Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: I am excited to have this chapter finished. My next chapter is going to be pretty good. At least I hope it will be. We are finally going to see some action between Draco & Harry. Bout damn time, right! I have come to the realization that this story may be pretty long. I have so much that I want to put into it. Hang in there with me please!

Green goes with Envy

Harry tossed restlessly in his bed, unable to get comfortable. It was three in the morning and he was exhausted. He sat up shakily, his eyes wandering to his bedside table drawer. He only had a couple of the pills left that Fadien had given him for his injury. The pain had not subsided much since the incident happened almost month before.

Harry rubbed his chest absently. It felt tender and his whole body had started to hurt. Harry didn't know much about werewolves. Maybe it was time to talk to Remus. Surely he would know what to do, and now that he was back at Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he would be easily accessible. Harry was reluctant to talk to him though. Remus would want to know the details of what had happened and Harry didn't want to give the man any more ammunition to lecture him. He was tired of lectures.

He decided that he would go talk to Madam Pomfrey in the morning. She probably had some kind of healing potion that would help. He didn't have to tell her how he got injured, just that he needed some pain medication. Harry pulled out another one of the pills and headed to the bathroom for some water. 7th year students were allowed their own rooms but shared a bathroom with one other student. Harry's suitemate was Neville. Ron had his own room with a private bath because he was Head Prefect. It was the same for the girls.

Harry stared into the polished mirror, blinking his bright green eyes. What was it about them that got everyone so worked up? Most of the female and half the male population had just about fawned over him since school started two weeks. He had received no less than twenty "secret admirer" letters. Suspicious boxes of candy, no doubt laced with love potions arrived daily. Everywhere he went, he could hear his name whispered in the halls.

That was nothing new of course; he had endured that since he came to Hogwarts. But some people were really starting to freak him out. The Creevy brothers were still openly enthralled with him. He had actually caught Justin Finch-Fletchley outside the Gryffindor common room, trying to work up the nerve to tell him how he felt. His whispered declarations of love for the Gryffindor were so mind-numbingly sweet, that Harry didn't have the heart to interrupt him and let him know he was standing right in front of him. He left without a word.

Ginny was another matter entirely. His talk with her had only made things worse. She was more determined than ever to make their relationship work. The idea of other women sniffing around him drove her absolutely crazy. She worked tirelessly at confronting would-be suitors. In less than two weeks, she had confronted at least five girls, demanding that they stay away from him.

Ginny didn't seem to understand that her confrontations only increased their interest. Everyone wanted a piece of Harry, if it caused her to act like that. He was getting invitations for romantic and sexual trysts left and right. A fourth year boy had offered him a blowjob. Walked right up to him and just offered. Harry didn't even know his name.

Harry knew that was another issue keeping him awake at night. This thing with Blaise was bugging him. He didn't know what it was, but things had definitely changed between them. Even though the kiss at the party was joke, Blaise had definitely responded to it. And Harry didn't want to admit it, but he had enjoyed it as well. But he had chalked it up to the excitement of the evening and the drinks. He wasn't attracted to men, so he definitely wasn't gay.

I've been having sex with Ginny, he kept telling himself. But Ginny had been his first sexual relationship. Nothing had ever happened with Cho. And he had to admit, he hadn't been with Ginny that many times. Their relationship had started late in his 6th year, and then he was gone most of the summer. He had been with her about five times, and she had initiated all of the encounters.

Harry had felt himself get aroused when Blaise had kissed him on the train. For once he was glad to see Malfoy. Who knows what would have happened if he hadn't shown up when he did. Harry often caught Blaise looking at him at meal times and during the classes they had together. He gave him a weird jittery feeling in his stomach and a blush to his cheeks. Was he attracted to blokes? Or was it just Blaise? Wait, was he attracted to Blaise? It was too much for Harry to process at the moment. He also had Malfoy to contend with as well.

The blonde jerk was really showing his ass this year. He watched over Blaise like a mother hen, which clearly annoyed the other Slytherin. Harry could tell from the exasperated looks Blaise would give him in the Great Hall. Blaise had taken to speaking to Harry when he saw him, which usually sent Malfoy into cardiac arrest. His eyes would turn almost black and they would shrink to thin lines because they narrowed so much.

