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Chapter 9- Courting Draco Malfoy- Part I

Sunday

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt lips graze his neck, turning over to see grey eyes meet his emerald ones. He smiled, capturing the soft lips that had woken him up with his. He heard a soft moan escape his bed mate, giving him full access as he slipped his tongue in, exploring the new territory. His eyes fluttered open as Draco bit down on his lip playfully, a lustful look deep in his eyes.

"Fuck me," Draco whispered, his fingers rubbing his skin playfully.

"Are you sure?" He asked, gasping as he was pushed into the silk sheets, Draco straddling his hips. The sight took his breath away. Draco Malfoy, completely naked, his soft, creamy flesh shone in the candlelight.

"More than anything in this world," Draco said, kissing along his chest, his hands pinning him to the soft sheets. "Stop fighting this,"

"But you don't love me, you can't," He said, watching as Draco looked up at him for a moment, a hurt expression crossed his perfect face.

"Why can't I love you?" Draco asked, bitting down on his nipple, making him arch into the Slytherin, a moan escaping his throat.

"Because you're Malfoy, you hate me,"He stuttered, his mind going blank as Draco kissed, sucked and bit along his skin, leaving little red marks in his wake.

"You hate me too, don't you remember?" Draco replied, coming up to capture their lips together again in a heated kiss. Once apart, Draco looked deep into his eyes. "There's a fine line between love and hate,"

"Not for us,"

"Especially for us," Draco replied, his long fingers grazing through his raven hair. "We'll never be just friends Potter, either hate me or love me you can't have it any other way,"

"How do I choose? Loving you means giving up on my friends- if they can't accept us being friends then they won't accept us being together. I don't think anyone will," He said, Draco just smiled softly down at him. "How do I even know you really want me too"

"You don't, but love is trust. I told you how I feel, now you just have decide if you believe me or not. You're staring at the only love you know Potter, are you willing to put everything on the line and fight for me?"

Harry opened his eyes, sighing as he looked over at his still passed out roommate. What in Merlin's name was he going to do.

"So where are we going exactly?" He asked as he followed Astoria around the castle. They turned again, heading deeper into the castle.

"You said you'd do anything to get Draco. Do you trust me?" Astoria asked, stopping to look at him.

"Not really," He said, Astoria only laughed.

"Glad you're learning. However, do you trust me that I can help you get Draco?" She asked again.

"You're the only Slytherin that I trust with this," He said, Astoria just grinned at him. She turned on her heel and kept going. He had to jog to catch up with her.

"Now will you tell me where were going?" He asked again.

"The library. " Astoria said, slowing as they made their way to the library doors. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I need to know the truth,"

"If we do this, you won't be able to turn back. You know that right?" Astoria asked, looking at him intently.

"Yes I know that. Draco and I can't go on they way we are either,"

"Good,"

"So why in Merlin's name are we in the library?"

"We need to talk to Pansy, she's the only one who can help with the first part of the plan,"

"And she'll help us why?" He asked, Astoria stopping as they stood in front of the library doors.

"That's going to be the tricky part. Just follow my lead, and remember she's a Slytherin, one of the cruellest.. So don't play nice," Astoria stated.

He followed Astoria as they headed into the library, not sure why in Merlin's name Pansy Parkinson would be in here. He knew for sure she wasn't a book worm, he remembered hearing rumors that she used to con Ravenclaw's into doing her work in the past. He wondered if they would do it still now that she lost all her backing from the Slytherins.

"So, why would Parkinson be here out of all places?" He asked, scanning the room to see no one so far.

"Because her only friend right now is Blaise and he's a huge bookworm, almost as bad as your friend Granger. I'm sure she's here," Astoria replied, walking toward the back.

"What about Zabini then?" He asked

"Hopefully too hungover to be here yet. He was completely wasted last time I saw him," Astoria commented, suddenly stopping "Look whose here."

He followed her eye line to see that indeed Pansy Parkinson was sitting in the back corner, a book in front of her. He preceded to follow her as they made their way toward the former Slytherin.

"Hey Pansy," Astoria said, Harry watched as Pansy looked up, a confused but angry look crossed her face.

"Astoria, Malfoy's bitch, what can I do for you? Oh don't tell me, this isn't some new spot the Slytherins have decided to claim as their own. Merlin forbid I get in the way of the all mighty Slytherins," Pansy snarled, giving him her famous Parkinson sneer.

"Sit Harry," Astoria commanded, completely ignoring Pansy as she sat across from the former Slytherin, he slipped into the seat next to her.

"Maybe I wasn't clear enough, go away!" Pansy snarled, pulling out her wand "Or I'll make you,"

"Really Pansy? No need to be rude we're only here to help you,"

"Riiiight. There's nothing I want from you and especially scarhead. So sod off,"

"Oh but I think there is. See Harry and I couldn't help but notice that you are all alone, here and in Hufflepuff. I mean your only friend if you can call him that is Weasley and even he doesn't like you all that much. See Harry and I think we can help you with your little problem,"

"And what's my problem Greengrass?"

"You want back into Slytherin, a pureblood girl like you doesn't do well in the dysfunctional, emotional house that is Hufflepuff,"

"Why in Merlin's name do you think I want back in that hellhole where that, fucking prick choses the golden boy over his two best friends. Where all my so called friends choose, that," Pansy snarled, waving her arms at him making him roll his eyes. He almost forgot how much the Slytherins used to hate him. Scarhead, golden boy,all the little nicknames Draco had given him over the years. Who knew they'd end up actually using each other's first names. "Over me. Me! Pansy Parkinson. Don't think so. So why don't you take pothead and shove off. Go kiss Draco's feet or whatever you Malfoy worshipping Slytherin wannabes do best,"

"You would know best Parkinson you kissed Draco's ass better than anyone I know," He commented, completely bored of the situation. There was no way Parkinson was helping them.

"Fuck you Potter. What happened to Malfoy being a prat? Your worst enemy? A wannabe death eater?" Pansy snarled, pointing her wand at his face. He only smirked, putting the tip of his wand underneath her chin. He gave his best Draco annoyed impression, watching as she only smirked back at him "Wow Draco has really rubbed off on you? Only one way the golden boy trusts a potential death eater. You let him shove his cock so far up your stubborn Gryffindor ass you're seeing green,"

"You would know what cock does to a person best Parkinson, I mean what Hogwarts boy haven't slept with?" He retorted back, watching in glee as Pansy's face turned three shades darker. "Besides whose to say I didn't shove my cock into Draco's ass? As you said earlier, Dray did choose me over you and Zabini after all. So if I were you Parkinson, I'd tread carefully because unlike you, I have the entire Slytherin house backing me- you, well you have my friends, who I'm sure would choose me over you. So why don't you quit trying to insult me and listen to Astoria's proposal,"

"Fine, you have thirty seconds before I decide to leave,"

"Good, it's simple. Harry here can help you get back into Slytherin if you give us Draco's little black book,"

"Why in Merlin's name would you want that? That slimy git! Did he send you here to get it, can't face me or something," Pansy snarled

"No we just need it for something," Astoria stated.

