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Disclaimer: Harry and Draco are not mine, regretfully. How much money do you think it would take for J.K. Rowling to sign her rights over to the world of fan fiction where we no longer have to write disclaimers? Would a life be priced high enough?

Warning: Slash : M/M , Angst and extreme graphic description of sex between males

A/N: I’m still unfamiliar with this whole Warning stuff and what I’m supposed to put in it, so if anyone has anything to suggest, please do. Even suggest a new title if you want. I don’t particularly like this one.


New Conquest

/ Seventh year, Hogwarts /
Harry smirked at Ron as he took out his carving knife and reached underneath his bed to pull out his masterpiece. A beautiful slab of mahogany wood with birds and rose bushes carved into it. For every person that he had ever slept with, Harry had carved a rose onto a bush. Ron glared at him.
“What’s the matter, ickle Ronniekins? Not making progress with your new victim?”
Ron snorted and lay back on his bed, arms folded behind his head.
“As if seducing a Slytherin should be so easy.”
“Ah, so Zabini is still refusing your advances? Funny, Snape’s pants weren’t as hard to get into.”
Ron’s eyes bulged out of his eyes as he turned to look at Harry.
“You seduced that slimy git?”
“Why not? Besides, he didn’t know it was me. Why do you think Neville and Snape are together now? I used Polyjuice to disguise myself as Neville and true to my suspicions; Snape was very hot for him. Don’t look down on him either just because he has greasy hair. He was rather good at sucking cock.”
Ron shuddered.
“Harry, I definitely draw the line at that. That is one thing I never ever wanted to hear, nor ever want to ever again. Neville, I can stand him with Snape. After all, Snape has become slightly better because of him. But you, I can’t believe you would stoop to such levels. You could have anyone in this school … except …”
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Except?”
“Malfoy.”
Harry threw his head back in mirth, laughter bubbling from his lips.
“You think that I can’t get Malfoy?”
“No, I’m sure that you can’t get him.”
Harry stopped laughing.
“And why would that be?”
“Because if I can’t get into Zabini’s pants, it will be so much harder for you to get into Malfoy’s. According to Zabini, Malfoy is even more virtuous than he is. Zabini’s slept with one person in his life. And that was his first and only boyfriend so far. Malfoy’s apparently a virgin for all that talk on the block. And on top of that, according to Zabini, Malfoy’s also stick straight. Malfoy’s also never gone beyond kissing, and that’s only with Parkinson, his arranged fiancée.”
“So you are saying that I can’t get him? I turned you gay if I remember correctly. Proof is right here on the board. My very first rose, thank you very much. Are you now telling me that I’m not desirable enough?”
Ron sighed.
“Harry, it’s not that. It’s just … everyone wants you, but everyone wants Malfoy more. Malfoy could get anyone he wanted, including you. Just, I don’t think he’s really all that interested.”
Harry stiffened.
“And why not?”
“Harry, think about what you’re saying! This is Malfoy, your greatest nemesis besides You-Know-Who. You’ve only been enemies since before the first day of school. He hates you, you hate him, remember?”
Harry grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, but who ever said you had to like someone to fuck them? Hate is a very strong emotion, it’s good for bed activities too. Besides, I like a challenge.”
Ron rolled his eyes.
“So you want to make it your new challenge then? I wish you good luck.”

Next morning, Harry grinned at the sight of Malfoy sitting with his back to Gryffindor table.
‘My new conquest, here I come.’
Ron noticed Harry rubbing his hands together gleefully and couldn’t help but feel sorry for Malfoy.
/ Draco Malfoy, watch out. You better run away as fast as you can while it’s still bright and early. /
Hermione whispered into Ron’s ear. “Who’s Harry’s new conquest?”
“Malfoy.”
Hermione’s eyebrows shot past her hairline, but she wisely kept silent. However, she couldn’t brush the sense of foreboding that came over her. Nothing good could never come out of this.