Just a Game

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Chapter 1. Foolish Games

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was losing. At cards.
He stared angrily at the cards in front of him. Those cards wouldn't win him anything, and he needed to win.
Across from him sat a smug, spoiled Slytherin brat. He was losing to Daco Malfoy and the last thing he ever planned to do was lose to Draco Malfoy.
Actually the last thing he had ever planned to do was play with Malfoy, even at cards. They despised each other. That, at least, hadn't changed in the 6 years they'd been at Hogwarts.
Behind him, Ron Weasley glanced at his friend's cards and sucked in a breath.
"Harry, old boy," he whispered. "You'd better hope to hell that Malfoy has nothing, because otherwise you're toast."
Harry didn't appreciate the fact the Ron agreed with him. Didn't appreciate the fact that Ron had urged him to accept this bizarre proposal. Fervently appreciated the fact the Ron didn't know the stakes. Of course, Harry was in to deep waaaaaaay before he'd heard them.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had caught Harry alone outside the Gryffindor common room.
"Hey Potter. Wanna go at Cards?"
"With you? Get real."
"Scared?"
"I just don't want to get that close to you, Malfoy."
Draco's eyes had held a funny look.
"I'll make it worth your while, Potter. High stakes are always more fun."
"I said no, Malfoy"
"I know you did, but you will say yes."
"Oh, why?"
"Because I know what you, Weasley and the mudblood were doing late last night. That's enough to get you kicked out of Hogwarts, as you know."
"You're going to blackmail me into playing cards with you?"
"If that's what it takes."
"You disgust me."
"Do you want to hear the terms?"
"Might as well."
Draco flicked his head at Crabbe and Goyle and they moved out of hearing distance.
"We play at Poker. 5 rounds. If you win the most, I'll buy you a Skypro 5000 broom. Those things are expensive. Even on my budget it'd wipe me out, and on yours…" Draco paused to look Harry up and down. "I doubt even The Boy Who Lived could afford to spend that much on a broom."
Harry's ears reddened with rage. Draco was always flashing his money around. He was almost tempted to leave, but the prospect of a Skypro 5000 halted him.
"And if you win?"
"You're mine."
"What?"
"You're mine."
"Clarify, you twat."
"What's there to clarify? If I win, you're mine for 24 hours."
"I don't accept."
"You have to if you don't want to be expelled. I'll just have a quiet chat to Filch, show him my proof and you know exactly how fast the news will get back to that Muggle-loving fool of a principal."
"What proof do you have?"
"Photos."
A long pause. Finally Harry replied coldly.
"I'll see you in the Astronomy tower at 12 o'clock tonight."
"I look forward to beating you."
"I look forward to trying out my new broom."

So it was that Harry was sitting across from the boy he most hated and was about to lay down the worst hand of cards ever played. Draco's smile widened. Harry swore he had heard Ron's whispered comment.
"This is the 5th round, Potter. If you loose this one…" he inclined his head smugly. "I win."
It was true. They had both won 2 of the previous 4 rounds. Harry was darkly grateful to Draco for not mentioning exactly what Draco would win-or what Harry would lose. Sighing, he placed his cards down. Draco's grin widened with each card. 2, Queen, Jack, 5, 6. Nothing at all.
"Looks like you lose," Draco crowed as he showed his cards.
5, 5, King, King, King. A full house.
Ron sucked in his breath again.
Draco stared intensely at Ron.
"Leave, now." He commanded.
"Not bloody likely," Ron snapped back.
"Make him leave."
This was directed at Harry.
Harry bit his lip. "Ron… you had better leave." Ron stared at Harry, who refused to meet his eyes.
"You heard the boy, Weasley. Scat, vamoose, begone!" with a flick of his wrist he sent Crabbe and Goyle on their way, and Ron reluctantly followed.
"So," Draco whispered, stalking around the table. "You're mine… until Midnight tomorrow."
Harry was silent for a long while.
"What do you want me to do?" he finally snapped. "Follow you around like a puppy? Wear a sign around my neck saying 'Potter Sucks'?"
Draco laughed. "All that will come, Potter. For now what I want is much more simple. Stand up."
Harry glared sullenly at the pale haired Slytherin boy as he did as commanded. Draco grabbed him by the upper arms and then leaned suddenly and pressed his lips to the other boy's. Harry jerked back in shock, breaking Draco hold on his arm and retreating to the other side of the room.
"What the hell was that, Malfoy?" he practically screamed.
Draco regarded him for a moment. "Quiet down, Potter. Do you want the whole school to know you just snogged me?"
"I snogged you? I snogged you?"
Draco laughed. "The specifics are irrelevant. You're mine for 24 hours, Potter, and I want to know what the mudblood fool sees in you."
Harry turned towards the one window in the room and stared out, trying to regain his temper.
"Hermione. And. I. Are. Not. An. Item," he ground out.
"Much to her disappointment, I'm sure."
"Shut Up, Draco," Harry snapped.
"Only when you concede defeat, Harry," Draco retorted, suddenly right behind him.
"Since when am I 'Harry' and not 'Potter'?" Harry said, turning around to meet his tormentor face-to-face.
"Since I'm 'Draco'," Draco replied softly. "And if you don't co-operate then Dumbledore will find out some very disturbing things about his three favourite students, the middle of the night, an invisibility cloak and a wanted criminal."
Harry sucked in breath. "You wouldn't!"
"Oh come off it, Harry. You know I would. It's been my life's goal the entire time we've been at Hogwarts to embarrass and disgrace you."
"Then why aren't you off telling him now?"
"Because I wanted this more."
"What exactly do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, moving away from Draco once more.
Draco smiled coldly. "What do you think, Potter?"
"I honestly don't know. I'm not a freaking fag, Malfoy."
"Neither am I, but you wont know until you try."
"What if I don't want to know?"
"You have no choice."
Draco caught up with Harry's frantic pacing in a moment. A moment later, Harry was pinned against a wall.
"Let… me go!"
"No."
Once again, Harry's lips were captured by Draco's. As the Gryffindor boy squirmed, his Slytherin enemy just pinned him closer against the wall. Soon Harry gave up on the squirming and he just submitted passively to Draco's attentions. Soon after, Draco's hands left the wall and clamped onto Harry's shoulders. Then they started to move feverishly along his arms. All this time, the kiss continued. All this time, Harry remained passive.
Finally, Draco broke the kiss and glared at Harry.
"You know, people who are passive aggressive are the most annoying of all."
"I always knew we annoyed each other," Harry retorted.
Draco was silent.
"You could be a good kisser, if you participated," he said finally.
Harry spluttered.
"Ah, no matter. Go to bed, Potter. I'll expect you up here, bright and early-Say, 6AM-to discuss our plans for the day."
With that, he swept out of the room laughing and leaving a very confused, very disturbed Harry Potter behind him.
When Harry finally remembered to leave the room, the last words that echoed were, "I hate... i despise that rich, stuck-up Slytherin sod. He'll pay for that."

