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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29071 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor profit from it. J.K. Rowling owns everything.

Chapter List
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Author's note: Meh, not feeling too well now ...

Thanks to the following reviewers: kain (eh, I don't think you'll like the rest of the story then, though I can say that in the end Harry will be neutral towards Hermione); Madamdragon (I'm glad to hear that); Sharebear

I hope you'll like the chapter!

Chapter 9: Explanation of the ritual and bribing

The next morning, Draco woke up to an annoying predicament. Like every teenage boy, his body reacted in a 'certain' way when he woke up. Normally, this wouldn't bother Draco, but this morning was of another matter. Unlike other mornings, he had now woken up to find Harry sleeping in his arms with his back to Draco' chest – and with his ass pushed against a certain body part of Draco. This created a problem.

How much Draco would like to stay in this position, he couldn't. He really didn't need to hear Harry's reaction when he would feel Draco's hard member against him.

So, regretfully, Draco freed himself slowly, all the while trying not to wake Harry up. Eventually, after six minutes of careful maneuvering, Draco was out of bed. He stretched and smiled when he saw Harry's hand moving in search of him. Harry frowned when he couldn't feel Draco anymore, but remained asleep.

Draco tiptoed to his trunk and choose his clothes for today: a black jeans with a white T – shirt. He casted one final glance at Harry before walking into the bathroom, where he proceeded to shower and take care of his 'problem'.

Harry woke up, missing the warmth that had been around him last night. Slowly, he sat up and blinked when the sunlight reached his eyes. He yawned and ranked his hand through his black hair. He was just thinking if it was worthwhile to comb his hair, when the events of last night rushed through his memory. His head went a fiery red and he groaned mortified.

Oh, my god, he thought miserably. He had just remembered that he'd asked Draco to keep him company in his bed. Because he didn't want to be alone. How embarrassing. And how was he supposed to face Draco? Speaking of him, where was Draco? He looked around and only then did he hear the sound of running water. So Draco was in the shower.

Harry climbed out bed and stretched. He was just wondering how long Draco had been in the shower when he heard the water stopped running. Perfect timing, Harry thought and turned around – just in time to see a half – naked Draco standing in the bathroom doorway. The only item of clothing on his body was a towel and there were still water drops on his chest, making their way down to the towel.

Harry blushed and averted his eyes elsewhere. "Euhm, good morning, Draco." He mumbled.

Draco smirked – satisfied with Harry's blush upon seeing him half–naked – and responded, "Good morning to you too. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, the potion worked well. Euh, I'm going to shower." Without looking in the direction of Draco once, he managed to go in the bathroom. Quickly, he stripped his clothes off and twisted the water taps until he got the temperature of the water right: not too cold, not too warm. He sighed contently and stood in the shower for ten minutes.

When Harry had toweled himself dry, he realized he hadn't taken any clothes with him. He smacked himself for his stupidity and sighed. He wrapped the towel around his hips and padded out of the bathroom.

Draco looked up when he heard the bathroom door open and he gulped when he saw that Harry wasn't dressed.

If every morning starts like this – with Harry coming out of the bathroom with only a towel on – I won't mind waking up, Draco thought and let his eyes roam over Harry's body. I knew Quidditch was good for the body, Draco thought, enjoying the sight Harry unknowingly presented.

Draco was snapped out of his lust filled thoughts – and daze – when Harry asked, "Draco, did you pick out clothes for me?"

The blond boy blinked and then remembered the clothes laying on Harry's bed. He had chosen the black T – shirt with the white dragon on the back and a dark blue jeans.

"Yes, do you like the choice?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, the clothes are nice, but I'm capable of choosing my own clothes, you know." Harry said dryly.

"Oh, I know, but I thought I would save you the trouble." Draco smirked.

"You shouldn't have." Harry mumbled and quickly, he pulled on the clothes.

"Ready for breakfast?" Draco inquired and was met with a loud rumble.

Harry blushed.

"I think I know your answer." Draco laughed.

"Shut up, prat." Harry muttered and stalked out of the room, Draco following grinning.