Harry enjoyed pissing him off; it was hilarious seeing him get so upset. He often made big spectacles of himself when he greeted Blaise, just to annoy him further. Harry had no idea why the boy was acting so strange. Surely Malfoy couldn’t be that controlling over his friends. Had their hatred for each other really gotten that far out of control? Harry was glad that Blaise was not caving in to the almighty prick.

Harry went back to his bed. The pill had already started to work. He could the soothing waves rolling over his body, his pain dimming to nothingness, his mind going blank. Harry smiled lazily.

HPDM

Draco was also having a sleepless night. His space had been invaded by Pansy, who had invited herself into his private suite for a booty call, even though he hadn't called her. He knew he was in trouble the minute he had opened the door and saw her in a pink see-through chiffon teddy. He was not in the mood to entertain, and definitely not her.

He had sighed irritably, hoping she would take the hint. She hadn't and had proceeded to try to get him in the mood by planting sloppy kisses all over him. Despite the fact that he wasn't in the mood, he really didn't want to hear her whine and pout if he didn't comply. He was having a major crisis in his life.

The first was his mother. Narcissa had taken over the family estate now that Lucius was in Azkaban, and was completely mucking it up. He had received several owls from family members warning him that if things got any worse, the Malfoy estate may be in jeopardy. What could he do about it? He was still in school for Merlin’s sakes!

Second, and very high on his list of concerns, was the Death Eater problem. His father still wanted him to follow the Dark Lord and continue the work. Rumors of the coming war, mysterious deaths and strange happenings were sprouting up all over the place. Draco wasn't ready to make a decision on that. As if he really had a choice.

Pansy was another problem. It was traditional for pureblood families to have arranged marriages to assure the bloodline continued. His mother was pushing the marriage with the Parkinsons. Draco had no desire to get married, now or anytime soon; and especially not to Pansy. Get off my back already!

His newest irritation was Blaise. Blaise and fucking Potter. He was so incensed by their newfound friendship that he couldn't even see straight. He couldn't understand why Zabini was engaging Potter in conversation. Every time he tried to bring it up with his friend, Blaise would tell him to mind his business.

Draco had seen the way half the school was under the same spell. Love sick girls staring at him at meals and class. There were owls constantly flapping through the Great Hall dropping him gifts and letters. It was sickening! Yeah, he got his own fan mail and adoring looks, but this was Potter!

"Green-eyed bastard! He isn't all that good looking! Who gives a rat's ass about that Gryffindork?" Draco muttered.

SLAP! A hand connected with the side of his head.

"Whaaaa…?"

Draco stared wide-eyed at the assaulter. Pansy was glaring at him. Oh, shit! He had completely forgotten she was there. Did he say that out loud? He realized that Pansy had been giving him a blow job. He hadn't even noticed.

"I know you were not just thinking about Potter, Draco", she hissed, venom swirling in her voice. Her eyes flashed murder. Draco swallowed thickly. He tried to laugh.

"Of course not, Pansy! Why would I be thinking about that idiot?" He had been so startled that he knew he didn't sound convincing at all.

"Come off it, Draco! Do you think I'm stupid? I see how you act because Blaise is his new best friend. You're jealous! Don't bother denying it. I know you and you can't stand a little competition."

This was the second time someone said he was jealous.

"JEALOUS! Of Potter?? Oh my god, Pansy! Can you be any more dim-witted?? I have no reason to be jealous of him. What does he have that I don't have more of? I have money, looks, two living parents, I'm smarter than him, I'm a pureblood…give me a fucking break!"

Draco was furious. He kicked Pansy in the throat. She fell back, gasping, her face red.

She sat up, rubbing her neck. She narrowed her eyes at him and then spoke.

"No reason to be jealous, huh? Potter is the Quidditch king! He has the best damn broom in the whole school. His parents left him a fortune and now he has the entire Black fortune as well. He might have as much money as you! His name is everywhere and other than the Dark Lord, who has more publicity? And my god, Draco, have you seen him lately? He is bloody gorgeous! And if I can admit that, then he is.

