You got that Peirced?!

Draco lay on his bed, covered in sweat and panting. ‘‘Fuck’’ he said breathlessly, “these dreams are getting worse.’’

Flash back

Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s, pulling the other boy closer. Harry spun them around and pushed Draco against the wall, grinding their bodies together. Draco gasped as Harry pushed the boys hands above his head, holding them with one hand, the other roaming his body. At the moment Draco gasped Harry shoved his tongue into his mouth. Draco moaned as Harry kissed him, and then suddenly there was nothing. Harry pulled back and stepped away, leaving Draco to slide down the wall. “Me thinks you don’t like that you like it, Draco.” Harry smirked then walked to the door and left.

End flashback

Draco had been plagued with dreams since that night. It had been nearly a week since then and Draco’s dreams were getting more vivid every night. This morning in particular Draco had woken with a screaming hard on and a picture of a naked and glistening Harry throbbing behind his eyes. With a sigh, Draco struggled out of bed and hobbled to the restroom for a cold shower; being head boy sure did have it benefits. After his shower Draco spent a good 40 min deciding what to wear. He finally settled with a beanstalk green short-sleeved tee shirt, a pair of black jeans, and his silver and black vans.

After pulling on his shirt Draco began to comb his hair. He reached for the hair gel, about to slick his hair back when a snitch crashed in through his window and began to flutter around his room. His seeker instincts taking over, he reached out and snatched the golden ball from the air. Attached to it was a red ribbon with the words ‘meet me at the lake, 4:30 – Harry’ written on it in golden script. Draco pulled the ribbon off and released the ball. The ball fluttered around the room again for a bit, before flying out the window again, leaving Draco to think alone. Draco paced around his room, holding the ribbon, for about an hour. He sat down on the bed, resting the ribbon on his pillow, making up his mind. He snapped his fingers and called for a house elf. “Master Malfoy calls?” “Yes, could you bring me some food please?” “Yes Mr. Malfoy sir, yes.” The house elf popped from the room and Draco went back to his wardrobe.

4:15, the lake

Draco sat under an oak tree next to the lake, wearing a white muscle shirt, black skinny jeans, and green vans. Tapping his foot, Draco scanned the edges of the lake, looking for any sign of Harry. Sighing, Draco sat back against the trunk of the tree, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. “I should have known you’d fall asleep, being as lazy as you are.” Harry stepped out from behind a group of passing students and stood in front of Draco. “I wasn’t sleeping Potter. And why did you call me out here.” Harry smiled as Draco snapped at him, a faint blush tinting the blonde’s cheeks.

Harry walked over to where Draco sat and plopped down next to him, leaning against the tree. Draco stood up and walked in front of Harry, getting a good look at him, really for the first time. His long hair had been released from its throng; he wore a red shirt sporting the band ‘the Dresden dolls’, black and red-checkered pants, peace vans, and a black torn jacket. He wore 4 earrings, 2 on each ear, a sliver loop on his lip and a spiral on his eyebrow. Draco took in his appearance with an amused expression. “Hehe” Draco laughed lightly. “What’s so funny?” Harry asked, crossing his arms across his chest. “Nothing… now, you still didn’t answer me. Why did you call me out here?” “To play a game,” Harry replied, a smile cracking his face. “A game?” Draco repeated, disbelief colouring his tone. “Yes a game.” Harry said this like it was the most common thing in the world for two life long rivals to play a simple game together. “I want to play truth or lie, will you play with me?” Draco stood, still as stone, a bewildered look on his face. Harry grinned; grabbed Draco’s knees and pulled, making them buckle and Draco fall.

“Well? Play, no play? What’ll it be?” Draco sighed “What are we drinking if we get it right?” “Nothing, instead, if you get it right you must ask a question, and it must be answered.” “Alright, I’m in.” Draco sighed again as he sat up a little straighter, then crawled over to the tree and leaned against it. “I’ll go first!” Harry declared gleefully. Draco laughed lightly and nodded his head. “K, my first one is when I was 5, my aunt cut my hair almost off all the way, and it grew back over night. My second one is when I was 11 I stayed in a lighthouse that was falling apart for a day. And my third is I’ve been mostly-dead 3 times.” Draco sat silently pondering over which one was the lie. “I think you never stayed in a lighthouse.” He finally said, after a few min. “Nope, wrong. I’ve been mostly-dead 5 times.” “5 times?” Draco stared at him in awe. Harry smiled, “Draco, your turn.”

Draco snapped from his stupor and began to think. “Um… number 1. Last year I drank a gallon of butter beer and got drunk off my ass from it. 2, Pansy and I are in love, and 3, I dye my hair.” Harry started laughing and giggled out “Number 2.” Draco’s jaw dropped. “How did you figure that out so fast?” “Well, it was simple. Butter beer, half a gallon would make you drunk and 2 you always look disgusted when she tries to hang all over you.” Draco was shocked, Potter was much more observant then he'd given him credit for. “Now I get to ask a question… hmm… I know, why did you laugh earlier?” Draco blushed and looked away, “I was laughing because when I got your note I franticaly went through my wardrobe to pick out the perfect clothes and you seem to have just thrown what ever on.” Harry laughed, “Well I guess it’s my turn again.” Harry thought for a min, then laughed “1, when I was about to start the third year I blew my aunt up. 2, when I was 10 I released a snake at the zoo. And 3, I have a secret crush on a Hufflepuff.” “Hufflepuff”. Harry burst into laughter at Draco’s speed of response. “I get to ask now, and I want to know why you’ve changed so much.” Harry stopped laughing instantly. “Alright.”