The Hogwarts Masquerade Ball

Blaise Zabini pushed through the crowd and waggled his brows, a wide mischievious smile on his lips. "Ahoy there, mates. Room for one more? Ouch!"

Hermione Granger tried for a frown, but merely got out a grin, "I think they're got enough on their 'decks' as it is, Zabini."

"Quite right, mate." Draco drawled, as he stretched out a lazy foot and kicked the door shut. "Bloody nosy bodies." He dragged a sultry hand slowly down Harry's stomach, his eyes lighting up at the quiver that marked his body. His eyes sought out Harry's, and quirked, confused, at the stunned light that ran through them.

Harry shot up straight, his entire body tense, and turned his terrified face to his lover, "Oh shit! I totally forgot-"


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Harry jumped into a crouch, eyes whirling everywhere. His hands grasped out shakily for clothes, and he slid on Draco's torn shirt, not heeding the state of the shredded silk.

"Harry?"

His head twisting around, panicked, his mind roaring with a thousand different screaming thoughts, his movements became jerky with confusion. Abruptly, his breathing wild and fast, his fell down hard on his arse, not even noticing the sharp, scared glitter in Draco's silvery eyes.

"Harry!" Draco scooted forward on his knees, wincing slightly in pain. He grasped the beautifully muscled golden arms firmly, and rubbed little circles with his thumbs into the skin. "Calm yourself, and tell me what on earth has you acting like a sugar-hyped Hufflepuff!"

Taking a few deep breaths, Harry closed his eyes and bowed his head. "I totally forgot."

Huffing in annoyance, Draco jerked Harry face towards his, staring persistantly into the brilliant green eyes, glossy with nerves.

"Alright, I do believe that we've established that you forgot something. How about you fill me in on whatever the bloody hell it is, so we can go and get it, and get back to the much more important business of me buggering you senseless. More." A wry grin slid onto swollen lips, and Draco loosened his hold on Harry's chin. He leaned forward and teased his partner's lips with his own. Rubbed. Back and forth. Mouth to mouth. They slid easily against one another, gliding with heat and spit, and puffs of humid air.

"More?" Harry's mind was quickly losing it's train of thought against the blonde's silky attack.

"Oh yes, my noble little lion, much much more. And again and again, and over and over. This isn't going to let up any time soon. Perhaps never. Now, come on then, tell me what it is."

"What? What what?"

Draco smirked against that lush, scrumptious mouth, easing it open with the tip of his tongue, and sliding inside. 'Bloody sodding hell. He's absolutely intoxicating. And totally adorable.'

As their mouths parted, Harry's head fell back, his lips open in a silent scream as the Slytherin, currently in his lap, dragged his teeth against the rigid line of Harry's throat.

"You forgot something?" Draco teased.

"Mmm. Yes. I left my date at-"

"Date?!" Draco's head reared back, eyes blazing with fury. "You had a bloody date?!" He pushed at Harry's chest, unseating himself, and falling back onto the floor in an ungraceful heap.

"Now, Draco.." Harry started, only to be cut off but an angry squawk from the furious man in front of him.

"You, Mr. Potter, are an arse." Draco stood up, turning quickly and attempting to stomp haughtily over to the opposite side of the room. He whirled, then, and kicked his foot into the bottom of the bed. He howled with pain, and grabbed his toe, glaring at Harry as he came over slowly, his features wrought with apology and amusement.

Amusement! ARGH!

"Draco," Harry whispered softly, "it was only a date as in...neither of us had one. A friends thing. Luna knows I'm interested in you."

The furious snarl did not ease from Draco's lovely, stubborn mouth, even as silvery eyes filled with hope. "Then why on earth are you thinking about her...NOW?"

Harry grasped Draco's foot gently, and muttered an incantation under his breath as he brushed his fingers over the angry, red toe. The swelling eased instantly, and the skin began to fall back to a normal, pale tone.

Leaning forward, Harry placed a tender kiss on the toe, and Draco had to fight hard to not grin happily. "Well?"