Chapter 2. Winner Takes it All.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had lost. At cards. The stakes of the match were what caused him to be up in the Astronomy Tower criminally early in the morning. And if that wasn't enough to put him in a bad mood, the facts that,
a) He had lost to Draco Malfoy
b) He now had to do whatever Draco said for 24 hours and
c) Draco wasn't even here yet certainly were.
He paced angrily up and down the length of the room, pausing at each turn to glare at the still-closed door. This glaring was in vain because when the door finally swished open, Harry was mid-pace and Draco escaped a wrathful glare.
"Hey Potter. I'm here," Draco snapped. "Stop pacing."
"You're late," Harry growled.
"Your little mudblood friend was following me. I had to lose her," he retorted. Then, as an afterthought, "Or did you want her here?"
"...No!" Harry exclaimed.
Draco nodded, "I was right, then. On to business."
Draco produced a large sign, seemingly blank.
Harry tried to peer around and see the other side, but Draco caught him.
"Nuh uh uh... first of all, this."
He brandished the most repulsive outfit Harry had ever seen.
It consisted of shiny green lycra tights, a big white shirt with a green and red spotted bowtie and a large green headband finished the ensemble. Harry, stared, aghast.
"Slytherin Green and everything," Draco said, smugly.
Harry chocked. "Come on, Malfoy. You can't expect me to wear... that now, can you?"
Draco said nothing and settled down into a chair, staring at Harry thoughtfully.
"Oh, i don't know... I'm sure Dumbledore would be fascinated to know that you've been sneaking into the forbidden forest... and, if i'm not mistaken, you've been searching for the Unicorns. Very naughty, Potter."
Harry gulped and reluctantly retrieved the awful outfit from Draco' outstretched hands.
Then he stared at Draco, eyes narrowed.
"I'm not going to strip with you in the room, Malfoy."
Draco remained silent, and just stared at Harry.
Harry stared back.
Finally Draco sighed. "Shall i close my eyes then, Potter?' he snapped.
"If you would," Harry retorted sarcastically, turning away from Draco and preparing to change.
He quickly slipped out of his customary black pants and into the lycra tights, wincing at how closely they fit his form. He was about to change his shirt when a small snigger behind him made him freeze. He spun around to see Draco sniggering and looking pointedly at his crotch.
"You have a nice ass, Potter," Draco said with a smirk.
"Shut up, Malfoy."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Carry on."
Glaring the whole time, Harry quickly removed his shirt and shrugged into the white one. It fit him like a tent.
At least it goes to my thighs, Harry thought with relief.
"Tuck it in," Draco commanded.
"What?" Harry spluttered.
"Tuck it in, Potter."
Muttering hateful curses all the while, Harry complied.
"There. Happy?" he snapped.
"Ecstatic. But we're not done yet," Draco replied dryly, his eye glinting.
He lept out of his chair and went over to the sign, turning it over with a flip of his wrist. Harry's heart sank.
"Potter sucks," he read. "Oh, very original Malfoy."
"Sometimes old cures are the best cures."
"Whatever," Harry muttered. "Twat."
Draco strode over and slipped the sign around Harry's neck.
"Now, he announced cheerfully. "We're ready to face the day!"
With that he bounced out of the room and left Harry to skulk along behind.

