Author's Note- Hey, first I want to thank everyone who reviewed, followed, favorited. Also those phantom readers out there. Thank you sooo much for the support, it really means a lot. This story is a lot of fun to write, even though I constantly have writers block.

Anyway I realized that my last few chapters have been missing that Harry evil thing I was trying to achieve in this story to begin with so I decided what the hell? So expect a darker Harry.

Chapter 10- Courting Draco Malfoy part II

Thursday

Blaise took a seat in the front of the potions' classroom, looking around to notice that Draco and Harry hadn't arrived yet. He let go of the breath that he didn't know he was holding as he pulled out his textbook, trying to look as invisible as possible. He wasn't used to being ostracized, especially from not only his house but his best friend. Not that Draco would listen to reason, he was pinning over Potter as per usual. Though since their heated kiss in the Great Hall, he could fathom why the Slytherin Prince was so determined. Potter had some ability in the sex department and helped he was actually quite attractive for being an annoying prat.

"Good morning class,"

He looked up to see Professor Snape storm into the classroom, closing the shutters as he went by, his robes billowing behind him like usual. He sharply turned, giving them all a once over before turning back to write on the board. "Alright class we will continue on with our draught lesson. Today you will be making a sleeping draught. Pair up and..."

A loud crash sounded and the doors burst open, making him wipe his head around to see Draco and Potter stumble into the classroom, both laughing at something. It took a few moments for the two of them to come out of their own world. As they straightened up, Draco's face returning to its usual cold, callous expression. Potter though. still had his usual irritating dumbstruck smile as he glanced over at his love. He rolled his eyes, Potter was just being painfully obvious, and Draco seemed too dense to notice. Go shag already.

"I'm glad you two decided to grace us with your presence, This is becoming a habit for the two of you, showing up late to class." Snape drawled, making Potter lose his smile completely. "For your insolence, you both can work with different people today. Potter, you first,"

He watched as Potter looked around the room, both Daphne and Granger nodded at him to sit with them. However those emerald eyes landed on him. He groaned as Potter winked at him, the most mischievous smile spreading on his tanned mug.

"I choose Blaise,"

He glared at the golden boy, shaking his head at the twat, only making that creepy smile widen. It gave him shivers how quickly the boy hero went from Saint Potter to Draco's twin. That boy certainly had a dark side he wasn't truly aware of.

"No sexual behavior Potter, I'm warning you. We don't need to see another little display of affection you like to advertise in this classroom and in the Great Hall," Snape commented, making some of the girls giggle.

"I can't guarantee anything, Blaise is just..." Potter drawled, coming way too close for comfort as he leered behind him. His face inches from his as he looked over at Snape. "Delectable,"

He could only whimper as all the girls in the classroom giggled girlishly, straining his eardrums. The Slytherins were howling, Draco was just giving him the evil eye. He was dead.

"Go away Potter, work with your mudblood friend or Greengrass," He hissed, glaring at the smirking Slytherin.

"That's not very nice Zabini, someone get their panties in a twist?" Potter teased, taking the seat next him.

"Seriously, bugger off. I don't need Malfoy coming after me," He snarled, flinching as Potter ran his hand down his cheek.

"That's already done, we snogged remember? I'm sure Draco is coming up with some diabolical plan to hurt you. Honestly, I probably saved you from him poisoning your potion. You could be more grateful,"

He wasn't serious? Did Draco and Potter switch personalities? He watched in slight curiosity as the boy wonder got up and went off to the Potions' ingredient cabinet. No Malfoy trademark swagger so they hadn't switched bodies. Did Draco finally brainwash Potter completely?

"Blaise," He shivered as that famous drawl echoed inside his ears. "You touch him, snog him, or even think of shagging him- believe me if you think your life is hell now, just wait until I get through with you. You have claim over a certain Gryffindor, it would be a real... shame if I got to him first?"

He twisted his head back to glare at the silver-haired Slytherin who just smirked down at him. He was getting sick of being used and threatened. When did he ever back down from a challenge? He was still a Slytherin even if he was sorted into Ravenclaw and he was going to prove that to Draco.

He grabbed an unsuspecting Potter, capturing their lips together in a quick lip lock before glancing back at Draco, a satisfying smile appearing on his lips. Draco just narrowed his eyes at him as he walked past their table. Bring it Draco. Two can play at this game.

