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The Game	By : Akemi Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Draco rose from his bed; as Head Boy he had a room entirely to himself. He was grateful for it. Draco stretched his entire body feline-like, sinewy muscles rippled underneath the marblesque flesh. Yes, he rather liked to think himself as a god or perhaps a nymph. Throughout his life, Draco had been fascinated with Greek culture and he reminded himself of Adonis. The beautiful young man that was courted by Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty, and lust.

The warm spray of the shower was relaxing and Draco wanted to drift into a sweet slumber time again but he knew that today was the day he was going to court Harry Potter. Potter-no Harry-always showed up at breakfast early. Draco knew he was an early riser and dreamt of past memories. Harry had killed Voldemort so at least there wouldn't be the likely threat of Draco being murdered for philanthroping with the enemy. Draco's lips twisted into a smile. What Blaise and Noir didn't know was that trying to lay Sirius and Remus would be exceptionally hard. Sirius was thought to have been dead during fifth year after a fight with Bellatrix but he came back during sixth year-Remus and Sirius were renewing their lost love.

Draco wrapped a fluffy towel around his slender waist, stepping back into his room. He wasn't going to disillusion his friends though. Who knew? Maybe Noir and Blaise's seductive skills had improved. Draco paused in front of the full length mirror, dropping the towel. The mirror purred in satisfaction. One of the portraits on the wall let a gasp escape before she fainted. Draco smirked.

He lazily dressed into his clothes, smoothing the folds in his jumpers and using a quick spell to rid his slacks of creases. He threw his robes on, adjusting the green and silver tie to his liking. Slipping into his dragonskin boots, he lethargically admired himself. Perhaps he should have been named Narcissius after the young man that fell in love with his own reflection. Draco glanced at his hair. He decided, that for today, he would leave it mussed giving him a practically wanton appearance.

Draco pulled the door open, not surprised that Blaise, Noir, and Sven were exiting the Slytherin Tower at the same time he was leaving his chambers. Draco frowned. Blaise was carefully avoiding to look at him. Had it been what he'd done the night before? Draco didn't care. Blaise went through more mood swings than Pansy when she was going through Pms. Sven wasn't much of a talker; Draco had it pegged that Sven was embarrassed by his accent. Draco found it enthralling. It gave Sven a mysterious edge and made one think of snow and fur coats.

However, Noir did greet him. "Goodmorning, my prince," the braided youth said with sarcasm. Draco grinned. He was a prince, wasn't he? The Slytherin Prince; as it had been known since he entered the school seven years before. It was remarkable that so much time had passed. He vaguely wondered where it had all went. First year hadn't been too adventurous, albeit he was worshipped by his classmates. Second year he had made Seeker and fallen off his broom much to his father's disappointment. Third year he had been bit by a hippogriff and nearly got Hagrid suspended. Fourth year had been the worse. He had been turned into a ferret and bounced around by Moody. Fifth year, his father had been prisoned in Azkaban and his cousin once removed on his mother's side had been killed but brought back the following year. Sixth year, Voldemort had been defeated and Draco was almost sentenced to Azkaban but Dumbledore had intervened and convinced the new Minister, Arthur Weasley, that Draco was a child and could redeem himself. As for this year; the greatest challenge yet: seducing Harry Potter.

"To you as well Noir. Sven, Blaise. Not too chipper this morning, are we?" Both boys ignored Draco. The Adonis reincarnation frowned. "What crawled in both of your arses? Today's the first day of our secduction of our conquests. Don't let whatever's biting at you get you down. Remember, there's money on the line."

The Four Gods of Hogwart's entered the Great Hall, Draco leading the pantheon with his head held regally high. Some of the chatter desisted as the students stared at the handsome quartet. At the Gryffindor table, Ronald Weasley stood abruptly, face matching the color of his hair. Despite Percy's behavior two years before, he had asked forgiveness from his family and recieved it. Hermione knew she couldn't stop Ron from marching over towards the four. Harry watched with loathing. He was good friends with Percy and Oliver.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!" Ron yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room, including the teachers. Blaise regarded Ron with frozen detachedness. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Ron took his wand out and pointed it direclty at Blaise's chest. "You had no right to do that to my brother!!"

