Hey guys. I haven't been able to upload, since I've been on holiday for 3 weeks, and the internet was really crappy. Here's another chapter finally, sorry for making you wait so long. This ones longer, since I've had more time to write in-between going out and enjoying my holiday ~

A/N: Love-Fandom03 - It's gonna get even more intense ;)

Creelluka - We'll see. /evil laugh

Kigen Dawn - Yeah, I wasn't sure how far to take it, I wanted it to be big enough to be a big deal, but I might have taken it a lil too far. Blaise definitely isn't a bad person, and I'm not going to be portraying him as a bad person, but he does have a hot head, and an instinctive hate for Harry, but don't worry, he'll get his karma.

Chapter 10 - Let The Games Begin

Draco pushed into a sprint as he made his way down the corridor, Harry following closely behind. "But you just got beat up! How can you even think about class!?" Harry yelled, trying to keep up with Draco's fast pace.

"It really isn't that bad." Draco sighed, his eyes never wavering from the sight he'd set ahead. The corridor stopped soon after he'd spoken, a large door fit snugly into the wall in front of them, quiet murmuring coming from inside. Draco clasped his palm around the cold, metal door knob, straightening his posture and taking a deep breath. "Don't worry. Im going to get him back." As those last words left his mouth he swung open the door with ease, and waltzed into the now silent room.

"Are you sure about this-" Harry's voice faded out as he realised Draco was already gone. "Son of a bitch." Harry grumbled to himself, as he entered the smaller than expected classroom. The lights were dim, and all the students were seated on deep violet cushions in front of small rectangular tables, decorated with silks of all colours. This was divination, right? Harry asked himself as he made his way over to the table that inhabited Draco's posse. Both Pansy and Blaise looked bored out of their minds, except Blaise looked a little more lost in thought. The lingering scene from just moments ago played out in his mind as he plopped himself down onto one of the cushions, missing it slightly, before strategically placing his bottom in the middle. He wanted to ask Blaise why he had followed Draco to the showers and lashed out at him, but since Blaise was purposefully turned away from

him, Harry decided against it. Maybe later. He was curious and a little peeved, since that was technically his body he was messing with, but he'd have to hold his tongue, if he didn't want this whole thing to be blown wide open. His thoughts were interrupted as a dishevelled looking woman emerged from the tall stacks of old, dusty books that almost reached the ceiling.

"Hello class. Today we will be learning about-" Harry's eyes flickered, and he felt himself nodding off. Wait. What? Why am i so tired all of a sudden? Harry thought, yawning slightly, and resting his head on the desk. I shouldn't be tired I've had at least- his thoughts were cut off as he blacked out.

A loud prod on the shoulder brought him back to reality. Harry's eyes shot open and he gasped, pushing himself off the desk and looking around hurriedly. Blaise sat next to him, looking a little frustrated. "Draco, what is with you!? Sleeping through the lesson, you're lucky the teacher didn't give you detention and deduct house points. She thought it was- cute." Blaise emphasised the word cute with a disgusted expression.

"I didn't even realise. I'm sorry." Harry sighed, getting up and turning to Blaise with an apologetic look. His face changed the minute he remembered, oh yeah, Blaise and Draco, he was meaning to ask what that was about. Blaise had started making his way to the door, the room now vacant, Harry quickly called out. "Oh, w-wait! Blaise!"

Blaise turned around, looking tired, just seeing Draco sleeping had made him quite drowsy. "What...?" He asked, running his fingers through his short hair, and taking a few steps towards Harry.

"Why were you in the showers with Potter?" Harry questioned, confusing himself by calling someone else Harry. Blaise looked surprised for a second, and then his expression turned sour.

"No reason. Just wanted to put Potter in his place." Blaise looked to the side, his face dark and full of angst. Harry sighed, did Blaise really know? He thought, scratching his head worriedly. If he did, then how did he find out?

"Is that the real reason?" Harry rested his hand on the desk in front, frustration taking over. He knew Blaise was lying. Blaise blinked slowly, and grabbed his bag, leaving the room without another word.

Well, that went well. Harry thought sarcastically, and left a few moments after. He didn't want to catch up to Blaise any time soon. The corridor was noisy and full off students, bustling to make their next class. The rest of the day was a blur, with Blaise avoiding him, and Pansy chattering away to him constantly. He could see a pattern in this, was he doomed to be avoided by Blaise for the rest of his life as Draco Malfoy.

Draco left the room hurriedly as soon as class was dismissed, ignoring Ron and Hermione's every attempt to stop him. He had something he needed to do, before everyone returned to their dormitories. Draco swiftly made his way to the Slytherin dormitories, looking back as he turned every corner, this was not a good time to be spotted.

