Make Me A Match

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"Why wouldn't it be a girl? Harry's not--Ohh...No, he's not!" Seamus shrugged and looked away. "He's not!"

"Has he dated anyone since Ginny?" Seamus asked pointedly.

"Well...no, but that doesn't mean anything. He might just be picky."

"Yeah, incredibly picky..." Seamus muttered.

Ron glared at him. "He's not!"

"Whatever you say dear Ronald, but just wait and see." Seamus got up from his chair and went up the staircase to bed.

Ron was left pondering the possibilities. Was Harry gay? True, he hadn't been with anyone since Ginny, but he was just taking a break, right? And he'd spent a lot of time focusing on killing You-Know-Who. Ron was confused (when was he not?) but he decided to let Seamus do what he wanted and let Harry get mad at him instead for a change.

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There was a Hogsmeade weekend that weekend and Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to go. They spent some time in Honeydukes before moving to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeers. When they had all settled down at a table in the back, the door bell tinkled and Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini walked in. They sat down at a table a little ways away. Seamus was sitting at the bar, happy for another chance to put his plan into motion.

He muttered another spell and Harry was lifted from his feet and started walking forcefully toward Draco.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Hermione called. Harry shook his head desperately. He had reached Draco's table and the two boys looked up at him and then exchanged a glance.

"Yes, Potter?" Draco drawled, tapping a finger lazily on the table. Harry's eyes followed the movement, wondering what it would be like to suck on those perfectly sculptured fingers and have them run all over his body. "Potter!"

Harry was shook out of his reverie. He found himself face to face with Malfoy, only inches away. He started to panic but couldn't move away. Something was keeping him in place. Malfoy was giving him a weird look. Harry blinked and, in that second, he moved his head forward and brushed his lips against Draco's. Draco jumped back in horror and Harry could only stare, still not being able to move.

"What the hell was that, Potter?!" Malfoy yelled. Blaise was staring dumbstruck, before his mouth curled into a smirk as he watched Harry and Draco. Harry shook his head violently, not finding any words. Draco glared at Harry before leaving the room. Harry found that he could finally move. He slunk away from Blaise and back to Ron and Hermione, who looked equally shocked by what he'd just done.

"I don't know what's happening! I can't control it!" Harry whispered in terror. Hermione looked concerned and thoughtful.

Over at the bar, Seamus laughed to himself. Now that Harry was noticing, he needed to work on Draco. He hopped off his stool and went out into the chilly November air. He pulled his cloak tighter and walked up to the castle.

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Draco avoided Harry at all costs the rest of the weekend. It wasn't that he was afraid of kissing guys, hell, he did it all the time, but Potter? Now that was a different story; he'd wanted Potter for a long time, ever since the war ended, as a matter of fact. Potter was just too much of a voluble substance. It was like playing with fire.

Sunday night at dinner Draco could no longer avoid the Great Hall. He ate his dinner quickly and was about to leave, when an invisible force took hold of his legs. He was turned around and started walking to the Gryffindor table. He cursed his legs and tried fruitlessly to stop. Harry looked up as Draco neared. He flushed and stared at his plate. Draco looked furious as he walked up right behind Harry.

Draco turned Harry around to face him. All the Gryffindors around him were watching with ill-disguised interest. Draco reached around behind Harry and grabbed a strawberry from a pile on the table. Harry stared, his mouth open wide. Draco put the strawberry in Harry's mouth and Harry took it. Draco looked horrified with himself. He was forced to pick up another strawberry. As he put it in Harry's mouth, Harry's tongue ever so slightly licked his fingers.

Draco felt, to his horror, an erection start to grow. 'No!' he thought desperately. 'Crabbe in a thong, Crabbe in a thong, eww, disgusting.' Once he could move his legs, he sprinted from the Hall to gales of laughter from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws. Harry was left thoroughly confused. Ron didn't look much better, though he was throwing angry sideline glances towards Seamus.

Harry left early for the common room that night, although he didn't immediately return. He wandered around for a bit, trying to make sense of it all. He finally returned to the dormitories several hours later. He climbed the stairs and was about to enter when he heard voices behind the door.

"Harry is not gay!"

"Don't you believe your eyes, Ron? He was so enjoying that tonight."

"Yeah... well... he's not gay!"

"Whatever, Ron."

"Why did you have to pick Malfoy anyway? Anyone else would have been better!"

"Who, Ernie? Come on, Ron, you don't have to be gay to know that Malfoy is the hottest guy in school." Ron made a disgruntled noise. "And now, thanks to me, Harry will finally be happy."

This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Harry burst into the room and the door swung off its hinges. The boys in the room squeaked and ran for cover, cowering in the corner. Harry was livid.

"Finnegan!" he yelled. Seamus winced. "This is your fault?! I knew it had to be someone like you. Who else would have thought Malfoy?!"

"Well, Harry," Seamus said in a pleading voice, "I mean, it's not like you've dated anyone, and Malfoy is good looking. I just thought you deserved to be happy."

Harry only humphed angrily and stalked out of the room.

"That went well," Ron said sarcastically. Seamus just gave him a reproachful look and climbed onto his bed and closed the hangings.

Downstairs, Harry paced around the common room and snapped at a few first years playing chess. How could Seamus have done that?! That's not to say that he didn't enjoy it, no! Wait, that was wrong; Malfoy is not something I want, right? Harry continued to pace. Sure, he hadn't been with a girl since Ginny, and then there was that one, or two, okay three times over the summer with that American boy.

Harry scowled at the fire. Malfoy? He was stuck up, mean, snotty, rich, beautiful, sexy, witty... Harry shook his head sharply. No! He's evil; his father was a death eater.

'But he wasn't,' said an inner voice.

'He was as good as.'

'He's still hot though.'

'Yeah...' Harry sighed. He was still furious with Seamus for tricking him. He couldn't stand to be in the room with them, though, so he left again.

He wandered the corridors for sometime. He was about to go back when a noise from an empty classroom caught his attention. He quietly pushed open the door. There was Malfoy, resplendent in all his glory, buried in Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw. Michael was bent over a desk, moaning and gasping as Draco pounded into him. Harry couldn't help but stare. Draco's pale body was gleaming with sweat, giving him a heavenly glow.

Harry stood, transfixed by the sight, but quickly pulled himself together as the pair showed signs of stopping. He backed away quickly from the door and fled up the stairs. Meanwhile, inside the room, Draco pulled out of Michael breathing heavily.

"Did he see?" Michael asked. Draco nodded, a smirk on his lips. "Why are you doing this?"

"Nevermind, Corner, leave me."

Michael picked up his things and left quietly for his dorm. Draco smiled, knowing his plot had worked.

"Sweet dreams, Harry."


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A/N: sorry it's short, but thanx for the reviews. I love a clueless Ron as well! FEED ME! (cookie monster) review and ye shall recieve more