Picking Wildflowers

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***IT'S THE PARTY SCENE!***

WARNING: This Chapter had Drug and Alcohol Use! I’m sorry if this offends any of you.

P.S. I know it's long, but I won't bother to apologize. I know you all love it!

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Chapter 14: Cheating, Sharing, Loving.

Draco was determined not to crack. No, no way in hell was he going to tell anything. Well, no more than was necessary. It was useless to tell Dumbledore that Harry couldn’t Apparate; he’d seen it for himself!

He and Dumbledore were sitting in the Headmasters office, as they had been for the last hour or so. Draco kept his eyes averted, knowing full well that his old, manipulative Headmaster was a Legilimins. Draco was an Occulimins, of course, but he was sure the Headmaster could get through.

Finally, Dumbledore started the conversation. “Mr. Malfoy, you were the only one in the Great Hall who, that I noticed, didn’t look surprised when you saw Mr. Potter Disapparate. Want to tell me why you weren’t surprised that a sixteen year old is an illegal Apparatist, and why you didn’t tell anyone?” he questioned purposefully.

Draco still refused to meet the Headmaster’s gaze as he thought a moment, then answered, “I’ve seen him do it before, and I assumed you knew.” he only half-lied. He had seen him do it before, but Draco didn’t really think that Dumbledore knew he could do it, or his powers would have been banned while at Hogwarts.

“You’ve seen him do it before?” Dumbledore repeated, wanting more information. “Explain, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco mentally growled. ‘Damn nosey Headmasters to hell and back.’ He thought nastily. Still averting Dumbledore’s gaze, Draco replied, “Yes; I was sitting in a classroom, for a Free Study Period,” Dumbledore nodded his assent. “And Harry was there, too. Next thing I know, he’s not there, and I looked out the window, and he was on the Quidditch Pitch.” he lied, but it sounded plausible.

“And you didn’t think of telling anyone of this?”

“I told you, I thought you already knew!” Draco explained, crossing his arms over his chest protectively. “If this is all, Headmaster, I really need to be going. I have to keep Harry busy before his Party.”

Dumbledore shot him a glare. “I’m sorry to inform you that this is most certainly not all.” he stated steadily. “Does Mr. Potter have any other unique abilities? Any that I do no know about?” he asked suspiciously.

“The only other one I am aware of is the Patronus Power, if you could call it a ‘Power’.” Draco answered.

“I knew about that one, Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore stated.

Draco shrugged. “So did I. It’s the only other one I know.” he repeated.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. “Do you think there are more?”

Draco’s gaze snapped to Dumbledore’s for a moment, before straying to his desk. “I don’t think so, Headmaster. Harry would have told me; we’ve become really close.” he noted, wanting to leave as soon as possible. ‘There is no way he buys this,’ he thought idly to himself, before concentrating on his breathing, and trying not to think so much.

Even though Draco wasn’t looking at Dumbledore, he could feel Dumbledore’s gaze on him, studying him. After a long moment of silence, Dumbledore stated, “I will keep in touch, Mr. Malfoy. Please tell Harry I said Happy Birthday.” He dismissed, waving his hand towards the door.

Draco didn’t need telling twice. He got up and hastily, but gracefully, left the office. Immediately, he checked the time. It was two fifteen. ‘Shit. I’ve got to get Harry! His party is in less than forty-five minutes!’ Draco looked up and down the hall. Where to look? He’d been in Dumbledore’s office for over an hour. Thankfully, he didn’t have to look around long.

He turned a corner, ran into someone. He merely stumbled back a few paces, while the other person fell to the ground. As Draco regained composure, he put on his sneer and was about to tell the person who had ran into him off. However he looked over to the person who had fell, and saw it to be Harry.

“Oi! Harry, I’m sorry,” he said, going over to the laying Gryffindor. “Wasn’t looking where I was going; I was trying to find you.” he said sincerely. He held out his hand as an offering to help Harry up, and Harry gratefully grabbed the appendage.

“Yeah,” Harry said, rubbing his head with his hand where he fell. “Sorry about that.” he apologized, “I was looking for you too; I was headed to Dumbledore’s office.” he told Draco. Then, a flash of fear flickered over his gaze as he looked up at Draco. “Did Dumbledore ask anything? What’d you tell him? How much does he know?” he asked fearfully.

Draco held up his hands to quiet the boy. “Hey, it’s alright, I think. Dumbledore knows now that you can Apparate; that’s it. He asked why I didn’t look surprised when you Disapparated, so I told him I’ve seen you do it before. Then he wanted to know why I hadn’t told anybody, and I said that I thought he knew.” He paused to let it sink in for a moment, before continuing, “After that, he wanted to know if you had any other powers or abilities,” here, he saw Harry tense, “and I told him that I didn’t know of any. So he asked me if I thought there was more, and I told him no, that you would have told me. See? Nothing to worry about,” he calmed, resting his hand on Harry’s arm. “Oh, and Dumbledore says ‘Happy Birthday’.”

