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Assistant: Title: It Was All Just a Game (Rewrite)
        Author: write_me227 write_me227 
        Chapter: 2/83 
        Summary: If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love.THIS IS THE REWRITTEN VERSION AND THE PREFERRED VERSION FOR YOU TO READ.
        Contents: Chapter 2: PHASE 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    "We'll start today then," Pansy threw down her bag next to Draco, hooking a leg over the bench as she sat down for breakfast the following Monday. They'd spent the weekend outlining the logistics. "The Plan to Seduce Potter is officially underway."Draco nearly spit out his pumpkin juice. "What are we calling it?""The Plan to Seduce Potter.""What does that even mean? I thought it... Pansy, I'm not—we agreed. I didn't have to kiss him or do anything I don't feel comfortable with.""No, not like that. I just thought it was catchy." She winked with a mischievous grin.Draco wiped his chin of any drops of pumpkin juice that might've fallen out of his mouth, but he didn't let go of his napkin. Instead, he twisted and untwisted it in his hands over and over again under the table. "Are you going to teach me how to flirt first, or am I supposed to go into this blind?""It's not that hard.""I have no idea what to do or what's going to happen.""Ooo, thanks for reminding me." She reached down into her bag and pulled out a book. "To document our achievement."Draco flipped to the first page and wrote in the middle:
  The Best Prank of All Time

  The Plan to Seduce Potter

  By Draco Malfoy
He couldn't help but smirk at the words written on paper. This would go down in history. Once done, he'd submit it to journals and prank books. It would be a front-page feature in the Daily Prophet. Draco would be more famous than the Malfoy name. And Potter would be known as the biggest fool in the entire world. "Brilliant.""Ready?"Draco nodded. "Let's go over it again.""Phase One: Letting Potter know you have a crush on him. Phase 2: Potter falling for you back since you're a rotten brat and he has to get accustomed to you.""Hey!""Phase 3: Dating and Phase 4: Total Distraction, a.k.a when Potter is so enchanted by you, he can't see straight and ends up losing.""Losing? I thought we were aiming higher. Pain, loss of limb, possible death.""You're not going to kill Potter.""One can dream."Just then, Potter walked in with his head low. Pansy nearly jumped. She was so excited. "This is the perfect opportunity for you to learn your first lesson in flirting: eye contact.""What about it?""Use it. Make eye contact with him.""What? Now?""Yes, now."Draco blinked and then turned to the Gryffindor table."No, not like that.""I'm just looking at him," Draco snapped back."Softer. It needs to be nice and happy.""I don't... Pansy, I'm not good at this." He broke away."Just think in your head, 'I want you.' It helps set the tone.""But I don't—Merlin, this is humiliating. I never thought in a million years that I'd ever do this." Draco wiped his hair back."Pretend. Sacrifice your embarrassment. For the greatest prank of all time! You have to be embarrassed a little at first for Potter to be ultimately humiliated."Draco took a breath and did as Pansy ordered, contorting his face to one of concern, which was strange; he'd never used those face muscles before. He looked at Potter until Potter looked up at him. I want you... and then his natural thought finished itself... to die."Less smirky."Potter furrowed his eyebrows.Pansy kicked him under the table. "Look away bashful."Draco did as much as he could based on instinct, and then bit his lip. But Potter had already turned away."That did nothing.""It's a start. Now do that all the time."'"What? I have a life you know!""Wow, suddenly your life doesn't revolve around Potter."Draco's eyes narrowed. "It never did. For the record, I have a long list of people who I bully.""Yes, and Potter is on the top of it."Draco's jaw clenched.For the next few days Draco stared at him. A lot. More than Draco was comfortable with.Staring worked maybe fifteen percent of the time, because Potter was either too daft or too self-absorbed to look back, and well, Draco sat behind him in most of his classes so he didn't have the best angle. Even then, Draco hadn't quite mastered having a look of longing.He was damned good at sneering. But longing? Frankly, he was inexperienced.Longing was an absurd feeling, one that Draco was above. People who felt it didn't have a single shred of dignity and were weak.It worked best