"Mr. Zabini I didn't think I would have to tell you too that there is no sexual conduct in my classroom. Twenty points from Ravenclaw. Don't make me give you a detention as well," Snape called out from his desk, giving him a disapproving look. He only shook his head, he couldn't care less. It was worth it.

"What was that?" Potter asked, passing him the ingredients as he sat down.

"A challenge," He replied, glancing over at the golden boy. "I thought you would be happy. You want to make Draco jealous right?"

"What happened to leave me alone Potter. I don't want to upset my dearest friend," Potter mocked, moving closer to him. He took the threat, putting his hand on Potter's thigh.

"What happened to Saint Potter? You're beginning to turn into Draco," He watched Potter lean in further, pushing his hand further up his thigh. He was beginning to respect this new Potter.

"I'm taking a new one thing that's stopping me from claiming Dray is his dominant Slytherin side. So I figure, being a Slytherin now, what's stopping me from exploring my dark side? I want him, and I feel as though to accept it, I need to understand it," Potter explained, watching as his mouth opened, a silent moan escaped the raven-haired man as he rubbed playfully along his inner thigh. "I have to say, being bad is kind of fun,"

"Always is," He replied, gasping as Potter put his hand on his thigh, an evil glint in his emerald eyes. "You know everyone is staring at us right?"

He watched as Harry quickly scanned the room, almost all eyes were on the two of them. Daphne was red, her eyes almost black with jealousy. Granger looked almost more pale, her mouth slightly open from what he assumed was shock at her friends recent behaviour. Nott seemed pleased and Draco. Draco looked as though someone made him swallow something rather unpleasant, his face turned up in disgust. Past that though- those silver eyes were filled with unreleased rage.

He turned to look at Potter who seemed utterly unfazed by the attention.

"Let them stare," Potter finally said, moving to come inches from his ear. "Unless you're uncomfortable?"

Potter looked at him then, he could see the unwritten challenge in his eyes. He only smirked, closing the distance between the two of them. The kiss was soft, but demanding as the Slytherin wrapped his other hand around his neck- pulling them closer. Potter moaned as he continued to rub his inner thigh, granting him full access as he explored the familiar territory. Potter pulled at his short hair, his other hand getting very dangerously close to his growing erection as the kiss became heated.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Zabini what did I just say? MY CLASSROOM IS NOT FOR SNOGGING! Detention tonight, both of you," Snape called out, as Potter bit his lip playfully- their tongues touching. He gasped, finally pulling apart, watching as Potter heaved in, filling up his lungs. Totally worth it.

Harry walked past Hagrid's cabin, waving goodbye to Hagrid as he finished Care of Magical Creatures. It was the only class he didn't have with Draco- he had Advanced Potions. Draco absolutely hated the class, and he actually liked having time to think about the days events. Snogging Blaise, getting a detention with Snape. What was becoming of him? He had to admit though, he was enjoying himself. Draco practically didn't leave his side for the rest of the day, he even participated in a conversation he had with Dean and Seamus. He didn't once insult them, thinking back he might have even laughed at something Dean said.

The one thing he couldn't wrap his head around was Blaise Zabini. He went from wanting nothing to do with him to helping with his mission to get Draco. The only thing he knew was that Draco had said something to him, making him snap. He wasn't complaining, the whole using Neville thing wasn't really panning out. Besides he was feeling a little guilty about it. Anyway, some reason Blaise just made Draco's blood boil and having Zabini participate made it much better.

"Hey Potter,"

He looked up, surprised to see Zabini himself waiting on the main path for him. He smiled, jogging to catch up to the Ravenclaw."Hey Zabini, what are you doing here?"

"Thought we could walk together back to the castle. Just finished Herbology with the Gryffindors. Besides this is the only class you don't have with Draco right? We can talk freely," said Blaise, walking next him as they made their way to the main doors.

"You backing out already Zabini?" He commented, making the ex-Slytherin snort beside him.

"You're honestly going to ask that after our little display in Potions class?"

"Of course, I am Potter and you are Zabini, traditionally we don't get along. So let me guess, you want something. You are an ex-Slytherin so deep down you aren't doing this for free," He asked, making Zabini laugh softly.

