K: I was trying to think up how to start a Harry/Draco one-shot someone asked me to write, and was toying with the idea about just making it another chapter of this fic. Then Three Days Grace came on and this chappie was born. ;

Y: But you're still writing the other one too, right?

K: Of course! I'll probably use it as a third chapter. ;

Y: -- If you say so…

Disclaimer: I dun own any of the HP characters or the songs. I just go clickity-clack on my keyboard.

Dedications:

- Dea Draconis (Meh. I can't take it anymore- you guys win. Here's the continuation…. And I'd have to agree on that- "Slytherin" IS a good term for how Harry's acting. )

- Icy Flame (I'm sure you could write much better if you really tried to. I'm flattered you think so highly of this little ficlet.)

- Heather (Really? Well, I suppose that shouldn't be too surprising, considering the whole business of Wizard's Chess. ;)

- RiverWhiteDragon (How about another chapter that's pretty much side-story-esque? Whould that work? )

- Chrissy430 (Well, at least it's better than that crap I wrote last year… "Hogwarts Support Groups"… ; DAMN, that was bad…. X.X)

- Kyra (But of course! Who can resist the almighty badass Harry? That's EXACTLY why OOTP is my favorite book so far in that series… XD)

- Web Walker (Well, Draco's pretty submissive to Harry, but that doesn't mean he likes it. Don't worry- there's no mushiness in this fic.)

- Soccer-chick250 (Tell me about it…. There aren't enough Seme-Harry fics in the fanfic world… sigh)

- Alicia (Hmm… "Shiver?" I haven't heard it…. . ; I'll think about it, though. )

- Hypergurl20022 (Yes, I must admit I'm a nutcase. They'll never catch me in a million years! BWA HA HA HA HA! flips off people from the Mental Institution who are chasing her around, trying to get her in a straight-jacket)

- Elvishlady (Ah yes, Draco's fondest wish- getting even. Too bad Harry's a tad too clever for him, though. ;)

- Fate (Well, here's more for you to read! Now you don't have to go anywhere. Lol.)

- Lisa (It's not exactly going to be a one-shot, but I hope it'll turn out to your liking anyway. I'll try to start it just as soon as I finish this literary tidbit, k? )

Directions: Insert the lyrics again. This time it's "Everything About You" by Three Days Grace.

Everything About You

insert 1st stanza

(Harry)

The past few months have been… amusing, to say the least. Each day is filled with tension so thick you almost feel as if you're walking through a giant bowl of Christmas pudding. The Slytherins and Gryffindors are edgy, and tend to be a tad more snappish toward the other houses than what would be deemed 'usual.' The cause of all this restlessness, you ask? Why, the results of the wager between Malfoy and I, of course.

During the daylight hours, we act out a farce- a play that Malfoy cooked up in an attempt to save face. We fight like bitter rivals, as always, and he jinxes anyone who says otherwise. It's rather pointless, really- they all know what happens once night falls…

Still, why not play along? His squeamishness is quite comical. It's not like it costs me anyway… We have no real feelings between us.

insert 2nd stanza

(Draco)

Curse you, Potter… Curse you, and damn you to the bloody pits of HELL! How dare you do this to me… How DARE you!

"I HATE him. Smug bastard that he is… How did he manage this? How could it have possibly turned out this way?" I growled, staring at my distraught reflection in the mirror. "HOW! How could I let this happen…?"

I drink in my mirror image, noting with disgust how downright slovenly my features are. All because of that git, Potter. He holds some kind of power over me, and he knows it… He's milking it for all it's worth.

insert 3rd

My eyes narrowed, and in a fresh burst of rage, I lash out at the pitiful vision of self before me, shattering the mirror. Moments later, the pain catches up with me.

Cursing to myself, I gingerly pick out the shards of glass, then heal the wound with a simple spell. Some of the blood drips down onto the gray slate of the bathroom floor, but I don't bother cleaning it up. That's what lowly house elves are for.

Stripping down, I toss my sullied garments aside and slip into the warm water contained within the vast tub of the Slytherin restroom. I refuse to go to him tonight, no matter how much it pains me. I long for his touch, long for him to take me as he's done so many times before, but I mustn't. I can't let him win.

I can't let him make a mockery out of the Malfoy name.