Thankfully, there were very few people in the hallway. Only one or two and no-one Harry recognised, though they sure recognised him. His face got progressively redder as they traversed the corridors around the astronomy tower.
Eventually, Draco ducked into a room, motioning Harry to follow. Harry was incredibly tempted to just keep walking and make good his escape, but sense asserted itself and he followed his enemy into the room.
Harry's first thought was that this must be an old dance room, for one wall was entirely mirrors. He glanced at his reflection and blushed more.
"Flattering," Draco noted admiringly.
"Malfoy, i look like a colour-blind ballet dancer."
"Ah, but a cute colour-blind ballet dancer," Draco corrected with a smirk.
"I despise you."
"Most people do," Draco returned dismissively. "Shall we go down to breakfast?"
Harry muttered.
"What was that?" Draco chirped.
"You know, you being cheerful frightens me."

They left the room again and walked down the corridor seperately, the laughing whispers from the students they passed echoing and gathering, rushing like a wave ahead of them. Draco strode ahead of Harry, his grin widening every time he met another group of students.
By the time they reached the Great Hall, the echo was a roar, a roar supplemented and surpassed by the roaring of Harry's own heart. Abruptly, he dug his heels in.
"Malfoy, I can't," he said desperately.
Draco just looked at him. "Can't you?"
Harry shook his head.
"Do you want me to release you, so you can run back to the Gryffindor common room and hide?" he asked mockingly.
Harry held his breath.
Draco laughed. "You ruined Hogwarts for me, Potter. Now I'm returning the favour."
With that, Draco turned and stalked into the Great Hall, pausing only once to say scathingly, "Get that pretty ass in here Potter or the deal is broken and Dumbledore finds out."
Harry stared after him, stunned.
May as well get this over with, he thought, numbly. With a deep breath, Harry plunged into the Great Hall and the faces of all the Hogwarts students, from 1st year to 7th turned to meet him.

Chapter 3. Watching Shadows

If i survive this, Harry Potter thought darkly. I am never, ever playing cards again.
He looked out over the sea of students, every one dead silent, every face turned to stare at him and reaffirmed that vow over and over again. As he hurried to his customary place at the Gryffindor table, acutely conscious of his absurd outfit and humiliating sign, he added another vow.
If I survive this, he vowed. Draco Malfoy wont.
He quickly settled into his seat, ignoring the looks he recieved from his fellow Gryffindor students. Looking up at the head table, he noticed Dumbledoor had half risen. Seeing Harry eyeing him, the old Headmaster smiled knowingly and settled back into his chair without a word. Harry wasn't sure if he would ever forgive Dumbledore for not doing anything, but then he considered the repercussions of Dumbledore's intervention, namely, having to confess about their midnight jaunt.
Hermione prodded him.
"Do we get an explanation?" she asked, part censure, part amusement.
Ron's gaze was sharper.
"This is about Malfoy, isn't it?"
Hermione stared at him. "What??"
Harry sighed.
"Alright," he said quietly, "You know that card game we played last night?"
"You and Draco?" Hermione demanded. "Whatever posessed you to do a stupid thing like that?"
Harry toyed with the notion of telling her exactly what posessed him to do it, but instead he simply shook his head.
"Anyway, this is what Draco won," he gestured to his costume.
"Inventive git, isn't he?" Run murmured. Then, "So, how do we get him back?"
Harry stared at his friend, a whole realm of possibilities panning out before him. Revenge would be infinitely sweet.
"Not possible, Ron," he said regretfully.
"Whyever not, Harry?"
"Because... it's about more than just the loss of a bet. This is between me and him."
"You mean, us and him," Ron corrected.
Harry smiled gratefully, but shook his head again.
"Oh no, this is infinitely more personal. It's between me and him and I'm going to make that stuck-up, spoiled sod regret this until the end of his days."
"I don't like the idea of you facing him alone, Harry."
It was Hermione, the soul of solicitousness.
"He can't beat me."
"But he has already, Harry," Ron broke in.
Harry did not appreciate being reminded of that fact.

