Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: Shittt! Has it been that long since I updated?? Sorry about that. This is kind of a filler chapter. When I started writing this, I had major writer's block. I'm also not good at "magical scenes". I just wanted to get this done & out. Now I can try & get back on track with my story line. Thanks to everyone for reading!

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The Breakfast of Champions

The great hall was surprisingly loud for a Sunday morning. The excitement and discussion of the Slytherin/Gryffindor game and Harry's miss of the snitch drowned out any other conversations that may have been going on. Both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were always supporters of Gryffindor versus Slytherin, so the win was a happy occasion for them as well. However, Harry's miss of the snitch to his most hated rival Draco, would now be on the lips of many for years to come. His disappearance from the pitch immediately after the game, the subsequent absence from Hogsmeade, and his re-emergence in the hall for breakfast, with a strange radiance about him, only fanned the flames of debate.

"He got shagged last night," whispered Ernie MacMillan, who was sitting at the Hufflepuff table. He said this within earshot of Harry, who was walking to his table. Harry eyed him sheepishly. "Look at how he’s glowing. After a defeat like that, he should be moody and brooding. Some lucky girl is definitely going to be kissing and telling. I pray for Harry’s sake that it was Ginny."

"Why does it have to be a girl?" Justin hissed irritably. "It could very well have been a boy." His face sagged when he thought of that news. He shot death glares at the Slytherin table. Don't think I'm done with you Zabini.

Ernie chuckled, "Justin, give it a rest ok. Harry isn't gay, so you will have to let go of that fantasy. It's never going to happen." He immediately regretted the statement.

"Why? Because you think I'm a stupid Hufflepuff and he is the Boy Who Lived? Harry isn't like that, Ernie. You know that. He helped us in the DA and everything. He's not an asshole, like Zabini and Malfoy. I know if I just got a chance to know him better, he would like me. I just have to get him alone, say the right thing; I can convince him that I am the best for him."

The other boy sighed wearily. It was a pointless thing, debating with Justin on this hopeless conversation. Justin was one of his best friends, but his single minded focus on Harry had become a full blown obsession, and no matter what he said, Justin wouldn't let it go. He wondered if Ginny Weasley vexed her friends as much as Justin did. Maybe the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs needed to do a joint intervention. It wasn't a bad idea. He glanced at the Gryffindor table, and watched the ebony haired boy slowly eat his breakfast. He looked back at Justin, who was also staring at Harry, clearly besotted. Ernie had a nagging foreboding in the pit of his stomach. This was not going to turn out well, for anyone.

"Harry, don't pay any attention to them," Hermione said at their table, looking harassed. "You can't be perfect all of the time. But you shouldn't have disappeared like that. We were worried about you." She had been bombarded with questions regarding Harry's performance in the game and his disappearance by half the student body.

Harry scowled darkly. "I didn't know I had to report my every move. I thought the Inquisitorial Squad was gone." He stabbed at his pancake, creating several jagged holes in the breading.

Hermione frowned. "I'm not saying that at all. You don't have to report to us. I know that you really wanted to win. I mean, you always catch the snitch. And then to lose it to Malfoy…" She trailed off, sensing that she was not helping the situation. Harry was looking at her, his gaze icy. "Sorry.” She bit her lip. "But we were worried, where did you go?"

"We? As in you and Seamus?" Harry didn't even try to hide his smirk from her.

Hermione blushed. "We, as in the whole House and your team. You're the captain! We won, remember? Everyone kind of expected you to be there for the celebration."

"Don't change the subject, Hermione. Is this thing serious with Seamus?"

"I like him, Harry. He's nice to me and we don't argue. He is open with his feelings, so I don't have to guess what the hell is going on." Her face was growing pinker by the minute.

"And what about Ron? You don't care about him anymore? It's over just like that?"

A scowl crossed her features. "Ron lied to me. He got all pissed with me about a kiss, but failed to mention he had shagged Pansy! If it wasn't for Malfoy, I probably still wouldn't have known about it. I never thought I would be thankful for something he did."

Harry smiled inwardly. Yeah, Malfoy needed to be thanked all right; for the best damn sex of his life.

"But do you still care about him? He still cares about you. Don't you at least want to try?"

"I don't know. I can't trust him. He should have told me the truth, instead of acting like an immature jackass. And what about Seamus? I'm not going to go and just break up with him because Ron is mad. Besides, I think Lavender still fancies him, so he won't be alone."

"He doesn't want Lavender, he wants you. Will you at least talk to him? He told me you have been ignoring him. He feels really bad about the whole thing."

