Slipping Through

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Harry stared intently at his glass, not wanting to look up and find out who he was left with. He had known he would be one of the last two left in the game; he hadn't done nearly as many things as the others. Now he was and he didn't know who else was with him. If it was Hermione, what would they make him do? And if it was Draco, oh, dear God.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he forced himself to look up. Hermione was sitting beside him surrounded by a green glow. Harry's eyes widened slightly as he turned from her to see Draco sitting off to her side. He had an expression of disgust on his face as he looked at Harry.

Harry reminded himself to breathe as the panic overtook him. What would these people, these very drunk people, make him do with Draco Malfoy? At least Pansy wasn't there; she probably had the worst ideas.

Blaise was silent as he looked between Harry and Draco. The surrounding party guests were either shocked by the outcome of the game or too inebriated to notice. Finally, Blaise sat up, turning to Harry and Draco.

"Alright, looks like we've got a winner," he said, an evil smirk curling his face. Draco just scowled at his friend.

"W-what does that mean?" Harry asked cautiously. He didn't like the look Blaise or Draco was giving him. Beside him, Hermione squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"That means," Blaise drawled, his dark eyes glittering maliciously. "That it is our," he gestured around the room, "responsibility to steal your innocence tonight. Pansy was very specific in her instructions. You two will do what we say or there will be consequences."

"Consequences?" Harry asked, not liking the sound of it.

Blaise smirked wickedly at him. "Yes, and plenty of them. So I suggest paying attention."

Harry scowled and slumped down. He glanced over at Draco, who also seemed less than pleased with the end results of the game.

"Fine," Harry sighed, giving in to defeat. "What do we have to do?"

Blaise smirked triumphantly, ignoring the burning glare he received from Draco. He turned to the room at large, or at least to those still capable of conscious thought.

"What do you think? What shall we do with these two?" he asked, a malicious glint in his eyes as he grinned slyly at Harry and Draco. Harry took a deep breath, telling himself to calm down. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"I have an idea," spoke up a voice from next to Harry. He turned to see it had been Hermione who had spoken and his jaw dropped. Hermione paid him no attention as Blaise encouraged her to go on.

"Do tell," he said interestedly.

Hermione didn't look remotely embarrassed as she gave her suggestion. "I think Harry and Malfoy should give us a show," she said and Harry knew exactly what she meant. "Just snogging... for now."

Harry's mouth fell agape as he stared at her. He couldn't believe what she was suggesting.

"Hermione!" he squeaked in a strangled and high-pitched voice. Draco was looking at her in absolute disgust.

Hermione just shrugged. "You have to do what we say, Harry. Those are the rules."

"Since when do you want me to snog my worst enemy?! Is this punish Harry Potter night?!" he exclaimed.

Draco sneered at him. "A little self-centered, are we?" he drawled viciously.

Across the circle, Blaise was smirking wildly as the argument continued. He watched as Hermione sat, smiling smugly while Harry and Draco shot insults at one another. Finally, Michael gave him a nudge in the ribs and he intervened.

"Alright!" he said loudly, startling Harry and Draco into silence. "Rules are rules, Potter. Draco, you have to do it. Don't forget the consequences."

Draco looked like he would much rather take the consequences than be stuck with what Hermione had suggested. Harry scowled deeply, silently hating Hermione at the moment. Around him, those not drunk out of their wits were all watching interestedly. Seamus and Dean were giggling quietly as they watched the power struggle.

Draco shifted around uncomfortably in his place. "We'll just go and get it over with then," he sneered, starting to stand up but Hermione cut in.

"Oh, no," she said, a soft but deceiving smile on her face. "I want to see this."

Draco's eyes shot pure hatred at her as he sat back down on the floor, his arms crossed resolutely in front of his body. He seethed in silence as Hermione gloated to herself. Harry was glaring at Hermione, wondering why she had decided all of a sudden that she wanted him and his worst enemy to make-out.

"Hermione," Harry hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep quiet. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Harry," she said with an amused sigh. "I just want to see something."

This answer didn't satisfy him but he was forced accept that it was either kiss Malfoy or accept whatever these "consequences" were, and they didn't sound too pleasant. Harry groaned inwardly, now desperately wishing he had left when the Hufflepuffs had.