Harry had never been so grateful to escape breakfast. As he almost ran down the corridor toward the Gryffindor common room, he checked his watch. 8AM. Sixteen hours to go
As he turned a corner, he was stopped by the sight of Draco leaning casually up against the wall. Harry glared at his tormentor, and Draco smirked right back.
"Escaping, are we, Potter?"
"Only from you, Malfoy."
"What happened to Draco?" Draco whispered almost inaudibly.
Harry stared. "What was that, Malfoy?"
"Since we're going to be in close contact for the next..." he paused
"16 hours," Harry prompted.
Draco flashed him a look of dark amusement. "Trust you to be counting, Potter. As i was saying, Since we'll be in close contact for the next sixteen hours, I have decided that last names are a trifle formal, Harry."
Harry stifled a snigger. "That was almost a pick-up line, Malfoy."
"Strong words for someone who was 'not a frigging fag' only... sixteen hours ago," Draco said smugly. "And we're on a first name basis now, Harry. I always thought Potter was a rather ugly name anyway."
"You would think that."
Draco seemed to get bored with this line of conversation. "Enough of this." he snapped.
Moving so quickly Harry could not react, Draco launched himself from the wall he was leaning on and slammed into Harry his arm circling Harry's waist and pinning the two boys together.
Harry stared at him, shocked but before he could even form the thought of retaliation, Draco pressed his mouth into Harry's.
Harry clamped his mouth shut and determinedly ignored Draco's violating hands roving his body. All the while, Draco watched Harry's reaction with shrewd eyes.
Though Harry had remained unresponsive, when Draco's hands began to roam unterneath his shirt, he was shocked out of his stillness and began to struggle in earnest, stunned and frightened by how much stronger than him the pale boy had become. Suddenly, he realised that Draco had gone utterly still, though their lips were still firmly attached. Relieved, he pushed Draco roughly away from him. Draco immediately started breathing fast and deeply in and out.
"What the hell was that, Potter?" Draco demanded, before running off down the corridor, flashing Harry a smirk before he vanished.
Harry stared after him.
A quiet cough interrupted his thoughts and he swung around to see Hermione and Ron standing behind him, Hermione's restraining hand on Ron's shoulder.
"What the hell was that, Potter?" Ron echoed with clenched teeth.
Harry made several gestures and squeaking noises.
"Because it looked like you were kissing Draco Malfoy."
Harry spluttered. "Me kissing him?? He grabbed me and pinned me against the wall! I didn't have much choice!"
"That's not what it looked like, Harry. Is this your idea of revenge?"
"No, damn you, this is part of Draco's reward. I have to do anything he says for 24 hours," Harry snapped, finally goaded into telling the truth.
Hermione sucked a quick breath through her teeth.
"So he's making you kiss him?" Ron said bluntly.
"No, he's kising me. And i will deal with it. Once the 24 hours are over, i will get him back." he snapped before adding quietly.
"Somehow."

Chapter 4. When the World is Against you

Harry fumed. "Why did he do a stupid thing like that?" he asked, glaring at the wall of the room as if he expected it to answer.
Damn him
Now Hermione and Ron thought he was strange, if not downright queer. From their perspective it must have seemed like he was the initiator, but he wasn't! "Yet you weren't fighting it," he said quietly to himself.
Damn him
"Come on Potter, he's just screwing with your mind. Malfoy goes for eveyone who offers, but he never cares about them."
Damn him
"But you do, don't you, foolish boy?" said a silky voice behind him.
Harry whirled around to face the one person he just didn't want to see.
"Malfoy."
Draco smiled. "Do you really hate my given name that much, Harry?"
"I hate everything about you."
Draco chewed thoughtfully on his lip. "I don't you know."
"Don't what?"
"Go for everyone who offers."
"Uh huh."
"After all, look at you, you haven't offered..."
"And I don't intend to," Harry snapped firmly.
Draco continued, unfazed, "And i certainly turned down Millicent Balustrode when she offered."
Draco indulged in a delicate shudder which Harry privately shared.
"Are you here for a reason, Malfoy? Because if you're not i'd prefer if you left me to rage in peace. Thankyou," Harry snapped.
Draco examined his nails, "But this is such a nice room. It has a really pleasant atmosphere, you know?"
Draco commented conversationally. "I'm really not feeling at all inclined to leave."
"Then i will," and Harry made to storm out the door.
"Firmus!" Draco yelled, whipping out his wand. "Immobilus!"
The first caused the door to slam with considerable force and the second had the unfortunate effect of rooting Harry's feet to the floor.
"As i was saying," Draco continued calmly, "This room has a certain ambience. It makes me feel very relaxed."
"It's making me feel slightly immobile..." Harry muttered.
Draco applauded suddenly. "Very good Harry! I do believe that was an attempt at humour! Excellent! 5 points for Gryffindor!"
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," Harry announced primly.
Draco twirled a strand of hair between his fingers. "Now you see, people keep telling me that. I choose to believe that having any kind of wit is better than having no wit at all."
"That is just so you."
Draco sauntered over to Harry. "And that outfit, darling, is just so you," he drawled, running a slender finger down Harry's chest.
Harry struggled against the spell holding him in place.
"How amusing. The Boy Who Lived can fight off the imperius curse, but he cannot break a simple Immobilus charm." The finger that had been exloring Harry's chest strayed into the region of his mouth.
Big mistake
Harry chomped down hard on Draco's finger and the blonde boy hastily retrieved it.
"You know," he said spitefully, cradling his injured finger, "If I was known only as The Boy Who Lived, I think i'd kill myself!"
"If i were known as Lucius Malfoy's son, i know I'd kill myself!" Harry snapped back.
Draco's eyes turned a cold, flinty grey. "Foolish Potter."
He stalked out of the room, leaving Harry still rendered immobile.
Harry frowned. He shouldn't feel guilty, but somehow, he did.