"You aren't as dense as you appear Potter. I do want something from you maybe perhaps the near future. It all depends on how seriously jealous Draco is. See we used to make this claim on people we wanted to shag so the other one knew they were off limits. You were on his list. He's threatened to go after someone on my list, someone I sort of have real feelings for," Blaise explained, peaking his curiosity.

"Who?"

"All I'll tell you is it's a Gryffindor, as you can understand my participation in your little scheme," Blaise said, he wondered who in Gryffindor he could like. Must be one of his friends.

"Don't worry, Draco doesn't have enough charm and good looks in the world to seduce any Gryffindor after his stunt with their Quidditch team. I'm pretty sure if he wasn't my friend, he'd be laying in the infirmary," He said, spotting Neville walking a little ahead of them. "Neville. Hey, Neville,"

Neville turned slowly, paling at the sight of him. He gave him a half wave before running up the path to the Great Hall doors. That was odd.

"Looks like Draco did a real number on Longbottom," Blaise commented, making him groan. "You know that's the one thing that's been bothering me from the very beginning. You're Harry Potter, I would have never guessed there would be a day where you'd use one of your own friends. Especially pushing them into a hurricane that is Draco Malfoy's rage,"

"Draco makes me do things I wouldn't normally do. I want him, if I could understand why I would tell you. He just makes my heart beat faster, makes my head pound. I want him to want just me, and I need to know for sure our relationship isn't all a lie. I did some horrible things to him, and Draco isn't one to just forgive and forget. I guess I want him to want me like I want him," He explained, opening the Great Hall doors for Blaise. He stopped as people stared at them, girls swooning over the two of the them.

"Ah..."

"That's what I came to talk to you about. Apparently the whole school heard about our little make out session in Potions," Blaise said, he could already hear the whispers flooding the hallway. "I was going to ask if you still wanted to go ahead."

He could feel the growing smirk spread on his face as he pulled Blaise to him, their faces inches apart. He placed both his hands on each side of his face and closed the distance between the two of them. The shrills of all the girls in the hallway was aggravating on his eardrums but he continued to kiss Blaise heatedly.

"Like I said I would do anything to have Draco," He whispered, winking at the Ravenclaw who only smirked back at him.

"And you want him to admit he loves you,"

"Yes, I do," He replied, "And I want to know for sure in my heart that there is no doubt that I love him too. I have to be able to love him for everything that he is. He deserves that much,"

"Well I hope he doesn't break your heart, Draco doesn't really know how to love. He might do something horrible," said Blaise as they walked into the Great Hall, most of the occupants stared at them expectingly.

"If I can love him after everything he's done to me, I think I can handle anything he can do. Besides the whole point of this is to know how he feels, if he doesn't love me then I'll know,"

"Oh I wouldn't worry about him not wanting you, it's what he will do to get you. Well, I'll see you in detention" Blaise replied, waving as they both made their way to their respective table, noticing Draco wasn't there. Where could he be?

"So are you and Blaise fucking now?"

Harry stopped, looking over at his roommate who walked out of the bathroom, a towel over his head. His mind went blank for a moment as he appreciated his half naked, wet roommate. If there was one person he wanted to fuck, it was Draco.

"No, we just have this game going," He replied, deciding that the shirt he was wearing wasn't good enough to wear to detention. He slowly took it off, watching from the corner of his eye as Draco stared intently at him. "Why? You jealous?"

"No I just don't understand it. Blaise is... attractive I suppose. He's pretty good in bed, he's not me obviously but he's okay. I just thought you always wanted more," Draco said, sitting on the edge of his bed, towelling off his hair.

"I'm not shagging Blaise. Besides, what if I was. You told me Slytherins don't love, they just shag," He said, throwing his shirt on his bed as he walked over to the blond.

"If you want sex, I'm a much better option," Draco said, looking up at him as he stood over the Slytherin, an almost sad look in his silver eyes.

"That's the thing, I don't want just sex," He said, pushing Draco roughly on to the bed as he crawled on top of them, their naked chests touching each other. "I want something more,"

He looked down at Draco, pushing the blond deeper into the bed as he pinned Draco's arms to the bed. Their eyes locked as he lowered himself, their lips inches from each other.

"What do you want?" Draco asked him, his eyes searching his.

