A/N: Wow look at me… putting up two chapters in one week… I'm on a roll. But seriously the next chapter may not be up for a few weeks so I wanted to go ahead and put this one up.

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I arrive to the Potions room to discover that my supplies have already been set up… but by whom? I know Professor Snape would not go to all this trouble for me, where is he anyway?

"Professor Snape?" No answer… where the hell is he?

"Prof -" And now there is a hand… on my ass.

Assuming that it is Potter, I think I'll have a little fun… gods help me if it's not.

"Ohh Severus, I told you to wait until after dinner." I can feel his hand stiffen a bit but it does not move from its location.

I turn my head to face him. He looks incredibly disgusted.

"What's the matter Potter? Surely you didn't think I got all those good marks purely on merit." A little lower please.

"That... is disgusting, but I had always thought something of that sort was going on between you two." Ewww

"I was joking." He's like my father for god's sake.

"Sure you were." I was.

I free myself from his grasp and turn to face him - crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the table behind me.

"What are you doing here?" And why are you still over there?

"I heard what happened and thought I'd come to help." Does anyone in this castle know how to mind their own damn business?

"Well seeing as how this is all your fault anyway… I think you should do it yourself." While I… go to lunch

"Ok" well, that was easy... maybe a little too easy.

"What's the catch?" Something naughty I hope?

"No catch, just meet me in the Library at eight tonight." Not exactly what I was hoping for, but at this point I'll take what I can get.

"Why?" And will there be nakedness?

"Because I need to ask you something." More talking... joy.

"Then why not ask me now?" So we can play a bit.

"Because... just because, are you going to meet me or not?" Decisions, decisions.

"I guess." It's not like I have anything else to do.

"All right then... you better go if you don't want to miss lunch." So... no sex then? Ok fine... but you owe me.

I begin to leave but stop in the doorway and turn back to him.

"Oh and Potter" You forgot to make out with me.

"Yes?" Oh how I love that word.

"Try not to screw it up... I have no intention of failing just because you suck at potions." Just because I want him, doesn't mean I have to be nice.

After lunch I decide to skip defense, it is far too boring and as tired as I am, I would most definitely fall asleep. I take the opportunity the free time has given me to go sit by the lake, and just... think. Who would have thought a few years - hell a few days ago I would be getting on with Harry Potter? I know I sure wouldn't have believed it, and mostly likely would have spit on the person who suggested it. Now look at me... my father would be so pleased. Blah, self-reflection is very boring; it's probably time for creatures anyway.

Since I don't have far to go I take my time, but arrive at my destination early nonetheless. I see that I am the first one here… yay for me. Damn, here comes Blaise. I hope he's not pissed about the whole trying to kill him thing.

"Hey Draco." Guess not

"Hey." Sorry about trying to kill you and all that.

"Are we feeling better now?" Much

"Much… just keep that psychotic bitch away from me." Because if I ever get my hands on her again…

"Well, it's not really my job to know her where a bouts anymore… so I can't make any promises." And why's that?

"Why's that?" Time to be concerned friend guy… even though in reality I could care less.

"We broke up." Good for you.

"Good for you."

"Gee thanks." No problem.

"So, what brought this on?" Beside the fact she's a whore.

"She shouldn't have done that… it was totally out of line." I noticed.

"Aww, you dumped her for me… how sweet" He likes me, he really likes me.

"Shut up, it was obvious she was only with me because she couldn't have you… and I am no one's second best." Of course not.

I nod to assure him I do not think he is second best to me. I wonder where Potter is. He isn't with Weasley or Granger. Perhaps it has something to do with what he wants to talk to me about. It couldn't be that important if he wouldn't tell me earlier. Maybe he has something for me… or maybe he's finally going to finish this little game of his. I wonder if I should take a shower and change before I go meet him. I wouldn't want -

"DRACO!"

"I didn't do it - Oh Blaise… what is it?" I was busy.

"Where you even listening to me? I've been talking to you for the last ten minutes." er -no?

"No, sorry… what where you saying?" Should I take my shower before or after dinner?

He rolls his eyes and proceeds to tell me the boring story of his and Pansy's breakup… as if I care. I don't know what he saw in her personally, but whatever. I am so sick of these unimportant animals; nobody cares about a two-tongued shrew… nobody except that big oaf of course, and possibly the mudblood. Blaise finishes up his little story of which I haven't heard a word, and then class is over so we make our trek back to the castle.

As I enter the common room I make up my mind to shower and change before dinner - but not because of Potter but because I just… I just feel like it. I step into the shower and let the hot water wash over me - it's been a while since I've been able to have a hot shower. I take my time, just letting myself relax. Realizing I have things to do, I finish up quickly - dry off and exit the bathroom. Upon entering my room, I remove myself from my towel - tossing it to the floor, before I notice that someone is sitting on my bed.

"Zabini… what the hell are you doing on my bed?" I watch him with caution as I grab my pants and slip them on

"Oh I'm sorry Draco… was 'Potter' sitting here?" he jumps off the bed chuckling... That asshole, he's making fun of me

"What do you want Zabini?" Because if all you wanted to do was see me naked… then you could have just asked.

"I was just coming to see if you were ready for dinner... why are you changing anyway?" None of your business.

"Felt like it." I did… stop pestering me.

"Whatever. I'll wait for you outside then." You do that

"If you must"

I finish getting ready and once I find myself presentable, I head to the common room. I see Blaise, speaking to some fifth year… whose name I cannot recall. I approach him from behind - tapping his shoulder lightly, he turns to me and nods. After he excuses himself, we start of for dinner. Suddenly I spot Pansy out of the corner of my eye, pointing to thin air.