Twenty minutes or so later, the spell holding Harry was abruptly released. He didn't know if Draco had consciously removed it, but he was extremely glad it was gone.
The first thing he did was look at his watch. 14 hours and 50 minutes to go.
Which meant it was 9:10AM.
Which meant he was late for potions.
He dashed out of the room and through the various twists and turns that ended in the potions classroom. He slammed through the door and looked for a place to sit. Hermione and Ron were sitting together. Hermione threw him an apologetic glance and gestured with her head at the only free seat in the room.
Inevitably, it was next to Draco.
Draco barely spared him a glance as he sat down. Snape, on the other hand, seemed extremely interested in Harry at that moment. Harry's heart dropped into his stomach as Snape glided over.
"Mr Potter. So kind of you to join my class," Snape snapped.
"i try," Harry retorted before he could help himself.
Snapes eyes widened. "And so creatively dressed." he said with a smirk.
Raising his voice, he addressed the class, "It seems Mr Potter distains our schedules and our uniforms. What next?" Snape said with mocking tolerance before gliding off.
The Slytherins and not a few of the Gryffindors snickered. Draco was conspiciously silent but when Harry looked at his profile, there was a wide, contemptuous smirk plastered all over it.
Bastard
Snape had returned to his desk at the front of the classroom. "Now, before Mr. Potter... graced us with his presence, I believe we were brewing hair removal potions, were we not? Please continue."
They worked in silence for a while. With great satisfaction, Harry finished his potion.
"Hey Harry," Draco murmured out of the side of his mouth. "D'you want to make mine for me?"
Harry snorted. "No!"
"Too bad," Draco pushed his cauldron over to Harry's side of the bench.
Harry muttered.
"Well, snap to it, Harry," Draco said with a haughty wave of his hand.
Harry fumed.
Angrily, he began carelessly piling the ingredients, not giving a damn if Draco's potion went awry.
In fact, Harry thought spitefully, I hope it makes his arm drop off!
It almost did. Once their potions were was finished, everyone was instructed to smear some on their arms and see if it worked. The one Harry had originally created worked brilliantly, but the one he had created for Draco...
Snape was attracted by Draco's panicked screech as the thin white hairs on his arms began growing and darkening at a rapid rate. Snape sprayed some liquid out of a small bottle onto the hairs and they immediately began reversing the transition.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you care to explain this?" Snape demanded.
"I don't know what happened, sir," Draco lied smoothly. "I measured everything out carefully. I only looked away for a moment..." he glanced at harry.
Snape followed his gaze. "Well well well, Mr. potter. We've resorted to sabotage now, have we? I'll have you know, i don't appreciate you destroying my best student's work."
He made a little gesture. "Switch potons."
Draco's smirk widened.
"What?" exclaimed Harry.
"You heard me. Mr. Malfoy, you shall be graded by Mr. Potter's potion, since that is almost the level of proficiency you could have achieved without his interference. And Mr.Potter, this," he gestured the other cauldron. "Shall be how i determine your mark." Harry was rendered speechless at the unfairness of it all.
Draco leaned close to him. "Brilliant work Harry. Meet me back in the Astronomy Tower as soon as lunch begins. Those gren tights are giving me a headache." Harry entertained a brief hope that Draco had tired of torturing him. Then reality reasserted tself and he clenched his teeth in nervous anticipation of his next trial.

Chapter 5. Confusion.