"Oh, little Weasel getting all protective of his big brother?" Draco mocked, drawing his own wand and the other two boys did the same. Three wands were pointing at Ron. "I suggest you calm that temper and learn to mind your manners towards your betters."

"He doesn't have to do what you say, Malfoy!" Harry snarled as he and Hermione joined in the stalemate. Draco mentally winced. He was getting off on the wrong foot with Harry. If he wanted Harry to trust him he would have to back down from this fight. Damn it all.

"Perhaps not," Draco replied with a serene grin, pocketing his wand. A gasp came from around the Great Hall. "Noir, Sven, Blaise...aren't you hungry? Picking fights with those less deserving is cumbersome." Draco smiled sweetly at Harry, winking. "Consider this fight a draw."

The four retreated to the Slytherin table, leaving behind three confused students. Blaise hissed, "I could've taken care of that oaf! How dare you!" There seemed to be an invisible crackle of electricity sparking between the dark haired boy and the fair haired one.

"Do you have a problem with me, Zabini?" Draco said, voice completely emotionless and calm. To those who knew him best, that usually meant trouble. Noir and Sven shrugged at each other, starting on their meals. They had known this confrontation would happen sometime or another.

"Yes, I do!" Blaise snapped hotly, obsidian oculates blazing. "You have no right to play me like a fool!"

"Play you like a fool?!" Draco repeated, quickly losing his icy temper. "What are you going on about, Zabini?!" What the hell was causing this tantrum? Draco's eyes narrowed to slits.

"I'm sick of being on the recieving end of your sick games." Draco's fist curled tighter, knuckles bony white and jaw clenched. Blaise knew he was pressing his luck. "I'm not your sexual escape any longer. One minute you act like you care about me, the next you're fucking me without my permission." Noir and Sven glanced sharply up from their breakfast, gazing at the argument. So, they had been right after all. "I'm done with it. I'm done with you. I'm not your personal whore."

Blaise wasn't prepared for the fist that collided with his cheek. Draco was shaking with rage. "I NEVER acted like I gave a damn about you!! I told you from the beginning not to let it go to your head. I admit, you are a good fuck, but to love you?! Are you insane?! You fucking prick. Get out of my site. NOW!" Draco thundered.

Blaise, eyes quickly pooling with tears, rushed from the Great Hall. Eyes followed him, some with pity but most with amusement. Draco's anger deserted him, leaving cold ash behind as his face hardened into the mask that he hadn't worn for over a year, since Voldemort's defeat. Noir and Sven exchanged glances. This was definitely not what Draco needed.

"Don't you think you were a little harsh on him?" Pansy asked, the only who would dare talk to Draco when he was in his mood.

"Who cares? He's the idiot that took it to his head."

"That does not mean you hit him." Severus Snape stood, arms crossed in front of his chest and glaring down his Grecian nose at Draco. The young Malfoy rolled his eyes heavenward. "Come with me. We need to have a talk."

"Fine." Draco followed his Head of House, taking to the time to admire the supple movement of the man's hips underneath the bulky robes. Draco smirked. He could do for some sex to vent his frustration. Just how could he convince Severus? Draco pursed his lips. Was he ready to pursue his liasion with Severus? He frowned, meeting a vision of Blaise in his throes of passion instead of Severus. Alright, Severus would have to wait until he'd cleared his mind of Blaise.

Harry raised a brow as Ron continued ranting. "That stupid bastard. I'm glad that Malfoy punched him. The git got what he deserved. Honestly, breaking up Percy and Oliver? Just what the hell did that prove?! I hate Slytherins. They're evil and vile and comp-"

"Complete waste of space. We know Ron," Hermione said. Harry smiled. Those two still weren't together and Harry found that a disbelief. They were perfectly suited for each other. Opposites did attract. Harry hadnt dated since the awful fling with Cho. Girls really didn't appeal to him anymore. What if they all were like that and started wierding out on him?