Harry let out a shaky breath. “I was so worried; Dumbledore would probably go to the Ministry or have my powers banned from Hogwarts. I like my Powers,” he pouted playfully.

Draco smiled. “So do I.” he agreed. He suddenly checked the time again and his eyes widened marginally. “Come on, we’ve got about forty minutes till your party.” he said, and started walking. Turning to Harry, he asked, “Do you want to get cleaned up? You could shower in the Prefects Bathroom.” he pondered, still walking.

Harry looked down at himself and nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great.” he said, scrunching up his nose as he looked at his dirty, grass-stained clothes. He looked shyly at Draco, before back down, and mumbled, “Do you think I could borrow some of your clothes? I - I didn’t bring any to change into.”

Draco looked over to the shy, blushing boy again. “Yeah, it’s no problem.” he said. “You go to the Prefects Bathroom then, and I’ll go get clothes from my dorm. I’ll have to get some of my smaller clothes; you’re a bit skinnier and shorter than I am.” he noted. “The password is ‘Soap Bubbles’. I’ll see you in a few.” he said, than turned down a separate corner and ran to his dorm.

Harry continued walking, until he stopped and sighed. “I’m never going to get used to just Apparating,” he said aloud to no one, then Disapparated himself to the entrance of the Prefects Bathroom. “Soap Bubbles,” he told the door, and then went in.

Harry stepped inside, and looked quizzically between the shower and the bath. ‘Bath or shower, bath or shower?’ he wondered to himself. After just a moment, he decided on a shower; seeing as though he was pressed on time. Harry stripped off his dirty, grimy, grassy Quidditch clothes, then stepped into a shower stall. He closed the glass door, and immediately, the warm water sprayed on his aching, slightly tense body, helping to relax him.

Harry let the water run over his tense muscles for a few minutes before grabbing his favorite smelling shampoo - green apple, of course - and squirting a liberal amount on his hand. He began to lather his hair, messaging his scalp with his fingers. He left the soap in his hair for a moment, and grabbed his liquid soap to wash his body. After he was good and lathered, Harry dipped his head under the shower head and thoroughly rinsed his hair.

That’s when Draco stepped in. Draco quietly shut the door behind him, and softly made his way to the counter to lay his clothes he’d chosen for Harry. He couldn’t control his wandering eyes that kept straying to the foggy glass of the shower, trying to look at any part of the Adonis’ body that might suddenly be revealed. Draco heard the water stop, and quickly grabbed a towel for Harry. Before Harry could get out, Draco stepped in front of the door and opened it only slightly.

As he put the towel through the small opening, Draco said, “Hey. I got here about two seconds ago. I didn’t know if you heard me come in,”

Harry grabbed the towel. “No, I didn’t.” he chuckled. “Thanks for the towel.” he said, and began drying himself while in the shower stall.

Draco nodded and went back over to the counter; he figured he should wait outside, but he just couldn’t resist seeing Harry half naked. Though, that would be kind of awkward, Draco thought. Draco rolled his eyes at himself, but none the less, turned towards the bath, and away from the shower.

Harry came out of the shower stall with the white, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. He looked over at Draco, who had his back to him. “You alright, Draco?” he asked, walking over to stand by him.

Draco smiled slightly to himself. “Yeah, just giving you some privacy, is all.” he said.

Harry raised his eyebrow at Draco’s back. “We’re both guys,” he said indifferently, while taking off the towel from around his middle and grabbing the clothes Draco picked out for him.

As Harry put on Draco’s boxers, he heard Draco respond, “Well, yeah. But I’m bisexual, Harry.” He informed the smaller boy.

Harry looked up with slightly wide eyes at Draco, “Oh. I didn’t know; I mean, you’re with Pansy, so I just automatically assumed -”

“I broke up with Pansy.” Draco interrupted. “She was obsessed with…someone else, and I didn’t feel like being…well, I don’t know. But it was awkward.” he stated firmly.

Harry nodded, though Draco couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I imagine it would be.” he agreed, then put on a pair of blue jeans. They fit snuggly on his hips and showed his belly-button and his naval; low-riders. Surprisingly to Harry, he didn’t need a belt. It felt slightly weird; he had always worn a belt. Shrugging off the feeling, Harry took the purple button-up shirt and put his arms in the sleeves. “I think you can look now; there isn’t anything exposed that you haven’t seen before.”

Draco turned around as Harry was buttoning up his shirt. He watched silently as Harry’s nimble fingers put the buttons through the appropriate slits, covering his slightly muscled chest. When they were all buttoned, save the top and bottom two, Harry worked on fixing his collar. His short, wet hair, looking much like it did in third year, wasn’t in his way, but Harry still couldn’t get the collar right.

