Blackmail Chapter 7
Dorie Kaiba
"What exactly are you smoking Malfoy? I am not going to be your slave."
"Well if you really want the whole school to know then…"
"Okay, what kind of slave?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Don't kid yourself Potter, no one with any brains want you that way."
Harry started to say something but sighed.
"For how long?"
"Six months should do nicely."
"What?"
"This is blackmail, it is not supposed to be pleasant for you and I can make it until I graduate if you like."
Harry quickly said, "No six months is fine."
"Well for now I need you to dry clean my clothes, and do my essay for Charms."
Harry groaned. But, he rationalized at least this way he would be able to keep his friends.
"Oh and you will refer to me as Master Malfoy."
Harry groaned again. He had a feeling he would be doing that a lot from now on.
It was October and the bright leaves sprinkled on the ground. Harry sighed gloomily as he looked outside the window. He felt like Cinderella sans the prince option. He sniffed his clothes, no Cinderella probably smelt better than he did right now, since she didn't have to do Crabbe and Goyle's laundry. Malfoy hadn't told them who was doing it but claimed instead there was a girl who had a crush on him and would do anything to get his approval. That story had made Pansy furious, which Harry supposed was part of Malfoy's reasoning. Malfoy tormented her as much as he tormented Harry. But in her case she deserved it. Harry had been around Malfoy long enough to know how much he hated Parkinson. Malfoy had explained Harry's presence by saying Harry needed Malfoy to tutor him in Potions and Snape had insisted it be Malfoy and none other. Snape apparently had offered Malfoy a really big reward for the task. Crabbe and Goyle accepted what their leader told them which didn't surprise Harry in the least, since there were toadstools with more intelligence than either boy.
Harry turned to go back to the laundry room when he suddenly heard a cry. He went to see who it was. It turned out to be Malfoy.