I would wait for you all night, did you?"
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The next morning, while ignoring a babbling Pansy, Draco decided that the most annoying part of all this was that he missed the nights when Blaise would have stayed up all night waiting. And it irked him that he cared.
After a minute he told Pansy to shut up, and left the table, not even noticing the glares Potter and his lackeys shot him.
Something needed to be done.
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Draco left dinner early that night, as if he was sneaking off somewhere, but instead went back to the Slytherin dorms and locked himself in his room. He settled down, and managed to complete his Transfiguration homework before he heard the other Slytherins coming back. It was all he could do not to go down to the common room and join them. He heard Crabbe and Goyle wondering loudly where he was. He smirked and did his potions homework.
When he looked up again he heard everyone going to their beds and getting ready to sleep. Which meant only a few more hours. He started on the same hostory essay Blaise had finished the night it was assigned.
He looked up again when he heard the castle clock chiming midnight and crept to his door, opening it slowly. He'd long since charmed the squeaky hinges into silence. He crept down the stairs and to the common room, looking around for the dark haired boy. He wasn't there.
Draco frowned and moved into the room and then spotted a piece of parchment on the table. He went to it, and picked it up. Writing he recognized as Blaise's started to appear.
I hope you had a good night in your room.
Draco scowled and then kept reading as more words kept appearing.
The game's no fun unless you change the rules.
The blonde crumpled the parchment and went back to his dorm.
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Draco cornered Blaise the next day. "How did you know?" he demanded.
Blaise smiled smugly. "I guessed," he answered infuriatingly.
"You're maddening--" Draco started, but Balise interuppted him, by pulling him into a rough kiss.
When he pulled away, Draco was too stunned to speak. Blaise smirked and started walking away.
"The game's no fun unless you change the rules," he called back to Draco.
Draco didn't see him for the rest of the day.