Harry looked pleadingly over at Draco, and pouted. “I can’t get it right,” he whined. Draco smiled as he walked the short distance to the pouting boy. He quickly and skillful fixed the collar, and stepped away to let Harry see his reflection. Harry muttered a drying spell on his hair, and ran his hand through it.

Draco scoffed. “Is that all you’re going to do to it?” he asked, eyeing the black mess of hair. “Here, let me see,” he suggested. Harry nodded and turned to face Draco. Draco lifted his hands and, after moments pause, let his hands drop into soft, unruly black hair. “You have really nice hair, Harry.” Draco told him as he tried to tame it. “The only problem is that it’s as stubborn as you are.” he joked.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I can’t do anything about it.” he said.

Suddenly, Draco gained an idea. “Harry?” Harry looked up at him, giving his consent to ask the question. “Well, I’ve got some gel in my dorm room. You think you could get it here?” he asked, taking his hands out of Harry’s hair.

Harry nodded. “What’s it called?”

“Merlin’s Magix Gel,” he said. Harry closed his eyes, and a second later, the tube of hair gel was on the counter by Draco. “Thanks; this’ll help.” he said, before opening the container and putting some of the goop on his fingers. He replaced his now gelled fingers in Harry’s hair, and began to spread it evenly; getting it to form perfectly.

After another five minutes, Draco let his hands drop again, and turned Harry to see the mirror. “It looks just like it did before the gel!” Harry noticed, seeing the way his hair stood up at different angles and was nowhere near tamed.

Draco smirked. “No, now it looks like you just got thoroughly shagged. Much better of a look, rather than bed-head.” he stated, recapping his gel.

Harry scrunched up his nose in thought, then shrugged. “If you say so,” he said, then asked, “What time is it?”

Draco looked at his ring for the fourth time that day. “Tempus,” he said, and the ring politely stated it was fifteen till three. “Come on,” he said, going over to the door. “We should probably get going.” Harry nodded.

As they were walking, Draco kept shooting glances at Harry. He looked to damned shaggable, all dressed in Draco’s clothes and whatnot. That, and Draco’s marvelous work on his hair, made him even more of an eye-candy.

Draco and Harry walked near the Ravenclaw dorms on their way towards Gryffindor Tower. Harry looked around, “I’ve never been this way before; I always take the long way to Gryffindor Tower.” he said, looking curiously at the different paintings.

Draco smiled. “I’d of thought you would have seen every part of this castle by now.” he mused aloud.

Before Harry could rebut, Draco and he stopped walking as they heard passionate kissing somewhere near by. Draco nudged Harry to get him to walk, and Harry did so until he heard a familiar voice.

“Mmmm, what about Harry?” moaned a guys voice. Instantly, Draco and Harry stopped and turned to the sound of the voice at the mention of Harry’s name. Before Draco could stop him, Harry was walking towards the couple he couldn’t see.

Harry turned a corner and let out a silent gasp. Dean, that was the guy who was talking. He had Ginny pressed against the wall, kissing her deeply on the lips. Draco chose that moment to quietly go up bedside Harry. Looking curiously at a tearful Harry, he switched his gaze to follow Harry’s, and let his jaw drop slightly. Dean was grinding up against Ginny, still snogging her helpless.

Ginny put her hands on either side of his face, much like she had done her and Harry’s first time. They broke the heated kissing, and Ginny said, “Don’t ruin the moment, Dean. Harry’s not here, don’t worry about him.” she stated firmly.

Before they could kiss again, Harry spoke up through his tears in a surprisingly steady voice. “That’s what you think,” he whispered, just loud enough to be heard. Instantly, Ginny and Dean got away from each other. “Oh, don’t stop now, not on my account.” he said, still crying. “We were just leaving.”

Ginny looked over at Harry sadly, “Harry, it’s not what it looks like,” Ginny pleaded, walking towards him.

Draco growled and stepped in front of Harry, who was still crying, but wiping his eyes furiously with the back of his hand. “I don’t know what your problem is, Weasley. First, you act as if there is nothing better than dating Harry, then you go and give me all these signs and tips of how to get Harry, then you go and cheat on him! You little whore,” Draco spat. He glared heatedly at Ginny for a moment, before looking up at Dean. He sincerely looked ashamed, like he knew he shouldn’t have done it; like he didn’t want to do it. “What do you have to say about it?” Draco snarled at Dean.

Dean looked up at Draco solemnly. “I told her it was wrong; that I didn’t want to mess with her and Harry’s relationship. I mean, sure, Ginny and I were friends. Have been for a long time, really. But, she started coming on to me, and I told her it wasn’t right. Harry is…was,” he corrected miserably, “my mate. I wouldn’t go and have an affair with his girlfriend. I - I tried not to.”