"I don't know if I can Harry, I mean…Pansy?! Every time I think about it, it makes me sick. I mean, we were taking things slow with our relationship and now he has slept with her, before I did. Do you know how humiliating that is? Every time I see her, she'll give me that stupid look, knowing she got something before I did. This is soo frustrating. I will never drink again, believe me there. All it has done is made my life hell."

Harry didn't disagree with that sentiment. It certainly had made his life more…interesting.

"I mean, look at her." Hermione's gaze indicated the front entrance of the hall. "And the way she is just crawling all over Malfoy. I guess he chose to forgive her." She frowned. "I didn't think Malfoy was the forgiving type, especially since it was Ron. I wouldn't have known he had it in him to overlook that."

Harry turned and watched as Pansy and Draco walked into the hall. Hermione was right, Pansy was all over him. Her free arm was around his neck and as he watched, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Harry watched this silently. Malfoy had only left his room a couple of hours ago and now here he was being kissed by Pansy? He felt a darkness creeping up through his bones, rising up from somewhere inside of him, searing a hole in his chest. Was this payback? He remembered only a week ago, Malfoy had seen him being kissed by Blaise, after they had sex the first time. It was not a huge leap of imagination that Malfoy would do the same thing to him.

Draco had entered the hall with barely concealed anger. Pansy was hanging from his shoulder like a living bag. He had just made it back to his room before he had been swamped by his Housemates, all clamoring for his attention. He managed to take a quick shower before he was dragged off to breakfast. Pansy had materialized next to him just when the group had reached the doors.

He hadn't expected to see Harry so soon. As soon as he walked in, he saw the look the Gryffindor was giving him. Draco quickly covered his surprise with his mask of indifference. He knew that he had been acting crazy the last few weeks with this whole Harry situation, but now it was time to get back in control. He couldn't allow anyone to see how unnerved he was, now that Harry had seen this display of Pansy's. He sat down at the table and looked at her irritably.

"Can I at least have my arm so I can eat my breakfast?" He pulled his arm away from her.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so happy that we worked things out. I really missed you. Where were you last night? I came by your room, no one had seen you." She bit into a piece of toast.

Draco felt hot eyes upon him. He chanced a look in Harry's direction, only to be rewarded with the sight of Harry's back, as he turned away.

"I took a walk, I didn't go straight back to the room."

"Oh, well, we can certainly make up for that." She smiled seductively. "I know that someone here missed me." She reached down and rubbed between Draco's legs.

Draco gagged on his cereal and began coughing. Several students turned to look at him. She patted him on the back, concern showing in her face.

"Are you ok?"

"Y-y-yeah," he gasped. "Don't do that again when I'm eating, Pansy! What are you trying to do? Kill me?" His face was red.

"Never that, Draco. I'm trying to get fucked today, that's what I'm trying to do.” She said, much louder than Draco would have liked.

"Gods, Pansy, keep your voice down. Everyone doesn't need to know our business."

"What are you talking about Draco? Everyone already knows our business. You think people don't know we fuck? What's the matter with you today? You're acting really strange."

"Nothing's wrong, Pansy. I just want to eat in peace, ok? I don't want to argue." He wished desperately that he could make her disappear. He hadn't had time to process what had happened the night before. He had fell asleep right after the best sex of his life. Harry was still sleeping when he left, so they had not talked about the details of their new "friendship.” If that's what it even was. Admitting to a friendship with Potter was a concept so alien that it gave him a headache.

His brow furrowed when he saw Blaise enter the hall. He hadn't seen him since the brawl Friday night. He wanted to know about his relationship with Thomas. He wanted to make sure that Blaise was preoccupied with him, instead of Potter. Blaise walked over to him and sat down. He looked hard at Draco before speaking.

"I'm not mad at you for what happened Friday night. It was really fucked up, though. But you at least tried to keep the situation calm. Thanks. But I guess I am out of the Slytherin fan club." He reached for some pumpkin juice.

"Yeah, you’re out of the club, Blaise.” He gave a wry smile. “Look, you're the one who keeps telling me to mind my business, so that's what I was doing."

He laughed. "Since when do you listen to anything I say? I guess you are pissed about Dean. I'm waiting to hear your anti-Gryffindor rant."

Draco chuckled and then leaned in close. "Normally I would oblige you, but another time, perhaps. So what's up with that? Is this your new conquest?”

Blaise looked taken aback. He had not expected the question or Draco’s calm acceptance of the situation. "Well, he’s not really a conquest. I'm getting to know him. He's pretty cool. Why aren’t you mad?