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(Harry)

It seems he's trying to restrain himself again tonight… It's already past midnight, and the others have been sleeping for nearly 4 hours, now. I wonder if they're ever restless and tense, knowing what goes on while they slumber. I always charm the bed so they can't hear anything, but what it must be like- knowing what is occurring a mere 3 meters away…

Ah well, s'not my problem anyway, now is it? I'd take our business elsewhere if they came right out and complained about it, but since they haven't, I'll simply let Malfoy keep coming back again and again like a dog trailing after his master.

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I find it absolutely delicious- the way he openly hates himself for coming to me, cursing his weakness, yet knowing that all that awaits is the sinful pleasure he's found himself addicted to. He knows that I'm in control, I'm the only one who really has a hold over his life. He knows, and despises me for it. That's why I continue to play this game- it annoys the hell out of him.

Oh, if only he could find a way to get even… I know that is his fondest wish. Yet he can never fulfill it- getting even would mean an end to our game, and the end of all ways in which to satisfy his primal urges. In short, it's dignity over me, and that's one thing I know he could never give up. I'm like one of those Muggle drugs from the 60's, and no matter how hard he tries to get away, he can't fight the craving.

I suppose that's why my name's "Potter," isn't it?

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(Draco)

"I'm not going. I'm not. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Never again. I REFUSE to let him make a mockery out of me. That's exactly why I'm not going to give in tonight." I mutter, staring at my clenched fists as I walk from the bathroom to the Slytherin dorms, going at a brisk pace so I won't freeze in the chilly halls.

"YOU again? Come at a more convenient time, why don't you? Say- sometime before I've delved into a blissful sleep?"

Startled, I look up, finding the familiar portrait of the rather corpulent woman in the pink dress. My body had gone off on its own again, and I hadn't even noticed. Curse my bloody feet for taking me here…

She glared down at me, an obvious look of extreme distaste splashed over her features. Having guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor dorms for what must have been hundreds of years, it's no wonder she'd developed a certain distrust of Slytherins such as myself. Still, as long as I had the correct password, she was forced to let me in. Not that I would be going in any time soon, anyway.

I jumped as she swung out toward me, barely having time to dodge, and scowled as I regained my composure. "What the bloody hell did you go and do tha' for!"

She gave me a pointed look. "You said the password, you scrawny little buffoon. Now either go inside or go away- a lady needs her beauty rest."

I shouldn't… I mustn't……… I can't.

Trembling, I step through the porthole.

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(Harry)

I open one of my eyes as I lay on my unmade bed, dressed in nothing but my boxers and pajama bottoms. I'd taken to wearing contacts a while back- it's easier to do what we do without my glasses being an issue. Sure enough, a familiar silhouette stands at the foot of my four-poster, hesitant at whether he should stay or bolt as fast as he can from here.

I knew it. He couldn't fight it at all. I suppose I should give him a smidgen of credit- he lasted about 2 ½ hours…

I roll my eyes and pull him in, closing the hanging curtains behind him. He glares at me, angry both at me as well as himself, but gasps in pleasure as I trail my warm tongue down his neck and collarbone. I move away, smirking at the glazed expression in his eyes.

"More?"

He nods, still dazed, and I comply.

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"I loathe you. I despise you with every inch of my very being."

I blink and gaze in the direction of the voice, who happens to currently have his face buried in my chest. "The feeling's mutual, I'm sure."

"I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I HATE you." He pounds on my toned abdomen half-heartedly, abhorring his own actions.

It's like this every time. I think it's become a sort of ritual for him, really… By stating outright how much he detests my very existence, he feels like what he's done tonight isn't as blasphemous for him as it really is. I could care less about his feelings, but it is rather interesting seeing him like this- shattered and broken.

"I hate you. I abhor you. I loathe you. I despise you. You disgust me. You fill me with a sense of odium. It makes me sick just seeing you…" He spat, digging his nails into my shoulders.

" I hate you…. I hate…."

His tears spill over onto the sticky sheets, soaking down into the mattress.

"Hate…"

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K: Finished! Only took me around 2 hours, too… (It's hard making up stuff to fit the lyrics right off the top of your head… ;)

Y: Is it me, or does this seem limier than usual for you? . ;

K: A LITTLE, maybe…. Not much, though. shrugs Their entire relationship, if you want to call it that, is purely based around sex anyway, so… . ;

Y: Just hope Baka doesn't see it… He'll tease you to no end… --

K: If he does, it's his fault for rubbing off on me in the first place. Ra-damn hentai. --

Y: …………………. --;