"For what? It's all just ratings on who he's shagged and who he wants to shag. There's no evil secrets he keeps in there,"

"Yeah we know. Why do you care what we do with it? We just want to borrow it for a few days, I promise to give it back to you," Astoria stated

"And if I was interested in getting back into Slytherin, how might Potter even accomplish that. No re-sorting remember,"

"He's the boy-who-lived, Dumbledore's favorite student. If there's one person who can talk Dumbledore into changing the rules, it's him, right Harry?"

"I can't promise anything but I'm supposed to see him on an update with my condition in Slytherin. I could mention that the students have been upset over the recent sorting. With me pushing for your cause, you have much more of a chance getting back into Slytherin," He stated,

"I guess it can't hurt and besides I really don't care what happens to this book, but I have two conditions. One, if this all works out, I want Blaise put back into Slytherin. Second, I want Potter to kiss Blaise, in a public place by the end of the week where I and his master can see," Pansy stated, his eyes widened. Kiss Zabini, no way.

"You have yourself a deal Pansy," Astoria said, extending her hand. His head snapped sideways, glaring at her.

"I want to here it from the golden boy himself. We have a deal Potter?" Pansy asked, the most devilish smile crawling onto her lips as she extended her hand to his.

"Why Zabini?" He asked, still uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"Why do you want Draco's precious little black book?" Pansy enquired, raising an eyebrow. "Some questions are better left unanswered. So, do we have a deal?"

"Yeah we have a deal," He said, reaching out to shake Pansy's hand. Somehow he felt like this was going to come back and haunt him in the near future.

"Good, here," Pansy said, as she reached in her bag and took out a little black book. She slid it across the table to Astoria. She then handed him a piece of parchment. "That's a list of who Draco wants to shag. I stole it the night at the party for leverage. Now I don't need it, hope it helps with whatever you two are planning. Oh and Potter, one thing. Draco knows everything, about everything. He's the master at planning games. If you're going up against him, watch your back. He's smart, make sure you're two steps ahead."
"Um, thanks Pansy," He said, getting up as Astoria stood up.

"No need to thank me, you'll lose eventually,"

He just smirked, following Astoria as they made their way out of the library.

"Blaise, Blaise,"

Blaise looked up, groaning as he noticed Pansy running toward him. He thought he made himself quite clear this morning when he didn't go to the library. He was severely hungover and didn't need to deal with the shrill that was Pansy's voice on his eardrums. Why in the name of Salazar, did he have to be sorted out of the Slytherin house? Sure he was brilliant, there was no denying that. However, he figured his smugness and cruelty would keep him in his beloved house. He missed having Draco to distract Pansy from annoying him for too long. Then he had to pair himself up with the mudblood and the blood traitor in hopes to destroy Potter and get back into his house. He didn't blame Draco for abandoning him, he would have done the same if Draco was sorted out of Slytherin. They may be best friends, but their friendship was only founded on their similar interests, and those were all Slytherin based. Now he was a Ravenclaw, stuck dealing with the socially inept sheep.

He groaned as Pansy sat across from him. There was one advantage of being in Ravenclaw, no Pansy, except somehow she seemed to find herself next to him at least once a day.

"Blaise I come with some gossip even you won't want to pass up," Pansy said, grabbing a piece of toast off his plate. "What if I told you I have found a way to get back into Slytherin, and it comes way from scarhead himself,"

"Potter himself is going to get us back into Slytherin? Right and I'm a muggle," Blaise said, snorting and shaking his head. "What did you fall for now? Don't tell me you're actually becoming a Hufflepuff,"

"Shut up Blaise!" Pansy snarled, rolling her eyes."Don't worry I was confused too. However, all they wanted was Draco's little black book, and the list,"

"The list? Really? What would Potter want with that? His name is on that list," He said, glancing over at the Slytherin table to notice that Potter wasn't present next to his precious Draco. Even Draco seemed a little irritated by that fact. "Wait you said they?"

"Yeah Astoria was there too, Merlin knows why. I don't think Draco has a clue those two have his book or list. When I quietly mentioned how messing with Draco is difficult, neither one denied the fact that they're scheming against him. He also never denied the fact that they've shagged," Pansy said, Blaise couldn't help but smirk.

"Well of course. We both know Draco's been pining over Potter since third year. He was the first on the list after all. Now that he's had his way with golden boy, you'd think he'd start tormenting him,"

"I know right? But you know better than anyone how Draco is with his new pets. He likes to keep them around and Harry is his roommate after all. It's quite convenient,"

"True but there's two issues with your statement. This isn't some clueless love struck idiot, fawning over Draco's handsomeness. This is Potter. As much as I despise that ex Gryffindor, he's not that dense. Two, this is Potter. As intrigued as Draco is with him, he won't stay with him. He hates him more than any of us. This relationship is doomed to explode eventually,"

"I guess you're right, Harry's heading to the Gryffindor table,"

He turned his head to notice that indeed Potter was making his way to the Gryffindor table, not even bothering to stop at the Slytherin table first. He watched in fascination as he stood there, speaking with the twins and the Weasley girl before taking a spot next to the ginger girl and Longbottom. They seemed to be arguing, he figured they would with everything that had happened since Potter moved to Slytherin. Of course the Gryffindor table would forgive him eventually, they didn't hold grudges unless it was for a Slytherin. Speaking of Slytherins, he turned back to look over at the Slytherin table who all seemed to be enthralled with the recent turn of events. Draco was absolutely furious, though only a keen eye could notice this.

"Why the sudden interest to get back into the Gryffindor table?" Pansy asked, the same question racked his brain."You think he's there to apologize to them over recent events? The weasel did sleep with Draco after all, I'm sure the rest of his family, like mudblood blame him,"

"No, it has to be something more. Why need Draco's shagging list? It's not like he can use it against him, those people on the list are more embarrassed about it than he is. Everyone knows Draco sleeps around. Sure the list with all the Gryffindor's and undesirables is a little embarrassing, but nothing Draco can't handle," Blaise said, watching the scene unfold in the Gryffindor table. Whatever the golden boy had said convinced the Gryffindor's to take him back. It looked like nothing changed, except two thirds of the golden trio were missing.

"We might be going about this the wrong way. We're thinking in terms of Harry still being the innocent little Gryffindor. He, out of three of us got sorted into Slytherin,"

"What are you blathering on about. Get to the point Pansy,"

He watched Potter intently, calculating the situation playing out at hand. It looked innocent enough, Potter laughing along with the other annoying Gryffindor prats. Potter seemed to be engrossed in a conversation with none other than Longbottom, Merlin knows why though. Longbottom was a blithering idiot, who only this year was even remotely noticeable since the loss of his baby weight making him less repulsive to look at anymore.