Weasley is straight up stuck on stupid about him. He must have rocked her fucking world. And now, your best friend is even being cool with him. I think Blaise could easily fall in love with Potter. I know he has a wide variety of tastes."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?"

"You heard what I said. I can't believe you, Draco. In the middle of us having sex, you want to talk about Potter. Get a grip, Draco. You got some issues."

She jumped off the bed and picked up her robe and put it on. She turned her nose up at Draco.

“I’m leaving.”

Draco leapt off the bed to grab Pansy, who was turning to leave the room. He didn't care that he was naked and probably looked ridiculous as all get out, chasing her to the door. He grabbed her arm tightly, his breath coming in rapid heaves.

"Are you implying that Blaise is a pouf and messing around with Potter?” Draco struggled to get his breathing under control.

"Let me go, Draco! I'm not implying anything. If you want to know, then you need to talk to Blaise about that. But you know what? Maybe I'm wrong about that. Maybe you are the one in love with Potter, because you have got this obsession thing down cold. You could give Weasley a run for her money."

She jerked her arm away. "I still love you Draco, but you need some help." She left the room.

Draco stood there seething. How could Pansy say those things? Blaise wasn't gay! He experimented sure, but all out gay? Blaise would have told him. Wouldn't he? He wasn't even going to address the rest of her bullshit claim.

Jealous? In love with Potter? Obsessed? Pansy must totally be high! He needed a drink himself, after that little speech. Fuck that! He needed some answers! He pulled on his shorts and a t-shirt and left the room. He headed down the hall to his friend’s suite. Blaise shared his bathroom suite with Theodore.

Once Draco reached Blaise’s door, he hesitated. He had been determined less than thirty seconds ago, but now that he was here, he wasn't sure if this was the right thing to be doing. He took a breath and turned to go back to his room, but then he heard a voice coming from the room. A male voice and it wasn't Blaise's.

Draco's brow furrowed, his heart hammering in his chest. What if Blaise was gay? Shit! What if that was Potter with him in the room right now? Without another thought, he snatched out his wand and literally blasted the door open.

Draco stormed into the room, eyes on fire. He didn’t know what he would do if Potter were actually in Blaise’s bed. He hadn’t thought that far in advance.

Blaise jumped up when the door flew open. A very nervous Justin Finch-Fletchley scampered to a corner. Both men were fully dressed.

Draco blinked. Oh, shit, how was he going to explain this intrusion? But he was so relieved that it was not Potter that he was ready to kiss Justin himself. Draco knew he was not emotionally ready to handle the sight of Potter in Zabini’s bed.

Blaise looked at Draco as if he were one of the blast-ended skreets. He spoke slowly, almost as if Draco was mentally challenged.

“Draco. I’m. going. To. Give. You. One. Second. To. Get. Out. of. My. Room.”

“Blaise, why the hell is that Hufflepuff git in your room?” He gave a look of disgust at Justin.

Justin blinked back. “Ummm…Blaise, I’ll talk to you later.” He hurried past Draco and away from the ugly scene that was sure to start.

Blaise moved towards Draco, shaking his head. “Draco, what are you doing? Why did you bust into my room like that? I know we are friends but lately you are really pushing it. What’s the problem?” He looked angry.

“You didn’t answer my question, Blaise. Why was he in your room? And this late at night?” He asked pointedly.

Blaise’s mouth curled up in a sneer. “I don’t see how that’s your business, Draco. Justin’s a friend. He wanted to talk. Now get out.”

“Oh so it’s Justin, now? When the hell did you start talking to Hufflepuffs? And he’s a mudblood! What is going on with you? Have you lost your mind? And what is this shit with Potter? Are you fucking him?” Draco scrunched up his mouth. That had just slipped out.

Blaise snorted. “What? Is that what this is about? Potter? That’s why you just barged into my room in the middle of the night to ask me if I’m fucking Potter?” He raised an eyebrow. “And if I was, how is that your concern?”

Draco tilted his head slightly. “How is that my concern? You fucking Harry Potter? Ummm…let’s see…because that would be so god-damned insane Blaise! You aren’t gay!”

Blaise looked at Draco. “No, I’m not gay, Draco. But I do what I do. This conversation is over.”