Draco stood there, examining the guy. He seemed like he was telling the truth, but…Before he could make any decisions, he felt Harry tapping on his back. Draco turned slightly to look at Harry, who was still wiping tears from his cheeks, since his eyes were like broken faucets. Harry nodded, telling Draco he could forgive Dean. Draco just wanted to take the crying boy in his arms, and tell him it would be fine; that everything would be okay. But not right now; Draco had consolation to do.

Draco turned back to Ginny and Dean; Ginny was standing with her arms crossed protectively over her chest, and Dean was still leaning on the stone wall. He looked over at Dean, and said, “He forgives you, Thomas.” Dean looked up hopefully. “He believes you, and I assume you’re still mates,” then he looked at Ginny then, who was still looking up at Draco with mixed emotions. “As for you,” he spat, “I doubt Harry will ever be able to look at you again without having some kind of problem. You inconsiderate arse! What’d Harry do to you?” he asked, then turned slightly. Still looking at Ginny, Draco gently took Harry’s arm and led him away from his ex-girlfriend.

Once they were a considerable distance away, where they were in private, Draco stopped and looked at Harry. He had managed to stop crying, but that didn’t mean he was okay. “Harry?” he asked gently. Harry looked up at him sadly. “Are you alright?” he wondered, tenderly putting a hand on the shorter boy’s arms.

Harry nodded, looking down. Damn, how Draco hated that. “I - I don’t know what I did wrong, D-Draco.” he said quietly. “I don’t know why she would cheat on me. Did I do something wrong?” he asked meekly.

Draco pulled him into a hug, nervousness be damned. He soothingly stroked his long fingers up and down Harry’s spine, the other hand holding him close around his waist. “Of course you didn’t, Harry.” Draco soothed, “Some people, though,” he stopped, looking for the right words, “Some people don’t care about other peoples feelings; they do what they want, when they want. Relationships be damned.” he said. He felt Harry’s warm, shaky breaths on his chest through his shirt. “Alright?”

Harry nodded, and pulled his head away from Draco’s chest. “We better be going; I bet my party has already started.” he said, but didn’t move away.

Draco kept his hands around Harry’s slim waist for a few moments longer as he said, “It’ll be alright, Harry. There are other fish in the sea,” he said, remembering the Muggle saying. Harry nodded, and gained a sort of confidence look in his eyes that made Draco give a small smile. Harry smiled softly back. “See? That’s better. Come on,” he said, leading Harry towards Gryffindor Tower again.

They reached the portrait without another word between them, until they were directly outside the Gryffindor Tower opening. Turning to Harry, Draco said, “Just have a good time, Harry. This is your sixteenth Birthday Party, and you’re single. What could be better?” he asked, trying to cheer him up. “You can flirt with everyone in there and not feel guilty about your ex. Come on, have a good time, for me?”

Harry, who had been quiet this whole time, looked up at Draco when he asked Harry to have a good time. Smiling slightly, Harry nodded. Draco smiled back and said the password to Gryffindor Tower, and led Harry inside.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY!” screamed numerous Sixth Years. Wolf -whistles and callings were voiced as everyone got a look of Harry in fitting clothes. Harry smiled brightly at everything and everyone as music started up and people began dancing, as was plan. There was a marvelous food buffet, filled with everything from Chocolate Frogs to Fire Whiskey. On the walls were banners and ribbons, balloons and confetti of every color were littered around. There was a table in the far left corner of the Common Room, where Hermione usually kept to herself to study or do her homework, but Harry realized the table was filled with presents for him. He gave a wide smile; he had never gotten so many gifts.

Harry moved his way over to the food bar, where he saw Hermione and Ron waiting for him. Harry smiled a little at the sight of them and went over to where they were standing. “Thanks, guys; this is cool.” he managed to say over the music.

Ron and Hermione shrugged, “It was the least we could do, Harry.” Hermione said sweetly. “Do you know where Ginny and Dean are? They haven’t been here in forever,” Hermione wondered, tapping her finger to her chin in an effort to remember.

Harry looked down. “Y-yeah, I, umm…” Harry stuttered. Deciding he didn’t want to tell anyone else, Harry leaned into Hermione’s ear and whispered what he had witnessed between his ex and Dean.

Hermione was wide-eyed as Harry pulled away, determined not to cry. “Y-you’re serious?” she mouthed back, still wide eyed. “Oh, Harry. I am so sorry,” she said sincerely.

Harry nodded. “What? What’s going on?” Ron asked. Hermione sighed exasperatedly, and when Harry gave her a small nod, she recited to Ron exactly what she’d been told. Ron went red with anger by the time she was done. “Damn it,” he swore. “Why the fuck would Ginny do something like that…?” he wondered. Looking over at Harry, he took a deep breath and said, “Mate, I’m sorry, you know. I didn’t know she was like that; she always talked like you were the greatest thing; like she would never let you out of her sight if she had you.”