"Well if Harry qualifies in Slytherin then under that annoying hero exterior lies someone more sinister than either of us,"

"But it's Potter," He said, crinkling his nose in annoyance.

"I know Blaise I feel the same way, but how much do we really know about scar-head? Take a step back, think of him as any other Slytherin. Why would he want to know who Draco's been shagging, and why is he suddenly so keen on getting back with his old friends. Only yesterday did he choose Draco over his two best friends. Were talking the golden trio here, not just anyone," Pansy explained, motioning over to the Gryffindor table. "If you were Potter, Merlin forbid, what would be your plan?"

"There's only a few things I can think of why Potter would suddenly change his alliances. One, that was his plan all along. Get close to Draco to somehow destroy him, except I'm pretty sure Potter knows by now that Draco isn't a death eater or the smug bastard he comes off as being. Besides Draco has no secrets that would be humiliating enough to use. Second, Draco did something incredibly stupid last night, which knowing the drunk Draco, most likely. However, another flaw, Potter's seen Draco drunk before and that only made them get closer," He said, looking over at the Gryffindor table again. What in Merlin's name would Potter be doing with Astoria Greengrass, Draco's notes on his past and potential future sex partners and the Gryffindor house. "Pansy, isn't there a number of Gryffindors on that list Draco has?"

"Yes, mostly upper years but from Harry's little group, that would be the Weasley twins because he's never had sex with twins before. Girl Weasley to not only anger Potter because he was positive he had a crush on her and Weasel, just to watch him go mad when she told him. Two birds with one stone he said. Longbottom because he was sure that he was gay, that he fancied him and because outing him would cause Longbottom to lose all confidence, come crawling to Draco so he could be the one to crush him completely. He also figured because Longbottom has low self-esteem, he would do kinkier things. Oh and don't forget..."

"Wait go back to Longbottom," He said, a smile creeping on his face. That brilliant bastard. It all made sense now.

He looked over at the Gryffindor table, watching Potter laugh again at something Longbottom had said, lightly touching him on the arm. His eyes glanced over at the Slytherin table to get a good look at Draco. The jealously was just oozing off him. He had to hand it to Potter, he was pretty intelligent.

"What about Longbottom?" Pansy enquired, he knew she wasn't going to like his answer. Thank you Potter for letting me ruin Pansy's morning he thought. "Oh come on Blaise, you look like Christmas came early. Tell me, tell me, tell me,"

"What have you always said about Draco and Potter?." He asked, watching the match between Draco and Harry.

"They both should either shag themselves to death or become lovers, whichever is more convenient. Why do you... wait you don't think?" Pansy asked, her head snapping back to look at Draco. "No way, it's Draco we're talking about. Potter is not just going to lay in bed with his enemy, literally,"

"It's the only thing that makes sense. How do you court Draco Malfoy?" He said, smirking as Pansy whined. "Simple, you make Draco absolutely mad with jealousy,"

"But... but,"

"Oh stop whining, this is good for us," He said, for once happy to the fact he was in Ravenclaw and completely in the clear to watch this violent storm play out. Let the fun begin, he thought as he watched Draco sipped on his coffee, a devious look on the face of the master Slytherin.

Monday

He leaned over, not too obvious but not too subtle, just enough so his body brushed against the one next to him as he reached over to grab a piece of toast. He glanced back, watching an obvious shudder run down his victim. He smirked, snapping back in into place. He slowly lifted the piece of toast to his mouth, biting into it as a soft moan escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he did so. It wasn't usually like him to act so flirtatious but he desperate for answers. Last weekend had been awkward to say the least and there was no way of going past it without answers. Sure it left him with a perfect opportunity to ask but a more subtle approach seemed more appropriate. After all, he was a Slytherin and Slytherin's were all about manipulation, not pouring out his feelings. If he had wanted to do that he would have gone to Hufflepuff with Weasley and Parkinson.

Speaking of manipulation, he opened his eyes to connect with the ones he truly wanted on his body. He could see a questionable look on his face but underneath it all he could see the pang of jealousy he was looking for. So he did like him then? Or was he just offended he has his attention on someone other than him? With the amount of touching and obvious lustful glances he was throwing his friend next to him he was doubtful. Besides, the amount of time he spent on his hair and clothing this morning, he had a feeling it was something more.

"You feeling okay?"

He turned to look the person sitting next to him, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"Of course why wouldn't I be?" He asked, peeling his eyes away from his soon to be prize.

"I don't know, you just seem different. More Malfoy like," Neville commented, he watched as the surrounding others nodded in agreement. He had to hold back rolling his eyes. Malfoy this, Malfoy that. He wondered if they had anything better to talk about then his budding friendship with the Slytherin. He thought they'd got over it after he'd apologized yesterday. Apparently not.

"Really? I don't feel different. Maybe more confident but that's about it. You guys should really lay off Draco, he isn't as bad as he seems. He can actually be nice if he wants to be," He said, smiling at the man himself. Draco nodded at him to come over, he only shook his head no.

"Looks like the Prince is summoning you," Ginny commented, her voice edged with cruelty. He wondered how they would feel if they knew all of this was to be with Draco.

"I see that, he's having some problems with my return to Gryffindor. Unlike you, he's getting used to the idea," He said, watching as everyone's heads fell.

"It's not like that, it's just, its Malfoy," Neville said, turning to look at him. He took the opportunity to put his hand on his arm, leaning in a bit closer.

"I know Neville, I get it. He tormented me too, remember? I completely understand where you're coming from, but this is me. You have to trust that I know what I'm doing," He said, glancing over at Draco for a moment, those grey eyes glued on him. "Draco Malfoy is important to me, just like all of you. I don't expect you to forgive Malfoy like I have but I hope you'll understand that he means a lot to me and accept that,"

"If we mean so much to you, why haven't you apologized to us for Saturday? You did call Hermione a mudblood remember?"

He looked up to see Ron coming toward them, Hermione beside him. Everyone at the table looked at him, their faces mixed with shock and outrage. He sighed, letting go of Neville to face his two best friends.

"Whatever he said, don't believe him. Malfoy is poisoning his brain," Ron growled, his brothers moving so the two of them could sit across from him, obstructing his view of Draco. "You don't deserve to sit at the Gryffindor table. You did burn your Gryffindor robes, making you a full Slytherin so why don't you go back to the snakes?"

