A/N: This chapter contains some 'slash' innuendo only (mostly just playful jesting). I think it's pretty tame, but I thought I'd warn you just in case anyway.

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Chapter 3

"Hey Draco, what is UP with you?" Blaise asked, strolling into his room and flopping himself down on the side of Draco's huge bed, "Are you actually STUDYING?"

Draco snorted, "Bugger off Blaise." He said shortly, continuing to flip through the pages of the ancient spell book in his hands.

"Oh come on... since when do you need to study? I mean we both know you probably finished up all of your required reading for the year during summer break. What else did you have to do cooped up in the Manor with only your lush mother and a fugitive psycho for a father?"

Draco snorted. He couldn't deny it, but he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of admitting he was right. "I'm looking for a spell I saw once." Draco finally admitted when it became apparent Blaise had no intention of leaving before his curiosity was satisfied.

"What kind of spell?" Blaise asked curiously, pulling over one of the books and flipping through it absently. There were over a dozen books scattered about the bed, at least ten of them quite illegal.

Draco sighed. He knew how stubborn Blaise could be. His dark, often brooding good looks got him whatever he wanted with most people, male and female alike, but Draco was immune. That seemed to fascinate Blaise to no end and he took to hanging around him quite often. He seemed to like giving the sultry, seductive facade a break, acting much more his playful (and often somewhat annoying) self around him.

It occurred to Draco suddenly that he might be able to get some help... and he wouldn't have to admit exactly what it was for... "An invisibility spell."

"Didn't your father get you an invisibility cloak for like your fourteenth birthday?" Blaise asked.

Draco snorted. "Those are limited... and you always have to worry about them coming off..."

Blaise smirked at him evilly, "Someone catch a glimpse of you peepin in their window?"

Draco hissed at him angrily, flicking his wand to close the door Blaise had left open. "Shut up you bloody prat!" He growled. Blaise had discovered his little 'outings' a while back. He kept it quiet, but he liked to tease him about it, assuming he just spent all his time peeping into windows. Draco didn't bother telling him he only did that if he got really bored... not like Blaise would believe him anyway.

"Chill Draco... Merlin's beard!" Blaise he said with a smirk, shaking his head.

"So, you going to help or just sit there?" Draco asked testily.

"Well... since you asked so nicely..." Blaise smirked.

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"Come on... give it up.. it's dinner time!" Blaise whined playfully, tossing aside the book he'd been looking at.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You've been looking a whole half an hour. You aren't going to die!" He said, smirking over at him, "Oh go on. I'll be along when I finish checking this book." He said, going back to his reading.

Blaise gave a fake sigh of exasperation. "Very well MASTER Draco... will you be requiring my services after dinner as well? Make me slave away into the night?"

Draco rolled his eyes again. "Don't bother. You're more trouble than you're worth." He muttered, smirking.

Blaise clutched his heart as if mortally wounded. "How COULD you be so cruel? And after all my grueling hard work! I was slaving away like a house elf for you!"

Draco let out a little laugh and tossed a pillow at him. "Get out!" He chuckled.

Blaise hopped off the bed and strolled over to the door, opening it and turning back. "Yes, Master!" He said in his best imitation of a squeaky little house elf voice, "I is going master! Please do be beating me master! For I is an unworthy little house elf!"

"Don't tempt me!" Draco yelled, tossing another pillow after him, letting out a little bark of laughter as Blaise blocked it with the door, then stuck his tongue out at him before leaving and slamming the door behind him.

He shook his head, returning to his reading.

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Draco was buried in another book when a knock came on the door. "Come in." He muttered, engrossed in the text. It wasn't what he was looking for, but it was fascinating none the less...

The door opened and shut. He glanced up as his bed was jarred. Blaise had come around to the side of the bed, hopping up and draping himself across the bed once again. "What do you want now, Blaise?" Draco asked distractedly.

"You didn't make it to dinner..."

Draco glanced at his watch. It was almost ten already. "Oh well... I'll just half-inch something from the kitchen later." He said distractedly, going back to his reading.

"Tell me how much you love me." Blaise requested with a smirk.

Draco glanced up, furrowing his brow. "You may bat for both sides, but you know very well I'm not that way." He said in a bored voice.

"You may change your mind..." Blaise said in a sing-song voice with a smirk, pulling a little ragged, ancient looking book out of his robe pocket and dangling it in front of Draco.

