All's Fair

Chapter Seven- Sweet Dreams

"Draco," whispered a voice somewhere in the dark.

Draco sat up with a start in his bed, and squinted to see who it was. There was, of course, nothing to see; the curtains around his bed ensured that the space enclosed within was completely covered in velvety darkness.

Suddenly a shaft of moonlight shone onto the bed as one of the curtains was pulled aside for a moment, and then black enveloped him again.

Bedsprings creaked under added weight, as something climbed onto his bed and began to crawl towards him.

"Who are you?" he asked, panicking slightly.

There is something about being blind, wandless and only in your boxers that drains one's confidence a little.

"Do you seriously not know?" asked the voice, which Draco could now identify as male.

"I wouldn't be asking if I did."

"Have a guess."

A breeze from the open window made the curtains surrounding the bed flutter, and Draco saw the silhouette of a messy head of hair.

"Harry?" he croaked.

"Shh..." was the only response from the voice, as Draco felt a soft finger being placed over his lips. "Wouldn't want to wake any of your friends, would we?"

Draco shook his head wildly, drawing a quiet chuckle from the dark haired boy that was currently leaning over him. The paler boy shivered at the feel of Harry's breath on his cheek.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to reconsider," said the boy with a smile that Draco could sense in spite of the darkness.

"Reconsider?"

"Yes. You know, about the whole slave thing."

"You mean admit that you beat me?"

"Of course. What do you say?"

"What's in it for me?"

Bedsprings creaked again, as Harry shifted above him so that his face was only inches above Draco's.

"I can make it very worth your while," he whispered as he bent his head to lower his lips onto his.

As far as Draco knew, Harry had not had many partners, but you would never have guessed from the expert that the raven haired boy was currently delivering.

He choked back a moan as Harry moved again, pulling covers out of the way in order to get better access to the body below him. Draco shivered with desire as he felt a hand tugging at his boxers.

When Harry had finally managed to rid Draco of the offending garments, he pulled back and ran exploring hands over the boy below him.

Well, more specifically, the most... interesting aspects.

Draco gasped as he felt fingers lightly running down his length. "Harry..."

"What is it, Draco? Want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop. Never stop."

Harry made no reply other than to kiss him, which the blond boy had no problem with at all. The amazing things that Harry was doing to him were causing white spots of pleasure to appear before his eyes.

In fact, there were so many spots that it looked almost like daylight.

And strangely, Draco could see everything; the bedcovers, the curtains, Blaise...

Blaise?

Draco was extremely disconcerted to find that Harry and his talented hands appeared to have vanished.

"What are you doing here?" he asked his dark haired fellow Slytherin boy, quickly pulling up the blanket to cover up the rather large erection that he was now sporting.

"Waking you up like normal," came the cheerful reply.

"Ah. And was... was there anyone else in bed that may have, say, run off as soon as you came?"

"No. You were all on your own, moaning and writhing around a bit."

Draco blanched. "And did you, uh, hear what I was saying?" he asked nervously.

"Not really. Well, I think I caught 'No, not the mop. Never the mop,' but I must have misheard, because I'm pretty sure that mops don't really float your boat."

Draco snorted. "Too right. Now go away, I want to get dressed."

Blaise shrugged, then stepped back, allowing the curtains to fall around the bed again.

Draco was therefore immediately plunged into darkness once more, so had to content himself with swearing colourfully as he sought his wand -no, not that one- on one of his bedside tables.

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Draco stormed down to breakfast, followed by a very nervous Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and Pansy.

He could hear them whispering to each other about the cause for his bad mood- Blaise apparently had no problem filling them in with all the humiliating details that he could remember.

The problem with being in Slytherin was that spreading potentially malicious gossip was something of a hobby for many of its occupants.

He threw himself onto one of the benches on the Slytherin table, helped himself to a piece of toast, and began to methodically shred it.

Draco scowled at Harry as he all but bounced into the room with Ron and Hermione, impossibly vibrant for such a ridiculously early hour of a Friday morning.

"Bloody Potter," muttered Draco to himself.

Crabbe and Goyle looked up from their heaped plates, then resumed eating.

"Bloody Potter with his bloody friends and being his bloody attractive self. Bloody... oh crap. Who heard me?"

"I did," said Blaise.

"Me too!" added Pansy.

Crabbe and Goyle looked up again, grunted, then returned to their food.

"Oh. And, er, what do you think?"

"Well," said Pansy slowly, "I'm not exactly surprised."

"Yeah, I mean, we all knew that you were gay, and if you like the whole tall dark and handsome thing, then it's got to be Potter. Or me. But I don't actually want you to like me like that. No offence."

"None taken, I think."