"Why should I be mad? It's your life. If you want to run around with Gryffindors that’s your suicide. How did you get hooked up with him? I thought…ummm..well I thought you liked someone else." He lowered his voice. He hadn't told Blaise that he had seen him kiss Potter last week.

He sighed. "Yeah, that's a long story. We kind of got thrown together. I'm not happy about it, but Dean is cool. I'm trying to make the best of it. It messed things up with the other person because they're friends. When I find out who screwed that up…" He balled his hand into a fist.

Draco watched him coolly. "So this 'other' friend, would that be…Potter.”

Blaise's eyes flashed. "Don't even go there with me, Draco. I'm not in the mood for that old argument."

"Relax, Blaise. I’m not going there, alright? I don’t want to argue about Boy Wonder. I just didn’t like the fact that you were keeping secrets. You never did that before. No more secrets, alright?" He smiled evenly, without a trace of guilt.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "We’re Slytherins, Draco. We’ll always have secrets. But I’ll tell you that one. Yeah, it was him.” He gave Draco a look, daring him to say anything.

"So you’re telling me that Potter is into boys. Bloody hell, that is hilarious. I can't believe it.” Innocence covered Draco's beautiful features.

"Well, I won't go that far, but he is not closed to the idea. If you tell anyone that I told you that, I'll break your face. I'm not kidding. Friend or no friend, I won't have you messing up anything for me. I just need some time to get him used to the idea. I think he was warming up."

Draco's insides clinched tightly. His face remained impassive. "Warming up to what? Being with you? He actually was interested in you? I doubt that seriously. I hope you aren’t falling for his bullshit.”

Blaise sighed again and he turned around to watch Harry. When he faced Draco again, he looked determined. "Shut up, Draco! You don’t know what you’re talking about. Honestly, I really like Harry. I know you aren’t capable of understanding anything but lies and deception. But he’s not Slytherin, but he also isn't like what we all thought. He's not all perfect and goody-goody like everyone makes him out to be. I think he really hates all that fame stuff and everyone knowing what he's doing every second. He's funny, despite all of the crap going on around him. I’m not falling for any bullshit.”

“So why are you with Thomas then? If Boy Wonder is all that, why are you slumming with his friend?”

Blaise rolled his eyes. “He’s still a bloody Gryffindor. He didn't want to hurt Dean’s feelings. I don't really want to hurt him either, but if the chance comes up, best believe that I’m going for it. Gimme one night with Harry, I will make him mine."

Over my cold dead body.

Draco’s eyes flicked silver sparks. He licked his lips seductively. Blaise watched him, suspicious. "Good luck with that."

HPDM

Ron and Ginny had entered the hall and joined them at the table. Ron sat next to Harry, but his eyes kept darting to Hermione, who was suddenly very interested in her muffin. Ginny was giving Harry angry looks, just as Seamus appeared in their midst. He sat down next to Hermione, who now looked even more uncomfortable. Ron bit his lip, and then focused on Harry.

"Harry, where have you been? We looked everywhere for you last night.” Ron said. "Why did you run off like that?"

"I didn't run off, I left. I just wanted some time alone."

"Hey, look, we still won! Don't be pissed about the snitch. I know that Malfoy getting it first really sucked. He probably cheated somehow. But they still lost! It was still a great game." He reached out to touch Harry's shoulder. Harry nodded, still feeling the loss in his gut. He could feel Ginny's eyes burning holes through his head. He looked up at her, openly annoyed.

"What's wrong with you? Did I not check in with you either? I didn't realize that I had all of these extra Lily's in the world."

Hermione and Ron both looked shocked. They had never heard Harry make reference to his mother like that before. Even Ginny looked surprised at his vehemence, but quickly recovered.

"Did you have someone in your room last night?" she asked, anger burning her cheeks red.

Ron groaned. "Ginny, I told you to leave it alone. That isn't your business."

She glared at her brother. "It's none of your business either, if I want to ask my boyfriend a question." She cut her eyes at Harry.

"Why are you asking me that?" Harry decided not to correct her about the 'boyfriend" comment. It would only lead to an even more unpleasant conversation.

"Did you?"

Harry leaned back and crossed his arms. "No, I didn't." He was inwardly shocked. How did Ginny know someone had been in his room?

Ginny frowned at him. "I saw someone leaving your room this morning, Harry! They were under a concealment charm. You're lying! Who is she?" Her mouth was twitching.

Harry kept his expression blank. He shifted his gaze to look at Ron, who was looking back at him nervously.