When they arrived in the kitchen, only Sirius and Remus were already there to greet them. Well, Remus greeted them cheerfully; Sirius only grunted and laid his head back on the table.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked concerned.

"Just a hangover, nothing more." Remus answered lightly.

At the perplexed faces of the two boys, Remus said, "He drank a whole bottle of Firewhiskey last night."

"Why?" Harry asked shocked. The twins had once given him some Firewhiskey and when the drank burned his throat, he swore he wouldn't touch the drank ever again. Harry didn't know if he should admire Sirius for his bravery to drink a whole bottle of Firewhiskey or just find him plain stupid for doing it.

"Oh, he just wanted to erase some images from his memory." Remus said, smiling pleasantly and patted Sirius on his head. "Nothing important."

Sirius groaned when he felt the impact on his pounding head and batted the offending hand away.

"Did he succeed?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If the Firewhiskey didn't do his job, the hangover will." Remus answered dryly.

"But why hasn't he had a potion against his hangover?" Draco asked confused.

"There's even a potion against that?" Harry asked amazed.

"Of course, but it tastes like overcooked fruit." Draco answered flippantly.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "And you know that, because…?"

A light blush colored Draco's cheeks and he cleared his throat. "Some of the older Slytherins always complain about it."

Harry shook his head and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'Slytherins'.

"Anyway, we don't have a hangover potion." Remus explained.

"Why don't you ask Sev for one?" Draco suggested.

"We value our lives." Remus simply said.

The door opened to reveal a scowling Severus Snape. He strode into the kitchen and placed a bottle before Harry.

"Take this. Tonight you will receive your nutrition potion." Snape said in a no nonsense tone. Then it seemed as if he hesitated. Roughly, he placed a black vial before Sirius. "And you, take this. I have no patience to hear your groaning because you have a hangover." Snape said curtly. "But don't expect another one if you're stupid enough to drink so much again. And no, I didn't poison it. That would be too easy."

Sirius eyed the vial warily, but downed it down. He sighed in relief when the potion cured his headache.

"Thank you, Severus." Remus smiled.

Snape grumbled, but didn't comment.

Sirius' stomach reminded them that they hadn't had any breakfast yet.

Immediately, Harry sprang up. "I'll make breakfast. Are eggs and bacon good?"

"Sounds good to me." Sirius licked his lips at the promise of some food.

"Excellent." Harry muttered and looked into the cupboards. He discovered the eggs and the bacon into a lower cupboard with a cooling charm on it. To grab the food, he had to bend down and in doing that, he gave Draco the chance to admire his ass. Harry placed the food on the corner and took a pan.

"I'll help you, Harry." Remus offered and had raised out of his chair, when he was pushed down again by Harry.

"No need. I can do it on my own." Harry said and lightened the fire under the pan. He melted the butter and cracked the eggshells. He let the yolks fall into the pan and began to scramble them. A second pan joined the first and Harry backed the bacon.

After six minutes, everyone had a plate with bacon and scrambled eggs before them.

"Damn, this tastes so good." Sirius moaned.

"Indeed. Tell me, Potter, how it is that you can cook a decent meal – without poisoning someone – but aren't able to brew a potion?" Snape asked.

Harry, realizing Snape had just given a compliment, smiled. "When I cook, I know which type of foods can be add together because of their smell. But the ingredients of a potion all smell disgusting, so I can't depend on smelling if the combination is good or bad."

"Hm, so he needs to smell it…" Snape mused and looked lost in thought.

They all looked up when the door opened again. This time, it were Mister and Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley looked surprised when she caught the smell of their breakfast.

"Oh my. This smells wonderful. Who did the cooking?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"I did." Harry answered carefully, still remembering the argument of yesterday.

"I didn't know you could cook, Harry." Arthur said surprised, while his wife was inspecting the food.

"Yeah," Harry muttered and shrugged awkwardly.

Mister and Mrs. Weasley each took a plate and sat down at the table.