"I won't apologize for something I meant. All I ever here, over and over from you is Malfoy is corrupting me. Malfoy is evil. Malfoy is using me. If there's anything Draco has done for me is open my eyes. He's made me come to realize who my real friends are. If calling Hermione a mudblood and you a blood traitor to realize that this is all my doing, then so be it," He said, pointing at the Slytherin crest on his robes. "I got sorted into Slytherin, maybe you should take a moment to think about that. I was supposed to be in Slytherin in first year and for once I get it. I'm not some goody-goody golden boy you all see me as and I'm done pretending to be that man. I'm a little sinister, a little manipulative, a little like Malfoy. Open your eyes, and get used to it because this is who I am and if you can't accept that, then I guess we can't be friends,"

He jumped as he heard slow clapping come from behind him. He turned to see Draco, Daphne, Astoria, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott standing behind him. Draco stepped forward, placing his hands on his shoulders, looking down at his friends.

"Couldn't have said that better myself," Draco said, glancing down at him as he tilted his head back to look at him. "They giving you trouble Harry?"

"No, not at all. I was just hoping they'd finally accept us," He said, putting his hands on Dracos'."What are you doing here anyway?"
"Well unlike them, I was just making sure you were okay. We all care about you, and you will always be accepted in Slytherin," Draco said, smiling down at him. "We should be heading to class soon, unless you want to stay?"

"No, I think I'm holding on to a dying dream. You were right, they'll never accept me," He said, Draco helping him off the bench.

"What can I say, Gryffindors are stubborn, loyal freaks. You came to Slytherin, you betrayed their little house. They probably think you have the death eaters mark, just like the rest of us. I mean, you do know that we're all death eaters right?" Draco mocked, making the other Slytherins laugh behind him.

"Shut it Malfoy," Ron snarled, jumping up from his seat, glaring at the two of them. "This isn't Harry,"

"It is now," Draco said, wrapping his arm around his waist. "Come on Harry, let them figure out how they feel about you. No use talking to deaf ears,"

"I hope you'll see past my Slytherin crest and new friendships and realize that I am still Harry," He said, placing his hand on Neville's shoulder, much to Draco's silent protest. "I can't deal with this constant hatred of my house and my friends. Just know that I still consider all of you my friends,"

Draco grabbed his school bag, throwing in the books that he needed for the day. He couldn't help but look over at his roommate who was doing the same. They hadn't spoken about the events of the party on Saturday and he wasn't sure if he was happy about that or angry. He'd never gotten a response from the golden boy and he was starting to worry that it might have freaked out the ex-Gryffindor. He did end up avoiding him the rest of the weekend, spending his time with Astoria and his old Gryffindor pals. Or should he say Neville Longbottom. Even the name made his skin crawl. That chubby bastard, getting the attention he deserved from his Harry. Getting touched by his Harry. He wasn't going to stand for that, not that he needed too much more. Seemed like the Gryffindors didn't trust their boy hero. He couldn't complain, it meant he could have Harry all to himself. Convince him that he was all the raven haired man needed.

"We haven't talked about Saturday," He finally said, cutting the silence.

"I figured you wouldn't want to talk about it, you were really out of it. I'm surprised you even remember," Harry said, turning to look at him. "So did we actually shag?"

"That's what you take from that night? Yeah we did," He said, walking toward the raven haired Slytherin, pinning him to the wall. "I can refresh your memory if you want. You were wearing less layers,"

"Was I?" Harry asked, looking up at him, a devilish smile spreading on his face. "Go on,"

"Well you were on the bed, begging me to fuck you," He continued, pinning Harry's arms to the wall behind them. "I pinned you to the bed, just like this,"

"And," Harry said, his face inches from his, his breath grazing his skin. Harry's tongue ran along his lips, wetting them. His eyes followed the action, wanting very much to kiss them.

"I kissed you," He said, tilting his head to get closer to Harry, their bodies so close they could be one. "Over and over again, our bodies becoming one, just like this,"

"Then what?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes flickered with mischief.

"I made love to you until we both passed out from exhaustion, screaming out each others names," He explained, their eyes pinned to each other.

"Sounds quite enjoyable,"

"It was,"

"Sorry I forgot it," Harry said, slipping out of his grip. He walked past him, grabbing his school bag.

"We could make new memories," He said, grinning as Harry spun around, giving him an evil smile.

"We could," Harry said, walking up to him. "But we have class,"

"We skip class then," He replied, pulling Harry closer to him.

"Is that such a good idea? Sex complicates things," Harry said, his hand coming to touch his chest.

"It doesn't have to," He replied, looking deep into Harry's emerald eyes.

"Maybe for you," Harry said, leaning in to softly place his lips on his. "Let's go to class,"

With that, Harry stepped back and walked out of the room, leaving him with a raging hard on and more questions than he started with.

Harry walked along the general path toward the entrance of the castle for supper. What was he doing? He almost gave up on the plan this morning. Draco just looked so sexy, so willing. His words so seductive. He called it making love, making his heart skip a beat. He just wanted to have no doubt in his mind that Draco was his, and his alone. He'd read Draco's shagging book, there were more names in there than he had first thought. He wasn't going to be just another name.

"Hey Harry, wait up,"

He turned around to see Neville running up to catch up. That was another thing. How could he use his friend like he was. Their friendship meant a lot to him, but Astoria made it clear that Neville was the perfect candidate to incite Draco. He was a Gryffindor and on Draco's list of future shags. If there was one thing Draco hated, it was to lose to a Gryffindor. Especially one he hated so much. It's not like he was going to shag him or anything he supposed. To most onlookers, it seemed friendly enough. Neville would be clueless anyway, he always was.

"You working on your Herbology assignment?" He asked as Neville came to walk beside him.

"Yeah I want to get ahead so I can focus on Potions," Neville replied, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"You were never good with Potions, not that I can blame you. I'm bloody awful at Potions, I'm glad I have Draco as a partner to keep my grade up,"

"Yeah you're lucky, Malfoy is the best Potions' maker in Hogwarts. I'm surprised he doesn't learn with the upper years,"

"He's actually in advanced Potions too," He said, Neville turning to look at him surprised. "He wants to be a Potions master,"

"Good career choice for him," Neville replied, opening the main entrance door for him. He smiled, stepping inside. "You two really have become close friends, haven't you"

"Yeah we have. It's weird to be honest. Sometimes I wonder if its all for show but I'm beginning to just trust him. He's done a lot for me, asking for almost nothing. He's not the stuck up git he pretends to be. Sure, I wish he was more accepting of my other friends but it's not like my friends are really willing to give him a chance either," He said, only giving the half truth. It's not like he could tell Neville he was starting to fall completely and utterly in love with the silver haired prince.

"The other Slytherins nice like him too?" Neville asked as they made their way to the Great Hall.

"Yes, in their own way. Draco's been pushing for them to accept me. He has the say in Slytherin,"

"I can imagine. They all follow him, you don't appear to though. Draco seems to keep you on equal footing," Neville said, making him stop for a moment in surprise. He'd never thought about it like that but he had a point. Draco let him do his own thing most times. He got away with a lot more than the other Slytherins. He also got to spend the most time with him.