Harry nodded. “I’m just going to forget about it, Ron. I’ve forgiven Dean; I trust him. Your sister, though…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

Ron looked sadly over at Harry. “I wouldn’t blame you if you never trust her again, Harry.”

Harry gave a small, sad smile. “I might not,” he agreed in a whisper.

Before he could say any more, Draco came over to him, holding two Fire Whiskeys. “Here, Harry.” he said, offering Harry a cup full of alcohol.

Hermione and Ron smiled, “You need to loosen up, Harry.” Ron agreed, but resisted an urge to sneer at Draco.

Harry noticed the restrain that Ron was using, and took the cup from Draco. “Come on, I think Pansy wants to play a game,” Draco said, eagerly grabbing Harry’s hand and leading him away from his friends and up the stairs to a dorm. Draco opened one of them, and went inside. Harry looked behind him, but Ron and Hermione hadn’t followed. Mentally shrugging, Harry walked in the dorm that Draco had entered.

Harry shut the door behind him, and immediately the music became muffled and he could actually hear partially better. He looked in the room; mostly Slytherins were there, and some scattered Gryffindors. Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Seamus, Draco, a few Slytherin chicks, and some Gryffindor girls were there.

Harry walked further in the room and stood by one of the bedposts. He shut his eyes and took a long drink of his Fire Whiskey, pursing his lips as he felt the familiar burning sensation of swallowing the alcohol.

Someone nudged his arms, and he opened his eyes to look at Draco. Draco smiled and took Harry’s empty cup out of his hand and replaced it with a full one. “I thought you said you couldn’t hold your liquor.” Draco mocked, taking a sip of his own booze.

Harry smiled before taking a drink of his own. “I lied,” he admitted haughtily after he swallowed. Draco rolled his eyes. “I thought you said something about playing a game.”

Draco’s eyes lighted up. “Yeah, let me go make sure with Pansy.” he said, then left him alone. Harry took another long drink of his alcohol and sighed into his warmth flooding through him. Draco reappeared moments later. “Yeah, everything’s ready. Come on,” he said, leading Harry over to a clearing in the room. Harry looked around. Many people had left, or so it seemed. The only people in the room were the ones that sat on the chairs and couches, configured from the beds in the room. Draco sat with Harry on a couch, and waited for everyone to be seated.

Harry leaned over to Draco. “What are we playing?” he asked, looking around curiously. Pansy came over and sat in a chair, near the couch he and Draco were sitting at. Instead of waiting for Draco’s answer, Harry leaned over to Pansy and repeated, “What are we playing?”

Pansy looked over to her secret crush and almost blushed at just looking at him. “Truth or Dare,” she answered. Harry made a shrugging gesture, content with the idea.

Draco smirked, and tapped Harry on the shoulder to get his attention. “It’s not Muggle Truth or Dare, Harry.” Draco warned, “This is Wizards Truth or Dare, where you have to take Veritaserum if you pick truth, and MSMD if you choose dare.” he informed the smaller boy.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Really?” he asked. Draco nodded. Harry sighed quietly. “A-alright,” he said. “That shouldn’t be too bad, right?” he asked.

Draco shrugged, as much as being a Malfoy would allow. “It depends on who is asking you ‘truth or dare?’, doesn’t it?” he countered, sitting comfortably on the two person sofa. Harry nodded. That sounded right.

“Oh, good! All the seats are filled,” Pansy squealed from her chair. Harry took a look around. Crabbe and Goyle were on a couch, Seamus had taken a seat on a chair next to Draco, Theodore Nott had sat with Blaise Zabini on a couch by Pansy, and he and Draco were sitting on the couch in between Seamus and Pansy. “Alright, how do we choose who goes first?” she asked, snapping Harry out of his daze.

Immediately, Harry tried to answer. Must have been his Gryffindor determination to get things done, or something. Nonetheless, he was trying to answer her. “Well, who’s the oldest?” Harry asked, knowing full well he wasn’t the oldest.

Draco lifted a hand lazily, “June 5th, 1980.” he told them. “And I know Crabbe and Goyle are younger than I am,”

Harry chuckled, “Beat me; July 31st, 1980.” he said, then took a drink of his booze.

Pansy shook her head, “August 9th,” she recited. She looked at Theo and Blaise, who also shook their heads. “October 2nd, December 28th.” Theo and Blaise told them, respectively.

Harry turned to Seamus, “Oi! Don’t look at me!” the Irish exclaimed, “I’m older than Harry, but I’m not older than Malfoy. July 12th.” he said, crossing his arms.

Draco sat up, “Oh, goody, I get to go first.” he said with a small smirk, “Alright, Finnegan, truth or dare?” Draco asked, setting down his empty cup on a table near his right arm.