in the Great Hall because they faced each other and it was easier to catch Potter's eye and then look away quickly. Potter looked back at him weirdly sometimes.And Draco realized that he was supposed to stare, but didn't realize how much he had to look at Potter. Enough to notice things he never cared about.Like that Potter didn't really eat much. At first, Draco thought it was only one meal or two, but Potter just... didn't eat. Or how he pushed his hair back behind his ear sometimes. How he chewed his lip when he was thinking (though Potter rarely thought. It was usually when a professor looked at him to check if he was engaged and he was faking it).Another thing was that Weasley hadn't sat next to him once.Everything was aligning for this to work, though Draco wished he could put a picture of himself in front of him so that he could go about talking with Pansy and eating his dinner without watching Potter chase peas around his plate for half an hour."Are we going to do anything more than staring," Draco asked several days later. "He's literally the most oblivious moron to walk the earth. He hasn't caught onto anything.""Tonight." Pansy handed him a piece of parchment. "Study up."————————————————As Harry walked uphill from the Forbidden Forest, he passed two couples. Both sets were made up of Hogwarts students who were older than him. It was only when he passed the second couple that he realized he was envious more of the girl than the boy. He wanted to hold the boys' hands in both couples, not the girls.Not now, Harry scolded himself. Now was not time for a sexuality crisis. First Task. Think of the First Task.But his thoughts strayed. He didn't mean to. It was just... natural.He huffed, catching himself again. You're not a normal kid. You don't get to get what they have.When he reached the bridge, dread returned as it did every night before. He didn't want to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron was there, along with all of his classmates, who hated him for putting his name in the cup—which he didn't. And even though Hermione told him not to worry about it, he just couldn't force himself to be in there, surrounded by all the rejection.Sunset. Harry always found comfort in the sunset.The Courtyard was generally empty, except for a few lingering students. He didn't make eye contact with anyone as he took his seat at his normal bench. There was no need to feel any extra spurn; he knew he wasn't welcome.Still, he couldn't help but let his mind race. He didn't put his name in the cup. Hogwarts wasn't safe like he thought, just like Sirius said.The only thing that quieted his mind was looking up at the orange and pink hues of the sky, paying attention to how they blended together. He gripped the edge of the bench with his lips pressed into a tight line."It's true. You like him then," a girl whispered behind him. It was faint. But it was still there. "You mean it?""Shut up. You can't tell anyone." The voice in response was deep."I won't, but... really? Him of all people."Harry tilted his head. Finally, someone else had a problem besides him."I know, it's stupid," the boy hissed. "I just can't get him out of my head. I don't know what to do."Him? A boy. Gay. This boy was gay! Like Harry... maybe... Harry could just be confused, but he was probably 85% sure. And he didn't know anyone who was gay, so he couldn't ask anyone what it was like.Harry had the urge to get up, to talk to him, whoever he was. How does the Wizarding World treat gay people? Is it something you can turn off? Am I going to be hated for something else now? Because the Dursleys would never accept him. Never. They never did to begin with. And if they knew that Harry had thoughts about men over women... He didn't want to think about it."Get over him.""I want to. But... He's just so..." he exhaled, "I mean, his hair looks so soft. Have you seen him play Quidditch? It's like art!"Ooo, maybe Harry knew who this boy's crush was."You need to stop staring at him. You're going to make his scar jump off his forehead."Harry froze in place, his face falling. Oh. "And his glasses. They just fit his face. He's really cute.""Draco, I mean it. He'll never like you."It felt like being punched in the stomach. Maybe he heard it wrong? Malfoy?"I want to date him.""You're enemies.""I know. Please don't tell anyone! I mean it. Potter can't know."Ohhh, Harry heard it right.And he wasn't supposed to hear it. What if Malfoy saw him right now? How awkward and terrifying that would be.Harry slowly stood and leant over to check if he