"Where is father, uncle Severus?" Draco asked, curious as to why his father still wasn't present.

"He had some business to take care of, but he will be back in half an hour." Snape answered. "Which reminds me; yesterday, you mentioned something interesting in a book. Care to tell me what it was?"

"I rather wait until father is back. I want to ask it to you both." Draco replied, almost unnoticeable fidgeting.

"Very well." Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He knew his godson well enough to know that his fidgeting didn't predict anything good.

Harry was curious as to what Draco wanted to ask, but didn't voice his question, figuring he shouldn't be too noisy.

He startled when a soft voice behind him asked, "Euhm, Harry, could we talk?"

He turned around and saw Ron and Hermione standing in the doorway, both fidgeting and looking nervous.

"Euh, all right." Harry mumbled and stood up. "I'll see you later, Draco."

Draco nodded, but narrowed his eyes when he looked at Hermione and Ron. What did they want? Would they convince Harry that he had to break off the friendship with Draco? Would Harry do that?

Draco got uneasy, but tried to squish that feeling. Harry wouldn't dump him as a friend, just because his friends told him so, right?

His uneasy thoughts were interrupted by his godfather's hand on his shoulder.

"Draco, your father has arrived."

"All right." Draco stood up and followed his godfather outside the kitchen, where his father waited in the hallway.

"You wanted to ask us something, Draco?" Lucius asked.

"Yes, we can go to my room; the book is in my trunk." Draco explained and lead the two adults to his and Harry's room.

"Take a seat." Draco gestured towards the two chairs in front of the desks and walked to his trunk. He searched until he found the jeans in which he had put the book in. As soon as he took the book out of his pocket, the book enlarged to his original size.

Draco placed the book on his desk and leafed through it, until he found the page with the ritual.

"Could you read this, please, and tell me your opinion on it." Draco said and sat on his bed while he waited.

Snape raised an eyebrow when he read the ritual. He hadn't know there was this sort of book available at Hogwarts. He looked at Draco and wondered what his godson wanted with this ritual. It wasn't as if he could gain something from it… Or could he?

"Well, what do you think of it?" Draco asked.

"It's an interesting ritual." Lucius spoke slowly and looked his son in his grey eyes, searching for a clue as to why Draco was so interested in an old ritual. Especially this type.

"Why are you interested in this ritual?" Snape asked. He didn't have enough patience to deal with Lucius' political ways to extract information from Draco.

"Well, it says that this ritual is used for providing understanding between the Houses in time of hostility. We all know that there has been hostility between the Houses for years now and at the rate we're going, it'll never be solved. And, truthfully, it's beginning to annoy me." Draco explained. "I was searching for something to read, when I noticed this book. It piqued my interest because it is written by the Founders and when I leafed through it, this ritual captured my attention. So, I was thinking that if we use this ritual, it will eventually make the hostility leave and we would be one united front."

"In order for the ritual to work, four students must switch Houses, correct?" Snape asked, his voice dangerous soft.

Draco became wary; he knew his godfather well enough to know he should be careful with what he would say next. "Yes."

"It says here that Slytherin and Gryffindor would have to switch."

"Yes…"

"There is no possible way I will be accommodating a Gryffindor!" Snape hissed.

"Why not?" Draco pouted slightly.

"I have no patience to deal with some irritating dunderhead who refuses to use his small brain." Snape said annoyed.

Draco thought quickly. "Even if you'll have the chance to influence the Gryffindor?"

Snape narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean exactly?"

"We all know that the Gryffindors are the favourite pupils of Dumbledore, right? They all think Dumbledore is the good guy, but what if they could be convinced otherwise?" Draco smirked. "All Gryffindors stick together. So, if one's convinced of the true nature of the Headmaster, others will see the truth too. Result: Dumbledore loses his favorite pupils and stands alone."

"Imagine we use this ritual. A Gryffindor comes to live in Slytherin. Why do you think a Gryffindor will listen to me?" Snape asked sceptically.

