Expensive Disaster

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Chapter 15 R is for revenge

Draco paced around his room wondering if anything he had said to Harry the night before made a bit of difference. He knew nothing probably would unless he could prove that Tristan and Theo had plotted against him. And the only way he knew to do that was about to knock on his door.

As if on cue, the door rattled as Theo knocked and – for the first time in five weeks – Draco answered it with a smile.

Theo must have noticed the change, because he immediately stepped back and out of Draco’s reach. “Why are you smiling?” he asked tentatively, obviously suspicious.

“I’m smiling because you are going to tell me everything I want to know,” Draco replied, stepping out into the hall.

“What do you mean?” Theo asked, looking around for witnesses in case Draco became violent.

“Tell me what you and Tristan planned, details, everything,” he replied.

“Tristan had nothing to do with it,” Theo muttered and started walking away.

Draco followed him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t feed me a line, Theo. Harry walking in when he did was no coincidence, nor was the open and unlocked door.”

“I’m telling the truth. I stole the costume on my own and impersonated Harry on my own. I only did it to get you back.”

Draco laughed. “You and I both know you’d rather have Tristan than me.”

Theo sighed. “So what?” He left me for Harry just like you did.”

“So then why are you protecting him?” Draco asked.

“I’m not!” Theo shouted, rather suddenly. A stricken look crossed his face before he took a deep, calming breath, continuing once his voice was no longer in danger of cracking, “Look, Draco, just give it up. Harry’s not coming back to you, and Tristan’s not coming back to me, so why shouldn’t we be together?”

“Because I’m supposed to be with Harry – I’m not stopping until I get him back,” Draco replied fiercely.

Theo shook his head. “It’ll never happen. Tristan will never give him up to you.”

“So you admit that Tristan had something to do with this?” Draco asked, excitement coloring his tone.

“What does it matter? Why would Harry be more inclined to believe me than he would you? Just let it go,” the brunette repeated and walked away.

Draco nearly called after him, but he realised Theo was right: his word would mean even less to Harry than Draco’s did. He didn’t know where else to turn though, so he walked alone to the cafeteria and tried to think of a new plan.

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Harry, bundled in several jackets, flopped down onto the snow-covered grounds. He watched the clouds drift by with abandon and envied them their emotionless existence, wondering what it would be like just to float above everything, unaffected by love or hate.

He was feeling both emotions rather strongly right now, and had been since he talked to Draco the night before. He loved Draco to the very core of his being, and those feelings were only amplified when he was near him, or heard his voice or… well when he was awake, or sleeping for that matter.

But he also hated him for his betrayal, and Harry strove to hold onto that feeling instead; love for Draco would do him no good. Love for Draco would only hurt him in the end.

A body pressed beside him in the snow and Harry automatically cringed away.

“Harry, this frigid behavior is going to have to thaw soon. It’s been almost two months,” Tristan chastised.

“I know,” Harry sighed and tried to move closer, but his heart screamed at him to listen to Draco’s words from the night before.

“Haven’t I proven myself to you?” Tristan asked, moving to take up Harry’s view.

“This isn’t about you, I’m just not ready,” Harry replied, feeling ridiculous for putting so much stock into anything Draco told him.

“It’s not as though it’s your first time, it’s not even like it’s our first time,” Tristan goaded.

All of this was true; still, something didn’t sit right. Should he listen to logic or his heart? “This weekend,” he whispered at last, resolutely ignoring anything Draco had said to him. The boy was probably just trying to mess up his relationship with Tristan now, too.

Tristan’s eyes widened slightly. “You’re serious?” he asked.

Harry nodded. “Saturday night, I promise.”

Tristan leaned in and kissed him deeply. Harry tried to respond with as much fervor as he could muster, but his gut was protesting and he started to feel ill. When he pulled away, Harry was silently relieved – even more so when Tristan left to complete his homework assignments.