"Look everyone, it's Harry Potter" That's IT!

SLAP

If Pansy Parkinson thought for one second that being a Slytherin and a girl would protect her from any retaliation… she was sorely mistaken. The instant my hand connects with her jaw I feel a twinge of satisfaction I haven't felt in a while. The room immediately fills with continues gasps as everyone begins to realize what happened. Draco Malfoy has just slapped Pansy Parkinson across the face… and I am damn proud of it. Blaise and I continue on our way as if nothing has happened… no one made a move to stop us, fearing the repercussions if they try to do so.

I check my nails to make sure there is no blood on them… that would just not do. Normally I am not really one for physical violence - it's just so barbaric, so… mugglish. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, I made a decision… and stuck to it. I do not stop to see her reaction, simply walking passed out of the common room as if everything was normal. If I know only one thing from this moment on - it will be that to today is the day Pansy learned to keep her fucking mouth shut.

Upon entering the Great Hall I notice that Potter is absent from dinner as well… not that I was looking for him or anything. I finish my meal rather quickly, hardly speaking to anyone - I must admit, I am a bit anxious to see what the snake in lions clothing has in store for me… he's quite tricky that one. I say my goodbyes to Blaise, telling him I'll meet him later and make my way to the library. Hmph, no Potter I see, well. I guess I'll have to wait then.

I hate waiting; he did say 8:00pm didn't he? It is now 8:15 and there is no Potter to speak of. Just when I am about to leave I feel a weight on my lap... he has arrived. Without a word he licks my neck - collarbone to ear, then nibbles his way back down - just to start the process over again. I instinctively tilt my head back to allow him better access, before coming, somewhat, to my senses.

"W-What are you d-doing Potter?" Please don't stop... I'd hate to have to kill you.

"Do you really have to ask?" No

"No"

"Do you want me to stop?" Yes - no - yes -

"N-No" Considering the fact no on else in this school wants to touch me… I may as well let him do what he wants.

He moves his mouth to mine - is there nothing this boy does badly? He begins to run his tongue over my bottom lip, politely asking for acceptance, I allow and nibble lightly on it. He starts to rock his hips, causing delightfully evil friction between us. Not wanting him to have all the control, I grab hold of said hips and begin to rock him harder. Someone moans quietly but at this point I am unsure of which one of us it came from - nevertheless it reminds me of where we are. We should move this to a more appropriate, not to mention private, location.

"Draco?" DAMN IT! Is there some kind of conspiracy going on - preventing me from getting laid?

My head snaps up immediately and Potter stops his movements a split second later.

"Blaise - I - uh - well-" It's not what it looks like.

"Draco, what are you doing?" Would be Harry Potter, if you people would just leave us alone.

"You see, the thing is Potter and I we-" Are trying desperately to have some sort of sex... at least I am.

"That's it… will you stop with the Potter shit… seriously Draco… this isn't healthy - do you even know what you looked like? What if your father was to find out how you're behaving?" Oops, hadn't even thought about him… ahh, who care's… it's not like he can do anything about it anyway.

"Calm down Blaise, Potter's here he's-" Gone, but when did he get up? That son... of a bitch.

"What-whatever you say… just be... more careful." What the hell? Is he - is he laughing at me?

Before I can explain further he leaves - I glance around to see if anyone else is here - fuck, the Creevy kid. I get up and start to walk over to him, just to make it clear that it would be in his best interest to not repeat anything he may have seen or heard. Well, maybe I'm a little more intimidating than I thought, since as soon as I stand, he bolts. I guess I'll have to follow him. I make it out of the library and turn down a side corridor hoping to cut him off before he reaches Gryffindor Tower - no way in hell I'm going up there. Suddenly someone grabs my arm and pulls me into what appears to be an abandoned classroom - this castle is full of surprises… and I am apparently alone.

"You can come out Potter" Honestly, how many invisible people would be walking around clawing at me?

He drops the cloak and I realize he is only about a foot away from me, he takes a step closer - I take a step back.

"What?" He takes another step towards me so I put a hand up to stop him.

"You stay right there" I mean it… stay.

"Why? You're not going to start bitching about how I tried to molest you again are you?" Why would I? After all, I was more than willing.

"No" He moves over to the couch and lazily plops down.

"Then what's the problem?" Oh I don't know... maybe everyone thinking I'm crazy, doesn't exactly get me in the mood.

"You made a fool out of me" Again.

"You seemed to be enjoying it at the time." Who wouldn't?

"Oh… bite my ass Potter." Probably shouldn't have said that.

He gets up a wicked grin on his face and begins to move toward me - I take another step back and again put my hand up.

"That was not an invitation" At least... not right now.

He rolls his eyes and falls back onto the couch.

"Don't say it if you don't mean it." touché

"Whatever, look, have you heard what people have been saying about me?" About us

"Yes" well - WHAT?

"Then why the hell did you do that?" Aren't you supposed to be the noble Gryffindor?

"It was fun." Yeah… for you maybe.

"FUN?"

"You know you liked it." Of course I did but -

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT! Half the school's laughing at me, Blaise is this close…" I hold my thumb and forefinger millimeters apart "… to sending me to St. Mungos, and you think its fun?" And if you say another word about how much I enjoyed it… you die.

"Well… yeah" You twisted bastard.

"Well maybe it is for you but it's not for me. So unless you want to come out from under that cloak and play… I'm done." I am… no seriously, I mean it.

He opens his mouth to respond but I do not give him the opportunity. I walk back to the dungeons trying desperately to drown out the snickering and whispers. I know it's about me. Potter better come up with an excellent way to fix this. I avoid everyone as I enter my room, without even removing my clothes I fall into bed and am instantly asleep.