The dungeons were quiet, which made it all the more harder to sneak around without being detected, thats something the Gryffindors took for granted. The spacious halls echoed with the sound of his footsteps, bouncing off every stone wall. This was one of those times an invisible cloak would come in handy. He opened the door slightly, slipping through before closing it again behind him, cushioning the sound with his palms. Not a Slytherin in sight, Draco took a deep breath, hoping that the rest would go this smoothly.

The door to his room was ajar, immediately putting him on edge. Blaise was a perfectionist, he would never leave the door open, even slightly. Someone must be in there. Draco peered through the crack, holding the wall to get more leverage. Crab sat on his bed, stuffing cakes into his mouth, crumbs flying everywhere. Utterly disgusting, he thought, flattening his back against the wall, and sighing deeply. Well this had put a kink in his perfect plan, he hadn't exactly expected anyone to be here at this time, although it wasn't impossible, it wasn't very likely either.

He heard the mattress creak, and loud footsteps getting closer. He was going to get in there, if that meant taking a few more risks than usual, then so be it. Crab exited the room, walking straight past Draco, without a second glance. Idiot. Draco was about to slip into the room, when the footsteps stopped. He immediately froze in place, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, expecting the worst. He listened closely for any sign of movement, but none came. Feeling extremely uncomfortable in his current position, he turned his head just enough to see Crab. He almost punched the wall in frustration, Crab had stopped, dead in his tracks, to eat another cupcake. Sickening.

Refusing to look at the sight any longer, Draco snuck into the room without looking back, closing the door slightly, leaving it ajar. Hopefully Crab wouldn't notice anything, or come back for seconds. The walls were green, with intricate designs, and a mahogany trim. He was probably going to regret this later, but for now, paybacks a bitch. He pulled out the bottle of red spray paint, and shook it, the plastic ball inside rattling violently.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the last lesson. Everyone started to wind down for the day and make their way back to their house dormitories. Harry hadn't seen Draco for the entire duration of the lesson, he was sure they both had Herbology together. Pansy was motioning for Blaise and Harry to get up, her bossiness was slightly tiring, but strangely reassuring. He felt like he was part of something. Maybe Draco's friends weren't that bad after all, they look out for him, and that's what really matters. Harry smiled to himself, and stood up, following Pansy and Blaise out of the classroom.

They walked down the corridor together, making their way towards the dungeon. "Well you're awfully chipper, Draco. Thinking about a girl?" Pansy chimed, turning her head slightly in Harry's direction. His cheeks turned a rosy colour, and he looked at the ground.

"N-No." Harry stated, looking up just in time to see Blaise scowling to himself. Hm. Maybe he's jealous. Harry thought, choking back a laugh. Who would have thought that Blaise Zabini would have a crush on a guy, and Draco at that. Well, i guess it makes sense. He is pretty handsome, with his soft platinum hair, and his enticing silver eyes. Wait. Did i just call his eyes enticing? I really am going crazy. Harry rubbed his forehead, shivering at the thought. Enticingly evil.

"Got a crush on anyone?" Pansy persisted, staring expectantly into his eyes. Did Draco have a crush on anybody? Harry thought, pondering the question a little too long. "Draco?" Pansy questioned, clicking her fingers right next to his ear, making him jump.

"Oh, uh..." Was all Harry could make out, as he was suddenly brought back to reality. It was probably safer to just deny it, since he wasn't sure, but what if he actually did?

"I- uh, am not telling." He decided it was best not to give an answer, just to be safe.

"What!? So you do!?" Pansy screeched, jumping in front of him, and making a scene.

"I said i'm not telling." Harry replied, trying to avoid her vicious glare. Blaise's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Harry briefly, then down at the floor once again. He's definitely upset. Maybe i should go talk to him later, straighten things out.

"Is she pretty!?" Pansy asked, clinging to him like a bad smell. Harry ignored her attempts to get information out of him for the rest of the way. They finally reached the Slytherin dormitories. It was strangely quiet when they walked in, Pansy immediately went off in her own direction, and Harry went straight for his room, Blaise dawdling behind him. The smell of paint absorbed him as he opened the door, stepping into the silent room. It immediately caught his eye, the big red letters strewn across the pristine wall.

'DONT MESS WITH ME BITCH'

"Shit." Harry cussed aloud, gripping the sides of his robe tightly. Dammit Draco. He said he was gonna get revenge, but this wasn't what i had thought at all. Harry's loud cussing had drawn Blaise to the room, he ran up to him, looking worried. "What happened?" Blaise asked, following Harry's eyes to the graffitied wall.

"Potter." Blaise declared, obviously furious. His face was unreadable, but his eyes screamed bloody murder. He sat down on the bed, staring calmly at the wall.

"Blaise-" Harry started, standing in front of him awkwardly. "What are you going to do?"

"We'll see."

I'll try to get the chapter out at a steady pace, but it usually just goes, when I'm done with the chapter I upload it. It's going to get juicy in the next chapter though, I can tell you that for sure.