Draco snatched it away, setting down his tome and opening Blaise's book to the marked page. The Living Haunt spell! It was exactly what he had been looking for! He had remembered reading about this spell as he was talking to Ginny, and knew it was the perfect spell... not like he could shag her wearing an invisibility cloak without her noticing... He skipped past the two large paragraphs of dire warnings of the hazards of the spell. Like he cared, right? It went on to explain the specifics of the spell... It only worked at night, made the person invisible until dawn, but with a little glamour they provided separately, or a sprinkling of powder they would look just like a real ghost... of course he was going to skip that part... no sense looking like a dead Draco Malfoy after all! It also made the skin a bit cool to the touch, but that would work as well... The book was full of risky spells to assist in playing malicious pranks, and thus very illegal.

He beamed over at Blaise. "I could almost kiss you!" He said with a smirk.

Blaise perked up, looking hopeful.

"I said ALMOST!" Draco quickly said with a chuckle.

Blaise put on a pouty face, "Aw... come on... don't I get ANYTHING? Do you have any idea what I had to go through to GET that book?"

Draco looked over at him, mildly interested, "What?"

Blaise smirked, fluffing the down pillow beneath his head and settling down a bit. "Well, I remembered where I'd seen it, and I knew the library had a copy... but it was in the Restricted section of course... I'm just glad Madam Pince had a halfway decent looking assistant tonight... not much into older women!" He said with a smirk. Draco cringed at the mental image. Madam Pince was middle aged, and not that attractive. "So I had to convince the little assistant to go get it for me... A 6th year Gryffindor at that!"

"Which Gryffindor?" Draco asked, curious despite himself. Few Gryffindors would be caught dead with a Slytherin.

Blaise held up his hand. "No. She made me swear not to tell anyone... she was afraid her twin sister in Ravenclaw would find out." He said, smirking evilly.

Draco let out a laugh, "Very nice of you to keep her secret so well." He said sarcastically, knowing immediately who he was talking about.

"Actually only took me about two minutes to get her to agree... but then of course it took another half hour to... fully convince her..." He said, wriggling his eyebrows lewdly.

Draco rolled his eyes, but said nothing. Any comments at this point would only encourage him to elaborate.

Blaise sighed, looking up at him with big puppy-dog eyes. "Aw come on... nothing? How about just letting me go down on you?"

Draco gave a snort of laughter, grabbing an extra pillow and placing it significantly over his lap. "Not a chance." He said firmly, but he couldn't help but smirk. He knew Blaise was just teasing... though of course if he said yes, he had no doubt Blaise WOULD.

Blaise sighed dramatically, "All that hard work for nothing... How about if I throw in these?" He said, tossing a little bag over.

Draco picked it up and opened it, peering inside. It held nearly a pint of little, sweet wild strawberries. Draco smirked up at him. He loved strawberries and Blaise knew it. He also knew exactly where to find them this time of year... "It would count for more if these weren't from my own patch in greenhouse six..." Draco said, his eyes dancing with amusement. Blaise just smiled back unabashedly, "But then you did at least save me the trouble of harvesting them..." He looked over at him for a moment contemplatively, "How about information? Will that suffice?"

Blaise perked up again, "Like what?"

"Like the fact that the Weasel is a closet bender." Draco said with an evil smirk.

Blaise's jaw dropped, "Bullshit!"

"Nope. He's bent as a bottle of chips!" Draco said gleefully.

"There's no way... I mean how could you possibly know that?"

"Well... I DO look through windows on occasion... and twice I saw him layin in his little bed, bashing the bishop like there was no tomorrow while staring over at Potter with this look of complete adoration on his face..." Draco cringed in disgust, "Potter isn't though... he's all over that Mudblood... I doubt he has a clue his best mate would love nothing more than to shove him up against a wall and shag him senseless!"

Blaise got a contemplative little smirk on his face. "I've always liked redheads... So... since you're obviously the one to ask... how well hung is he?" He asked with an evil smirk.

"Agh..." Draco said, cringing, then he sighed, "Well... I guess he wasn't too light in the trousers... pretty decent for a Gryffindor really. I still have him beat, but what's new?" He said, smirking.

Blaise laughed. "You know, one of these days I'm going to make you prove that!"

"Not likely. Now you go get that poor virgin, Blaise. He is in desperate need of your services!" Draco said, chuckling evilly.

"Well..." Blaise said thoughtfully, "It would just be cruel to leave to poor boy languishing in the closet..."

Draco shook his head, trying to free it of the mental images. As Blaise got up and walked out, Draco had no doubt he had just given him a new mission... the tightness in Blaise's jeans alone told him that much. He snickered to himself, imagining Potter's reaction if he should walk in on Ron and Blaise in the rut.

Well, back to business. He looked over the spell... it was complicated, but he felt pretty confident he could accomplish it...

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