"Well...the thing of it is. Before the ball, Luna had been drinking hot cocoa made from these odd chocolate bars a cousin of hers had sent her. She had read in her father's paper that partaking of this particular mix would cause boughts of beautiful dancing in pixies and fairies, and she thought perhaps it might help her as well."

He smiled widely as Draco rolled his eyes, muttering snarky obsceneties under his breath.

"Unfortunately, the chocolate was, apparently, some sort of erm...ah..."

"Spit it out, Potter!" Draco roared, frustration dripping through his voice.

Harry cleared his throat. "Well, for muggles, it works as a medication of sorts. To help, ahhh...unblock....*ahem* err...blocked things. You see. And, as it is...I sort of left her in the bathroom with Moaning Myrtle screaming and laughing."

Draco Malfoy stared. His face blank, and utterly still. One eyebrow rose sharply.

"Yeah," Harry said, flushing, "I was supposed to get help, right. But, see, I sort of wound up with you, and you sort of steamed up my brain, and I sort of forgot everything else in the world. You know. I forgot there was a world, but for you and me, for a moment." Draco's eyebrow lowered, and the glower finally left his lovely face. His eyes were positively glowing.

"All right, Harry. So, Loony Lovegood drank herself a shitting draught, and now we're sitting here pondering on it." Draco chuckled. "This is utterly absurd."

"I have to do something. I can't just leave her in that state, Draco."

"Oh, I totally agree." He turned towards the door and whipped it open, smirking as thirteen bodies fell inwards, piled atop one another, all looking up sheepishly.

"One of you lot, go check on the Crapping Queen. NO! Not you, Crabbe! Goddess knows, you'd probably find what 'chocolate' the girl had left, and eat it." He stared at them, tilting his head to the side impatiently.

Seamus stood up, blushing and grinning, "All right. I'll go, but you bastards had better tell me EVERYTHING that happens while I'm gone!"

Draco sighed heavily and proceeded to push the twisted, twitching bodies out of his room, not even giving notice to the goggles as people looked up at his naked bits flouncing about.

Harry had gotten up, and fallen back onto the bed. "Well, now that that is taken care of-"

"Oh no, I don't think so. You interrupted this very important, splendid evening with all of that nonsense, and now you think we're just going to pick up where we left off?"

Huge green eyes looked up at him as he stepped forward, and he sat on the bed, trying to look stern as callused hands swept around his body and up his stomach towards his nipples. "Maybe?"

Draco turned his head slightly, cocking his head. And, oh, that was an evil smile. Uh oh.

Harry scampered back as quickly as he could on his heels and palms, much like a crab on the beach. "I had to do something, Draco. I didn't want to stop tonight for anything, but-"

"Oh yes, the hero complex. I completely understand." His smile did not falter in the least at Harry's sigh of relief. In fact, it doubled. "However, while your motives were kind, the result was disaterous, and I'm afraid you must recompensate me for my troubles."

His head whirled with pleasurable thoughts. "Oh, I think I can come up with something, Draco." He purred.

"Oh, Harry," the blonde murmured, "I'm quite sure of it." At that, he pounced, twisting Harry until he was laying over his lap, and brought his hand down with a stinging smack on Harry's bottom. He grinned at the bright pink handprint, and positively beamed at Harry's fuming emerald eyes as his head twisted around to stare, shocked at Draco's pleased face.

Smack!

Smack!

And, oh! What was that against his leg, Draco wondered, pleased, as he felt the rising arousal of his lover as he delivered another whap on that delicious bottom.

"Ooooh! Seamus is going to be so pissed that he missed this!"

Excited whispers were rising in volume, and Harry thrust slightly against Draco, shaking his head. "Are they ever going to go away?"

Draco cocked a brow. "I don't know, and I'm quite sure I don't honestly give a tinker's damn if they do or don't. Either way, it's not going to stop me from what I'm going to do next."

Oh, that was no longer rising, but truly and fully erect now, and throbbing. "Do what, Draco?"

And the lowering of a moist mouth on his arse was the only thing Harry could comprehend as his eyes glazed over and a ragged scream ripped from his lips.

"Oh...Draco..."

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