"Most Gryffindors won't, that's right." Draco conceded. "But what if this Gryffindor has already been convinced of Dumbledore's true nature? What if this particular Gryffindor has a lot of influence in his house? And what if he's prepared to listen to you?"

"Are you talking about Potter?" Snape asked surprised.

"Harry Potter in Slytherin?" Lucius said disbelieving. He would have snorted, but that was unfitting for a Malfoy.

"Yes, Harry." Draco nodded.

"Who says Potter will be the one to be switched? There's a big chance he won't be switched. The cup chooses four people from the years five until seven. How are you going to let the Cup choose Potter?"

"That won't be a problem. With Harry's bad luck, he probably gets chosen twice." Draco answered matter – of – factly.

"You may have a point." Snape said stiffly.

"Of course I have a point. Have you noticed his bad luck? It's a miracle he hasn't died yet." Draco frowned slightly. Harry's tendency to get into trouble would have to disappear. Fortunately, Draco was there to help him with that.

Draco noticed the hesitation on Snape's face and went in for the kill. "Besides, wouldn't it be interesting to see how Dumbledore will react once he knows that Harry is more inclined to believe you, instead of him? And, when Harry is finally a Slytherin, you can take care of him, without it being too suspicious." Draco smirked and crossed his arms.

"That's very Slytherin of you, Draco. One would think you only want to use this ritual to get Potter in Slytherin." Snape remarked casually.

"Oh no, I just want to vanish the hostility." Draco answered innocently.

"Of course." Snape sighed. "I'll see what I can do. I'll discuss it with the Headmaster, though I can't promise anything."

"Thank you, uncle Sev." Draco smiled.

"You're going to put Harry Potter in Slytherin? Do you want to get him killed?" Lucius asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Why would he get killed? You have heard him yesterday: the Hat had wanted to place him in Slytherin. Surely, he can hold his own if he gets placed into our House." Draco argued.

Lucius held his hands up in defeat – a sign rarely seen from him. "All right, I won't say anything more. I just hope you know what you are doing, Draco."

"Of course I know what I'm doing."

Snape closed the book, shrank it and put it in one of his pockets. "Tomorrow, I'll go see the Headmaster to propose this ritual. Now if you will excuse me, I have some potions to brew."

"You have to wait for that, Sev. I still have to discuss something else with you." Draco smiled – slightly evil.

Snape sighed and rolled his eyes.

"What OWL result did Harry get for his Potions exam?" Draco asked immediately.

"Why do you want to know that?" Snape asked confused – not that he would admit that, of course.

"Just tell me."

"Surprisingly enough, Potter has managed to get an E." Snape answered.

"But you won't let him into your class, even with his E, right?"

"You know I only allow students who achieved an O to enter in my class, Draco." Snape replied and studied the blond boy in front of him. What did he want know?

"Can't you change that rule?"

"Why would I want to do that? I've established this rule to make sure only the ones who can actually brew a potion, without any mishaps, can get in my class. This means you have to have an O. I'm not changing the rules so that your new friend can follow Potions." Snape said curtly and crossed his arms.

"Come on, uncle. Harry has an E; that's close enough to an O. It shows he can brew potions. I'll even tutor him." Draco offered.

"Draco, why do you want Potter in Potions so badly?" Snape asked curiously.

"Harry wants to be an Auror and he'll need Potions for that." Draco explained. Sometimes, Pansy could be quite useful if you wanted some gossip.

"So, you just want to give Potter a chance to study for Auror. You're not doing it, because you're a possessive evil brat who wants all his friends to be constantly near you?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey! That hurts! I'm not an evil brat!" Draco protested.

"He doesn't even deny that he's possessive and wants his friends near him. Arrogant Malfoys." Snape muttered under his breath.

"Now if I promise you, I'll tutor Harry, will you then accept Harry in your class?" Draco asked impatiently.

"What if I refuse?"

"Life will even get more miserable for you. Not that I will be the cause of it." Draco smiled sweetly.

Snape sighed and rubbed in his eyes. "Fine, fine. I accept Potter in my class. But if I find him inadequate, I'll forbid him to follow my class."

