Why him?

AN : Thanks to everyone that are reading this story, it means a lot that people are interested in my plot. I also thank my beta :)
So now Blaise have had Harry, what do you think will happen between them? Would you prefer a happy ending between them? Or do you prefere problems?

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I felt horrible after the day I let Harry walk out on me, but as time passed I began to turn my attention to something else and managed to forget the aching feeling in my gut that was telling me I did something bad. This time I had my eyes set on a Ravenclaw boy a grade below me; I know he's wanted me since last year but I have had other projects to keep myself occupied with, but now it was time for his reward.

His blue eyes and blond hair was fantastic, better than I imagined at first. If I knew that then I would have offered him a shag a long time ago. I pressed my body against his until he moaned, my hands were ripping off his uniform and my tongue licked its way from his mouth to his cock. He tasted wonderful, but it was far from the perfect taste Harry produced.

Harry tasted innocent; I reminded myself that he was innocent. If he had fucked before me then his smell would probably fade away; it was just my mind that was playing with me again. I tried my best to forget Harry but every time I licked, kissed or touched Daniel I thought about Harry, and how I would rather have him under me.
The way Harry affected me was ridiculous; how could Harry have such power over me? I might think about him but damn it if I shouldn't fuck somebody else. And fucking Daniel was refreshing, even if I didn't enjoy him that much.

After I was finished with him I kissed him and left. He knew well enough what to do, the little whore, not that I judge him. I tried my best to think about the amazing orgasm Daniel had but I still couldn't get my mind of Harry.

The only reasonable conclusion I came up with was that Harry had given me something that makes me think of only him, not that I thought it was possible. It's just because he is Harry Potter, and it made me angry that I wanted him because of that.


And the way Harry was avoiding me was getting ridiculous - he reminded me of a five year old child who ignored his parents because he didn't get his will. Acting like that wouldn't help him, it only made me angry. If he wanted to act like a child I would do the same. Starting from tomorrow I will ignore that bastard.

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I hate Sundays, not because it's the end of the weekend but because it reminds me about the day I planned to fuck Harry Potter. The day I walked over to Draco and made him tell me about Harry's personal life, the day I found out that I had five chances to capture Harry.

The week was amazing, I won't deny that, but it ended in a horrible way. Harry also succeeded to make me feel like an ass, I hate it. I remind myself that it's because he was a virgin, and all the virgins I have had acted like that, like I had taken something important from them; like they didn't offer it to me. Harry was just like them, letting me take him after a single battle, obeying every command I gave him.

But Harry was so much more. His skin, lips, eyes, and even the way he tried to control me was completely different. He was special. So special that I spent every day thinking about him, comparing everyone that I fucked with the way he did those things, and nobody came close.

Every day was torture; I try to ignore him the same way he ignores me, and I don't engage in any conversation that mentions him, I even tried to look away every time I saw him. I felt proud over the way I manage to ignore him, but he does the same thing so he probably doesn't notice my attempt.

Tonight I have arranged a meeting with a girl, not that I think she will help me forget about Harry - no one do that, sometimes they only makes it worse. But it was better to do something than to sit alone and constantly think about him. I waited for Gina, waiting for her reminded me of Harry and the days I waited for him to finish his detention. Everything I did reminded me of him.

“Hi, handsome, you look better than before.” Her entrance didn't interest me, I agreed to one fuck, not to a conversation over something I already knew. So without any delay I grabbed her and pushed into the small room that we would use. She did everything I said, like a puppy that does tricks for rewards. Does anyone have self respect in this school? Don't they know they can say no, or even tell me what they want me to do? Why is it that I always have to guess everything?

Fucking her went faster than I thought. Of course I haven't had an orgasm in four days so that could be the reason. Or maybe she was better than I realized, I wondered if she could be the person that could get my mind off Harry?

She could maybe help me, if it wasn't for her hair; it was horrible - brown, long and neatly combed. If it was black, spiky, messy hair it would be so much better. However, I did love her green eyes, even if they aren't the right shade of green. And her skin is nice, better if it was rougher though. She was perfect, but there was nothing I wouldn't change on her if I had the chance.

That was the moment where I decided to stop trying to find some that could replace Harry and find a way to get Harry back, even if that would be an almost impossible mission since that bastard makes sure I can't even get close to him.

I also decided that if, for some reason, I wouldn't get him back then killing myself would be my next action. Yes, it is drastic, but how can anyone live their life while constantly thinking about someone they can never have? He needs to take me back, that is the only way anyone can be happy.