Seamus grinned, “Dare,” he challenged, grinning from ear to ear.

Draco smirked as he leaned forward to grab a MSMD pill from the bag. He gave it to Seamus, who promptly took the drug with a spare cup of water. They had a few galleons of water, since they couldn’t very well take drugs with alcohol.

After Seamus had successfully swallowed his pill, Draco said, “Your dare, is to strip naked, and go out to the Common Room, and hump someone’s leg.” he told him.

Seamus’ grin disappeared, “Are you serious?”

Draco nodded. “And just to make sure you actually do it, you have to take someone here who can prove it.” Seamus’ gaze snapped to Harry. “A non-Gryffindor, Finnegan.” he sighed exasperatedly.

Seamus scrunched up his nose in thought. “Alright, then I choose Zabini,” he selected, standing up. He looked sheepishly over to Draco, “Do I have to strip, like, in front of you?” he asked, switching nervously form foot to foot.

Everyone but Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco started wolf-whistling and calling Seamus to strip. Draco looked to his left, and saw Harry calling out to Seamus with a grin on his face. Draco rolled his eyes, “No Finnegan, I really don’t want to see you stripping, thanks.”

“Awwww!” everyone chanted, but all Draco did was roll his eyes again. “It could be a different dare!” he told them, and they all seemed happy again.

Seamus nodded and quickly went over to the bathroom connected with the dorm, and began to undress. Blaise looked over at Draco, “Why do you think he picked me?” he asked, looking curious.

Draco shrugged again. “Maybe he likes you, Blaise. It’s a good thing you admitted earlier that you’re bisexual, huh?” he asked with a grin, knowing Blaise would get embarrassed from it.

As predicted, Blaise’s face turned beat red. “Yeah, love you too, Draco.” he said mockingly, putting his head in his hands.

Harry scoffed. “There’s nothing wrong with being bi, Blaise. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m bisexual. Hell, Draco’s bisexual, so don’t bother yourself.”

Blaise looked up at Harry and nodded. Draco was, impressed, to say the least, that Harry has such a powerful way to his words. He knew exactly what to say that made anyone feel better, or to just give great advice that would have sounded wrong or lame coming from anyone else. It was inspiring, that was for sure.

Seamus came out then, naked as the day he was born. The cheering started up again as Seamus walked over to the group of couches and chairs in the room. “Come on, I wanna get this over with.” he said with determination.

Blaise stood, letting Seamus go ahead of him and out the door. Harry turned to his right to look at Draco, “That was really mean, you know.” he said with a smile.

Draco looked back over to Harry with a smirk. “All’s fair in Truth or Dare, Harry.” was all he said about it.

Harry continued to smile as he drank the last of his booze and stood up. “I’m going to get another drink, I’ll be right back,” he said as he left the room.

Harry went down the stairs down to the Common Room, where he saw a circle of people gathered around someone. Harry rolled his eyes, knowing for sure that they were looking at Seamus and whoever Seamus was humping.

Harry grabbed another pre-made Fire Whiskey and was about to go back, when curiosity got the better of him and he pushed his way through the crowds. As he got past the last few people in front of him, he was rewarded by seeing Seamus, and the unfortunate person he had chosen for his dare. Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or try to stop it, because all he knew was it was funnier than most anything that had happened today.

Seamus’ truth or dare victim was Ron.

Blaise was shouting encouragement, as was just about everyone else. Finally, Harry went in and pulled Seamus off of Ron, who was so red in the face from embarrassment, Harry was sure he had sunburn.

As Blaise was pulling a still-naked Seamus away, Harry quickly grabbed another cup of Fire Whiskey and headed up the stairs, Seamus and Blaise behind him. Seamus opened the door for Harry, since his hands were full, and Seamus, Blaise, and Harry laughed as they entered the room.

Draco sat up from his comfortable position, “Well? What happened? What took so bloody long?” he asked, looking intently from Blaise to Harry to Seamus and back to Harry. Seamus blushed deep red and went back into the bathroom to get back into his clothes, and finish his problem that the dare had left him with. Harry and Blaise took their respective seats, Harry handed Draco one of the cups of Fire Whiskey. “Thanks,” he accepted, “So? What happened?”

Harry grinned, “He chose Ron, Draco!” he laughed, tilting his head to rest on the couch’s back.

Draco almost choked on his drink, “You’re serious?” he asked disbelievingly. “Damn, I’ll bet Granger was pissed!”

Harry looked over to Draco a little more soberly, “Nah, she was shouting encouragements along with everyone else.” Harry chuckled, “I think she’s drunk already,” he said, taking yet another gulp of his booze. Seamus came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. He sat down in his original seat and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jeans. Seamus lit one up and inhaled deeply, before chucking the package over to Harry. “Thanks, Seamus.” Harry accepted, also taking out a cigarette.

