Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: Thanks to all who are reading. Please leave a review. I feel inadequate without them. I have no idea if anyone even likes this story. LOL.

Anyway, I am now ready to start getting into deeper issues with the story line. I just had to get them to Hogwarts. Gotta get the creative juices flowing. I have really enjoyed writing about my beloved Harry & Draco. Both of them are really about to go through some major changes. I kind of feel sorry for them. But it will definitely be a test of endurance & character for everyone involved.


The Last Train Ride

Harry sat in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express looking out of the window. His mind was swirling in colors of silver and white. A faint smile tugged at his mouth. It had been like that all week. The pain from Nicos’ attack had been a lot more severe than he had originally thought. The next morning he could barely move. He had just enough strength to pop one of the candy-like pills that Fadien had given him. It reminded him of the charmed pills that Charlie had given him while in Romania. But these pills had a different effect. They definitely numbed the pain, but then it seemed to increase his magic. He could think much more clearly when he did his simple spells. And things just seemed easier. The power blasts would only last for a short while and then he would get sleepy, which was happening to him right now.

He was trying to get his mind together for the trip. He was feeling unsettled about the upcoming year. He had this nagging feeling that this year would be a bear. I just want to get through it, with no fucking drama, he thought irritably. That thought pulled his mind back to the present. He would be seeing Ron and Ginny again very soon. Hermione had owled a response back to him, but he hadn’t heard from Ron at all. Harry felt queasy about that. He hoped that he had not irrevocably destroyed the relationship with his best friend.

He had just closed his eyes again, when he heard the door sliding open. A familiar voice spoke softly to him.

“Hey Harry,” Hermione said. Harry looked at his cherished friend. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight.

”Harry! Your glasses are gone! And you got your ear pierced? What have you been up to?” She asked. She examined the earring closely. “That’s pretty cool.”

The entry way became crowded with his fellow Gryffindors, Neville, Seamus and Dean.

“Wow, Harry! That’s cool.”

Harry grinned. “I also got a tattoo”, he said slyly. He pulled his shirt down to show the tattoo. Exclamations exploded from the group. Hermione noticed the faint healing scar on his chest.

“Harry, what happened? This isn’t from Romania is it? Or did Ginny…?” She hesitated to finish the rest of her thought.

Harry smiled sheepishly, “nahhhh…a werewolf.”

Four pairs of eyes immediately stared him down.

“What?”

“No way!!”

“A werewolf!!”

“Harry!!”

Harry laughed at the different responses. Harry launched into his explanation of the party, carefully omitting the kiss with Blaise.

“Wait a minute”, said Hermione, “You went to a Slytherin party??? Alone? You were drinking?? And Malfoy was there???” Hermione glared at Harry. “How can you be so stupid? Do you know how dangerous that could have been? What if there were Death Eaters there or worse?!” Hermione couldn’t believe how irresponsible Harry had been.

Harry smirked. “Hermione, I doubt Voldemort is into drinking games and getting felt up by drunk blokes.” He shrugged it off.

“Leave it to Harry to have the craziest adventures,” stated another voice. They all glanced up to see Ron, who was now standing in the doorway. The voice held no malice, just stated a fact. Harry got up slowly and walked over to Ron. The red head looked curiously at Harry as he approached.

“Ron, look, I’m sorry about what happened”, Harry began. Ron held up his hand.

”Look Harry, it’s none of my business, Ok? Yeah sure, Ginny is my sister and I don’t want to see her get hurt. But you are my best friend and I know that you would never intentionally hurt her. That’s not who you are.” He shrugged, then looked away quickly, but not before Harry caught the affection in Ron’s eyes. Harry smiled. His friend was still in his corner. Ron nodded towards Harry’s open shirt.

“Show me that tattoo,” he said with a grin.

Harry pulled his shirt open. Ron peered closely at it.

“Wicked,” he finally responded. “I want one too. Where’d you get it?”