"Really, you think?" He asked.

"Yeah I mean this morning he didn't insult any of us. I think that might be the first," Neville commented, a small laugh escaping the Gryffindor.

"Yeah I guess that's true," He said, opening the Great Hall doors for Neville. Neville smiled at him, walking past him before stopping and turning toward him.

"I can't speak for our friends but I want you to know that I'm okay with you being friends with Malfoy. I don't expect all of us to spend time together but I still want to be your friend. Malfoy seems to make you happy and you seem to make him a better person, so who am I to stand in the way of that," Neville said, he could only smile at the Gryffindor. Who knew it would be Neville out of all his friends who would be most accepting of his friendship with Draco?

"Thanks Neville that means a lot, " He said, hugging the Gryffindor tightly. Neville returned the hug, watching as most of the Great Hall were staring at them. Draco looked at him, an almost hurt expression flashed on his features. "You're a great friend,"

"Well hopefully all our other friends will realize what a great friend you are too," Neville replied, waving as he walked to the Gryffindor table, he turned making his way to the Slytherin table. Yeah, hopefully he thought as he took his seat next to Draco, he wasn't about to give up on his relationship with the Slytherin.

Tuesday

He was at his wits end. Finally though he got to spend time in the class that made the most sense to him. Potions class. He loved Potion class. Why? Because he was good at it. No he was amazing at it. One of the few classes he excelled at better than Granger. Also, it was the only class he got to watch Longbottom get severely humiliated by his godfather. And today he was in such luck, they had Potions with the Gryffindors. Oh the sights. He was so terrible at potions, it was amusing and without Granger or his Harry to at least salvage his work. This was going to be one of the best classes yet. He'd seen his godfather and with the fowl mood he was in, it just made this situation better. And if perhaps Longbottom somehow managed to not screw up, he'd find a way to see it happen anyhow. He was, after all, very skilled at Potions.

The only thing that mattered to him was making that annoying, fat faced blood traitor pay. How dare he even think about looking at Harry the way he was. Harry was his. Sure, maybe they weren't together but it was going to happen if he had any say in it. If Longbottom had to spend a lengthly time with Madame Pomfrey in the Infirmary to ensure his success, he'd do it. There was no way he was going to lose to that blitthering idiot. Not that Harry would ever choose that thing over him. He was, after all, Draco Malfoy, sex god, Slytherin prince and the hottest guy in Hogwarts. There was no comparison and he needed to for Harry to see that. He needed Harry to realize he could give him everything, he didn't need those Gryffindor prats, especially Longbottom. If he could separate the golden trio, he was sure he could do it with his eyes closed.

"You okay Dray?"

He smiled, turning his attention to his gorgeous roommate. He almost forgot he was next to him. Maybe he could just snog him here, claim him for every Gryffindor to see. Of course, if Harry didn't like him back then that could ruin everything for him. He didn't want to lose Harry now that he had him.

"Yes, quite actually. You know how I love Potions," He answered sighing as he watched Harry smile. Oh how he loved his smile, his eyes, his voice, his everything. Jeez, he thought shaking his head, he was starting to sound like some love struck Hufflepuff.

"I'm glad, I thought you were mad that I've been spending time with Neville," Harry said, he could only flash his best smile. Mad wasn't a good word to describe how he felt, enraged, maybe. Wanting to kill every Gryffindor, better. Wanting to torture Longbottom till he ended up in St Mungo's, hell yes.

"No, he's your friend. Why you would want to spend time with him, I don't understand"

"He's a good friend, don't worry I still love you," Harry replied, only making his heart flutter. Get it together Draco, he is only one guy.

"Hey Harry can I seat with you?"

He snarled, glaring at Longbottom who decided that today was the day to get under his skin. Maybe he could kill him without anyone looking.

"No," "Yes"

He looked over at Harry who answered at the same time, the entire room staring at them now. He crossed his arms, giving Longbottom his best sneer only to watch to his dismay as the fat bastard sat next to his Harry, at their table. When did Longbottom become fearless? No Gryffindor sat with Slytherins. Why was this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this? Did all the idiot Gryffindors think he suddenly became soft? Something had to be done about this before Harry decided that they were more important than him. He would not share Harry and there was no way he was lowering himself and becoming friends with them.

"Hey Dray are you listening?" Harry asked, snapping from his rant. He looked over to see Harry and Longbottom looking at him. "Can Neville work with us?"

"No and if he would leave and go sit with his own kind I would consider not jinxing him," He stated, watching Longbottom pale. Good, now the cry baby was back to being the cowardice nothing he was used to.

"Oh you are so funny Dray," Harry finally said, a laugh escaping the raven-haired Slytherin. His jaw fell open, was he serious? What was happening? "Don't worry Neville he won't jinx you. He's just not used to spending time with you,"

"No and I would prefer not to either. If you want to spend time with him, Merlin knows why though then fine but not me. This is Potions we are talking about. Longbottom has no brains to begin with, pair that with difficulty of brewing and we have a serious problem. He will no doubt somehow ruin our Potion and I WILL NOT take a failure. Go ruin someone elses Potion you brainless twat," He snarled.

"Please Dray if there's anyone who could help him pass this class it's you," Harry said, leaning over to press himself onto him. He wimpered, unable to have any clean thoughts. "Do it for me... please,"

He looked into Harry's emerald eyes, unable to say anything. Maybe once he would let Longbottom work with him, or at least until he found a way for Harry to unfriend all the Gryffindors.

"Fine, I guess, but there are rules," He stated, watching as Harry's face lit up. "One, you do not touch anything unless I say so. You will ruin it and I will not fail. Second, you won't speak to me unless I initiate the conversation. Third, you will do as I say, never questioning me because I know what I am doing, unlike you. Got it?"

"Yes, thanks Malfoy," Longbottom said, he rolled his eyes.

"Thank Harry, not me. I'd rather work with your toad. Now both of you, go get the ingredients before I change my mind" He instructed, watching as Harry and Neville got up and went to the cupboard.

He needed to do something about this budding friendship Harry and Neville seemed to have. There was no way this was continuing if he had any say in it.

"Nott," He snarled, turning to face the table behind them. "After class, get Daphne I need to talk to you two,"

"Why?" Theodore asked, looking up from his potions textbook.

"Because we are going to war with Gryffindor,"

Draco walked alongside Miles Bletchley and the other Slytherin Quidditch team members, except Harry. Right after their practice, Harry went off with Astoria to do Merlin knows what. He didn't understand that friendship either. When did Astoria ever associate with any of her sisters friends? He was glad that it was her instead of Granger or some other annoying Gryffindor twat. He was especially glad it wasn't Longbottom, he was on the verge of killing that blood traitor. No worries though, he was going to break that friendship, by breaking the Gryffindors.