could see Malfoy with Parkinson, but they were in a blind spot. He tip-toed for a few steps, and then he rushed."Someone's coming," Parkinson gasped."No one can know," Malfoy said. "Promise you won't tell!"And Harry made it to the Great Hall before he had time to look back, feeling physically ill.Malfoy? Malfoy had a crush on him. As in, he fancied him.Oh no.He'd give anything to get the time turner that Hermione used last year for classes and instead of coming up to the courtyard, tell himself to stay on his walk in the forest for an hour longer. There were times in his life that the phrase rang true 'ignorance is bliss,' but he could probably have it tattooed on his skin at this moment.As he rushed to the Gryffindor Tower, he could feel his own blush on the back of his neck. Malfoy? Crush? Malfoy was gay? Well... there were more surprising things in their world. Like having a crush on Harry."Where have you been?" Hermione woke him from his deep thought.Harry blinked. What if Hermione could see the conversation that he'd overheard written on his face? "Taking a walk.""You don't look well," she said. "Are you okay? Maybe you should go to Madame Pomfrey.""I'm er..." Malfoy has a crush on me. "Just stressed."Ron came up behind him, mumbling. "Right because your life is so terrible, being in the Triwizard and all."Harry took a deep breath, his chest tightening. Ron, I need to talk to you, he thought, but his stubbornness got the best of him. Instead of arguing, Harry held his tongue and went to bed. For once, he didn't fall asleep thinking about the Triwizard Tournament, or even about Ron. Instead, scenarios he couldn't stop popped into his head.Him and Malfoy holding hands. Gross.Him and Malfoy hugging. Grosser.He winced, hiding under the covers, as if the only way to keep everyone from hearing his thoughts was to hide under his pillow.Kissing Malfoy? Malfoy?
  Bleh!
It was disgusting. But he couldn't stop thinking about it.And then he wondered, when did this even happen? Was this always there? Did Malfoy always have a crush on him? Because he certainly always teased him. Nothing had changed that Harry could notice. Except he stared at him a lot. But Malfoy always had. Maybe not this much, but Harry always talked with Ron, so he couldn't truly pay attention to him.Well, he fell out of a tree for Harry.And then Moody turned him into a ferret.Ha. Ferret. That was brilliant!D@mn it. A ferret had a crush on him.————————————————The second the castle door closed, Draco burst out into a mean laughter, and so did Pansy. So much so they had to clutch their abdomens. Draco leant back against the pillar, and Pansy had to run to the opposite wall to sit on the ledge of one of the windows looking out to the grounds."You should see him play Quidditch. It's like art," Draco mocked. "Pansy, what the hell does that even mean?"But Pansy couldn't answer. She wiped her eyes of tears as she continued laughing. "Y-You said—""H-He's cute? Ha! Did you just make me say that out loud?" Draco stood, bewildered. "He wears peasant's denim three times too big, his hair is a doxy's nest, his glasses are bl@@dy stupid. How did you even come up with this stuff?""What do you think you should say instead? The truth? He'll just think you're being normal.""I dunno, but I don't care. Did you see the look on his face? It's all been worth it. Even if we fail, that right there was worth it."Finally, Pansy took several deep breaths. "We need to give him a few days to let him comprehend it because I don't think he can even think straight.""Of course he can't, he's not," Draco joked. Pansy went into another laughing fit.When she finished, she pushed herself off the window. "That was the first time I've ever heard you tell a joke."Draco looked at her. "I've joked before.""To be mean. Not to be funny.""That was to be mean."Draco's face fell slightly, but before he could think too much into it, Pansy picked up the script that fell from her hands. "Please write this down in the book.""Oh trust me, I will.""Anyway, as I was saying. We need to wait a few days. Stare at him, but when he catches your eye, look away. We have so much more to go over before you actually talk to him. Phase One: Complete. Phase Two: Pending."Draco equaled her smirk.