“Muggle London. I’ll take you one day.”

Ron nodded eagerly and went to sit down with the rest of the Gryffindors.

“Merlin, I hope this year is a good one. I’m so glad we’re almost finished!” Seamus stated.

“Yeah, I can’t believe we’re 7th years. It’s great! But now we have to figure out what we’re going to do with our lives,” Dean added.

Harry listened to the conversation without much interest. He probably wouldn’t even live past this year if Voldemort had his way. There was no point in planning a whole future if it was going to end at any moment.

Hermione looked sad at the prospect of school ending. Ron looked at her. “No doubt you’re sad because you won’t have any more studying to do.” The others grinned at this.

“It isn’t the only reason, Ronald! I’m going to miss everyone. We won’t be together anymore.”

No one had really thought about it like that. A thick silence descended on the group, each mulling over that hideous reality.

Hermione broke the silence. “It’s time for our Prefect and Head meeting.” She nudged Ron, who had drifted off to sleep.

Everyone in school knew that Hermione would get Head Girl. She had the best grades in the entire school. The 7th year prefect slot had gone to Ron again. He was the only logical choice of the remaining 7th years. Neville was not the leader type, Dean and Seamus goofed off too much. Lavender and Parvati were female versions of Dean and Seamus. Harry didn’t want to the job. Not that anyone would have selected him anyway. He had been passed over as Prefect the last two years because of all the pressure he had been under. It wasn’t any different now.

The remaining group decided to play a game of Exploding Snap. Surprisingly, Neville was on his way to cleaning them out when Harry was hit by nature’s call.

“Hey, I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.” He stood up and left the compartment.

The one closest to their compartment was occupied, so Harry went in search of another one. As he rounded a corner, he found himself face to face with Ginny and Luna.

Ginny looked pale and her normally beautiful mane of fire red hair looked limp and unhealthy. There were dark shadows under her eyes and there was no life in them whatsoever. She looked so fragile, Harry thought.

Ginny’s eyes moved along Harry’s body hungrily. She licked her lips slowly, basking in his presence. She stared at him so intensely, that Harry began to feel very uncomfortable. It almost felt like she was raping him with her eyes. He swallowed nervously.

“Hey Ginny. Ummm…how are you?” Harry didn’t really know what to say to her. She looked awful, like she hadn’t slept in weeks. He realized this was probably a very stupid thing to ask someone he had just broke up with.

“I’m fine Harry, doing great. I see you are doing well,” she said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Harry instantly felt guilty. “Well, I just wanted to make some changes, that’s all. It wasn’t planned or anything. It just kind of happened.”

“I see. So I guess ending our relationship was part of those changes, right? Do you feel better now?”

Harry sighed. “No, Ginny. I don’t. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t want you to get your hopes up about…things.” He cast a look at Luna. The Ravenclaw was hanging onto every word that he said. Now was not the time to have this discussion.

But Ginny didn’t seem to think so. “Not get my hopes up? Well Harry, what did you expect? You just have sex with me, but then you don’t think I would want more than that?”

Harry made a face. He didn’t like the fact that Ginny had just told their personal business, even if it was only Luna.

“It wasn’t just sex, Ginny. You know that’s not what I meant.” He ran his hand through his hair. “This is just coming out totally wrong.” He was already tired of talking about it.

When Harry brushed his hair back, Ginny noticed the earring. Her eyes widened.

Oh, Harry. I love your earring.”

She reached out to touch it. Harry flinched, fearing that Ginny would yank it out of his ear. He came to the realization that he was afraid of her. She seemed to read his reaction accurately.

“I’m not going to hurt you Harry. That’s the last thing I want to do.”

She began to look desperate again; tears were starting to well up in her eyes.

“Harry please, can we just talk. I’m sorry for the way I acted.”

She began to move closer to him.

“I love you and I would do anything to make this right.”