He glanced once more to where Draco was sitting. He appeared to be deep in angry thoughts. His expression was dark and he was glaring at his knees in front of him. Harry rolled his eyes and looked up at Blaise who merely smirked at him.

"Alright, enough stalling. Let's get these boys together," Blaise said, clapping his hands together. Neither Harry nor Draco made any movements to rise from their places on the floor. Blaise gave them a stern look. "Go on," he ordered them sharply. "Draco, don't be scared."

In return for that remark, Draco's eyes practically burned a hole in Blaise's face. If he'd been in possession of his wand, Blaise might have been in danger of some serious burns. He unfolded his arms and crawled over to Harry, sitting up on his haunches, his lip curling as he looked at Harry in disdain. Harry merely glared back.

"Look, Malfoy, I don't want to do this either, but the mob has spoken," he growled. Earlier, he couldn't believe that he actually thought Draco had been good-looking. Now he appeared just the same pointy-faced, pale boy he had always known. Maybe it was because he looked so disgusted at the thought of touching him, or maybe simply because Harry couldn't stop the pounding that had begun in his heart the moment Draco had crawled across the circle.

Draco's silver eyes darkened a shade in anger as he glared down at Harry, who stared resolutely back. They stared at each other for several more seconds, each willing the other to give in. But neither did. Harry didn't waver in his glare, staring deep into Draco's molten-silver eyes.

"Ahem," a voice interrupted them and they reluctantly gave up their competition, turning to both glare at whoever had intruded. Blaise sat, giving them withering look.

"Get on with it," he said impatiently. Draco scoffed but turned back to Harry and, without warning, grabbed the back of Harry's neck, dragging him into a harsh, close-lipped kiss. Draco pulled away almost instantly, backing up and still sneering at Harry.

"Better?" he snarled at the on-lookers.

"That wasn't a show," came Hermione's annoyed voice and several other people made noises of agreement.

Harry turned to her indignantly. "Since when are you Pansy?" he asked in annoyance. She simply ignored his question, resorting back to her previous statement.

"I said a show, not one kiss. That’s hardly worth anything!"

Both Harry and Draco glared at her, Harry willing her to shut up and Draco willing her dead.

"What, mudblood," Draco drawled maliciously, venom dripping off his tongue. "Don't get enough yourself so you have to live through your friend who could probably actually get some?"

"Don't call her that," Harry snapped almost immediately, not really realizing what Draco had said. Draco just turned and glared at Harry once more.

"I'll call her whatever the fuck I want, Potter," he replied scathingly.

"Draco, Potter," Blaise interrupted sharply before Harry had a chance to reply. "Get back to the game."

They both turned and gave Blaise a look that said, quite clearly, "fuck you." Draco turned, eyeing Harry darkly. He move forward once again, sliding a hand around Harry's neck. Harry was tense as Draco's fingers moved around to grip the back of his neck. He could see Draco steeling himself but didn't give him the chance to.

He lunged forward, catching Draco completely by surprise. His lips were on Draco's faster than he even cared to notice. His body overpowered Draco's, pushing him to the floor underneath him. Draco made a noise of distress and anger as Harry pushed him harder against the floor.

Harry's tongue pushed its way past Draco's tight lips and into his mouth, lapping at the hot caverns within. He felt Draco's tongue coming up to meet his, increasing the feeling ten-fold. Their silky tongues melted together in a delicate dance. Harry was almost beginning to enjoy the sensation of kissing Draco, slowing it down to a more leisurely pace, when Draco took his chance.

He had allowed Potter to kiss him, thrusting his greedy tongue inside his mouth, trying to taste every bit of him, but Draco had had enough. He could tell that Potter was beginning to enjoy it, the kiss becoming more languorous. He took advantage of the open mouth, and during one particularly slow kiss, pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth, using his teeth to drag Harry's lower lip into his mouth.

He bit down on it suddenly and painfully. Harry let out a surprised gasp as a sudden pain seared through him. He was shocked out of his leisurely kisses as Draco used his elbows, wedging them under his body to push himself up off the floor.