Charms was unpleasant for Harry. usually it was a reasonably enjoyable class, but he couldn't stop thinking about what Draco was going to make him do next. His mind kept running through all the awful things he could imagine. The class seemed to end very quickly and Harry couldn't decide whether he was relieved or annoyed about this. It all depended on perspective. His heart pounded in his ribcage as he made his way up to the Astronomy Tower. Would Draco be there when he came? He didn't want this to be dragged out longer than it had to.
Then again, he thought, trying to make himself feel better, What could be worse than this outfit? He didn't want to think about it. He suspected that Draco had been planning this little escapade for a very long time.
Reaching the door of the room he and Draco met in, he let himself in. It was empty. Again, Harry couldn't decide whether he was relieved or annoyed. Shortly after he had settled himself in a chair, Draco struggled in, lugging a large bag behind him. Harry shuddered. This was not good.
"Hello there, Harry. Fancy meating you here!" Draco said with false cheer.
"What have you got for me this time?" Harry asked tiredly.
"That's a suprise!" Draco was sickeningly smug. "Hey, thankyou for helping me pass Potions." Harry seethed. "You deserve to be shot." he snapped.
"You were the one who stuffed up the potion, it's only fair that you be marked on it," Draco retorted. Harry stared. "That is possibly the screwiest logic i have ever heard!" he said, astounded.
"I try," Draco said modestly. He thrust the bag at Harry. "There you go, your new look. Green is not your colour. Makes your skin look sallow."
Harry tremblingly opened the bag as Draco looked on in amusement.
His first impression was of pink frills. He choked. It was a pink taffeta party dress with frills and ribbons and bows everywhere.
"Malfoy, this is going way, way too far. There is no way I'm wearing this thing anywhere."
"Oh really?" was Draco's only comment.
"This is just so wrong on too many levels, Malfoy."
"I know," said Draco proudly.
Harry was desperate. "Draco," he pleaded. "Please. Anything but taffeta."
Draco gave him an odd look. Then he smiled. "Okay, Harry, because you used my first name, I'll show you the option."
He fished around in his voluminous robe and brought out a white T-Shirt that looked like it had been made to fit an 8 year old. Following that, he brought out tight black pants, black leather gloves and a spiked dog collar.
Harry swallowed hard. Well, at least they're... male clothes, he thought desperately.
Draco held up the shirt and Harry had a chance to read the writing.
"Draco Malfoy's Bitch??" he said incredulously. "Okay, why do you even have shirts that say that?"
Draco shrugged. "They're in demand. I hear Lavender Brown sleeps in hers."
Harry made a mental note to yell at Lavender.
"How do you know what Lavender sleeps in?" Harry demanded.
Draco gave him a look. "Life isn't about sex," he said with a straight face. "I listen to girls."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Hurry up and choose," Draco said, gesturing to the two outfits.
Harry looked at them.
The pink taffeta was girlish, frilly and pink. Its only redeeming point was that it was loose, a welcome break after the horribly tight tights.
However, the... other outfit was tight, spiky and hell, it said 'Draco Malfoy's Bitch' on it!
Harry collapsed back into the chair.
"I give up," he muttered. "Which one do you prefer?" he asked Draco, curious.
Draco smiled widely and wandered over to perch himself on the arm of the chair. Harry shifted over to get as far from Draco as he could.
"I wont say," he announced smugly, "Because then I know you'll choose the other one, just to be a pest." Bloody smug git, Harry thought grouchily.
"Then I wont choose," Harry said, suprising the other boy.
"But you have to!" Draco returned. "Take all the time you want at it though."
Draco got up off the edge of the chair and resettled himself on Harry's lap. Harry squirmed, trying to unseat the blonde boy, but Draco just laughed.
"Sit still, Harry," he purred.
Harry tried to sink into the chair. Draco's weight on his lap was suprisingly warm. He closed and then reopened his eyes only to be confronted by Draco's face about 3 inches from his own. Draco's eyes caught his but Harry could read nothing in their depths except a lust for power and a frightening hint of dementia. Unconsciously, Harry's hand gripped Draco's. Draco smiled with his mouth and brought the other hand up to run one slender finger along Harry's jaw. Harry didn't know if it was resignation or confusion which stopped him from protesting this action. Draco's smiled widened. He freed his other arm from Harry's grasp and brought it up to cup Harry's cheek. Harry stared, mute, into those frightening eyes, drowning in the hypnotic blankness which radiated from them. As if behind glass, he watched Draco part his lips slightly and lean toward him. The glass shattered abruptly when their lips touched. Draco's warmth spread from his lips throughout his body, melding with the warmth that originated where Draco sat and infusing his entire being with a tingling burning sensation. Almost involulentarily, he jerked. Draco pulled back slightly.
"I'd go with the second outfit," Draco whispered silkily in Harry's ear, his lips brushing like a feather over the sensitive earlobe. "After all, it's true, isn't it?"
With that Draco rose in one sinuous movement and swept out of the room. It took several minutes for Draco's words to sink in. "After all, it's true, isn't it?"
What's true? Harry wondered. Then he realised. The shirt.
Shaking off unexpected lethargy he lept up.
"I am not Draco Malfoy's Bitch!" he shouted at the walls.