Draco’s eyes widened, “You smoke?” he asked, staring at Harry, as everyone else was - save Seamus - with wide eyes.

Harry shrugged around his cigarette in his mouth. He took the smoke in his hand after it was lit and breathed smoke out his mouth as he answered, “Once in a while. Usually only go through a pack in about two months or so.” he told them, then took a new drag. He looked over at Draco, then held the pack up to him. “You want one?” he asked, offering him the package.

Draco scrunched up his nose. “I heard they kill you,” he said suspiciously.

Harry and Seamus laughed. “These aren’t Muggle cigarettes, Draco, chill.” he said, taking another drag, “Seamus’ parents designed these for addicts; they give you the high without the dangerous effects. Completely harmless.”

Draco shrugged then and grabbed the cigarettes. He pulled on from the package and grabbed the lighter from Harry’s knee, and lit it up. To his surprise, he liked the taste of the smoke, and he didn’t even cough. He pulled the stick from his mouth and looked at it expectantly, before shrugging to Harry, “It’s good, I guess.”

Harry nodded, then took the package and lighter away from Draco and tossed them both back over to Seamus. “Thanks, mate.” he said, and, cigarette between his index and middle fingers, he picked up his beer for a swig. “Alright, Seamus. Choose your victim.”

Seamus thought for a moment. “Alright, Nott. Truth or dare?”

Nott looked up. “Er, I don’t know. Truth,” he said offhandedly. He picked up a small squeeze tube and gave it to Blaise. Blaise tipped the bottle over Theo’s mouth and dropped one squirt of Veritaserum into his opening.

Blaise turned to Seamus, “Remember, it’s only good for one question,” he warned.

Seamus nodded. He sat in thought for a moment, before snapping and asking, “How big are you?” gesturing towards Theo’s dick.

Everyone’s eyes widened and Theo blushed, but was forced to reply, “Six inches,” before shaking out of his Veritaserum endorsed truth habit. Everyone was whispering fiercely to each other, including Crabbe and Goyle. Harry and Draco were practically laughing back and forth, just because Theo was blushing. “Alright! Knock it off; I’m going to pick someone.”

Everyone slowly regained composure. Theo looked around, trying to determine who would be the best victim. He glanced at Harry, who was smoking his fag leisurely. Smirking, he asked, “Truth or dare, Potter?”

Harry slowly let the smoke out of his nose, then replied coolly, “Truth,” Draco picked up the same squirt bottle Theo had just used and raised it up to Harry. He carefully dropped one dose down Harry’s throat, then took Harry’s drink, and put out the finished cigarette.

Theo only looked once at Harry, before thinking for a moment. After said moment, Theo grinned and asked, “When did you lose your virginity?” Draco rolled his eyes, expecting to hear that Harry had just lost it over the summer, with Ginny.

He was wrong.

As Draco looked over at Harry, it was evident that Harry was trying to fight the drug, but it was hopeless. Before Draco could do anything to help his friend, he saw Harry’s gaze water and Harry quickly shut his eyes. He finally managed to answer in a whisper, “Last summer,”

Draco raised an eyebrow; Harry and Ginny had begun dating over the summer. Why was Harry crying? “Harry, I know that you’re upset about Weaslette, but -”

Harry shook his head, “N-no, no, it’s nothing, I’m sorry.”

Draco looked sadly over at Harry. Pansy also looked, but asked, “What? What did the Weasley girl do?”

Harry looked over at her, before looking back down at his lap. Draco breathed deeply in and out, before telling the room, “On our way here, we found the Weaslette with Thomas. She was cheating on Harry.”

Blaise, Theo, Pansy, and Seamus all let their jaws drop. It took Crabbe and Goyle a few more seconds before it clicked, then they too let their jaws drop. Harry looked up at all of them. “It’s alright, guys. I’m not upset over that anymore,”

Draco still wouldn’t let his worried gaze flicker. “Harry, you were just almost ready to cry; it’s alright if you’re still feeling bad about it. It just happened today.”

Harry shook his head. “This isn’t even about Ginny,” he stated. “I didn’t lose my virginity to Ginny.” he announced.

If everyone was in shock before, it was nothing compared to now. Everyone had their mouths open and their eyes were as big as they could be. “But, you lost your virginity this summer,” Draco reminded. He scrunched up his nose, “Granger or Weasley?”

Harry turned to look at Draco with the same expression that Draco was looking at him with, “Ew! No, neither. And, no, not Molly, Arthur, Fred or George,” he said strictly.

Draco let out a soft sigh of relief, before raising an eyebrow, “Then who?”

Harry let out a shaky breath, “M-my Uncle,” he stuttered. Everyone let out a gasp of shock. Harry didn’t dare look up, instead he continued, “H-he raped me, a few days before I went to the Burrow.” he said steadily, though tears were running down his cheeks, “I - I was so scared,” he whispered.