Dread washed over him as he thought of what he had just agreed to. Part of him felt he was somehow still betraying Draco, but he tried to shove those thoughts away. Even if Draco also felt that way, there was no reason for Harry to care. He should get to live his life as he saw fit.

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“I won,” Tristan sang as he entered Theo’s room. The boy was lounging with a book covering his striking face and he slowly lowered it to fully appreciate the boy entering his room. Tristan was like a golden god: all muscles and pale blonde hair. He was clever and witty and Theo became more and more enamored with him the more time they spent together, though, lately, he had been relegated to the night shift while Tristan pursued Harry.

It made him more angry and bitter than Theo could have predicted, losing not one but two men to the same person. Tristan’s obsession was starting to wear on him though, and Draco’s words earlier had taken hold in his mind.

“Won what?” Theo asked, still feeling awkward from his conversation with Draco. He had been running over and over it since breakfast.

“Harry,” he replied, locking the door and stalking over to where Theo lay already half nude on the bed.

Theo rolled his eyes. “You already won Harry.” He was so sick of hearing that name.

“Yes, but he’s finally agreed to sleep with me, though I doubt there will be much sleeping involved,” Tristan replied with a mischievous wink.

“Would you shut up about Harry already? Every night it’s all you can ever talk about. Did you ever think that I might not be so inclined to hear about your designs on another man?” Theo shouted.

Tristan blinked several times and then began laughing. “You’re kidding right? You always knew this wasn’t exclusive,” he replied, gesturing between the two of them.

“But it doesn’t mean I want to hear about you finally getting your chance to fuck Potter,” Theo replied. “I actually like you Tristan… I more than like you.”

The blonde walked over to his lover and cuddled up beside him, gently stroking his cheek. Theo melted against him immediately. “I like you too, but I’m dating Harry. If you make me choose, I’ll have to pick him,” Tristan told him matter-of-factly.

Theo swatted his hand away and stood up. “You’re a nasty piece of work, Tristan.”

Tristan chuckled and rolled off the bed. “I told you in the beginning not to get too attached. Just calm down and remember why you’re with me.”

“I don’t even know why I agreed to sleep with someone who only has plans to cheat on me,” Theo huffed.

“Once Malfoy comes around you’ll be two timing me as well. You’re only complaining because he still doesn’t trust you,” he replied with a sneer.

“Get out,” Theo ordered, no longer interested in his condescension. He had agreed to an open relationship with the blonde, but only because he thought that if he had a chance to show Tristan who he was, eventually the boy would want him more than he wanted to scheme.

“You’re serious?” Tristan asked, gaping and making no move toward the door.

“Dead,” Theo answered, arms folded over his bare chest. “Out.”

“You might want to rethink that, Theo, because I’m not the type to offer second chances,” Tristan said, shaking his head as if disappointed in a child’s tantrum.

“All I want is someone to like me for me. I thought you were that person, but I find myself pretending to be someone else more and more when I’m with you then I ever did before you came here,” Theo replied. “In fact, if Harry spent some time away from you I’m sure even he would see that he wants more.”

Tristan’s face turned a brilliant shade of angry red and he stepped forward, pressing into Theo’s comfort zone. “If you say a word to Harry,” he began, but Theo cut him off with a wave.

“I have not intention of going to Harry; why would he believe me anyway?” Theo said with a laugh.

“Right. He wouldn’t,” Tristan muttered, more to himself than to anyone else, and padded over to the door. “Sure you won’t reconsider? I might even think about bottoming for you this time,” he offered.

Theo rolled his eyes. “This wasn’t only about the sex for me, Tristan, and I like being the bottom,” he informed him.

“Pity,” Tristan muttered. “You were a good fuck when you shut up and went with it,” he added before walking out the door and slamming it behind him.

Theo took several deep calming breaths, clenching his fists over and over trying to keep himself from running after Tristan and ripping his blonde hair straight from his scalp. He had to remind himself that there was better and more permanent damage he could do to the boy.