You

He slowly descended lower onto Draco, their skin connecting. He watched as Draco's eyes fluttered closed as their lips finally touched- igniting his whole form. He didn't know he could ever want someone as bad as he wanted Draco.

His entire being felt inflamed as he deepened the kiss, feeling Draco arch into him. His hands let go of Draco's, gasping as they touched his chest, roaming freely. Draco broke the kiss and in one swift motion flipped them so he was on top. He could almost laugh, knowing Draco wasn't usually the one to be dominated.

He wrapped his legs around Draco's waist as he pulled the man closer, their lips finding each other again. He moaned as Draco rubbed him through his jeans, desperately trying to undo them with his other hand.

"Dray," He breathed, breaking the kiss as Draco looked deep into him.

"I like when you moan my name," Draco replied, nipping at his neck- making him see stars.

"Dray," He said again, into the taller man's neck, feeling as he shivered.

"Mmm, just like that," Draco moaned, his hands slipping into the contours of his boxers. "I could get used to this,"

He couldn't agree more as he arched into Draco's cold touch, his hands finding their way to Draco's jeans. Draco came back up, capturing their lips again in a dominating, hunger kiss. His lungs ached as they kissed over and over, their hands meeting each others pace. He wished he could be rid of his very constricting boxers- Draco's too.

"Harry," He heard Draco breathe, his eyes dark with lust.

"Harry," They both froze as Daphne called out to him from behind their door. Draco put his hand over his mouth, shhing him. "Blaise is here to go to detention with you."

"Fuck" He whispered, looking up at Draco expectingly- he didn't budge.

"No, skip detention. We just started," Draco said, he could only laugh as he pushed Draco off him, zipping up his jeans.

"I can't, Professor Snape might punish me further. You don't want me to be banned from our Quidditch game do you?" He said, grabbing his shirt from his bed, throwing it on.

He looked over at Draco who fell back on to his bed, his skin flush from their recent activity. "Fine, leave me here. Go with Blaise. Enjoy your detention"

"I'd rather be here Draco," He said, laughing as Draco pouted. He walked over to the blond, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. "Maybe later?"

"No maybe, two hours. You and me. This bed. Be there," Draco commanded, he shook his head, laughing as he walked out of the room.

He took the seat next to Blaise- shifting, trying to find a better position to hide his raging hard on from his heated make out session with Draco. How was he supposed to wait two whole hours. Maybe he should have skipped detention. Draco could probably sweet talk Snape into letting him serve his detention another day. Except, if he did actually shag Draco where would they be then. Is that all Draco wanted? He'd gone too far to quit now.

"What's with the smile? Someone finally get the answer he was looking for?"

He turned to look at Blaise who was staring at him intently. He placed his hands on his face, tracing the unnoticed smile. "No, but we're making progress,"

"Oh you two were totally fucking when I came weren't you?" Blaise exclaimed, making him put his hand over the darker skinned boys mouth, making sure no one heard.

"No, but we were about to," He whispered, letting go of Blaise to sit back in his seat.

"I cock blocked Draco? I'm never going to hear the end of that," Blaise said, shaking his head, laughing. He couldn't help but laugh with the Ravenclaw. He could just imagine the blond laying on his bed still, considering all the ways to torture ex-Slytherin.

He looked over to see Dean Thomas walk into the Potions classroom, taking the closest seat to him. He thought it was just going to be him and Blaise in detention.

"What are you doing here Dean?" He asked, noticing that Blaise was straightening up.

"I got a detention from Snape for indecent behavior or something like that," Dean replied, "You two here for your little make out session I've heard so much about?"

"Yeah, Snape wasn't too happy with us kissing in his classroom. Something about no snogging or sexual behavior.. We're just lucky it was just one," He said, Dean nodding "What indecent behavior did he catch you doing?"

"Oh I sort of, um was just caught, you know. Doing stuff in his classroom," Dean stuttered, obviously a little nervous.

"You were caught having sex weren't you?" Blaise asked, making him wipe his head around to see a not smug Blaise. Actually he looked a little hurt. He turned back to see Dean blushing. Seriously?