"Fair enough." Draco nodded. "Thank you, uncle! You won't regret it!"

"I'm already regretting it." Snape muttered and strode out of the room, glad to finally escape.

Lucius looked at his watch. "I am sorry, Draco, but I have to attend another meeting. I'll see you tonight."

Draco nodded. "Good bye, father." He watched as his father walked out of the room and then he let himself fall on his back. He folded his arms underneath his head and stared at the ceiling.

All right, so he had now convinced his godfather to make use of the ritual and to take Harry in in his Potions class. That was good. Now he only had to hope that Harry still wanted to be friends with him after his conversation with his friends.

Draco bit on his lip – a habit from his childhood – and began to count all the cracks in the ceiling to pass the time.

Half an hour earlier...

"We can go to my room." Ron suggested.

Harry nodded and licked his lips. God, since when was he nervous to talk to his friends? Since you blew up at them twice, yesterday..., a little voice in his head informed him. "Yeah, okay."

Tense silence hung between the trio when they walked to Ron's room. Nobody dared to say something for fear there would be another fight.

Hermione closed the door behind them to ensure their privacy and went to sit next to Ron on his bed. Harry, who – for the first time in their years of friendship – felt nervous and restless, walked to the window and looked at the street. The sun was shining and there were some children playing in the street with their parents watching over them.

Figuring it was best to break the heavy silence, he said, "So..." and felt helpless when he didn't know what to say further.

Luckily, Hermione took over. "We're so sorry because of what happened yesterday, Harry. We didn't want to make you angry. We should have been calm. And even if Malfoy was confusing us with suddenly standing there and declaring you're his friend now, we didn't have the right to be angry." She said with a small voice.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, mate. I should have waited for your explanation, instead of letting my temper get in the way. I'm really sorry." Ron said uncomfortably.

Uneasily, Harry ranked a hand through his hair. "You're not the only one who is sorry. I shouldn't have blown up like that."

"But Harry..." Hermione protested.

Harry held his hand up. "No, Hermione, let me finish. I should have known you would be confused when you saw Draco and I should have explained everything right away. You had every right to be angry, so I'm sorry too." He said softly.

Hermione and Ron smiled weakly and nodded.

Harry, feeling a little bit more relieved now that he had apologized, sat down on the chair opposite the bed. "I think it's best if I explained everything."

"That would make it easier for us to understand." Hermione smiled faintly.

"Yesterday, Sirius, Remus, Snape, Lucius and Draco came to my house to pick me up. I was sent to pack my trunk and Draco came to help me with it. We sort of talked a bit and then he apologized for all the years he has been tormenting us and I apologized for everything we had done to him. In the end, we decided to try to be friends." Harry explained.

"All right. Okay. Just one question: why did you decide to try to be friends?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry sighed. "Well, I figured I could do with one enemy less. It'll make my life a bit easier, I think." He joked. Ron chuckled softly. "And I just thought it would be nice to have more friends."

"All right, I think I can follow with your assumption of Malfoy being a possible new friend, but do you think you can trust his father?" Hermione asked, anxiously when she remembered Lucius Malfoy.

"He saved Sirius in the Ministry." Harry answered softly, ignoring the two gasps he heard. "If he wanted to hurt me, he could have let Sirius die. But because he didn't, I figure I can give him a chance." He shrugged. "Besides, he's in the Order now too."

"Oh, all right, then." Hermione said, slightly reassured with the fact that Dumbledore had trusted Malfoy enough to let him join the Order.

"I think I understand your reasons, but I still think he's an annoying git. But I promise I'll try to tolerate him, if that makes you happy." Ron complied.

"Thanks guys. I really don't want to lose you." Harry said relieved.

"Oh, Harry, we'll always be your friends." Hermione said and went over to hug him.

"Yeah mate, you won't get rid of us that easily." Ron laughed.

"That's good to hear." Harry grinned.

"So Harry, tell us: what happened yesterday, after you left your family." Hermione asked curiously.