"Ginny, stop! Just leave him alone, ok?" He sighed wearily, as if this had been an ongoing discussion. He knew he wouldn't be able to contain his sister's rage.

"Tell me who she is, Harry! I know I saw someone! You promised that we would talk about these things, but that you needed some space. You didn't say that space meant you could mess around with other girls! Whoever it is, I want you to stop seeing her, now!" Ginny cried out shrilly, her voice carrying across the hall.

Now most of the Gryffindor table had stopped eating to look at them. Colin and Dennis Creevy gave each other knowing looks. Everyone in Gryffindor knew of the ongoing drama about Ginny and Harry. A few heads at the Slytherin table had also perked up, notably a blonde and a dark haired one. A head at the Hufflepuff table was also watching the spectacle with interest.

"Ginny, I’m not going to talk about this again with you. We are NOT together anymore. I hate to break it to you, but I can have anyone in that I want in my room, WITHOUT your permission. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you, but I’m tired of this shit. This has got to end."

He had lowered his voice, so it was coming out in tight phrases. He was very aware that the entire hall could very well be listening to them. His mouth tightened into an angry scrunch.

"So there was someone in your room. I knew it! It was a blonde and she was tall! Who was she?

Harry’s eyes turned to icy slivers and the vicious sneer he gave Ginny made Hermione and Seamus wince.

“It could’ve been anybody, as long as it wasn’t you.”

Ginny ran her tongue across the front of her teeth. She gave Harry a sly smile. "Well, I don’t need you to tell me anyway. I can figure out who it is. How many tall blondes are in this place anyway? I know she would have to be at least a 5th year or older, which narrows it down considerably. And when I find her Harry, she is going to wish she hadn’t fucked with me…or you for that matter. Shall I go and ask? I know she is dying to tell the world that she is sleeping with MY boyfriend." Ginny backed up from the table.

Upon first inspection, it looked like it would have been a little difficult to guess which blonde it was. There weren't that many tall blondes who were 5th years or older. In fact, there were only five in the hall at that moment. There were two in Hufflepuff, one in Ravenclaw and two in Slytherin; only one of them male. Kate Smith and Shannon Ayers of Hufflepuff were not serious contenders. Kate had a boyfriend and they were hopelessly devoted to one another. Shannon had a vampire fetish. Audrey Tinsdale of Ravenclaw was openly in love with Padma Patil. That left Slytherin. Simona Jansen, who was part Veela and looked eerily like Fleur Delacour was a haughty 5th year. And even though she was only fifteen, she was engaged to one of the richest wizards in the world, who had attended Durmstrang. She enjoyed telling anyone who would listen about it. Draco was the only other blonde in the room.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she quickly assessed the situation. She shot a look at Harry, her brow furrowed. That couldn’t be right…

Ron picked an inopportune time to speak. "You did have someone in your room? Why didn't you tell me? And here I’ve been trying to tell her that she was wrong." He looked pissed off. “When did this happen?”

"God, Ron, shut up! You really aren't helping at all. Which is typical." Hermione hissed. Ron cut his eyes to Hermione and made a face.

"Excuse me? At least I'm trying to be here for Harry as his friend, something that other backstabbers who will remain nameless, don’t know anything about."

Hermione paled. "Backstabber? Oh, let's not talk about backstabbing. You accused me once of fraternizing with the enemy, but who is now sleeping with them, huh?” She stared pointedly at Ron. “Oh, I didn’t think so. I didn’t think you had anything to say about that."

Hermione noticed that Harry looked almost as guilty as Ron did at that moment. Neville and Dean, who had joined the table just before the argument, stayed noticeably quiet as well. Neville looked pained.

"Oh…I-I-I'm sorry, Neville, I didn't mean anything by that. I'm happy for you and Millicent." Her cheeks were turning red in embarrassment. Dean looked from Hermione to Neville and then back, his forehead creased in anger.

"Oh, so now I'm sleeping with the enemy? Am I a traitor? It's ok for Neville to be with the creature feature Millicent, and start a fight with the Slytherins and you all join in, but no one is happy for me? And when Harry was hanging out with Blaise and kissed him by the lake? No one had anything to say about that. And Ron can sleep with the bride of Frankenstein, but everyone acts like that didn’t happen. But now I'm a backstabber! Who else thinks that?"

Ron's eyes went wide. He turned to stare at Harry. "You kissed Zabini by the lake? What the-"

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Harry, is that true? If it is, you lied to me!"