"If that's what you call humping someone on top of my desk then yes Mr. Zabini, Mr. Thomas was definitely engaged in a very loud, very disturbing sexual act," He could only snicker as Dean turned three shades redder as Snape stormed past, taking a seat at what appeared to be a new desk. Nice one Thomas. "Where's your partner in crime Thomas?"

"How would I know, I don't talk to him," Dean snorted, crossing his arms as he trying looking anywhere but at Snape directly.

"Oh really? Because only mere hours ago you were in the most intimate position two people can be in. I assumed from the screaming, you knew him quite well," Snape retorted, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. "This isn't funny Mr. Potter. You weren't much better,"

He stopped, blushing before looking down at his hands, suddenly noticing how long his fingers were. Blaise snorted, making a soft smile appear. "Now all of you stay here and do NOT do anything sexual while I'm gone or believe me, we'll be having a lot more detentions together. I have to go find the last member of our little group,"

He watched as Professor Snape stormed off out of the classroom, not before giving them each an individual Snape- like evil stare. He sighed, leaning against his chair, looking up at the dingy ceiling.

"So who did you shag?" He asked, genuinely curious. He didn't know Dean was even seeing anyone. He shouldn't be surprised, it's not like he talked to him all that much anymore. Except today with Seamus and Draco."It's not Seamus is it?"

"No, of course not. He's my best friend," Dean replied, he looked nervous for someone who got lucky. "I don't really want to talk about it,"

"Oh come on, it's just Blaise and I. We won't tell," He coaxed, "He'll be here soon anyway, might as well tell us,"

"He doesn't want to tell you because it's Draco,"

He froze, his mind going numb.

Draco? It couldn't be true. He'd never shag a Gryffindor unless there was something in it for him.

"How did you know Blaise?" Dean exclaimed, his cheeks going an ever darker shade of red.

He couldn't breathe, his heart actually ached. It couldn't be true. Would Draco actually do that to him. After everything.

"Why Draco," He asked, feeling as Blaise put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a telling look. What was he missing? Wait, Blaise was helping him because he liked a Gryffindor. Dean was a Gryffindor. Draco slept with him. No, it couldn't be? He looked at Blaise who just nodded at him, as if reading his mind.

"I don't know. After seeing him in the hall with you, he cornered me in the Slytherin dungeons after Potions class with the Hufflepuffs. Things got weird, and one thing lead to another and then Snape caught us. I swear to Merlin Harry I didn't want to. I know he's your friend and all," Dean explained, the words barely audible as he felt his entire body go numb. He knew this could happen, he didn't know it could hurt so much though.

"Oh come now Dean, don't be so modest. Last time I checked, you were the one begging me to take you. Hard. On Snape's desk,"

He turned around to see Draco saunter in, the most satisfying smirk adorning his face as he looked over at Blaise. He could feel his blood boil. How could he just shag his friend, his best friend's crush and be that cocky. He felt sorry for Blaise, this was all his fault.

"Enough Draco, take a seat," Snape said, walking past the blond who took a seat behind him.

"Two hours," Draco whispered, leaning in to look at him. Yeah two hours.

He couldn't believe how long those two hours had really been. He would have been fine with cleaning cauldrons or writing lines but sitting there. Silently. It gave him too much time to think about everything.

He knew Draco would retaliate. Astoria was perfectly clear on that when she told him her plan. Make Draco jealous. It seemed easy enough- except it hurt so much knowing he shagged one of his friends, then had the audacity to make him feel bad about kissing Blaise. Just kissing Blaise.

Somehow he was okay with Draco attacking his friends. He expected that. He knew Draco would. The man had seen them as a threat since he'd come to Slytherin. But have sex with one. Did he have sex with Neville too? It was killing him just thinking about it.

He didn't know why he expected Draco to change. He was vindictive, callous and cruel. He never thought about other peoples feelings. Only cared about one person. Himself.

Maybe Draco didn't even like him.

That thought hurt most of all. He didn't understand, but he wanted Draco. Body and soul. All for himself. Maybe he should have just claimed the blond- who cares about the past.

"You all can go now. I hope I won't be seeing any of you, especially all of you in here again," Snape said giving them a stern look. He could almost laugh if he wasn't so hurt.

He stood up, walking past everyone, making a beeline for the door. He didn't want to look at any of them right now.