“Blaise, are you fucking him? Just tell me. I won’t be mad, I promise”. He moved closer to his friend, a strange look on his face. Blaise watched Draco warily. He didn’t completely trust him with that wand in his hand.

“Draco, leave it alone. It’s none of your business. I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“Dammit Blaise, why are you acting like such an ass? Why won’t you be honest with me? Just tell me the truth!” Draco was on the verge of hysteria. “Tell me, are you fucking him?? Are you…in love with him?” Draco suddenly realized a more horrible truth. “Is he in love with you?” Fear seized his heart.

“Why are you so concerned about what I’m doing? Do I get all in your business with who are dealing with? NO! So stop asking, Draco. I mean it.”

Draco’s chest constricted. Blaise didn’t answer the question. That must mean they were in some type of relationship. This could not be happening! He thought of all the times that Blaise was absent from the House. Was he with Harry during those times?? Had Harry been in his room?? When did this all happen? How did he not know that his best friend liked guys? Or that he was dating his rival?? Draco stared at Zabini as if he had never seen him before. So many secrets…

“Blaise! You are dating him, aren’t you?! Aren’t you?? Since the party?? Have you been sneaking to see him? Why didn’t you tell me you were involved with him? Or that you’ve gone completely gay? I thought we were friends! How could you do this to me?

“What am I doing to you, Draco? This has nothing to do with you. You can hate Harry all you want. I’m not forcing him down your throat. My personal life is just that…personal. I know we did something way back when we didn’t know any better, but I’ve found that I liked it. I didn’t tell you that I continued with it because I knew you wouldn’t understand. Look at this conversation! I am not going to sit here and justify my life to you. If you can’t understand that, then maybe we don’t need to be friends anymore.”

“You’re willing to end our friendship over Potter?” Draco asked, incredulously.

“This isn’t about Harry, Draco. This is about you not staying out of my business. You’ve acted like a right foul git so far this year. I’m getting tired of your attitude.”

Draco’s silver eyes blazed dangerously. “Well, if that’s how you want to be about it, then.”

“Draco, stop acting like a prat. But fine, I’ll answer your question. No, I’m not with Harry, yet.

Draco glared even harder. “Yet? So you do have a plan then?”

Blaise opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t have a chance to answer. His eyes caught movement behind Draco’s head. Crabbe and Goyle had appeared in the blown out doorway, both sleepy eyed.

“What’s going on? What happened to your door, Blaise? Why are you pointing your wand at Blaise, Draco?”

“Draco was just leaving, so are the rest of you. It’s all good.” He gave Draco a hard look. “I will forgive my friend for his intrusion, but only once. Get out!” He picked up his own wand and pointed it at the door. “Reparo.”

Draco stood looking at his friend. He knew Blaise was pissed, but he was also. He also knew that Blaise wouldn’t say any more on the subject, so there was no point in trying to push the conversation. He turned on his heel and left the room, returning to his own suite.

He went into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Hot, angry silver eyes stared back. Draco slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it into hundreds of little pieces. Blood spurted from his hand, as the shards of glass littered the floor like silvery pieces of confetti. He dipped his finger in his own blood and wrote a name on the wall. He stared at his work, as if trying to memorize each letter in front of his eyes. He quickly smeared it away, leaving crimson streaks. The house elf that cleaned the bathroom next morning wondered what word had contained the letter “a”, before it cleaned the evidence away.

HPDM

Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a pain numbing potion. It was not the easiest thing to finagle from the Healer. She had wanted to examine him, but Harry didn't want her to see that he no longer had any scars. The actually physical damage had been minor, but the pain was down deep somewhere in his body. He wasn't able to explain. She had let him go with a lecture and a major scowl.

Harry took the recommended amount of potion at lunch. He hoped for a good result. He was feeling pretty bad.

“Harry, what’s that potion you just took?” Hermione asked.

“Just a pain potion. I haven’t been feeling all that well.”

“You still hurt from that werewolf attack? What did Madam Pomfrey say?”

“I didn’t exactly tell her what the problem was. I know she would have gone crazy if I had told her I had been attacked. So I improvised.” Harry didn’t want to catch Hermione’s eye. He knew what was coming.