Harry looked at her, guilt racking his soul. He felt that the least he could do was hear her out, but now was not the time. Luna hovered near them like a ghost, watching the exchange intently.

“Alright Ginny, we can talk when we get to school, ok? This isn’t the place to have this kind of conversation.”

“You’re willing to talk about getting back together?” she pushed.

The last two weeks had been torture for her. Her mother and Hermione were the only reason she had managed to keep it together. When Hermione had told her that Harry had sent an owl to let them know where he was, she had been determined to go to the Leaky Cauldron and demand he talk to her. Hermione had to cast a binding spell on her to keep her in the house.

Her mother had pleaded with her to give Harry his space. Ginny hadn’t wanted to listen; she just knew if she could get to Harry, she could convince him that they belonged together. Molly ended up casting a charm on the floo powder to keep Ginny from actually leaving the Burrow. The powder would zoom around the room out of reach whenever Ginny tried to pick it up. She wasn’t old enough to Apparate yet, so she was stuck there.

“I’m not saying that Ginny, I just think that we do need to talk. But not now. I’ll see you later.” He went to move past her. Ginny grabbed his arm.

“Harry, I love you more than anything in life. I promise that whatever you want, I’ll agree to, as long as we are together.”

She stared up at him, the obsession that she had with him completely overtaking her senses. He saw the determination burning in her brown eyes; fueling her to new levels of desperation. Harry didn’t have a chance to process that bit of information, before another situation confronted him.

Blaise Zabini had materialized in front of him. Harry’s stomach knotted. Oh god, not now…

“Hey Harry,” Blaise said pleasantly. “You doing ok?” The black man gave Harry a wide smile. Harry detected no malice from the Slytherin. He was shocked to say the least.

“Yeah, I’m good, how are you, Blaise?”

Blaise grinned. “Doing ok. Hey, can we talk a minute, in private?” He suddenly seemed nervous. He knew they still had an audience.

Harry looked back at Ginny. She was staring at Blaise with a look of utter contempt for daring to interrupt thier conversation.

Harry said, “Ginny, we’ll talk later ok?” He nodded to Luna. Ginny paled.

“Harry, why are you talking to him?? He’s a Slytherin.” She got in Blaise’s face. “Leave us alone, Zabini! Get the hell out of here!”

Blaise blinked and held up his hands. “Hey, whoa! What’s going on with you? I don’t have any beef with you, Weasley. Relax.” He gave Harry a strange look.

“Ginny, it’s ok, alright. I’ll talk to you later.” Harry gave Luna a hard look. Luna slowly came to life and pulled Ginny’s arm.

“Ginny, he said he would talk, at least be happy about that. He could have told you to get lost.” Luna said, matter of factly.

Thank god for Luna.

Ginny still looked like she wanted to protest, but Luna was dragging her away. She stared at Harry with desperate eyes and mouthed a silent, I love you. Harry felt nauseous and drained. This thing with Ginny was going to be a bad situation.

Blaise looked on with an amused expression. He looked around cautiously before speaking, and then lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Look, Harry, about the party, I can’t talk about what happened, we signed those vows of silence, but I noticed that you didn’t. I just wanted to make sure…that things stayed that way. I don't want anyone to know I kissed a Gryffindor."

Harry laughed, “Like I would tell anyone about that??” Hell, you’re a Slytherin!”

He then noticed that Blaise was alone, something he had never remembered seeing his whole time at Hogwarts. The Slytherins always traveled in packs. It then occurred to him what Blaise had said.

Blaise didn’t want anyone to know he had kissed a Gryffindor. He didn’t mention anything about kissing a boy. This new revelation intrigued Harry. He recalled that Zabini didn’t seem all that disgusted by the challenge when it happened. As a matter of fact, Zabini had been very much into the kiss from the moment Harry had touched his lips.

Harry looked at Zabini with interest. Blaise immediately understood the look on Harry’s inquisitive face. He lowered his head.