He let go of Harry's lip momentarily as he struggled upright, taking full advantage of Harry's shock. Harry flicked out his tongue, tasting the coppery taste of blood from where Draco had bitten. He looked up to glare at Draco but had no chance as he was suddenly bowled to the floor, Draco now on top of him.

He smirked down at the trapped boy, diving in and capturing his lips in a searing kiss, plunging his tongue deep within the hot mouth of the Gryffindor beneath him. Harry was taken by surprise and shock when he lost his dominant position, but found that he didn't really mind this either.

Draco shoved his shoulders roughly back against the wall as Harry struggled underneath him, trying to unseat him and take back control. Draco ignored his writhing, continuing to lash his tongue at his mouth. Their tongues clashed in a fiery dance, melting together as the kiss grew in intensity.

Harry continued to struggle against Draco's vice grip of his shoulders. He wiggled his body, twisting violently under Draco's grasp. He wrenched his body to the side, lifting it up off the floor momentarily, allowing for his cock to brush against the hardness that had grown unknowingly in Draco's pants.

Draco gasped in surprise and shock as Harry's hardened erection thust into his, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. His lapse in concentration cost him dearly, though, as Harry used the second to lunge his body off the floor, rolling Draco back and once more onto his back.

Draco seemed to have had enough though. His hands came up and pushed violently at Harry's chest, breaking the kiss harshly, tearing Harry's eager mouth from Draco's. Draco shoved Harry away and crawled away, breathing heavily and glaring at Harry.

Harry dragged himself backward, also glaring at Draco. His breath was coming in heavy pants as he scowled darkly at Draco. He sat, trying desperately to catch his breath, hating himself for what had just happened. He wasn't supposed to kiss his enemy! And he wasn't supposed to like it!

"Now that was a show." A voice broke into Harry's thoughts and he was pulled abruptly from his thoughts and realized just what had happened.

He was back in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by ogling people, most rendered speechless by what they had just witnessed. Hermione's eyes were alight with mischief as she watched Harry. Harry looked up at her, his eyes narrowing angrily.

"What shall we make them do next?" she asked eagerly, turning to Blaise.

"Next?!" Harry exclaimed, out of his mind with rage. "What the fuck do you mean, next?! There is going to be no next!"

They both ignored him as he spluttered noiselessly at their audacity. Across from him, Draco was looking none too pleased at their ideas either.

"You know what I want to see," Seamus said suddenly, drawing the attention of the group. "I want to see Draco give Harry a blow job."

Harry's eyes were wide as saucers as he stared at Seamus, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. He was not going to do that in front of everyone! He may be gay but he wasn't an exhibitionist!

"Seamus!" he exclaimed, his voice much higher than normal in his fury. Even Draco looked like he might lose it at this point. He stood up suddenly from the floor, glaring down at the surrounding seventh years'.

"There is no fucking way I am doing that!" he snarled. "Absolutely no fucking way!"

For some reason, amidst all Harry's anger, he found this amusing and began to laugh. Draco turned his death glare on him as he laughed. "Got something to add, Potter?" he spat acidly.

"Are you afraid of losing control, Malfoy?" Harry asked, taking control of his emotions, his expression now cold and full of hatred.

Draco's eyes flashed in pure danger as he glared at Harry, willing him to burst into flames. "If anyone should be worried about control, it should be you," he said with an obvious glance down Harry's body to where his erection was still present.

Harry hastily placed his hands over the bulge in his hands before everyone in the room craned their necks to see. He pushed himself off the floor to face Malfoy, who stood haughtily opposite him.

Around them, all the rest of the students were looking on in interest. They never missed a chance to see Harry and Draco fight. Luckily, neither happened to have their wands on them, having both left them in their dorms. Harry was now cursing himself for that. What could have made him think he would be safe in the Slytherin dungeon without a wand?!

"You have to do it," a voice chimed in. Harry looked down sharply to see Blaise smirking evilly up at them from his place on the floor behind Michael.

"I don't have to do anything," Harry snarled.

"I'm not fucking doing anything with Potter," Draco growled, glaring at his friend. He looked up at Harry suddenly, catching his eye, a silent message passing between the two; their houses had gone mad!