Chapter 6. lust and Frilly Pink Dresses

I am not Draco Malfoy's Bitch!
Harry thought again, thrusting the second outfit away from him.
Slipping quickly out of his robes, he stood in his briefs and stared at the dress.
We'll... see how it looks on... he thought.
He stepped into it and pulled it up. Or tried to. It stuck around his hips and wouldn't go any higher.
"Malfoy, you're really cutting down my options here," he muttered to himself.
"Sorry, if i knew you'd be packing in the pudding, i would have had it let out," came that smug voice from the doorway.
Harry whirled around. "Rack off, Malfoy," he snapped.
Draco ignored him and sauntered back into the room. Teasingly, he poked a bit of the exposed flesh of Harry's belly.
"I assumed you were roughly the same size as me," Draco said as Harry recoiled from his cold finger.
"I doubt this dress would even fit you," Harry snapped his eyes travelling scathingly up and down Draco's physique.
Draco glared. "It would!" he gestured imperiously for Harry to hand it to him.
Somewhat reluctant to give up his only cover, Harry complied and then quickly reached for the leather pants.
Draco laughed. "You're not going to be able to wear those over briefs," he said with a smirk. "You looked funny enough with the tights over them. The panty-line was horrendous! You'll either have to go commando or find a thong."
Harry froze. "No way, Malfoy,"
Draco smiled sweetly. "Oh yes way, Harry."
Harry snarled and put down the leather pants. Draco had resumed shucking off his clothes and as the Slytherin bent ver to step into the dress, Harry was graced with a very tasty view of the other boy's backside. He shuddered. There was something inherently wrong with thinking of any part of Draco's body as tasty.
"Do me up, Harry," came the smug command as Draco slipped the dress over his own slim hips with ease. Muttering, Harry pulled the zipper up. Draco turned around and struck a pose.
"Couldn't get it on eh, Harry?" he laughed.
Draco settled himself into the chair, vainly arranging the frills and ruffles around himself.
Harry resolved not to give Draco the satisfaction of seeing him blush. He knew from experience that Draco would ignore any request for privacy, butit didn't stop him from hopefully telling Draco to turn around. When the expected cheerful refusal came, he sighed and turned around himself, quickly slipping out of his briefs and into the leather pants. The few moments he spent in the buff, between briefs and pants, he could feel Draco watching him. There was something wrong with having Draco oogling your butt. The leather chafed horrendously and he found himself wishing for any kind of underwear... including a thong. There was something wrong in wishing for a thong. Harry decided there was something inherently wrong with the world.Once he had the pants on, he slipped into the shirt, which just reached to the middle of his torso and was so tightly transparent it was like wearing nothing, Except that nothing didn't have 'Draco Malfoy's Bitch' splashed all over it, Harry thought sourly.
"Dashing," murmured Draco, who seemed to have amused himself by adding the rest of the unfortunate pink outfit to his costume, right down to the cutesy pink bow in his hair and the frilly white stockings and shiny black shoes.
Hary stomped over to sit down in the other chair in the room. He picked up the first of the kneelength boot and proceeded to struggle into it.
"There's a zipper, dolt," Draco uncurled himself from his chair and came over to help Harry with the boot. There was indeed a zipper and it made the application of the boots much, much easier.
As they struggled with the second boot, Draco's hand found its way to Harry's thigh. Harry froze before ignoring it and going back to pulling the boot on. Draco zipped it up, his hand lingerng behind Harry's knee before he leaned over to get the spiked dog collar. When Harry moved to take it from him, Draco held it out of reach and murmured 'Let me'. He stood up slowly and settled himself on Harry's lap. Harry, uncomfortably reminded of the last time Draco sat on his lap, only 15 minutes ago, squirmed. He was told tartly to sit still. Draco leaned forward, his breath caressing Harry's mouth, and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck to fasten the collar. Harry was tempted beyond all endurance by the proximity of the other boy, so fetchingly dressed up and blurring the boundaries of gender. It seemed natural to him to grab Draco's jaw and pull it towards him, closing the gap between their lips. As always, it was roaring need the moment their lips touched. Draco was pliant as Harry's hands roamed in his hair, sporadically grabbing handfuls of it, or weaving his fingers into little knots of the silky threads. The blonde boy sighed quietly as Harry pushed his tongue inside Draco's mouth. Both their eyes were half-lidded and their breathing irregular. After an hour or a second, the kiss broke. Harry stared into Draco's eyes, not moving. There he read the need for power and the dementia he had read before, but overlaying that was another emotion. Pure, unadulterated lust. He wondered if the blond boy could read the same thing in his eyes, because he knew it was there.
Slowly, as if any movement might cause him to shatter, Draco stood up. He stared at his reflection when he caught it in the mirror.
"Potter," he said raggedly, resorting to his old address. "Unzip me."
Harry stood up equally slowly. He made his way over to Draco, wobbling. He was uncertain whether it was the 6-inch stiletto heel or the hormones that cruised his bloodstream that made him unsteady. He suspected it was a mixture of both. He tried to pull down the zip to free Draco from the pink creation and failed. Tried again... and failed. Suddenly he started laughing hysterically.
"Draco..." he said. "It's stuck!"
Draco blanched as much as was possible with his pale skin. "It's what??" he demanded.
"It's stuck," Harry repeated, laughing so hard his sides hurt.
"Looks like this is the world's revenge on you for all your misdeeds." Harry exclaimed fancifully, clutching at the nearest object for support so that he didn't collapse with the hysteria that clutched him. "I guess you'll have to suffer the humiliation with me!"
The nearest object happened to be Draco's shoulder. Draco bore the brunt of Harry's hilarity stoically, fuming silently until waves of anger seemed to roll off him, crashing with the hysterical laughter Harry was producing.
"Shut your freaking trap, Potter!"

Chapter 7. When all you can say is "Woof"