“Don’t fuckin tell anybody,” he growled, looking over his shoulder again. “You owe me, I saved your ass!”

“I told you I wouldn’t tell anybody. But that means you have to keep quiet on your end as well,” he added quickly.

“I already said I can’t talk about what happened at the party.”

“That’s not what I’m referring to.”

Zabini raised an eyebrow. He licked his lips, his mind racing with the implication of Harry’s words. Even though Blaise couldn’t discuss the kiss, that didn’t mean he couldn’t gossip about the fact that Harry may very well like blokes.

“Ok, Harry.”

Blaise eyed the Gryffindor with an expression that clearly indicated what he wanted.

“Do you mind if I finish where we left off?”

Harry watched him anxiously. The last bit of his pain meds were wearing off, but he still felt slightly exhilarated. Blaise took his silence as acquiescence.

He looked up and down the passageway quickly. Sure that no one was approaching, he leaned in and softly brushed his lips against Harry’s, giving him a soft kiss. Harry felt a rush of blood heading straight for his groin. He shuddered slightly and his manhood pulsed in response. He exhaled deeply, trying to get his libido under control. Blaise had moved back and was watching him intently, a small smile on his lips.

A most unwelcome sound thundered down the passageway.

“Zabini! Where are you off to?” Malfoy’s voice rang out.

Blaise sighed deeply, but then gave Harry a wink. With lightning speed, he expertly wiped his face of the pleasure he had just experienced. His face twisted into an ugly grimace.

“Move Potter, get out of the way!” the boy shouted in Harry’s face. “Sorry,” he whispered.

“You’re such an ass, Zabini!” Harry cursed, pushing past the Slytherin. Blaise made a rude gesture and Harry rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Harry went inside the nearest bathroom stall, hoping that was enough to throw Malfoy off. It would only be a bad thing if the blonde menace to society caught wind of this recent development.

Draco watched this exchange silently. His eyes narrowed. This was the second time he had witnessed a conversation between these two. Even though Draco couldn’t prove it, he could have sworn that Blaise had just kissed Potter. He could tell that he had interrupted something.

Draco had been named Head Boy, along with Granger as Head Girl. No big shock there. He was on his way back from the Head Boy meeting, had turned the corner, to see Blaise moving away from Potter’s face. Both of them looked guilty as hell. And Potter looked…odd somehow. He didn’t even bother to try and insult him; Boy Wonder had simply made a quick escape down the passage.

Draco looked at Blaise, who seemed to be having a difficult time looking him in the eye.

“What was that all about, Blaise?” Draco asked casually. He didn’t want to ruffle his friend’s feathers. He wanted an answer. Draco figured that if he came at him wrong, Zabini would shut down.

His friend snorted. “Nothing, Draco, he’s a stupid git. He was actually trying to be friendly. I guess because I saved him and all. Gryffindors are so noble”. His voice was dripping with sarcasm. Draco nodded absently, his mind drifting to other memories.

Draco had spent the last two weeks trying to forget the party. Ok, to be more honest, trying to forget that kiss. He didn’t know why he had been so bothered by it. It was just a game and it wasn’t Harry or Blaise’s fault that is what the card selected. But Draco couldn’t shake the look that Harry had on his face when he approached Zabini. He looked so sexy and dangerous. Draco had never been turned on like that before. He knew it by Harry’s look and the waves of power that radiated off of him.

Draco responded to power, and Harry was all that. Fuck! And then when the werewolf attacked…there was a moment when Draco feared that Harry was going to be killed. He later dismissed that fleeting emotion as a by-product of their long standing rivalry. He would have missed Harry, like someone misses kicking a dog.

At least that was what he was telling himself. Shut up, you! Thankfully Blaise had stepped up to the plate and saved the Boy Wonder. Now Potter would be bugging Zabini and not him.

Draco snapped back to reality. He glared at Zabini.