“Harry! You lied to Madam Pomfrey? How do you know that potion is even going to work? I can’t believe that she gave you something without knowing the truth.”

Harry looked at Ron. Save me, he mouthed.

“Hermione, give him a break, ok? If it gets serious, I’m sure he will come clean. Right, Harry?” He gave Harry a knowing look.

“Yeah, of course. Besides, I want to talk to Remus about it. He can probably help me. I just need something to take the edge, ya know.”

Hermione didn’t look convinced. She narrowed her eyes at Harry. “Well, you had better, or I will tell her myself.”

Harry sighed. He loved Hermione dearly, but sometimes he just wished she would leave him alone. It was time for NEWT Potions. By the 7th year, students could select what advanced classes they wanted to take, as long as they had passed their OWLs. Harry was taking Potions, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms He still had his eye on becoming an Auror.

Professor Snape had lazily waved his wand and the directions for the potion to be brewed appeared on the board. Harry went to get the ingredients for the potion, when he was intercepted by Blaise, also on his way to the supply cabinet.

“Hey Harry”, he said, giving the Gryffindor a sexy smile. Harry gazed at the Slytherin.

“Hey Blaise.”

“You know Harry, we have been saying ‘hi’ to each other for a few weeks now. How bout taking it a step further? Can we meet after class sometime?”

Harry was taken aback. Did Blaise Zabini just ask him out? Harry’s eyes widened. What was he up to? He looked at Blaise suspiciously.

“No offense, Blaise, but I don’t think so. I mean, thank you for saving my life and all, but what would your reason be for us to hang out? We aren’t exactly, friends.”

“That’s the whole point, Harry. I know we aren’t friends. But I’m trying to remedy that. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking for more out of my life.”

“And how will your fellow purebloods take that? Half of your House are Death Eaters in training. Surely you’re going to get some shit for befriending me.”

“Look, I don’t blindly follow what my friends say, ok? Obviously, I am a little different than them, if you know what I mean. I’m pretty much going to be an outcast soon enough. I might as well go out with wands blazing. Why not be cool with the Boy Wonder, who also just happens to be the sexiest bloke at Hogwarts? If I’m going to do it, I’m going to do it big.” He chuckled to himself. “So how bout it, Harry?”

Harry felt the blush slowly creeping onto his cheeks. God, he was going to have to stop doing that! Harry thought about what Blaise was asking. It wasn’t like he wanted a vial of his blood. He just asked to meet after class. What was the big deal? He tilted his head slightly, giving Blaise the once over.

“Please Harry. I’ll be good, I promise.” He gave what he hoped were puppy dog eyes.

Harry laughed. “Ok, fine, we can meet after class. Later this week, then.” He went back into the classroom with his ingredients.

Blaise was smiling as he returned to his desk. He frowned at Draco, who was staring at him with barely concealed rage. Draco had been acting so strange lately. The scene in his room the other night was so out of character for Draco. Draco was normally cold as ice, but he knew that only Potter ever got Draco hot and bothered. He knew how much Draco hated Harry, but he hadn’t expected Draco to flip out like he did.

Draco was going to be pretty upset with him, because Blaise was serious about getting to know Harry. And if things worked out for him, Harry would be around a lot more.

After class, Ron cornered Harry. “Did I see you talking to Zabini in the closet?”

Harry squirmed. “Yeah, you saw me. Blaise isn’t so bad a bloke. He seems ok, away from Malfoy, that is.”

Ron raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but that’s just it. He’s never away from Malfoy. He’s up to something. Mark my words.”

Harry shrugged. “We’ll see. He wants to meet after class this week.”

Ron spluttered. “Really? Why?”

“He saved my life. Maybe now he wants to get to know the guy he saved. I don’t know.”

Harry hoped that would appease Ron. He knew what Blaise was really after.

Ron nodded. “I guess that would be a good enough reason. But if he tries anything, I’ll beat him to a pulp.” Harry laughed good-naturedly at his friend. They started walking away from the dungeons.

Draco stepped out from a small alcove, his finger nails digging painfully into his palms. He watched the Gryffindors as they left the dungeons.

There was no way in hell he was going to let Blaise get together with Potter.