Harry decided that nothing could ever be remotely as funny as the image of Draco in high dudgeon wearing a pink party dress. The fact that he was enjoying seeing exactly that was diminished only slightly by his very uncomfortable, very embarrasing current attire.
"So, Malfoy," he began smugly. "What are you going to do?"
"Shut up, bitch," Draco snapped. "I'm thinking." Suddenly, he started smiling slightly. The smile widened and soon Draco was laughing evilly for all he was worth. Even as he was extremely worried about what Draco was thinking, Harry was grudgingly impressed by the depth and malice of Draco's evil cackle.
"Stay," Draco said eventually.
He swept out of the room, pink taffeta rustling behind him.
Harry settled into the chair, vainly trying to pull out the most painful wedgie of his life. He reflected sourly that going commando under leather pants was never comfortable. Not that a thong would have helped much. Then he would have a permanant wedgie. It was a measure of his instability that Harry didn't even notice that he had spent the last 3 minutes thinking about wedgies.
Why does Draco always have to pick on me? he thought sourly. Why didn't he blackmail all three of us? We were all there...
He thought for a moment. "I know!" he said. "Draco could never have beaten Hermione or Ron at cards." He nodded to himself.
At that moment, Draco reappeared, looking sour.
"Do you know how hard it is to avoid been seen going from here to the Slytherin common room during lunch?" he complained.
Harry shrugged. "Don't expect any sympathy, Draco. You brought this upon yourself."
The look Draco slashed at him should have left him bleeding. "At least I'm not wearing tight pants, pudding," he snapped.
Harry mimed being shot by an arrow. "Ouch!"
"Anyway," Draco continued, ignoring Harry's bizarre antics, "It's a pity this will ruin the whole thing, but i've decided it's worth it."
Harry stopped faking a death scene. "Oh?"
Draco strutted over to where Harry had been rolling around on the floor moaning. He produced a furry brown headband with dog ears on it and ceremoniousy placed it on Harry's head.
Harry flashed Draco his patented what-the-hell-are-you-doing-you-freak look.
Draco flashed Harry his trademark I'm-better-than-you-are-so-just-do-my-bidding,-pawn look.
5 minutes later, Draco's do-as-I-say-or-I'll-tell-on-you look made Harry give in with nothing more than a muttered "Spoiled brat."
Smugly, Draco produced a leash and briskly clipped it onto Harry's spiked dog collar. Harry stared. That can't be good, he thought apprehensively and prayed fervently to any convenient deity that this did not mean what he thought it meant.
"Now say woof."
Harry snarled. Obviously he had prayed to the wrong deity.
"That was a very impressive snarl. Now woof."
"Woof." "Very good!" Draco exclaimed sarcastically. "Damn Harry, have some spirit! Don't make me spell your voice..."
"Woof!"
"Obviously the leather is pinching your balls," Draco muttered.
Harry fought a very canine urge to bite Draco on the leg. "Now, crawl!"
Reluctantly, Harry did as commanded, the urge to sink his teeth into Draco's leg intensifying.
"Come on," Draco said briskly. "We're going to tour the halls."
"Don't I get to eat?"
Draco glared at him. "Oh uh... woof woofle arf arf grr?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "No, you don't get to eat. It'll do you good. You can loose some weight."
"Arf."

Harry's knees and hands hurt from crawling. He was getting a headache from the tight doggy headband. The leather was pinching in nasty places. His throat was dry from woofing.
That was all shit, but worst of all, Draco seemed to be enjoying himself! How he could enjoy himself while strutting around Hogwarts wearing a pink dress escaped Harry, but he suspected it had something to do with the fact that Harry was forced to crawl along behind him and woof, bark, snarl or snap at passing students.
I don't know where he gets the ideas for all these tortures, Harry thought to himself. His stomach rumbled. Oh, bloody brilliant. Well, i think that's every part of me accounted for and complaining now, he thought grouchily.
"Harry!" he looked up.
"hermione!" he returned to the girl now standing, legs akimbo in front of Draco.
Draco glanced warningly at him.
"Werwyminny woof!" he said.
"Draco Malfoy, what are you doing?" she demanded.
Draco looked innocently at her. "Why, i'm just a girl taking my bitch for a walk," he said sweetly, pointing at Harry's t-shirt.
Hermione stared at him. He could hear her thinking Oh Harry, what have you gotten yourself into?
"I'm going to tell Professor MacGonagal!" she snapped.
Draco dropped the innocent act. "I wouldn't," he said menacingly.
"And why not?"
"Because i have photos of you three and Sirius in the forbidden forest." he replied. "Don't i, Harry?"
"Arf."
They both stared at him. Draco with annoyance,
Hermione like he was mad.
"Woof?"
"I want to see these photos then," said Hermione.
Draco thought for a moment. "Alright." he snapped, then whirled and set a brisk pace down the hall toward the dungeon, dragging his unfortunate bitch along behind him.
Harry struggled to keep up, eventually abandoning his ineffective crawl and jogging along beside in order to avoid being strangled. Hermione quickly caught up with them.
"You shouldn't be allowed to do this, Malfoy."
"And who's going to stop me? Your precious MacGonagal? Not when i can simply tell Harry to take my part," Draco was aggravatingly smug.
"You may be able to command him, but you can't command me!"
"Oh, so you want to get your friends in trouble? You want the dementors back at the school because Sirius Black, the wanted criminal, is in the area? I'm disappointed in you, Hermione!"
Hermione was silent for a while. Finally she said, "Then I'll take it to Dumbledore. He'll understand."
Draco's eyes were queerly bright. "Dumbledore knows and condones your meetings with Black? How interesting."
Too late, Hermione realised the trap she'd fallen into. Harry saw it on her face. He wished he could offer her a comforting word, but had a feeling that 'Arf' wouldn't make her feel any better. Finally, they reached the common room.
"wait here," Draco said before inaudibly whispering the password and vanishing inside.

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