Speaking of Gryffindors he thought as he noticed the Gryffindor Quidditch team making their way to the pitch. No Harry to watch him be cruel, and he had the entire Slytherin Quidditch team to back him. This day just couldn't get any better he thought as he took out his wand.

"No mercy boys," He commanded, the others nodding as they all took out their wands.

He watched in awe as the curses and hexes came out in a flurry, striking the unexpected Gryffindors. Most of them went down, some in pain, others with weird facial deformities, some completely paralized to be hit with another set of jinxes.

"What the fuck Malfoy?" screamed one of the Weasley twins.

"We did nothing to you," The other replied, his red hair going a dark green color. He simply raised his wand, muttering a spell and watching the twin fall to the ground, shreaking in agony.

"No you didn't," He said, nodding to the others to stop, gathering the Gryffindor's wands, one by one.

"Then what the hell Malfoy? You going mad?" Weaslette snarled, he couldn't help but snicker as he noticed the large amount of blemishes adorning her face, her eyebrows as think as catipillars.

"No, this is just our way of wishing you luck on your match," He said, waving his wand over each Gryffindor broom carefully. "I wouldn't use those for awhile if I were you,"

"Harry won't forgive you for this," Weaslette snarled.

"Draco doesn't care what Harry thinks of him. Besides, he's one of us now slut, get used to it," Miles spat, handing him all of their wands. "Besides, last time I checked, Harry cares more about Draco than any of you,"

"Harry has to realize you all aren't untouchable forever. We face you this weekend, hazing is just part of it. Can't let all of you forget how ruthless we are," He said, turning and walking away, the team following behind he felt like it was a good enough distance did he drop their wands. "Good luck in our match,"

Harry walked into the Slytherin common room, slumping into the nearest black leather couch. He just came back from his meeting with Dumbledore, setting the framework to get Parkinson and Zabini back into Slytherin. Hell, maybe him back into Gryffindor. He'd been cornered after his meeting by Ron and Hermione to tell him the entire Gryffindor team had been attacked by Draco and the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, excluding him. How was he ever to get them to forgive him when Draco attacked his friends. At least this time they didn't blame him for it. Only told him Draco was a complete ass and he had to stop trusting him. Maybe they were right. Maybe Draco was no good for him.

It's not like he should be surprised. This was Draco after all. He was bound to do something like this eventually. Why now though?

"Harry there you are!"

He looked up, smiling as he saw Astoria come and sit next to him. She was the one to thank for his little experiment into courting Draco. Maybe this was a sign that they weren't meant to be.

"Why the long face?" Astoria asked "Did you hear about the little attack on the Gryffindor team?"

"Little attack? Three of them are in the infirmary," He said, sighing as he looked at the Slytherin staircase, wondering if Draco was up in their room. "Why would he attack them? He knows how much I want them to accept him,"

"You should know Draco doesn't care what they think of him. He only cares what you think of him,"

"Well he has funny way of showing it. This doesn't add any points to the Draco being my boyfriend meter,"

"Harry you have to realize this isn't any boy. This is Draco, this is who he is. He isn't going to change overnight. You should be happy it wasn't Longbottom, it might be a lot worse," Astoria commented, she made a valid point. "You knew this going in Harry. Our plan was to make Draco go mad for you, and that's exactly what is happening. People are going to get hurt. At least it wasn't too bad and besides Draco does have to haze them eventually. You guys have a match in a few days,"

"I know, I know. I guess I never really thought too much about it. I mean yesterday he didn't even insult any of the Gryffindors, he was actually quite civil, I thought maybe I'd changed him,"

"You have Harry, you have a choice to make now. You can't accept only one part of him, you have to accept all of him." Astoria said, patting him on the knee. He watched as she stood up and left, leaving him alone in the common room. He supposed he should go to bed, maybe Draco was already out doing his prefect rounds.

"I thought I heard your voice. Where have you been?"

He looked up and groaned. He really didn't want to deal with Draco at the moment.

"I had a meeting with Dumbledore then ran into Ron and Hermione on the way back. They were informing of a certain attack on the Gryffindor Quidditch team," He stated, watching Draco pale slightly.

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you first," Draco said, coming to seat on the other side of the couch.

"Why Draco? Why after everything? You know I'm trying to get them to accept you,"

"Harry you should know I will never care what they think of me because they will never like me," Draco said, running a hand through his ungelled hair. "I know you want some type of truce between all of us but it will never happen. They'll never understand us, our dark side, our Slytherin side. I've been trying to be nice to them, but you have to remember too that hazing is all part of the Quidditch tradition, even Gryffindor does it."

"I know, I know, Astoria was reminding me of that. I guess that's all I can ask from you," He said, moving closer to the Slytherin. Draco just smiled at him, running his hand through his hair softly. He smiled back, resting his head on Draco's shoulder as the Slytherin continued to run his manicured nails through his raven strands. "I forget sometimes how much I expect from you,"

"It's okay, I forget too how much you must be going through. I know its not easy convincing people to trust a son of a convicted death eater. Sometimes I wonder why you even bother with me,"

Harry tilted his head upward to look into those beautifully sad, silver eyes of his crush. Oh how much he could say. If only people could see this side of the Slytherin. This was Draco Malfoy. Not the man who attacked the Gryffindor team.

"I bother with you because at the end of the day I know who Draco Malfoy really is, and he's amazing," He stated, breathing in Draco's intoxicating scent. He'd never been this close to the Slytherin- never seen Draco be this endearing.

"Thanks," Draco said, kissing the top of his head as continued to play with his hair. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you,"

"I can't expect you to tell me all your sinister plans. Next time, at least tell me beforehand what you're planning on doing. If it's not the Gryffindors I might just join you," He said, watching as Draco looked down at him, a devilish smirk spreading over his beautiful features. "After all, I am a Slytherin now and it's what we do,"

"Of course, I would love to have you by my side, watching you duel others. With the two of us and our skill level, we would be unstoppable," Draco said, grinning down at him.

"That I can agree with. We make quite the pair,"

"We really do, don't we?" Draco stated, he only nodded, enjoying sitting here with his Draco. He wondered if it will always be like this, because at this very moment, he could stay forever in Draco's arms.

Wednesday

Neville sat next to Seamus and Dean in the Gryffindor common room, wondering what in Merlin's name was going on. Hermione and Ron were there, alongside most of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. The Slytherin team did a real number on their team, a few of them still in the infirmary.

"What's going on?" He asked, Seamus who only shrugged, nodding toward Ron and Hermione. "What are you two doing here?"

"Were here to talk about our growing problem. Something has to be done about Malfoy. He's out of control," Ron snarled, he could only help but roll his eyes. He was starting to sympathize with Harry, they never stopped talked about the Slytherin.