Harry opened his mouth to respond but didn’t have a chance before…

Neville sneered at Dean. "You take that back about Millicent! Nobody said anything bad about your Medusa headed boyfriend, who likes Harry better than he likes you!"

Dean puffed out his chest. "He does not! He's over Harry! And those are locks in his hair, but you wouldn't understand that. And you never liked Millicent either, so don't act all brand new about it. It’s only because you finally got shagged, that now you like her!"

Neville looked scandalized.

"You are a traitor Dean!” Seamus yelled. "You and Zabini? What could you be thinking? And here I thought we were friends. I can't believe that you kept something like this from me. I can’t believe that you’re a poof!"

Dean glared menacingly at Seamus. "You aren't in any position to talk about backstabbing, Seamus. You and Hermione are just…wrong for what you're doing."

Ginny turned to Dean and said, "I'm glad someone finally said it. You all could have at least waited a day or 2 before you just stabbed my brother in the back." She looked at Ron, who was still gaping at Harry. "Ron, you could do so much better. And you have nerve trying to give me advice, Hermione.” She gave Hermione a look of disgust.

Hermione snorted. "Someone does. Because you are making a bloody fool of yourself, Ginny! Harry is done with you and you can't even see it. He's into other things now, like kissing Zabini." She eyed Harry angrily.

"Harry didn't kiss Zabini at the lake, Zabini kissed him. I thought you knew everything, smarty pants." Ginny retorted.

Ron was still gaping. "Harry and Zabini?"

Dean eyed Ginny suspiciously. "How did you know about that? You are a sneaky wench, aren’t you? I don’t need you to side with me, Ginny. I still haven't forgotten what you did. You lied to Harry so he would catch me and Blaise and confunded us. Just admit it!"

"Oh gods, Dean, get over yourself. You aren't that important for someone to want to confund you. If anything, it was probably you're Slytherin boyfriend that did it, or Malfoy. He was pretty ticked off at their friendship as well. Did you ever think of that?" Ginny quipped.

"Of course he didn't,” sneered Seamus. "He's a horrible judge of character."

"Yeah, I guess I am, seeing how you're shagging your friend's girlfriend. I don’t want to be friends with someone like that. I didn’t know you were so despicable. That's just wrong." Dean snapped.

"Yeah, you don't have the monopoly on morality either. How nasty is it that you want to be with guy who was shagging your friend, Harry, moments before you. That's nasty."

"Hey-!" Harry cried out. "I wasn't shagging Zabini-"

"Yeah, Harry wasn't with Zabini, I saw him go home with Malfoy that night." Neville piped up.

The wind that whipped through the Gryffindor table as everyone's necks spun around to gape at Harry caused several napkins to fall to the floor.

Hermione blinked several times in rapid succession, thinking that perhaps the faster she did it; it would help her to process what she had just heard. Seamus' jaw came unhinged and his mouth opened so wide you could see the back of his throat. Ginny's face crumpled like a discarded piece of parchment, her nose wrinkled distastefully and her lips bunched together as if she was eating lemons. Dean smiled a wicked grin.

Neville looked worried, realizing how this must sound. "I mean-"

Ron, who was still trying to grasp the kiss at the lake, heard the words, "Harry,” "shagging,” "Malfoy.” He turned a ghastly red, sputtered and tried to jump from his seat. He only succeeded in banging his knees against the underside of the ancient wood.

"YOU'RE SHAGGING MALFOY!?" He gasped loudly, grimacing in pain.

Harry looked up at Ron with a blank expression. He reached out and jerked him forward so fast, that Hermione gasped. From another viewpoint, it would have looked like the two were lovers. Harry’s lips so close to Ron’s ear, Ron’s eyes closed, breathing heavily.

“Sit down and shut up or you will not live to see tomorrow.” Harry said it so quietly. He was breathing heavily and the darkness that had threatened him before was now coming back; a lot faster and harder now. Ron opened his eyes and stared at Harry, and he moaned silently when Harry's eyes changed from a brilliant green to midnight black. He straightened up, but not before he saw a dark shadow cross Harry's face, almost as if a cloud had passed specifically over him.

“H-H-arry,” he stammered. “Are you ok?”

“Of course he’s not ok, Ron! You just accused him of shagging Malfoy! He’ll never be ok again!” Ginny admonished.

Seamus, Dean and Neville watched Harry apprehensively, all previous conversation forgotten. They all were experiencing a strange shift of magic at the table, like a blanket had fallen over them, choking them.

“I’m fine,” he said quietly. He fixed them all with wicked glare, “And for the record, I’m not shagging Malfoy.” He focused his iron gaze on Ginny. She pulled away from him slightly, fully aware of the fury burning inside him; she could actually feel the heat rising from him.