And thus, Harry launched into an explanation of yesterday's events. Although he didn't tell his friends of his outburst when the Headmaster was mentioned – he had a feeling they would try to convince him that he was wrong and that Dumbledore just wanted to help him. He also didn't mention the fact that Snape was one of his guardians. He didn't know why he wanted to keep that a secret, but he just wanted that knowledge for himself.

His friends were happy that he finally was under the care of his godfather – although Harry thought he saw the hint of a frown on Hermione's face – and that he finally had gotten some decent clothes to wear.

Eventually they began to talk about other things like homework. Because Harry wasn't allowed to do his homework when he was at the Dursleys, he still had to do all his tasks, but he figured he could ask the help of Draco, Remus or his godfather, seeing as Hermione refused to help the two boys with their summerwork too.

When the subject of Quidditch came up, Harry suddenly remembered his promise to go flying with Draco.

He sprang up. "Damn, I nearly forgot I have to go flying with Draco! Are you coming too?"

A little bit reluctant, his friends agreed. They went to the kitchen while Harry went to find Draco. After a little search, he found Draco laying on his bed in their bedroom. Because he was still happy that he had still his friends, he practically skipped into the room.

"Draco, are you ready to go flying?" He asked happily.

Draco looked up surprised. "So I take it you still want to be friends with me?"

"Of course I want that. Why would I have changed my mind?" Harry asked confused.

"Well, I just thought that if your friends didn't want you to be friends with me, you would listen to them." Draco muttered. Now that he had said that out loud, it sounded kind of stupid.

"Are you an idiot? Even if my friends didn't want me to be friends with you, I would ignore them. It's my life and I choose who my friends are." Harry replied. "Besides, I explained everything to them and they agreed to give you a chance."

"Well, that's good and surprising." Draco mumbled.

"Now go grab your broom! I want to go flying!" Harry said excitedly and immediately retrieved his Firebolt.

Draco laughed, shook his head, but grabbed his Nimbus 2001 and followed Harry downstairs to the kitchen.

There, Ron stood waiting with his Comet 206. "Malfoy." He nodded, visibly restraining himself from saying something insulting.

"Weasley." Draco nodded.

"Come on." Harry said and opened the door to the backyard.

Just when they wanted to go outside, Mrs Weasley stopped them.

"Ron, Hermione, I need your help with cleaning out the closet on the third floor."

"But mum..." Ron protested, but was silenced with his mother's glare.

"No buts, Ronald. Come, follow me. You can go outside, Harry. Have fun." She added and whisked her son and Hermione out of the kitchen.

"What do you say we play a game?" Draco suggested.

"Okay, but we don't have a snitch." Harry said disappointed.

"Don't worry, kiddo, I still have a snitch in my bedroom. I'll go get it for you." Sirius said and went upstairs.

Seeing Harry's confused face, Remus replied, "It was a present from James."

"I thought my dad was always the one playing with the snitch." Harry said.

"That's true, but Sirius played with it too."

"Here, I got it. Let's go outside." Sirius grinned and led them outside.

The grass hadn't been mowed for a long time, so pushing off the ground to fly would be difficult, but a simple cutting spell made a path free.

"All right, who ever catched the snitch first, wins. Get ready." Sirius said and the two boys pushed themselves off the ground. Sirius let the snitch loose and the game began.

While watching Harry and Draco searching for the little golden ball, Remus asked, "Sirius, what did you say to Molly that prevented her from asking Harry to clean too?"

"I just reminded her that this is my house and that I decide if Harry has to clean something or not. He had to clean enough when he lived with those disgusting Muggles. I want him to have fun now." Sirius said softly.

"I think you succeeded." Remus smiled.

The two boys played until the evening; Harry had won eleven times and Draco ten times.

That night, after taking in both the nutrition potion and the potion for gaining weight, Harry went to sleep, after having played a game of chess against Ron with Draco's help.

This time, he didn't have a nightmare.

AN2: Slightly better than the former ones in my opinion ... Anyway I hope you liked it ^^ Hopefully I managed to get most mistakes edited ...

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