Chapter 8

"As you know Draco Malfoy is the type of boy who gets everything he wants. I mean the arrogant look he always wears is a give away, but there was something he wanted but alas couldn't have. On the day in question he decided to tell me what he wanted and his ingenious plan to acquire it. Alas the plan wasn't quite as ingenious as he thought, and I did try to tell him this, he didn't want to listen, and now look where its gotten him. Right back to where he fucking started." Blaise started in a rant, more talking to himself than Harry.

"Blaise your not making any fucking sense, slowly please it seems my brain may need to process a lot of information tonight." Harry said practically shouting over Blaise's incoherent mumbling.

"Yes, yes ok. Well the beginning I suppose, good a place as any to start. Narcissa Malfoy's birthday is on the 11th of July and every year she holds a rather large birthday gathering. Draco, as always, was bored out of his mind and so asked us to floo to the manor to keep him company, and away from the air-head debutantes who always grace us with their presence at these sort of affairs. Anyway after about three hours and two and a half bottles of stolen fire whiskey later we discovered Draco has a rather loose tongue when he's inebriated and the conversation soon turned, as it usually does, to whom we would most like to bed. Our usually silent friend in these conversations decided that it was the right time to blurt out the most interesting piece of information on whom his hopeful conquest was. How interesting and shocking it was when we found out the person in question was you."

"What!! You're a fucking liar Draco hates me. AND by the way the only reason this whole thing started was because you decided to blow me in a train cubicle, I'm not fucking trusting someone who started this whole thing in the first place." Harry was shouting again, his blood pressure was suffering a great deal from this whole affair.

"Yes, and didn't it strike you as odd that someone you had never spoken to in your life suddenly decided to lend you his services?" Blaise asked him.

"Well yes I suppose, I never thought about it at the time, what with the whole Ron and Hermione thing.. Why did you?"

"Ah yes, well that was part of Draco's plan as well. After we discovered he was harbouring feelings about you, he asked us to help him acquire you, shall we say? Firstly Slytherin's never undertake anything unless at the end we get something worth our energy, and there was absolutely no point in pursuing you unless you batted for Mr Malfoy's team. I was the only one of us with a disreputable enough reputation in that field to find out, and may I say you couldn't have played better into my hands. So stage one was initiated. The mudblood and Weasel thing was not as we had played, but I must say it was definitely an advantage. We weren't even going to initiate stage two until at least Christmas as we didn't think an opportunity would arise so soon, Draco was most pleased when it did though." Blaise said smirking at the memory.

"What are you saying Blaise this was all a trick to run up another notch on Malfoy's bed post?? Well if that's all I think I'll be going now, you disgust me." And with that he turned to leave.

"Wait, there is soooo much more to this story, darling. Sit down and for god's sake procure some bloody patience."