Draco reached over for Harry and held him. for the second time that day, he had Harry close enough to him to actually get somewhere, and both times it was because Harry was suffering. Draco sighed silently and ran his fingers gently into Harry’s back, through his silk shirt he had on.

Blaise was packing up he drugs, and putting then in his pocket. He figured no one would be wanting to play after hearing that. Pansy just stared at Harry, hand covering her mouth, until she decided to ask, “What’d Dumbledore say?”

Harry turned to her as best he could while in Draco’s embrace. He really didn’t want to move; it felt so good being held. “He didn’t do anything.” Harry whispered. “I told him, of course. I wrote to him the morning after it happened, but he just sent back a note that said, well,” he stopped and pulled out a piece of parchment from his jeans and handed it to Pansy.

‘Where did he get that?’ Draco wondered, but didn’t get to answer himself as Pansy read the note, then read it aloud.

‘Dear Harry,

I am sorry for an inconvenient event that has happened recently, but as it stands, your Aunt’s is where you are safest. I hope you continue to hold your ground; the last battle isn’t very far away.

Albus Dumbledore.’

Draco sat in shock, until anger washed over him “I cannot believe that old coot! Obviously Harry isn’t safe there, the bastard!” he growled. Flooding warmth spread inside Harry, making him feel light-headed. Ginny hadn’t been so angry; and if she was, she didn’t show it. Harry felt so safe in Draco’s arms; so nice and secure, he burrowed deeper into the safer feeling. Draco began his soothing finger stroking up and down his back again, and Harry sighed.

Pansy motioned to Theo, who nudged Blaise, who tapped Crabbe, who bumped Goyle, who cleared his throat softly to gain the attention of Seamus. With a fast nod to and from everyone but Harry and Draco, who were oblivious, everyone else got up and quietly left the room after configuring the furniture back into the original beds.

Harry and Draco stayed in their position for a while, each enjoying the company of the other. Draco was leaning against the arm rest, Harry in between his legs on his side, so his soft cheek was pressed into Draco’s red silk shirt.

Seemingly not to long after he’d grabbed Harry into an embrace, he was sure Harry was falling asleep in his arms. As cute as it was, Draco reluctantly sat up, and got off the couch. Harry slowly opened his eyes for a moment, looking up at Draco in the soft light of the room. The light framed Draco’s hair, making it seem like a halo around his blonde head.

Harry smiled, “This isn’t my room,” he noticed.

Draco returned the small smile, “No, it isn’t.” he said back softly. “Come on, Potter,” he said, then picked Harry up bridal style into his arms. He quietly left the dorms and walked down some stairs, carrying a light Harry around. He got to the Head Boy’s dorms, before saying “Hinky Puff,” and watching the door swing open.

Draco crossed the vacated room and gently placed Harry down on his bed. Harry was already asleep. Draco smiled softly at Harry, and gently placed a kiss on he boy’s forehead. He turned to leave, and made it to the door before he heard, “Where are you going?”

Draco turned around to see Harry, sitting up in his bed with his clothes on and looking at Draco with sad eyes. “I was just going to my own dorms -”

Harry sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Will you stay with me?” he asked quietly. “I liked the little finger thing you did; it felt good. I - I really don’t want to be alone right now,” he said, equally as quiet.

Draco frowned and went back over to the bed, but didn’t get in. Instead, he leant down and had Harry help him get Harry’s shirt off, then his pants. Draco took off his own silk shirt and his faded blue jeans, and put them in a pile by Harry’s end table.

Draco crawled into bed with Harry, and pulled the blankets up over them. Harry snuggled closer to Draco, who in turn put his arms around Harry and sighed. “Never alone, Harry.” Draco murmured to the younger boy. “Never alone,” he said. Draco tilted Harry’s face up to look at Draco’s, and he cautiously put his lips to Harry’s.

Nothing rushed, nothing deepened. Draco’s soft, pink lips above Harry’s slightly chapped, full red ones. They stayed like that for a moment, before Draco pressed his lips slightly more to Harry’s, and opened his mouth to let his tongue out. His tongue ran lightly on Harry’s bottom lip, asking permission to enter. Harry willingly complied, and soon Draco’s tongue was brushing soft, caring strokes on Harry’s.

Draco pulled away slowly and opened his eyes in time to see Harry opening his. Draco smiled down at Harry, who smiled back up at him. Draco knew, upon seeing Harry’s eyes, things were going to be alright. Abusive uncles, raging friends, whorish ex’s, and psycho mad-mans be damned.

He had Harry.

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Okay, so I know I was going to put in Harry with someone else, but I couldn't wait! So, Harry and Draco are finally together. ::hears readers scream "It's about time!":: I know, I know; I don't know why it took me so long to get to the H/D in this story...::shrugs:: Oh well, it's here now.

So, I hope you review!