————————————————Draco spent most of his time with Pansy, enduring a 'relationship bootcamp' which was annoying and too fluffy for Draco's tastes.Finally, he escaped her lessons when they had to study for a charms exam, and Draco couldn't push the urge to be mean away. He had to counteract all the hearts and rainbows that surrounded him. Just listening to all these bollocks lines of sharing 'small touches' and 'shy compliments' with someone was utterly terrifying and unbearable.Draco wasn't built for relationships. If this didn't include breaking Potter in half, he wouldn't even consider it. Being in a relationship with someone was such an appalling thing. So much so, he didn't think he could do this to anyone but Potter—that's how much he hated him.On Tuesdays, the First Years ended Potions before the Fourth Years had their block period with Snape, which meant Draco had his usual appointment with Matthew Hughs.Hughs was an annoying, Mudblood Ravenclaw who one day decided to correct him for walking on the wrong side of the hall, and Draco had terrorized him ever since. Bl@@dy idiot thinks he can tell Draco what to.Draco made sure to wait until he'd turned the corner out of the Potion's classroom. Draco pounced, grabbing his robe hood, then threw it over Hughs' face, pushing him against the wall.Draco threw down his books and kicked them away. "Hi Hughs."The First Year didn't greet him back, and in return, Draco cast an Auguamenti, causing a bucket of water to pour onto his head, his curly hair falling flat against his forehead. And Draco loved it, watching the kid struggle as it dripped from his nose.Ah, control. It felt so good.Until Draco felt two hands on his shoulders and he staggered backwards from a push."Oi, Malfoy," Potter spat. "Leave him alone. Pick on someone your own size.""Like you?" Draco's eyes narrowed as he stepped towards him."Yeah, like me," Potter grit, reaching for his wand.And Draco would have, he really would have dueled him right there in the hall. But he was supposed to have a crush and this little match wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as making Potter too distracted to compete.Fuming, Draco set towards the Potions classroom, and as he rounded the corner, he could hear Potter comforting the Ravenclaw. "Are you okay?"Merlin, he wanted Potter to disappear. More than anything in the world.When he sat down, Draco felt different than he had after picking on Hughs.Heat crawled up his neck and his hands felt sweatier than normal. He crossed his arms over his chest tight. Stupid Potter. What the hell did he know?He slouched back in his chair as Snape made his way to the front of the room."Today you're going to brew a Calming Draught. A seasoned potions master can complete this in a matter of days. However, for an inexperienced student, it takes two weeks to brew. You will work as partners. Potter, you're late. Five points from Gryffindor," Snape said as the git walked in the door.Potter sat down, and Draco could feel his eye on him. Draco sneered back in his usual fashion. And maybe that was a good thing; He couldn't change too much with this whole Plan to Seduce Potter. He wasn't going to give up his identity to him."This potion will require frequent attention and time outside of the classroom. In addition, you will turn in an essay identifying the origins of each of the ingredients and why they work in such a way that is calming to the body. Three rolls of parchment. In January, after the potion has rested, you'll then do a reversal of the potion and turn it into a paranoia poison, so your best effort is required for both this term and the next."Everyone groaned and got to work."How's everything," Pansy started."Potter's a knob.""Which is why we're doing this. Don't let your emotions get in the way. Put your mask on."Ah yes. Draco's mask, as they all knew it. He could cover his feelings with a blink, and was his way to counter his Father should he ever feel upset after being disciplined. It was his survival method, his coping mechanism. It let him hide whenever he felt weak—which he never did. What are you talking about?Draco stopped paying attention to her and poured in the base liquid and the first few ingredients.People talked as usual, but there was a certain unrest on the other side of the room.Weasley and Potter muttered between each other, jabs and bites back and forth. Their usual camaraderie was gone. In fact, Potter looked uncomfortable, and Weasley was just as bad."Potter, switch with Parkinson," Snape ordered.Pansy and Draco looked at each other wearing opposite face:. Pansy nearly jumped out of excitement, and Draco felt nothing more than dread.Wait. No. No. He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't supposed to talk to Potter yet. He was just supposed to stare more.He didn't pay attention to Pansy as much as he should