"So," interrupted Pansy just as Blaise was opening his mouth again, "what exactly has been going on with you and Potter over the last few days?"

"Well, Harry and- oh shut up," Draco snapped as Pansy and Blaise simpered, "anyway, we have this sort of game thing going on. The one who loses is a slave to the other for a week."

"Ooh, sounds like fun."

"Who suggested it?" asked Blaise.

"I did, what would you expect?"

"Aww, our little Draco's started his first twisted sex game," said Pansy dreamily. "I'm so proud of you."

"He's come such a long way... A true Slytherin at last..." continued Blaise. The two clasped their hands together and looked at Draco as if he was a toddler that had done a particularly wonderful finger painting.

"What the hell are you two going on about?" asked Draco angrily, pretty certain by now that he was being mocked. "I've always been the true Slytherin-"

"You've always been half a true Slytherin."

"The whole bullying thing seems to be pretty much natural for you, but you completely left out the whole kinky side of our house."

"Now, however, you are a proper Slytherin. We're so happy for you."

"Hey," said Draco indignantly, "It's not like I'm the only Slytherin virgin..."

Silence fell on the table.

"But surely..." started Draco weakly. "I mean, Crabbe... oh come on guys..."

Still silence.

"Okay, fine! I am officially changing the subject!"

Blaise and Pansy giggled to themselves as the other Slytherins hurriedly returned to their meals, having long become immune to Draco's death glares, threats and suchlike.

Pansy cleared her throat. "So, Draco, what do we do next on this whole game thing?"

Draco choked on his coffee. "We?"

"Oh but of course, did you seriously think that you could win this game without us?"

"That's what I had been planning on," growled Draco.

Blaise gave a disdainful snort. "Honestly, for the reputed 'King of Slytherin,' you are rather naïve. Do you honestly think that you can do this on your own? Potter certainly isn't."

"He isn't?"

"Of course not. He couldn't have pulled off that stunt yesterday without the help Gryffindor's resident know-it-all."

"So you two are planning on helping me?"

"House pride, Draco. You are the representative of Slytherin, and we must make sure that you are going to win."

"Thanks. I think."

"Whatever. So, what's first on your prank list?"

"Prank list?" asked Draco incredulously.

"You do have a prank list," started Pansy, looking a little concerned, "don't you?"

"Er, not as yet. Should I?"

"I cannot believe that you thought for one moment that you would survive another day without us!" cried Blaise. "You're useless!"

"I'm doing alright so far," protested Draco.

"I hate to remind you, dear, but you ran out of the Great Hall yesterday with a giant, reeking orange plant on your head."

"Oh yes, I knew I forgot something. Thanks for the reminder."

"It's alright, though," said Blaise sympathetically, "we're here now. Nothing can go wrong..."

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"Harry, yesterday was really brilliant," said Seamus excitedly. "What are you going to do next?"

"Don't really know yet," replied the boy absentmindedly, his gaze straying to the Slytherin table where Draco was talking animatedly to Blaise and Pansy.

"Harry," said Ron, following his gaze, "I don't like the look of them. They seem to be plotting."

"I think that for once, I am going to have to agree."

"What were you two talking about?" asked Hermione, turning away from her conversation with Ginny.

"Draco appears to have teamed up with Blaise and Pansy for this whole game thing."

Hermione's lip curled. "Pansy Parkinson? Don't worry, she has nothing on us. But that won't stop me exacting my revenge on her."

"Revenge? For what?"

"Well nothing really specific. But still, painful, evil revenge!"

"But the game only concerns Draco," protested Harry.

"Not any more! I am officially entering against Pansy!"

"I suppose," said Ron none too cheerfully, "that you expect me to go against Blaise now."

"Of course! Tell him, Harry!"

Harry, however, was fighting the urge to sniggle madly at his friends. If they knew what the game really was....

"I think," added Ron, "that we should make the challenge official!"

"What?" squeaked Harry.

"Yes," said Hermione, quickly warming to the idea. "We should go and tell the Slytherins that we are entering the game."

"B-but," started Harry, guessing correctly that Draco would have told the Slytherins everything, and that he and his friends were minutes away from getting laughed out of the Great Hall.

"Oh come on, Harry," said Ron, "where's your pride? Let's show them what Gryffindors are really made of."

Yes, thought Harry. Gryffindors are rash, rather stupid, jump into things before knowing the whole story.... I should have let the hat put me in Slytherin. Oh no, where are they going?

Ron and Hermione had stood and were making their way over to the Slytherin table.

"Pansy," said Hermione loudly, "I am officially challenging you to enter into the game that Harry and Draco are playing!"

"And I challenge Blaise!" added Ron.

Harry went scarlet and hurried out of the room as most of the Slytherin table fell backwards off their benches, roaring with laughter.