Hi! My name is Gia and this is my fan fiction. I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters but I love them and cant wait for the 6th book to come out. I even pre-ordered it. I'm such a dork. Please read and review my story.

How did Draco let it go so far. He was always in control, he prided himself on knowing and hiding his emotions but this time it was different. And of all people Harry Fucking Potter. Why him? Why couldn't at least have been the weasel, he was at least a pureblood, a blood traitor, but still a pureblood.

It was just a game. that's all it was meant to be. But no that St. Potter had to be so emotional. And you know what they say about emotions, they rub off on you.

That's it, that's the answer. Potter's emotions rubbed off on him. That was his story and he was sticking to it.

All Draco's life he has been that which was the apple of his mother's eye. She was delighted in everything he did. He was the spitting image of his father, from the shape pointed features to the paleness of his skin. But what he did have from her was her smile, which she was the only one honored enough to see, and her sense of humor.

You see, as beautiful as Mrs. Malfoy was, she still took a delight in seeing people squirm. Mind games where her and Draco's favorite. She was the one to give Draco the idea in the first place, but I dear say, she never thought he would take it so far while still at school.

The game was call Crossing Over or Stepping Over, which ever one you like better. It was a very fun game, trust me I have played many times. The theme of the game was to chose a person that can help you in some way, they have to be connected in some way otherwise what was the point of doing it with them, and make friends with them. Trust me again, it is a lot harder than it sounds. It was a good way to make allies. Something he had to learn how to do fast.

A reason his father was so powerful in the wizarding world was because he know how to make alliances. After becoming friend with this person it was easy to take advantage of them. The person was usually so charmed by having a friend from such a powerful family, it was easy to manipulate them. He became so good at the game, that they would do everything he wanted them to do. And I do mean everything.

Draco's very first challenge was a failure. It was the first year of Hogwarts, they had been on there way to school. It was Harry Potter. An alliance with Potter would have been the beginning of his career. If he had been successful, it would have been better move than anything his father would have ever done. But he was new at the game and didn't play his cards as good as he could have. Potter turned him down.

Sometimes he thought if he had waited till they arrived at school, till he had known more about Potter, if it would have made a difference. But he knows it wouldn't have. First impressions are everything, and Draco made his in the robes store. There was no going back to fix it now.

Even if he had made friend with the Famous Harry Potter, it wouldn't have mattered, he told himself. He would of still handed Potter over to the Dark Lord.

Who had he just finished with? Oh, yes, it was Susan Bones, in Hufflepuff. Her Aunt was to be the next Minister of Magic. It had been harder than he had expected. For a Hufflepuff, Bones was very untrusting. It took her a long time to put her bearers down. But of course, Draco had done it. By this time he was an expert at the game.

Bones on the other hand was very clever herself, she found out what he was doing. In finding out she wasn't angry, no, in fact she gave in a challenge. They have finished their little 'tit n tat' together. Draco was putting his pants back on, he hated going it outside, his skin was so sensitive to the cold air, when Susan began to talk.

'You know that was a dirty trick you played on me.'

'I didn't hear you complaining two seconds ago. In fact you seemed to be pleased when shouting my name.' He wasn't angry that she figured it out. Because she figured it out she stormed to him in a fury and they had hard angry sex, which was very satisfactory. Angry sex always was.

'Yes that was very fun, but now its over. And I want to chose you next conquest.' I snorted, ready to retort but she continued. 'Since I know I'm the smartest one of all your conquests, I think I should be the one to pick the next one. As a reward.'

'And if I refuse?'

'You wont, but if you do, then there will be an article in the Daily Prophet.'

'And what will be in that article?'

'An explanation of your little game that your mother taught you how to play. With a little bit of my imagination, of course.'

Draco calmly put him black shirt on. He rubbed it over his chest to flatten to wrinkles. He was thinking it over. Shirley, if she was smart enough to find out what he was doing, then he should give her a reward.

'Okay, I'll do it. Who is my next conquest?'

'Harry Potter'