“No one was in my room last night. I was under the concealment charm. I don’t feel the need to have to report my every move to you. But I will tell you, I didn’t want to face anyone after the game. I needed some time. Now you can see why. You just don’t let up. Yesterday was Sirius’s birthday. And I wanted to win the game for him, my last game against Slytherin. Now is everyone happy that you know all of my business? Do I need to let you all know when I’m going to the bathroom next?”

He shoved his plate away from him. It flew across the table and landed on the floor, the loud sound of breaking china filling the silence. He stood up, looked around the table and headed out of the hall, leaving his stunned friends goggling in his wake.

HPDM

Harry walked down by the black lake. He needed to get his mind together. It was stupid for him to lose control like that, especially now that things were different. He had to do better than that. He had to keep control of himself, keep the demon at bay. He smiled to himself, his plan would work. It was time to continue with the training.

He headed back to the castle, his mind on his upcoming work. He had reached the Fat Lady, when a voice hissed out his name.

He looked into the shadows. White blonde hair gleamed from the darkness.

“Malfoy? What are you doing here? Leave before someone sees you!”

“Not until you tell me what the hell that was at breakfast this morning! What the hell were you thinking?” He moved out from the shadows and Harry could see that he was highly pissed off.

Harry walked over to him, pushing him down the hall towards an empty storage room. They went in and Harry shut the door. He turned just in time for Malfoy to shove him hard against the wall. His face was inches from Harry’s.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, Potter. But the shit ends now. Stay the hell away from me. And if you ever tell anyone-“ He broke off suddenly.

Harry was shaking all over, his eyes squinted. Draco could feel him vibrating in his arms. He backed away from Harry, fear gripping him. He was ready to bolt from the room, when realization dawned on him. Harry was laughing.

“What’s so funny, Potter?” Draco asked irritably. He couldn’t believe that Potter was just standing there laughing at him.

“You are, Malfoy. Enough with the theatrics. You should take this routine on the road. You may win a ‘Wizzy” with this performance.” He grinned wildly.

Draco fumed. “What? Oh, you got jokes, huh? How is any of this funny? Did you tell Weasel about what happened? You said you wouldn’t say anything!”

Harry gave him an exasperated look. “Do you really think I told him or anybody any of this? It’s already crazy enough as it is, why would I want to add to it by telling them about these…incidents? I would never hear the end of it! I meant what I said, about not telling. So you can stop worrying.”

“Well, I’m not convinced! The Weasel seemed pretty accurate about the situation, if you ask me.”

“Ron doesn’t know anything, expect now he knows Blaise kissed me at the lake. He misunderstood Neville saying he saw us go home together.”

“What?? Blaise kissed you at the lake? When was this?”

“That’s not important, Malfoy! What is important is that I got them off track with this. Ginny saw you leave my room this morning, under the concealment charm.” He rolled his eyes. “She is a complete nightmare.”

“Blaise kissed you at the lake? That dog! He never told me that! And neither did you!” He glared at Harry. “What else have you all done? Merlin! Did I follow behind…” He paled considerably.

“Malfoy, can we focus on the immediate problem? Who cares about that! And I already told you that you were the first guy I slept with, ok! Get over it.”

“Yeah, but…but…you could’ve done other things.”

“Like the things you did with him?” Harry smirked.

Draco made a face. “I didn’t do anything with him, he’s my best friend.”

Harry raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “All the more reason…”

“Gods, tell me that you didn’t do things with Weasley.” Draco shuddered.

“You know what, Malfoy, I have things to do and you’re starting to bug me. Are we done here?” Harry made as if to leave the room.

“Fine, Potter. I believe you. You didn’t tell them anything. But you better make sure that this doesn’t get out. The leak is on your end, which was clearly evidenced by today’s little fuck up.”

“Well, none of it would’ve happened if you weren’t spotted coming out of my room. You could have at least changed your hair color to something less obvious. I can try to keep Ginny off the scent, but that won’t be easy. That girl is a hellhound.”

“Your friends are entirely too nosy, Potter. I don’t have that problem. What I say goes in Slytherin.”

“For once I would have to agree with you.” Harry admitted ruefully.

Draco looked at him in surprise. Potter actually agreed with him by admitting that his friends were nosy busybodies?

“Oh don’t look so shocked. My friends aren’t saints, Malfoy. We get on each other’s nerves sometimes. Is it always a big love fest with you and Crabbe?”