Seamus Finnegan, jokester and one of the Beaters for the Quidditch team along with Dean Thomas, quickly rose to his feet. "Um...I have to go...and....um...finish my Transfiguration paper." Before anyone could protest and tell Seamus that it wasn't due for another week, he was already gone.

"What's up with him?" Dean asked, arm around Lavendar who was animately chatting about the newest fashion styles with Parvati.

Harry shrugged, pondering. Seamus wasn't a stickler for school; he was worse than Fred and George had been. So why had he rushed off like that? Harry was interrupted in his thinking when Malfoy and Snape stalked past them. Draco threw him another wink. Harry swallowed hard. Was Malfoy flirting with him? Why? Harry tried not to focus on the alluring shape of Malfoy's arse. Harry blushed deep crimson. Oh god, he didn't find Malfoy attractive, did he?!

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Seamus ventured into the Great Hall, spying a black robe turn the corner towards the main entrance that led outside. He didn't know why he was chasing the Slytherin down. He didn't want to admit that he was worried about Blaise, especially with what he had done to Ron's brother. He-just like about everyone else in the Great Hall-had heard Blaise and Draco's fight. What type of sick freak was Malfoy to have sex with Blaise and not expect for it to develop into love? Malfoy probably enjoyed hurting peoples feelings but Seamus thought that Blaise was his best friend.

Blaise didn't deserve to be punched for talking back to Malfoy. Seamus glared. One day, Malfoy would get his and Seamus would be there to laugh. Seamus ran down the corridor. "Zabini! Wait!" Blaise paused at the doors, turning to stare in puzzlement at Seamus.

"What do you want Finnegan? Come to gloat in my face?" Blaise said bitterly. "I deserve nothing less. Or better yet, do you wish to add a bruise to my other cheek? Here to finish Draco's work?"

"No. Why would I?" Seamus furrowed his brows. Did Blaise recieve abuse from Draco a lot?

"You are a Gryffindor, are you not? Defending your friend's brother's honor should be at the top of your to do list. I want to be alone, Finnegan." Blaise opened the doors and stepped into the early morning sun, the grass wet with dew. Blaise sighed when he realised that Seamus was still pestering him. "Why are you bothering me? This some new torture the Gryffindor's have devised to drive us Slytherin's batty? I must say, it's working wonders."

Seamus couldn't help but chuckle. Who knew Blaise had such dry humour? Seamus was surprised but delighted when a small smile curled Blaise's lips. "I'm not here to pester ye. Actually, I was....was worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Blaise echoed, eyes widening. "Why?"

"Malfoy hit ye pretty hard." Seamus gingerly leaned down, touching the dark blemish on the handsome face. He caressed it tenderly with one finger. Merlin, could people's skin actually be this soft? It didn't feel real. Seamus cleared his throat, retracting the digit when he realised what he was doing. "A concealing charm will cover it."

Blaise felt an odd churning in his body. He felt warm all over and slightly queasy. He wasn't becoming ill, was he? It was too early in the season. Allergies perhaps? He'd never had them before. "Um....yes. You're right. I should probably go take care of that." Blaise wanted to retreat. He didnt like how he was feeling. He didnt like being this close to one of his conquests. There wasn't supposed to be any emotional commitment. Just lust and seduction and desire. Blaise felt oddly nauseated. This wasn't happening. He wasn't going to feel regret about seducing Seamus. "I have to go!" Blaise said, hastily leaving.

Seamus watched him go, rooted to his spot. He felt himself flush. Why did touching Blaise seem to affect him so much? Seamus forced himself to go to classes. It wasn't as if he was going to be able to forget about it. He had Advanced Potions with most of the seventh year Slytherins, including Malfoy and Blaise. He would have to see him..... Why was his heart yammering excitedly at the notion when his entrails were dripping with nervousness?
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