"He attacked us yesterday, without a word. We didn't have time to defend ourselves. Malfoy I'm pretty sure used some dark curse on Fred, he's lying in the infirmary, his whole body hurts. He hexed our brooms, Professor McGonagall had to unhex them for us. I don't know what Harry sees in him, but he's not changed. Still the arrogant ass he's always been," Ginny pipped up, everyone nodding in agreement.

"What'd you expect? This is Malfoy we're talking about," Seamus added. "We should corner him and give him the hexing he rightfully deserves, screw Harry,"

"After what he did to my brother, he deserves to lying in the infirmary permanently. It'll make him think twice about messing with us and Harry," George pipped up, nods circulating the room.

"Do you even here yourselves? This is exactly what Harry was talking about. You all think Malfoy is being exceptionally cruel when he's just being Malfoy. When has he ever been nice to any of us? You want to hurt Malfoy, then go for it but you'll just be pushing Harry closer into Malfoy's awaiting arms," He said, everyone looking at him, completely shocked. He wasn't surprised, he didn't like speaking up much. "Unlike you, I actually asked Harry how he felt about Malfoy, about Slytherin. He cares about Slytherin, about his new friends, about Malfoy. He honestly likes Malfoy and I think Malfoy cares about him, he let me join their Potion's group. I've seen those two together and they actually make sense. I think we have to accept that Draco Malfoy is Harry's friend. If we do that, Malfoy might just stop attacking all of us. You have to wonder if Malfoy attacked all of you because you hurt Harry,"

"Riiiight I think you've been spending too much time with Harry, he's brainwashing you with Malfoy's nonsense," Ron stated, huffing.

"He's your best friend Ron, how can you just sit there and talk about him like that?" He asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Because Harry's always been obsessed with the little ferret and Malfoy's been capitalizing on that. You should know we can't trust the git," Ron replied, he could only roll his eyes.

"I may not trust Malfoy, but I trust Harry's opinion of him. Who are we to judge Malfoy? We don't know him like Harry does. Besides if Malfoy is using Harry, we should be there for him if it all goes wrong. He's our friend, he's one of my best friends. He's always been there for us, we should do the same thing for him" He said, getting up. He couldn't deal with this anymore. Harry deserved to have his friends be there for him. Even it was Malfoy.

"I think Neville has a point," Hermione spoke up, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Harry's always had our backs,"

"So what we just let Malfoy win?" Ron asked.

"No, but we accept that Harry's a Slytherin and Malfoy's friend. We be there for Harry. If it all falls apart then we pick up the pieces and we attack Malfoy with all we've got," He stated, the room nodded in agreement. He smiled, he hoped for Harry's sake that Malfoy really did care about him. He deserved to be happy.

Harry walked into the Great Hall, nodding as Astoria made her way to the Slytherin table. He smiled over at Draco before walking toward the Ravenclaw table. Things were going well, he felt like him and Draco had reached a new level of trust last night. He could almost just quit the plan, he felt as though Draco was practically his. He knew his feelings were genuine, he was in love with Draco Malfoy. Thing was, he was having a little too much fun teasing Draco, besides this had to be a 100 percent sort of thing and he was still a little upset over the hexing of his friends.

He stopped as he stood next to Zabini, Parkinson sitting across from him. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table, noticing Hermione and Ron were sitting with all their old friends. They looked over at him, giving him curious looks.

"Here's your book back thanks," He said, making sure Draco didn't see the book as he handed it to Pansy. "It was a great help,"

"How's your end of the bargain going?" Pansy enquired, sipping on what appeared to be coffee. Did all Slytherins drink coffee?

"Good, spoke to Dumbledore last night. Apparently you aren't the only ones complaining about the housing situation. He's looking into it. If I hear anything more, I'll let you know," He said. "From what I gather, you have a good chance in getting back in Slytherin,"

"Good to hear," Pansy said "Thanks Potter,"

"No problem Parkinson,"

"So how is courting Draco Malfoy working out for you Potter?" Blaise asked, making him freeze in utter shock. He looked down to see Zabini smirking up at him. He should have guessed they'd figure it out.

"Good I suppose. Never know with Draco how he really feels. We were enemies once upon a time, " He commented, shrugging.

"So you really like Draco?" Pansy asked, an almost hurt expression crossed her face. Draco was right. Pansy did have a thing for him.

"Yeah I really do. Trust me, I'm more surprised than any of you,"

"We were never surprised, you and Draco have always had something between the two of you, glad both of you are finally admitting to it. It's been almost painful watching the two of you go at it," Blaise commented, he could only roll his eyes at Blaise's arrogance. Glad to see Zabini hadn't changed since being sorted out of Slytherin. "You might want to go to your master, he's giving me the evil eye and I don't need him hexing me because he thinks I have any interest in you, and vice versa."

"That's too bad Zabini," He said, Zabini giving him a weird look. He smirked at Pansy who grinned at him, moving out of his way so Draco had the perfect view of the two of them. "I made a promise to Pansy,"

Zabini glanced at Pansy, then back at him, a horrified look on his face. He could only chuckle as he grabbed the ex Slytherin and captured their lips together in a rough kiss. He pressed his hand against the back of Zabini's, bitting his lip. He felt Zabini gasp, giving him full entrance. Their tongues intertwined, Zabini giving into him. He could only hear shock radiating the Great Hall, Pansy giggling girlishly across from him. Zabini pulled them closer, his hand on his face. Finally they pulled apart, gasping for air.

"Wow," Zabini finally said, he could only chuckle. "Not bad Potter, I see what the fuss is all about,"

"Glad I'm pleasing but the only satisfaction I'm looking for is Pansy. It was part of the deal," He said, turning to Pansy who was only nodding and giggling evilly. "I'm guessing that's a yes, though I have no idea why she wanted me to kiss you but whatever. Oh by the way, you might want to find a safe place to hide for awhile. Draco looks like he's about to murder you,"

He watched as Zabini turned to face Draco's direction, his face going three shades lighter. Draco at this present moment was giving Zabini his most evil sneer, his eyes almost black with rage. He patted Zabini on the shoulder comfortingly.

"I hate you Potter," Zabini mumbled, giving him a soft glare.

"I hate you too Zabini," He said, chuckling as he walked away toward the exit of the Great Hall before Draco came looking for him.

Draco outwardly seethed, making Daphne jump next to him. He couldn't care less. How dare Zabini kiss his Harry! He was dead, more than dead. He was going to make Zabini suffer. He knew the darker skinned boy was angry at him for completely shunning him out from Slytherin but really? Kissing Harry to get him back, he crossed a very thin line. Blaise knew Harry was his, he'd always been his to claim. Not that he hadn't already, but he wasn't sharing him.