Draco laughed. “For him, yeah.”

They both laughed together and it was a comfortable feeling and sound. Harry was the first to notice it, the ease of laughing with Malfoy. It was something that he never recalled doing. They both became conscious of it and immediately quieted.

Harry had been leaning against the wall. He stood up, and began smoothing down his shirt.

“Wish I could say it’s been a pleasure, but…you know.” He grinned lazily at Draco. “I got to go.”

“When are you going to work on the magic stuff?” He asked, he didn’t want to sound too anxious.

Harry watched Draco intently, his mind working. He turned his head slightly to the side. “I was going to do something tonight. But I don’t know if I can trust you, Malfoy. I don’t know how far to take this with you.”

“You don’t think you can trust me? I haven’t said a word about us, to anyone. Haven’t I proven myself?”

“No. Sex doesn’t mean anything. If everyone ended up knowing, no one is going to die, except maybe our pride. I’m talking about something entirely different.”

Draco looked intrigued. “What are you up to Potter? Is this one of your adventures that you always seem to be involved in? Is it something that’s going to get us in trouble, get us killed?”

“Yes on all counts.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “You’re really serious about this? Why are you asking me? Where are your faithful sidekicks, Boy Dunder and Annoying Girl?”

“They’re picking up our mascot, the Amazing Bouncing Ferret.”

Draco scowled. “Oh, yeah Potty, I forgot about that one.”

“Look, Malfoy, the truth is, you may be the only one who can actually appreciate the irony of what I’m doing. If you are in, then meet me in the Room of Requirement at midnight. If not, then stay the fuck out of my way.” He left the room, not waiting to see if Draco was going to agree or not. Draco stared after him, clearly in shock. Potter was acting so…Slytherin.

HPDM

When Draco arrived at the Room of Requirement, Harry was already there. He was standing in the middle of the room, drawing strange looking hieroglyphics on his bare skin. Draco stopped and stared, mesmerized by Harry’s sensual movements as he applied the ochre pigment. Despite the sensuality, Harry exuded deadly intent, like the warriors of old. His golden skin, still bronzed after all this time, absorbed the red, yellow and brown colors; making his skin glow in the light. There was hardly any light in the room, except for a single black candle placed in the center of a circle. A large black book, the one Draco had seen in Harry’s room the night before, was next to him. Harry raised his head and studied Draco with a grim expression on his face.

“So can I trust you? Or will you betray me at your next earliest convenience?”

“I came didn’t I?”

“Sign a waiver.” He produced a piece of parchment from a small box that was on a side table Draco hadn’t noticed before.

“Come on, Potter. I said I wouldn’t turn you in.”

“Malfoy, sign it or get out.”

Grumbling, Draco signed the paper. “This had better be good, all this bloody drama.”

Harry, satisfied, put the paper back in the box; he then pulled out a small potion vial. The contents were a deep shade of violet. He returned to the box again, and took out a small pill that looked like candy.

Draco looked on with interest. “What’s that?”

“This helps with the pain.” He turned up the potion vial, draining its contents. He staggered slightly, but then straightened up. “You can have one of these, if you want.” He held it out to Draco.

Draco looked down at the pill. “You’re using drugs, Potter?”

Harry laughed. “Yeah, when I figured out that’s what they were, I was pretty shocked myself. But at this point, I don’t even care if they are. They have helped me more than you know.”

Draco was floored. Harry was openly admitting to using drugs. He would have never suspected this. But then again, Harry did get drunk a lot, maybe drugs weren’t so far behind. He had used them himself, once or twice. “Where did you get it from?”

“Look I just got it alright? Do you want it or not? I’m not hooked or anything, it just helps with my pain from the werewolf attack.”

Draco eyed him curiously. He wanted to contradict that statement, but decided against it. Now was not the time for a lecture. He looked down at it again.

“Maybe this will help you to change your mind.”

Harry put the pill on his tongue and walked over to Draco. He leaned in, lightly pressing the boy’s lips with his tongue, wanting entrance. Any hesitation Draco may have had dissolved instantly melted and he opened his mouth for Harry. Harry’s tongue brushed against his Draco’s and he responded in kind. Harry’s kiss tasted sweet, like peach nectar and spice. Draco marveled in it, enjoying the sensation. He hardly noticed the pill, which had dissolved almost upon contact with him.

Harry moved back, breaking the kiss. Draco hung there, mouth open, his mind swirling. It still felt like Harry’s lips were on his, and that his hands were running all over his body. The fact that Harry was now across the room, didn’t quell the fantasy in Draco’s mind.