He could hear Draco call out to him but he hurried down the cold, dark dungeon corridors. Where could he go? He lived with Draco. It's not like he could go to Gryffindor. Maybe he could sleep in the Room of Requirement.

"Harry," He jumped as his arm was grabbed, being pulled into an empty classroom. He turned back, looking to see Draco. He yanked his arm from Draco's grip, wanting nothing to do with him. Especially being touched by him. "What's wrong with you? Didn't you hear me?"

"Look I don't want to talk to you Draco, not right now okay?" He said, defeated.

"Why? What did I do?" Draco asked..

"Obviously nothing apparently," He said, pushing past the blond making his way to the exit. He didn't get far when he was grabbed again, spun around to look at his crush.

"Obviously there is. What? Are you mad that I slept with Dean. Look, I know you two are friends and all, but Blaise. He was touching you, kissing you. I warned him not to mess with what's mine but he didn't listen. It didn't mean anything if that's what you're worried about,"

"Oh that comforting. That just makes everything better, "He snarled sarcastically, glaring at Draco. His head was on fire, he didn't know to be angry, or upset. "I'm not yours Draco! At this rate I will never be yours. How can you stand there and be so indifferent, after everything. Expect me to be okay with you sleeping with my friend? You fuck Neville too? He won't even speak to me, he can barely look me in the eye. You know, I can accept a lot of things. But not this,"

"That's what I do Potter! I sleep around. It's who I am, who I'll always be. What did you think was going to happen when Blaise kissed you. Touched you. I was going to just take it? You are mine Harry Potter. You became mine when you befriended me. When we fucked. I'm done watching you flaunt yourself to every Gryffindor and friend alike. I fucked Dean to tell Blaise who you belonged to. I made sure that message was etched into Longbottom's mind as well," Draco declared, making him flinch at Draco's harsh words. What did he do? "So you're going to stop this annoying little girl tantrum and come back with me to our room, and I'm going to fuck you over and over until you forget your own name. Got it?"

Draco grabbed him then, pulling him out of the classroom and into the desolate dungeon hallway. He was fuming. He pulled his arm out of Draco's grasp, pushing the blond into the stone wall.

"What happened to I like you more than you'll ever know Harry," He asked, his voice soft.

"I was drunk, I say a lot of things when I'm drunk. What do you want me to say Potter. That I'm in love with you?" Draco mocked, he could actually feel his heart ache as those words flooded over him. "I want you, you want me, what else if there to say?"

"A lot of things," He whispered, pushing himself off the wall, turning so he didn't have to look at Draco. "You don't get it Draco do you? This isn't about just sex for me. Did you ever think once what this is like for me? Your parents are death eaters. You've hurt me and pretty much every person I care about. I should hate you, but I don't. I'm utterly and completely obsessed with you. When you told me that you liked me, something snapped and I realized why. I'm in love with you Draco,"

He paused, watching as Draco stood there, froze in utter shock. "So flaunting myself to every Gryffindor and friend alike was to get your attention. For you to tell me you loved me too. You can't think that I can trust you after all the years you tormented me. This isn't about friendship Draco. This is about love. My love for you. If I'm going forgive you for everything. Look past everything. Be okay with everything- I needed to know I could love you for everything that you are and that you loved me too. That you would fight to have me. Guess I was wrong,"

He stopped, fighting back the tears that were surfacing. There it was. His declaration of love to his former enemy. Hearing it out loud, to Draco, just made him realize how ridiculous it really was. He should have listened to Blaise. Draco Malfoy could never love anybody except himself.

He glanced over at Draco who was still in the same spot, the same cold expression on his face. He shouldn't have expected anything else.

He finally took a step forward, awakening Draco from his comatose state. "Wait... I..."

"Don't bother Draco, I get it. Love just isn't something you do. Slytherins don't love, they shag right?" He said as he walked away, unsure of where he was going.

All he knew was he needed to get away. Far from Draco Malfoy.

I'm a bitch aren't I? I had serious writers block for this chapter. I hope it's not too noticeable. To be honest I have no idea where I want this story to go. I sort of let it take me where I feel it needs to be. After writing this I have a better path on where I want to go, so that's good.

So what did you think? Like it? Hate it? Tell me what you think! (if you want to, no pressure.) Was Draco too cold? Harry too naive about Draco's intentions.

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