"I'm not gonna stay here and take this," Draco spat, turning sharply. "Potter, get the fuck over here now." He turned to the rest of the group and sneered at them. "We'll leave you to your delusional and perverted thoughts."

He turned and stalked towards the door without a second glance at the group. Harry hesitated for half a second, but with the only choice being to follow Draco, seemingly the only sane one left in the castle, or stay where the people were still craning their heads to see his still-present erection, he made his decision, following Draco out the sliding door that hid the Slytherin common room.

He followed Draco out into the hallway, wondering just exactly what they were going to do once they were free from the insanity. Draco didn't stop as they emerged into the low-lit corridor. Instead, he turned and walked off down the corridor, anger apparent in every step he took.

Harry followed half-heartedly, not really sure what was going to happen. For a second, he wondered why he was even following him. Why wasn't he just going back to Gryffindor tower where he knew he was safe? He couldn't answer these questions as Draco continued stalking down the hallway, finally turning and entering one of the dungeon classrooms that had long been out of use.

Harry walked in, expecting to find it dusty and filled with upturned desks. He was taken by surprise to find that this was not the case. This particular room had been turned into something of a lounge. There was fireplace over in a corner that sprung to life the moment Draco entered the room. Dark curtains fell over the window which was unnecessary due to the lateness of the hour.

There were no desks. Instead, a rather large couch took up most of the room. It was a dark green color and appeared very plush from where Harry was standing. There were several pillows on it and a blanket draped over the back. Harry noted that it would be a nice place to sit in the winter time with a lover as snow fell past the window. It would be a very comfortable place to be.

Draco huffed dramatically and sat down on the couch, his arms crossed angrily. Harry stood awkwardly by the door, not really sure what he should be doing or why he was even there. Draco didn't seem to recognize his presence as he sat on the couch, a dark expression on his face.

Harry was just beginning to think that maybe it was better to just go back to the dorm when Draco turned to him, a scowl on his face.

"What are you doing, Potter?" he asked harshly. "Sit down." He gestured vaguely to the couch then turned back to his silent brooding.

Harry hesitated, the little voice in his head telling him it might not be a good idea, but then a louder voice, sounding more like Ron, told him what's the worst that could happen? He paused one more minute before walking carefully over and sitting down on the couch gingerly as though trying not to disturb Draco on the other end.

Draco huffed out loud to himself, still staring out the window, his eyebrows drawn together in angry thought. Harry wondered what he was doing there. Why had he even agreed to come to the party in the first place? He should have known something like this would happen. He looked over at Draco again whose eyes were alighted with fire as he glared out the dark window.

Outside, the stars twinkled innocently. The moon laughed as it glided over the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. Harry vaguely wondered which star was Mars as he gazed out the window placidly.

"Malfoy?" he said suddenly. Draco appeared startled as he looked around at Harry.

"What?"

"What are we doing here?" Harry asked dubiously, once again wondering why he hadn't just left when he'd had the chance.

"I am fuming. I don't know what you're doing," Draco replied snidely.

"Why did I even go?" Harry muttered to himself.

"Because you're too nice, Potter," Draco sneered, turning to look at him. "You don't want to say no because you don't want to disappoint anyone."

"At least being nice is better than being a cold bastard all the time!" Harry replied, annoyed.

"It gets me what I need," Draco said, shrugging. Harry eyed him for a moment then decided he'd rather not know.

"But why did they want us to do that?!" he asked woefully.

Draco stared at him, a look of absolute shock on his face. "Are you really that daft, Potter?" Harry scowled at the reference. "You and I have been deemed the two most shag-worthy students in this school. People are dying to get a look at us going at it."

"But I hate you!" Harry exclaimed.

"Very eloquent, Potter," Draco sneered, glaring at him.

"You know what I mean," Harry said harshly, giving him a withering look. "And it's not like you feel any different." Draco didn't respond, just glanced away momentarily. "... Unless you do?"

"Are you kidding me?" Draco snapped, bringing his eyes back up to Harry's face and Harry could see anger building once more behind the silver-grey eyes.

