𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎

Part II

Chapter Warning: Explicit male/male sexual content (NC-17 rating) and general goofiness.

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Intrepid Teenage Hero

Part II. The Saucy Minx

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At tea time the next day, the wizarding world's most well-known intrepid teenage hero could be found on the front steps of Malfoy Manor, fidgeting slightly. He had swallowed a drought of Polyjuice Potion with one of Blaise's hairs in it only moments ago and then had Apparated directly to the front gates of Malfoy Manor.

A short walk up the property had him standing in front of the mansion's ornately carved door, anxiously smoothing his robes and patting his new curly hair. Harry was now the spitting image of Blaise Zabini, with Blaise's flawless dark skin, chocolate eyes and stunning features. Blaise had even loaned him clothes, so Harry was dressed in a soft, fitted jumper and black trousers with a fashionable black cloak over the whole thing.

There was no way Malfoy could possibly know who he really was, but Harry was still nervous about the whole situation.

Come on, Potter, you can do this, he coached himself. Won't be the first time you've had to fool Malfoy using Polyjuice Potion.

Harry had been relieved to realize that, unlike himself and Vincent Crabbe, he and Blaise were much closer to the same size and build. It wasn't at all hard to get used to Blaise's only slightly smaller body.

Now he just had to get used to the idea of shagging Draco Malfoy.

How do I get into these situations? he thought desperately, as he lifted a hand and rang the bell. Honestly, shagging Draco Malfoy to find a Horcrux…I must be mad…

The bell echoed ominously through the monstrously huge house. Moments later, a House Elf was answering the door.

"Mister Zabini, please come in," the elf squeaked. "Master Malfoy is telling me that he expects you in the parlour."

The elf led Harry down several corridors, finally stopping before a large pair of doors. Harry took a deep breath. There was no going back now.

The doors opened magically to reveal a large room with several clusters of fancy-looking furniture, an enormous marble fireplace, and a small table set for tea for two in the center of the room.

As Harry stared at the scones and tiny cakes on the tea table, hoping against hope that maybe he might get away with just having tea, a familiar snotty voice filled the room.

"Dinky, honestly, I would hope Blaise Zabini would know his way to the parlour by now. Do you really think he needs an escort?"

Harry's eyes darted right, looking for the source of the voice. There, elegantly sprawled on his side along one of the couches, was Draco Malfoy as Harry had never seen him before.

Gone were the heavy black school robes and starched uniform shirts that Harry was accustomed too. In their place Draco was wearing a light grey hooded robe that draped fluidly around his body. Gone also was the helmet-like head of slicked back hair, held in place with thick gel. Instead, Draco's hair was loose, with soft, small sections tucked behind his ears and the shorter front pieces falling forward into his eyes.

Is that really Malfoy? Harry thought in shock. He looks absolutely edible.

As Harry tried hard not to gape, Draco stood up in one fluid movement, his robes falling elegantly into place around him. He crossed the room in a few easy strides, sauntering over to Harry.