Title: Opposites Attract (Part Three of Three)
Author name: Sky
Author email: sky at laloi dot net
Category: Romance/smut(ish)
Keywords: Blaise, Draco, game
Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG13 ( Implied sex. XD )
Spoilers: None, I think. You can eat me if you find a spoiler.
Summary: Nope. 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: I'm so so so so so sorry for being late you guys. I think this is the latest anyone has ever been for a fic. I promise it won't happen again. ( I've been extremely depressed for a few days too. No excuse, but still. So you should comment to make me feel better! )
Author's Note the second: This is unbeta'ed again. Because of computer problems. Sorry!
Author's Note the third: This... might be a little out of character. But I had fun writing it!
Author's Note the fourth: I'll stop now... . ;;
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For days after The Kiss, Draco felt too confused to think straight. For the most part he ignored Potter and his gang, except for the obligatory snippy comments and the glares in the corridors. But he kept his fists off Potter's face, and the Griffindor gave him the same courtesy.
For his part, Blaise stayed away from Draco for a while, if only to confuse him more.
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It was a full week before Draco decided to find Blaise again. When he failed in that, He told Pansy to find Blaise and tell the dark haired Slytherin to meet him in the library later. If the girl wondered what was going on with the blonde Slytherin, she wisely kept her mouth shut and passed along the message.
Draco got to the library far earlier than he expected Blaise to show up there. However, as she seemed to be doing these days, he'd miscalculated the other boy.
He was already there, waiting for him.
Draco frowned slightly, and Blaise smirked in return.
"Hello." Blaise's voice was smooth. Like velvet, Draco thought. But he knew by now that the velvet concealed a dagger.
"You've been avoiding me, haven't you?" Draco snapped.
"Or perhaps you've just been too distracted to see me," Blaise suggested mildly.
"But I've been looking for you," Draco snapped again, irritated.
Blaise raised an eyebrow and smirked again. "Have you?"
The Slytherin Prefect blinked, realizing how that had sounded, and then frowned slightly. "Yes. You're changing the rules again."
Blaise stood then and moved closer to Draco, who took a step back, involuntarily. "My game, my rules," Blaise explained softly, grinning in a way Draco knew wasn't just friendly. It was definitely predatory.
The blonde stepped back. "I see. And if I decide to change the rules?"
"We'll see," Blaise said, moving past him. "Good night, Draco."
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Somehow, Draco managed to do all his homework and think about Blaise at the same time. But then, he wasn't entirely sure that his Transfiguration homework was quite what McGonagall had asked for. Well, the old bat would just have to live with it.
At the top of the castle the clock chimed ten, and Draco stood, suddenly struck with an idea. He quickly pulled on his robes (the black was better for sneaking around anyway) and then slipped out of his room, and out of the Slytherin dormitory. And if he was right about this, then Blaise would be going down into the common room, to wait for Draco to come back, soon enough.
But that wasn't Draco's plan for the night.
The Slytherin Prefect easily found a spot in the library that he would be well hidden in, and comfortable enough, and then went to sleep.
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It was disconcerting to wake up in the library, Draco decided. But once he remembered why he was there, he decided that it had to be worth it. He slipped past the librarian and then down the halls back to the Slytherin dorms. He gave the password, holding back a yawn, and then went into the common room.
He grinned triumphantly when he saw Blaise asleep in one of the chairs. He pulled out his wind and whispered a levitation spell, moving the other boy out of the chair, and dropped into the chair, before dropping Blaise to the floor.
The soft noise of surprise was more than worth a night in the library, Draco decided.
"Rise and shine!" he said cheerfully.
Blaise just blinked at him.
"No witty come back to that?" he asked, leaning forwards slightly.
Blaise blinked again, looking confused.
"What?" Draco asked, standing at last, and moving to the stairs. "Did you think I could not best you in your own game?" He grinned and waved, and then moved up the stairs, leaving a confused Blaise behind.
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At breakfast that morning Draco was far happier than he had been in a few weeks, and Pansy mentioned it. He shrugged off her curiosity, and left the table early.
He was cornered by Blaise as soon as he had left the dining hall.
"You can't best me at my own game," the dark haired boy said.
Draco smirked. "But I did."
Blaise smirked back, and Draco suddenly knew that the other boy was up to something. "Then I'll change the rules again." He pushed Draco against the wall and kissed him hard.
The blonde's eyes widened, and then fluttered and he returned the kiss hesitantly.
Blaise ran his hand down Draco's chest, keeping him pressed against the wall, and then slipped under his shirt, running his fingers over Draco's skin.
Draco's eyes widened again.
Blaise pulled away then, smirking faintly at the bewildered expression on Draco's face, and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I told you," he said smugly. And with that he turned and went down the corridor.
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He couldn't remember quite when things had changed, he just knew that they did. Somehow he managed to find ways to wrangle kisses from Blaise, always by doing something that the other boy would then find him and take his breath away again. And Blaise never failed to keep Draco on rocky footing. He never left him knowing what was happening, what was going on between them, or even what would happen next.
Of course, this drove Draco to near insanity.
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Another week passed and Draco had to deal with an annoyed Professor Snape and a concerned Professor Flitwik. Both of whom were worried about him. All because he'd missed a homework assignment.
As if he didn't have other things to think about.
Draco had since learned that he couldn't best Blaise at whatever game they were playing, but that didn't stop him from trying. He spent nights wandering the halls, avoiding Filch and his stupid cat. He'd spent nights in the library. He'd even spent a night on the roof, simply because he could, and he knew that Blaise wouldn't find him there.
But tonight he didn't feel like finding someplace to hide from the dark haired boy, to surprise him the next morning. That never worked anyway. So when the clock struck midnight, he crept out of his room, and to Blaise's.
He didn't even get the chance to knock before the door opened and he was pulled inside.
"I was wondering how long it would take you," Blaise said, smirking that damnable smirk again, and pinning him against the door.
"How long it would take me to what?" Draco hissed, already irritated at being caught once more.
"How long it would take you to move from your room to mine," Blaise replied, and then claimed Draco's mouth with his own before the blonde could reply.