"Fine, whatever, Malfoy," Harry said dismissively. "Can I go now?" He made to stand up, but before he got very far, a strong hand gripped his arm almost painfully, pulling back onto the couch.

"Oh, no," Draco said, his eyes flashing. "We're not leaving here. Not until Blaise and the rest of those lunatics are gone."

"And what are we supposed to do until then?" Harry asked angrily. It was bad enough that he'd already had to kiss him, now they were stuck indefinitely in a room together.

"Find a way to entertain yourself," Draco replied simply, turning to stare out the dark window once more. Harry stared at him for a few more seconds before huffing to himself and scowling at the blonde.

They sat in silence for several minutes, but soon the quiet pressed in upon Harry's ears until he just couldn't take it any longer. He huffed again and turned to Draco who was still staring out the window, a glazed look in his eyes as though he wasn't really seeing.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked again, watching as he was jerked once more from his silent contemplation and turning to him. "Why did you come to the party?"

Draco sighed dramatically like Harry's question was something very stupid to have asked. "Because I have to. I am the Head Boy; not coming to a party thrown by my own house would be like sacrilege."

"I thought you didn't care what people think."

"I don't, but I do happen to have something called decorum and a need to keep up appearances, at least until I can get out of here."

Harry was silent for a moment, then, "What do you mean, until you can get out of here?"

"Why are you so interested?" Draco asked shrewdly, eyeing Harry suspiciously.

Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm just bored, Malfoy. The least you can do, since you're keeping me here, is make conversation to pass the time."

"What do you propose we talk about?" Draco drawled, sarcasm laced through every word. "Girls? The Dark Lord? Quidditch?"

"Just anything! I can't take all this silence," Harry said, scowling.

"That must be why you keep Granger and Weasley around," Draco muttered.

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"They fight, but I suppose you find that better than silence. Why don't you like it, Potter?" Draco asked, his tone deceiving. "Scared of what happens in the dark and quiet?"

Harry's expression darkened as he looked at Draco. He didn't know what had happened during the war. He hadn't felt the darkness pressing in all around, suffocating the air, silencing the stars. The silence that lay thick upon the field of battle in the morning before an attack. He didn't know what it felt like to wait; to wait until all was deathly silent, ears straining for the tiniest bit of sound but hearing nothing, knowing it can't be a good thing because when things are silent, death is in the air.

"Don't ask me that," Harry snarled through gritted teeth, struggling to hold onto his temper before it exploded the entire room like it had Aunt Marge's wine glass so many years ago.

Draco appeared to be sizing him up as if deciding if he really should push the envelope. In the end he must have decided he had gone far enough and fell silent once more.

Harry's eyes flickered around the room, watching as the candles around the room melted lower as time went on. The only sound was the reassuring sound of wind outside the window. It helped Harry to know that not all was completely silent.

He glanced down at his watch, seeing that it was nearly two in the morning. He sighed loudly and looked over at Draco who had been staring out the window for the past half hour.

"Malfoy, I don't care if they're waiting outside with pitchforks, I have to get out of here."

"What's a pitchfork?" Draco asked then seemed to decide he didn't need to know. "Never mind, but wait a minute, Potter."

Harry stopped, as he had been halfway to the door, and turned around with a groan. "What now?"

"They wanted a show," Draco said, a smirk growing on his face as he stood up from the couch. "How about we give them one?"

"You want to do that again?!" Harry asked in disbelief.

Draco chuckled darkly, a malicious glint in his eyes. "No, I didn't say they had to see..." he said, smirking wickedly. "You want to get them off our backs, Potter?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked slowly.

"Just a little fun for the end of the year, you in?"

Harry hesitated. He didn't know if teaming up with Malfoy was the best idea. Granted, he hadn't tried to curse him all night but that didn't all of a sudden make him someone Harry would want on his side. Somehow though, the idea of getting Hermione, Blaise, and all those others that had been at the party and so eager to see him and Draco together, off their backs was an interesting thought and sparked his interest.

"Alright," he said. "I'm in."


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A/N: Please review! I'm glad you liked the first chap, and always, thanks for the wonderful reviews :)