A Very Slytherin Affair

Two weeks later found Harry and Blaise in the same positions. Harry had found a bite mark on Draco's body that he knew for certain he had not put there himself.

Harry failed to notice that he now possessed an identical bite mark.

"Meet me here at eleven o'clock tomorrow night?" he whispered to Blaise, who nodded. As Harry left the room, he failed to notice the look that settled across Blaise's face. It was an expression not unlike one that a vicious predator sports after having cornered his prey. Blaise felt that his prey was well and truly cornered.

Harry slept well that night.

He met Blaise the next night at eleven pm. And then again the next night. And the next.

On the fourth night, Blaise didn't arrive. Harry paced the room, waiting in the hopes that the dark-haired Slytherin had just been delayed, until midnight.

The next morning Harry received a present from Blaise, apologising for not turning up the previous night. He also received a present from Draco, and a note apologising for the fact that they had seen so little of each other recently.

'Draco...'

Harry's stomach clenched in a combination of hurt, anger and guilt at the thought of his boyfriend, and he suddenly had a desperate urge to see the blonde Slytherin boy. He stood up abruptly and, ignoring the puzzled looks he received from Ron, Hermione and the rest of Gryffindor, he began to make his way across the Great Hall. He was stopped as a hand pulled at his robes.

"Harry?" asked Hermione.

"I need to see Draco - I've not spoken to him in so long."

"What are you talking about?" Ron demanded, "You've spent every night so far this week with him!"

Harry bit his lip and glanced towards Blaise, who was sitting calmly next to Draco at the Slytherin table. Hermione narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"You have been with Draco, haven't you, Harry?" she asked suspiciously.

"I - yes! Of course I have!" Harry lied, studiously avoiding her accusatory gaze. "Look, I'll see you both later, okay?" he said, before hurriedly crossing the Great Hall to the Slytherin table. He slid his arms around Draco from behind and kissed the blonde's jawline. He completely ignored the glares they were getting from the rest of Slytherin, and he especially ignored Blaise's wicked grin as he felt Draco shiver at his touch.

"Good morning, Potter," said Draco loftily. "To what do we owe the dubious honour of your presence?"

"That would be your stunning good looks, dearest." Harry grinned, sliding onto the seat inbetween Blaise and Draco.

"Indeed," said Blaise, dryly. "Perhaps we'd better see about getting rid of Draco's stunning good looks, then."

"So, I thought we could go for a drink or something in Hogsmeade tonight?" Harry said conversationally to Draco before smiling at his boyfriend and dropping a kiss onto the blonde's lips.

"Sorry, Potter. He's -studying- with me tonight."

Harry missed the glance that passed between the two Slytherins at Blaise's announcement.

"But - Draco. I never see you anymore," he said unhappily.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but it's imperative that I do some -studying- with Blaise tonight."

Harry failed to notice the way that both Blaise and Draco stressed the word 'studying'.

"Well, how about I join you?" he asked hopefully.

"No!" exclaimed both Slytherins in unison. Harry looked at the two of them in turn with a startled expression on his face.

"What -?"

"I - I meant - you really wouldn't want to join us. You'd be very bored," said Draco hastily.

"Really not your thing, Potter," added Blaise.

"You can fuck right off, Zabini," spat Harry venomously. He really wasn't in the mood to have Blaise prevent him from seeing Draco. Harry felt that the dark-haired Slytherin had been doing quite enough of that already. Harry shot darkly suspicious looks at the two Slytherins before speaking.

"Fine." he said, trying not to sound upset. "That's fine. Whatever. I'll see you later then, Draco." Harry quickly brushed his lips across Draco's before standing up and stalking away.

"Harry!" Harry paused at the worried tone of Draco's voice. "Wait," called the blonde-haired Slytherin as he caught up to Harry. "Walk you to potions?" he asked hopefully.

Harry smiled, and, feeling terribly, terribly guilty for being annoyed at Draco when it was he, Harry, who was in the wrong, he decided immediately that his illicit liasons with Blaise Zabini had to stop.