Chapter 9

"As we've now discovered Mr Malfoy likes the cock, more specifically your cock, and as we've also discovered he doesn't mind going to great lengths to acquire it." Said Blaise taking another draw on the cigarette.

"As with any teenage boy, Draco is prone to bouts of the old angst, particularly annoying when said angsty teen can hex your testicles off, anyhow other the course of the summer we noticed him getting more and more withdrawn. Didn't drink at parties, avoided all social occasions, not that I can blame him I mean even I want to kill myself at them, and he generally distancing himself from all situations in which he might have to talk about that night's revelation and following plans."

"We all knew what we had to do of course, but we also knew to be careful not to ask too many questions. Just before the holidays ended the Malfoys went off to France, showy little mansion they have out there, and invited us over for a week. So there we were back in the same debutante situation, back on the fucking fire whiskey, when Draco and I left to have a cigarette in the gardens. Apparently his feelings about a lot of things, including you, had changed."

"He was sick of begging and fucking grovelling to Voldemort and was convinced the old man's time was up. Draco, if nothing else is a forward thinker, he knew that it was time for the new generation to get on with their lives and stop fighting the wars of the past. He'd seen too many people die including his Auntie Bellatrix, by the hands of Lupin no less. That one really hit him, they'd been close apparently, no idea why mind you, crazy old bint. Anyway, he also didn't fancy the idea of old Voldie hitting his newest crush with Avada Kedavra, and he had been mulling it over all summer."

"Concerning you, however, was the biggest revelation, up until then everything he had said was how all the Slytherins felt. His feelings for you had turned from another notch on his bedpost to something more. Draco spent a long time in the library reading about you, and by a long time I really mean it, if you could see Malfoy Library its fucking huge and you're its biggest subject, unsurprisingly. He discovered you weren't an egotistical bastard and felt empathy towards you, rare for a Malfoy."

"His parents weren't dead but he lost them to the Dark Lord a long time ago. He needed to keep up his façade of course; he couldn't arrive here and declare his undying love now could he? It'd be funny as fuck though! So he decided to keep his plan intact and in time, I suppose, he thought your feeling towards him would change. Kissing him obviously ruffled some of Malfoy's usually unflappable feathers."

"So there's your explanation Potter, take it or leave it" And with that he rose to leave.

"Even if it is true," said Harry, "I cant just fucking fall for the arrogant bastard at the drop of a hat! Not that I'd want to mind you, he's still well fucking up there on my list of world's biggest cunts."

Blaise snorted "Yeah I thought you'd say that. If nothing else you can store the information in your memory banks for future use. Now I must be a pansy and mince off, but if you want to meet up for a cigarette some time let me know."

As Blaise walked off, Harry felt that familiar crushing feeling in his chest. 'Too much bloody information. Two days back and I feel like I already need to run off into the Forbidden Forest and be mauled by something with large teeth and an unhappy disposition.'

Harry rose from his sitting position with a sigh, his legs had cramped up and as he tried to stretch them he fell back on his arse, "AAAAARRRGGGHHH!!" 'This day just keeps getting better and better.' He thought sarcastically.

"Cant even stand up now Potter, are there no depths to your stupidity?" Drawled Malfoy from behind him. "You and Blaise had a good old chat then? Any startling revelations?"

With his newfound knowledge, the malice in Malfoy's voice didn't seem as brutal, and he decided then and there it was best to keep his mouth shut about what Blaise had said. "Well I went to find him, to get the explanation you owed me, but I found myself less than impressed with it. He mumbled something about you deciding you didn't want the-boy-who-wouldn't-die's cock in your mouth and buggered off. Honestly I'm grateful, I didn't have to go through with the depraved situation, now if you'll excuse me, my arse if freezing and intend to warm it up in the Griffindor common room."

With that Harry left, head still swimming but just before he was out of earshot he heard Draco exhale loudly, as though his world had just returned to normal.