“Better you than me”, he laughed. “Sounds like you got a boyfriend!”

Blaise grunted. “Yeah right, Potter wishes. He wished he could get with this.” He stole a glance at Draco. “Wouldn’t that be hilarious if Potter was gay? It would explain so much.” He waited breathlessly for Draco’s response.

Draco looked at Zabini incredulously. “Are you serious, Scarhead, gay?? Not the Saint! There is no way he is into blokes. That would go against his perfect image.” Draco rolled his eyes. “Come on; let’s get back to our compartment.”

He pushed Blaise ahead of him. They had perhaps walked five feet, when Draco suddenly stopped.

“Go on. I forgot something at the meeting room. I’ll be right there.” Blaise nodded and continued down the passage. Draco waited until Blaise disappeared around a bend. He then went back up the passage the way he had been coming. He waited outside the bathroom for Harry to come out.

When Harry emerged a few moments later, he was roughly grabbed by an unseen hand. Malfoy pushed Harry against a wall, the silver eyes glittering hatred. Harry pushed Malfoy back, glaring hard at the Slytherin.

“What the hell?! What’s the matter with you, Malfoy! Get off me!”

Malfoy stepped up into Harry’s face. “What’s going on with you and Zabini?” he demanded.

Harry gaped at Draco. “Whaaatt?”

“I want to know what’s going on with you two! What were you talking about earlier?”

“That’s none of your business Malfoy. And why don’t you ask him, what are you bothering me for?”

Draco hissed. “I’m asking you. Are you all grateful to him for saving your pathetic life? You’re lucky it wasn’t up to me. I would have left your ass there for that werewolf.”

Harry looked at Draco with a peculiar expression. “Why are you so worried about what I said to Blaise, or about him saving my life? You didn’t, so why the fuck do you care??”

“I don’t care Potter, it’s just ridiculous that you are following him around like a lovesick puppy that’s all. That’s so pathetic.”

“Speaking of following people around, Malfoy, aren’t you the one who is stalking me outside of a bathroom? I think your compartment is that way. Don’t worry about who I’m talking to. When I want to talk to you, which will be never, I’ll let you know.”

“Stay away from Zabini, Potter. I mean it.” He shoved Harry again.

“What are you going to do, Ferret? Are you jealous? Is that what this is about?” Harry suddenly looked straight at Draco, daring him to deny it. Draco paled considerably.

“Jealous of what? You? Oh please…keep your place, Scarhead. You’re a mixed blood, stay out of Slytherin business.” Draco stepped back away from Harry. He didn’t like the way Harry was looking at him. It was like Harry could see right through him.

“Fuck you, Malfoy! I can talk to anybody I want, without your permission. I’m sure Zabini will love to know that you are his mother now, trying to control his life.” He gave the blonde Slytherin another look.

“I do think you’re jealous! You fancy Zabini, don’t you?” Harry smiled in delight.

“What? I’m not some pouf, Potter! You’re crazy!”

“Oh this is great! You’re scared I’m going to steal your boyfriend! Ha!” Harry laughed.

“Oh please, Potter! If he was my boyfriend, there would be no way that someone like you could steal him away. Who in their right mind would pick you over me?” Draco drawled.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know about all that, but I know you’re jealous! Anyway…it’s been fun, Malfoy.”

He walked away from the blonde, muttering.

Draco watched Harry walk away. He hadn’t meant to approach him like that. None of it had been planned. But the conversation went in a direction he hadn’t expected. Potter was actually accusing him of being jealous! Did he really think that he was dating Blaise? As if Potter could steal him away! What an ego! What would he have to be jealous of? Potter was so far off the mark. It wasn’t Blaise that he was thinking of at all.

Shut up, you!

Draco swallowed uncomfortably. “I’m not jealous,” he said to no one in particular. He stalked down the hallway and back to his compartment.

A compartment door slid open and a pair of Extendable Ears was retracted to the owner. The door slammed shut.


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