have, and it was going to bite him in the @rs@.But then, the echo of Potter's voice sounded in his head. Pick on someone your own size.Gladly, Potter. Gladly.Potter grabbed his books and trudged over next to Draco. Draco could smell him. He had a strange scent, one that Draco couldn't immediately identify... What kind of shampoo did he use? It must've been foul, whatever it was. And there definitely wasn't any cologne. Potter does stink.Potter threw his books down and sat on the bench next to Draco."You and Weasel having a domestic?""Shove off," Potter said, grabbing the stirring stick, pretending he knew what he was doing. He didn't."Oi, don't touch my brew." Draco bit. "I don't need your Potter germs falling in and ruining it.""Fine, I'll start on the paper.""Do you even know how to spell 'drachm calendula pollen'?""Why would I need to?""It's one of the ingredients.""Oh."Draco rolled his eyes. "I'll do both.""So what do I do?""Just sit there and look cute. It seems like that's all you know how to do."Draco paused. Oh no. What the hell did he just say? That was something that Pansy said during one of their tutoring sessions. It wasn't supposed to come until Phase 3. And Potter was just as caught off guard as Draco was. Merlin, he could slam his face against the table right now.He swallowed and corrected himself. "Don't do anything. I need to get high marks." Or his dreams of becoming Head Boy would be destroyed. He skipped one class to make the badges with the excuse of a 'stomach ache', but he couldn't afford any more.Draco stared at the potion, but could feel eyes on him. They weren't Potter's. He looked up, catching Pansy's glare, and that was enough of an indicator that Draco wasn't on the right path.Get Potter to fall for you. It couldn't be too hard. Potter only had half of a brain. Didn't Pansy say something like being nice?Draco took a deep breath and caught Pansy's eye.Touch him, Pansy mouthed.What? Draco had never been a good lip reader.Touch him.Still, Draco squinted and shook his head in confusion. Then, Pansy tightened her upper lip and stood, walking towards him. She put her hand on his shoulder and graced it quickly. Even her touch felt like a burn and he leant away from it. He stared at her, and she pointed to Potter. Potter's back was to her. He had no clue.To him, Pansy pointed.That, Draco could read.No way, he mouthed back, eyes wide. He looked up at Blaise in a panic and Blaise nodded.Draco swallowed as he thought about how he could touch Potter's shoulder without it being completely weird. And then the opportunity arose."Can you stir that?""I thought I was supposed to sit here."Draco took a deep breath. "Please." Merlin, it felt like he was sinning. Malfoy's don't beg.Potter grabbed the stirring stick and followed directions. Draco took a deep breath before acting, "You're doing it wrong!" He grabbed Potter's hand and guided him.Potter jumped and tried pulling his arm away, but Draco held it firm. They stood too close for comfort. "Why are you being weird?""Because you're doing it wrong," Draco equaled his tone, stirring it the proper way. "You're not tanking my grade if I can help it."Potter looked up at him. And then Draco realized how green Potter's eyes were. He guessed he knew his eye color, but not like this, not this close.They were green, yes. Everyone knew that. But they were more than that. The outline was brown, and almost blue, just surrounding the iris. In the middle, there were folds of different dimensions of greens and speckles that were, frankly, interesting. Potter's eyes must be the most interesting thing about him—besides the scar.Draco looked up at it. It was redder than Draco thought it would be."Why are you looking at me like that?""I'm not.""Malfoy, would you just..." Potter blushed slightly. "Let go of my hand."Draco did. Come on, Draco, this is the perfect moment."You have a nice..." Draco cleared his throat. Merlin, this was going terribly."What?""I didn't say anything.""Yes you did, you—""You know, if we're going to be partners, we're going to have to get along.""I'm not interested in being your partner," Potter grit. "You're mean, you're cruel, you're obnoxious. I don't want you." And then Potter caught himself—he wasn't talking about the project. "I'd rather fail." Draco didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. "What, no snide remark?""No," Draco said. "Not today."D@mn it. Phase 1 was complete, but convincing Potter to like him was going to be a lot harder than he thought.'
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