He watched as the golden trio and Neville make their way toward Harry, Neville reaching out and touching Harry's shoulder. So apparently his little attack on the Gryffindor team didn't resonate through them to leave Harry alone. Guess this called for more severe was done getting back at people. This time he was going to make people realize who Harry really belonged to. Harry was done having his fun flaunting himself all over Hogwarts. He was done with this limbo him and Harry had been doing since the night he told him he liked him. If Harry didn't want to tell him he liked him, then he was for sure going to make everyone else around the golden boy know his true feelings for the raven haired saviour.

Neville hurried along toward the Gryffindor common room, he hated being in the corridors after curfew. He shouldn't have spent all that time with Harry in the greenhouses. Herbology was his one weakness though. What was with Harry anyway? He couldn't wrap his head around Harry's current behavior. He knew Harry was happy that all their friends were back together and finally accepting his current status in Slytherin and his friend Malfoy. He just seemed, more physical of recent. Maybe that was just the way in Slytherin.

He stopped abruptly as he was pushed up against the stone, cold wall as his arms were raised above him as invisible chains wrapped around them. He frantically squirmed, but to avail. He was stuck. He groaned, looking about to see a flash of green and silver and he knew he was in big trouble.

"Look what we have here. Someone's out past curfew,"

That famous drawl made him shiver. He should have known it would be Malfoy out of all people to find him out past curfew. Why did it have to be Malfoy? He was in a terrible mood since Harry started talking to them again. Malfoy was hard to deal with on a good day and with him being in an outright rage, things weren't looking good for him without Harry.

"I could say the same for you Malfoy,"

He watched as Malfoy stepped out of the darkness, the moonlight cascading onto him, illuminating some of his best features. He shivered as he saw that famous dangerous sneer danced on his pale lips.

"I'm a prefect moron," Malfoy stated, his chuckle echoing in the long corridor.

"Aren't you supposed to be monitoring the Slytherin corridors then?" He snarled back, trying to prove he wasn't afraid of Malfoy. By the way his smirk seemed to widen, he was failing miserably.

"This is Slytherin territory Longbottom, someone losing their mind? Like mother like son I suppose,"

"SHUT UP MALFOY!LET ME GO!"

"Oh did I hit a nerve I'm sorry," Malfoy replied, stepping closer to him. "I've just been on edge recently, you understand,"

"Why? Because Harry is choosing us again over you. Must hurt losing your only friend," He retorted, only making Malfoy chuckle.

"Clever Longbottom, where are you getting this sudden rush of courage? Think because Harry is your supposed friend that suddenly you can talk to me like he does. Think he'll protect you from me- he won't" Malfoy stated, coming closer to a point where they were now face to face, their noses touching.

He couldn't help but notice how the moonlight highlighted the gits chisseled features. His ungelled silver hair fell into his equally silver eyes as he pressed his arms on to the wall behind him. His pink lips parted as he leaned over to whisper in his ear with his annoying yet very seductive tone;

"Does it frighten you that he and I are such good friends? That he likes me better,"

He then looked at him, his silver eyes filled with such cruel joy that he shivered, only able to shake his head no. Malfoy smiled at him then, running his hand lazily down his chest.

"Really? I think it does. I think it bothers you that Harry trusts me with so much when my father and mother are both death eaters. That the same person who tortured your parents is my aunt. That my family, in all its forms is the reason for so many deaths and despair,"

"Harry says you aren't like them, if he believes that then... so do I,"

"Really? And why is that?" Draco whispered, his fingers moving to comb through his hair, a questionable look on his face.

He was at the complete mercy of Draco Malfoy and all he could think about was how nice it felt as Malfoy continued weaving his hand through his hair, his fingers gliding through the strands. He'd never seen the man be so gentle and yet his affection seemed purely malicious. Maybe there really was something more to Malfoy than meets the eye. The only thing was, he couldn't' understand his intentions, why did he want him?

"Because Harry sees the good in people," He whispered, never losing eye contact with the taller Slytherin. He was taken aback when he saw the most genuine smile flash across the man's face.

"He likes to think he does," Malfoy replied, his smile disappearing as his body connected with his, making him gasp, unable to form any real thoughts. Draco's one leg brushed against his lower half, making him very thankful he was wearing robes. His grey eyes glimmered as they appeared to look deep inside him. "So do you like him then?"

"W..hat?"He gasped, as Malfoy rub this thigh against his crotch, making it difficult to speak any real words.

"Do you like him Longbottom? Want him to touch you," Malfoy stated, his hands suddenly disappearing into his robes. He gasped as he felt his cold fingers graze his hot flesh. "Want him to kiss you, to shag you,"

He watched as the silver haired god leaned in even further, leaving hot, wet kisses along his neck. His robes were ripped open, his dress shirt in tatters as buttons went flying. He felt Malfoy's clothed chest press against his as he assaulted him in the most pleasing way. He shouldn't want this, this was Malfoy after all, king of the gits. He was cruel, evil and only cared for himself. But, he gasped his falling back against the stone, Malfoy was also good at everything to do with sex. Or at least that's what he had heard anyway, and the Slytherin prince wasn't disappointing.

He watched in astonishment as Malfoy ran his hands along his naked chest, his tongue following upward. His eyes never left his as he touched him, his fingers going a little to close to his nether regions. They stopped at his belt buckle as Malfoy detached his mouth from his skin, his head tilted, his eyes burrowing a hole through him.

"So...? I can't continue if don't tell me, unless you don't want me to" Malfoy asked, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. His hand cupped his very obvious hard on. " But that bulge in your trousers tells me otherwise,"

"No...I um don't like Harry that way," He stuttered, gasping as the Slytherin rubbed him through his clothes, not wanting Malfoy to stop. "He's just a friend,"

"Good,good," Malfoy stated, his smile spreading. His eyes fluttered closed as he watched Malfoy move in closer, their lips almost touching. He shouldn't want this, but Draco was sexy and really skilled with his fingers. There was just something about him that made him want the Slytherin. He wanted to see Malfoy like Harry saw him. He could feel Malfoy's breath on his lips, their bodies almost one. "Harry is mine,"

His eyes snapped open as Malfoy sneered at him, his body detaching from his. The most maniacal laugh erupting from the blond, making him shiver. He should have known this was too good to be true. He watched, stunned as he walked away, like nothing had happened. He then turned, his eyes bright in the moonlight.

"Watch yourself Longbottom," Malfoy snarled, his invisible bonds breaking as he fell to the floor. When he looked up again, the Slytherin was gone. What the hell was happening?

Sorry to leave on a cliffhanger, I seem to really enjoy doing that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I hope it isn't too confusing, I know it jumps P.O.V's a lot which can be annoying. I really just love writing Draco jealous and possessive, I also love writing as Blaise for some reason. Next chapter will be more Drarry orientated, will they finally get together?

Anyway, please tell me what you think, much appreciated. Review, follow, favorite, a pm, whatever floats your boat. Thank you again for reading, hopefully they'll be an update next Saturday, I'm going to attempt weekly updates.

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