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By Bracken Author's Notes: This is the sequel to "The Playing Field" and you may not understand the circumstances in here until you read that. Thanks to all the wonderful people who reviewed and asked for a sequel. Here it is. Hope it's what you had in mind. Feedback: Oh, please? I'll love you forever Dedication: For Tasha, under the onslaught of clan demands. This one's for you baby. Chapter One: He Could Do Seduction Harry hurt. He was sore everywhere and his energy seemed completely depleted. The bite marks and scratches were a constant pain, not so much physically, they hurt because Harry could not feel proud of them. Because he could not run his fingers over one, recall its creation from a haze of passion and end that memory happily. Every memory, no matter how rousing, eventually ended with the turmoil that was Draco's departure. The rejection had stung, to put it mildly. Harry had wept, and moped and indulged in self-pity. He was bitter that something that should have special had being tainted and broken and bent. He spent so much time and energy evaluating himself, wondering why he wasn't good enough, that by the end of the week he was completely spent. Once he recovered from his emotional drain, Harry invested his time in a more productive emotion: Anger. Just what gave Draco Malfoy the right to walk away from him like that anyway? Who did he think he was? And, more importantly, why did he leave? Because they were enemies? For revenge? As another week passed, Harry's conviction grew. Draco didn't leave because he didn't want Harry, he left because he wanted to hurt him more. Harry's self confidence and pride restored itself. So it was battle then. Well, Harry could match Draco duel for duel, he was sure of it, and if the battle tactic seemed to be "Take what you want and leave" well, two could play at that game. Harry wasn't about to play doormat any longer. Malfoy was going to feel the effects of his little scheme. He may have used blackmail, but Harry was too much of a Gryffindor to resort to the same thing. Harry would have to invest his time in an out and out seduction. Harry congratulated himself on taking control of his life again. He got up and strode confidently to the mirror in his dorm, taking in his reflection. The green eyes glittered in anticipation. He ran his hand through his thick, dark hair and indulged in an endearing crooked grin. He could *do* seduction. **This is it.** thought Harry. Draco Malfoy was going down - on him. |