He went to his desk and pulled out a stack of papers. Each one was a letter from Tristan, all of them reciting the dirty deeds he planned to reenact when he saw Theo next. Some of them were only days old. Theo used to look on the letters as a symbol that Tristan trusted him, but now he only saw the blonde’s sheer stupidity when he held them.

He unfolded the first one, and scanned it looking for a passage about Harry, because Tristan wrote about the boy almost as much as he talked about him. When he found it, he chuckled to himself and sat down, pulling a highlighter from his drawer and marking each part about Harry.

“The duration of my relationship with Harry will be purely based on how good of a fuck he is.”

“I’m looking forward to Harry’s lips around my cock almost as much as I’m looking forward to burying myself deep inside of you tonight.”

“Maybe once he submits to me we can both have our way with him. It might take some convincing, but just think about how sweet it would be to fuck Harry’s mouth while I pounded him from behind.”

With each passage he highlighted he felt better about leaving Tristan and worse about what he did to Harry and Draco. He deserved better and so did Harry, as much as he still silently hated the boy for taking both of the men he wanted. It was his new mission to make sure that Harry never slept with Tristan, not as much to protect Harry as to make sure Tristan didn’t get what he wanted.

In the wrong hands these letters were damning, and Theo knew just whose hands to put them in.

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Draco ignored the familiar knock at his door; instead turning up the music he was listening to and hoping to get the point across to Theo that he wasn’t interested. The knocking persisted, however, and Draco stormed over to the door, ripped it open, and glared angrily at Theo.

“What?” he hissed at the shirtless smirking boy.

“I think you’ll be less angry with me when you see what I have to offer,” Theo said with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ve already had what you’re selling and I’m not interested,” Draco huffed and started to shut the door, getting angry when he saw Theo’s foot blocking the motion.

“Draco, please. Give me five minutes, I promise you won’t be sorry,” Theo said through the small gap.

“I already am,” Draco muttered but, seeing no other realistic alternative – Theo would keep at him until he wore out – he let go of the door and walked back over to his desk, leaving it open for Theo to come inside.

The other boy did so, and shut it quickly behind him. It was then that Draco spotted the stack of papers Theo held, and his curiosity was suddenly piqued. “You’re really not here to try and sleep with me again are you?” Draco said with a shocked smile.

“Don’t look so surprised,” Theo replied with a roll of his eyes. “I’ve decided to stop sleeping with men who like other men.”

“Usually a sound decision to make,” Draco mused.

“I brought you these,” Theo said, sitting on the bed across from Draco’s chair.

Draco took the stack of letters and quickly thumbed through them, his eyes widening with each passage read. His face heated up and he probably looked as though he would burst with rage. “Why are you showing me these?”

Theo shrugged. “I figured you would know what to do with them. Harry promised Tristan that he would have sex with him soon, and I don’t want that to happen.”

“How soon?” Draco demanded.

“I don’t know, but Tristan sounded pretty confidant, so probably very soon,” Theo replied.

“What made you change your mind?” Draco asked, grateful but still suspicious.

“You… and Tristan of course. The boy is just begging to be taken down,” he said. Theo was laughing, but Draco could see the hurt in his eyes.

“You’ve been seeing him all this time haven’t you?” Draco asked, suddenly angrier for being used.

Theo nodded. “He spent almost every night with me, and the evenings you and Harry had private fencing lessons. He knew Griffin would step up if you ever tried anything with Harry during the lessons.”

Draco shook his head. “He’s been fucking you the entire time he’s been dating Harry?” He wanted to scream and rip the pretentious blonde apart limb from limb. He couldn’t believe the audacity Tristan had and it was a wonder Harry had never caught on.

“Yes, he has, but I put a stop to it tonight and I want to help you ruin him,” Theo told him firmly.

Draco ran his hands through his hair, a gesture he had picked up from Harry, and nodded. “I think it’s time to call Sirius,” Draco said at last, smiling wickedly as he thought of what Harry’s godfather, the king of scheming, might come up with once he had such powerful ammunition at his disposal.

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