“Now I have something I need to do. Lie down and wait, ok?” Draco hadn’t even noticed the soft, plush couch that was against the wall near his side. Harry took his hand and walked him to the couch.

“No matter what happens, don’t interrupt ok?” Draco nodded, Harry’s words sounding so far away. He felt like he was floating on air.

Draco reclined on the couch, and he watched Harry walk back to the candle. He kneeled down on the floor and he opened the book. Harry closed his eyes and he began breathing in a steady rhythm. Draco saw that the colored symbols on Harry’s skin had begun to twist and swirl, like they had come to life. He pushed himself up on his elbows, trying to get a closer look. Harry looked so serene sitting there, but so powerful. Draco felt the magic in the room intensify. There was a sickly sweet scent in the air and the charge of static electricity. Draco began to feel a bit uneasy, but the calming intoxication of the drug pushed that feeling away.

The silence continued. The candle flickered and then the flame brightened, expanding out in a fountain of sparks. Draco tried to sit up again, but his limbs were not responding to his command. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry had placed his hands on the book and called out

“aimalotreve EGO addo vos porro tamen EGO imperium vos!”

He repeated it three times, and then sat back on his hunches. The book twitched once, twice, three times. A dark shadow rose from the pages, illuminated by the candle, causing the sparks to blaze even hotter. The room became hot and murky, the heat shimmering from the normally ice cold tile.

Draco watched in morbid fascination as the shadow moved towards Harry. Harry showed no fear, only welcomed it by sticking out his right hand. The shadow had an animalistic quality, but no clearly defined features. It stopped about a foot away from Harry. Harry pulled his wand from his pocket.

“INCARCEROUS”

It began to shimmer violently, and Harry quickly leaned over it. He inhaled the misty apparition in several deep breaths. Once the shadow was gone, Harry fell back, dropping to his knees. He placed his hands on the floor, still holding his wand.

“aimalotreve Vos es iam reus quod sub meus imperium.” He managed to gasp out, he was shaking violently now. He put his hands up to his head, holding his temples tightly. Blood poured from Harry’s nose and he spit it from his mouth. He shakily cast a cleaning spell with his wand over his face and the floor. Only then did he turn to Draco.

“Potter! Shit! What the hell did you do?” Draco was pale. He had managed to sit up on the couch. He got up and walked up to Harry. He reached down to help him up.

“Don’t touch me!” Harry cried out in alarm. Draco drew back, startled.

“I was only trying to help, Potter!”

“I know, Malfoy, it’s not…safe to touch me right now. I’m ok.” He tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. His voice sounded low, husky…possessed. Draco could see the swirling irises; nothing was reflected in them; it was just empty black pools.

“Potter, what the hell was that? That was a dark art spell!”

“What was your first clue, Malfoy?”

Any trace of Draco’s high disappeared in that sobering and terrifying moment. Learning that Harry Potter was practicing dark arts loudly announced to Draco that his world had changed forever, irrevocably. If the once proud and true Gryffindor was casting dark spells to summon dark creatures to do Merlin knows what; they were all lost. The wizard world was at the precipice of destruction. The Dark Lord’s poisonous and treacherous reign had finally succeeded in destroying Draco’s carefully constructed illusion of life.

Instead of dealing with the enormity of his collapsed belief system, his mind only allowed him to focus on a less distressing issue.

“You cast a dark arts spell, in Hogwarts?? Do you know how much trouble you’re in?” An even scarier thought took hold. “Wait, I’m in here with you! Now we are both going to be in expelled! Have you lost your mind?? What the hell are we going to do now?”

He looked around wildly, half expecting Dumbledore to appear through the walls at any moment, ready to break his wand and send him to Azkaban. He looked like a skittish colt, ready to bolt at any moment.

“Relax Malfoy, stop being such a git! We’re not going to get caught. I took care of all that.”

“How did you take care of it? And what the hell did you summon?”

“This is the Room of Requirement. I required someplace where I wouldn’t get caught. So that is exactly what I got. Oh and I summoned a demon.” He said this like he had borrowed a potions book. He picked up his shirt and put it on. “I have to go and take this stuff off. These rune symbols are practically tattoo art. Hard to get off.”

“I can’t believe this. You summoned a demon?? Why? What the hell for?”

Harry waved his hand over the remaining items in the room. The book, candle and box all disappeared.

“Potter??”

Harry sighed. “I can’t defeat Voldemort without some extra help.”

“And you think a demon is going to help you do that?”

“Yeah, and I’m going to raise the dead.”


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