Blaise Zabini (POV)

In the half light of the dawn, I rolled over in a bed that was definitely not mine. My foot grazed something next to me and I almost shouted in shock.

Then I remembered last night. And who was in the bed next to me.

I opened my eyes slowly, dreading the picture my mind conjured up. But it wasn't so bad, after all.

Draco Malfoy lay next to me, tangled in the creased sheets, his blond hair dishevelled and falling onto his perfect face. The lips, red and moist, lips which I hadn't kissed in a long time … before last night.

I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands. What have I done? I thought miserably.

You slept with Draco Malfoy a voice inside my head taunted, who also happens to be married. To your old friend Pansy Parkinson. Well Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy now…

I moaned softly thinking back to last night. One minute we'd been talking then…we were kissing. Oh no … and I wasn't even drunk, I thought.

Draco stirred next to me and I stiffened, hoping he'd turn over and stay asleep. I couldn't deal with talking right now; he might think its some big thing when it was only a one night stand. And there was definitely more to why I slept with him.

I jumped out of that bed like I'd been electrified. Draco murmured something in his sleep and I turned to look at him. God he was sexy; his arms slung across the pillows and his body wrapped in the bed sheets. All I wanted to do was grab hold of him and kiss him like there was no tomorrow, but I stopped my hands from reaching out to him and made them reach for my clothes instead.

The dress that I'd worn last night was wrinkled from being dumped on the floor. Remembering the way Draco had slid it from my shoulders, I shivered with longing. I really liked the way it felt to have my dress slithering down my body and to have Draco softly kissing my neck.

Stop it! I scolded myself Stop it right now!

Slipping my dress on, I silently crossed the room to the door and opened it. One last glance at Draco then I was out of there.

I remembered my coat hanging up beside the front door and shrugged it on before walking outside to the street.

It was raining outside and I was glad I had my coat. I looked around me before turning down a small alleyway, my shoulders hunched against the wind.

Turning left then right, I came to a medium-sized house, the curtains drawn and the windows closed. I sighed, a smile on my lips and walked to the door, pulling a key from my pocket on the way.

I bet he hasn't even got up yet, I mused, lazy bugger. But I was still smiling.

Inside the house, it was dark, rather like the bedroom I'd just come from.

Wandering around, I opened curtains and windows. Satisfied that the house was brighter and fresher than before I went back into the kitchen and began frying some bacon.

Ten minutes later, the sound of footsteps could be heard. The next moment he appeared on the bottom stairs, smiling his sleepy smile and wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

He slid his arms around my waist, murmuring "Morning Blaise" in my ear. I smiled again and turned to face him.

"Morning Harry." Then I kissed him.

A few years after I left Hogwarts, I discovered that the Dark Side wasn't for me and I switched. I know, I know, it was a cowardly thing to do but I'd witnessed what Voldemort wanted me to do and I just couldn't.

Then Harry, the new leader of the Order of the Phoenix, gave me a choice:

I could carry on with a normal life until Voldemort's supporters found me and killed me for desertion. Or I could work for them and spy on the Death Eaters.

Now I didn't want to wait for death to discover me so I chose to spy for them. At first I hated everyone I was working for but then I realised that they were wary of me and I made them see the real me. Then when we were on a mission one night, I told Harry a few of my secrets and memories; he did the same and it brought us closer together. Now he's my fiancé and we're going to be married as soon as we can find the time.

So why did I sleep with Draco Malfoy, I hear you say?

Well to start with, it meant nothing to me. Absolutely nothing at all. The yearning feeling I'd experienced was just an after effect of sleeping with Malfoy. It was part of one of my missions. We need inside information from the Inner Circle itself but nobody else in there was in Slytherin when they were at Hogwarts. Except me. So I was the one that got to seduce whoever I could find that belonged to the Inner Circle. It wasn't that hard, considering we already knew most of its members.

So I went along, did my thing and gained a little info. Harry says he'd rather I didn't have to do it but since it's for the Order, he can't do much about it. And now we're a little bit wiser about the habits of old Draco.

"So" Harry said, getting to the point straight away "what did you find out?"

"That Draco Malfoy has a bit of a weakness for Firewhisky and pretty girls with come on's" I said grinning, but the memories of last night were still too real for me to discuss.

"What happened? Did he tell you anything important? Did you…you know…have to sleep with him?" Harry was instantly alert, any signs of sleepiness gone.

"First of all" I said "I found out that he gets real drunk of one glass of whisky. He didn't tell me anything important at all, but I'll go back and find out tomorrow. And yes…I did have to have sex with him" I looked away from Harry's green eyed gaze as I said it, feeling like a complete slut.

Harry was silent for a while and I could see he was half concentrating on something but I didn't dare disturb him in case he was on to something important.

Then he spoke, quietly and calmly "I just want to know, Malfoy didn't…make you or anything…did he? 'Cause if he did I'll fucking curse him to the end of next week!"

His breathing was ragged and his eyes flashing; I didn't dare look at him. "Well he didn't exactly make me" I said eventually "how could he if I'm doing it for the Order?"

"I suppose" he said, relenting "did you enjoy it?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I hated every second of it" I said smiling "there's no need to be jealous. I love you. No one else"

Harry's face split into a grin and he grabbed hold of me before I could move.

He started tickling me; I squealed and yelled at him to let me go but he carried on regardless. Then suddenly he stopped and pulled me to him.

"I love you too" he whispered in my ear and he began pulling me towards the stairs.

I resisted, protesting, "What about breakfast?"

"Forget the breakfast" Harry murmured, nuzzling my neck.

I grinned and gave in, letting him lead me up the stairs and into the bedroom. Out one bed and into another, I thought dimly, but all I was conscious of was Harry's lips on mine and my hands running through that constantly untidy hair of his.

And then we laid on the bed and I remembered why I fell in love with him…