Banshee\'s Balls!

Kayce...Lol, i love Snape/Remus too. They may get together in this, i don’t know. Haven’t decided yet. I’m glad you like my writing style. And the story.

Thrnbrooke...yeah unfortunately Harrys decided not to act on his feelings, but there’s still plenty of time for that.

ZooArmy...ooh happy birthday, sorry about taking so long.

LoveGD

TimeFlys...lol, sorry no hints. But i’m not expecting this to be that long a fic so i don’t think you’ll have to wait too long for your answer.

Amiyom

Lilith

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Arieru

Joolia

SP777...Thanks for the idea. I don’t know if i’ll use it in this one. But i do have a plan for a short sequel if people are interested, i may put it in there.


Here you go guys. The chapters a little short as i haven’t had access to word for ages but the next update will be quicker.



Chapter Five


‘DOWN IT. DOWN IT. DOWN IT. DOWN IT. WOOOOOOOO…’

Harry set his glass down with a grimace, being careful to set it down upside down so that everyone could see that he‘d drunk all of it and not bottled out like they’d said he would. Merlin Fire Whiskey sure did burn on its way down.

He’d lost count of how many he’d drunk. Not that he was drunk; he hadn’t drunk enough for that. Sure he was a little wobbly when he stood up but who wasn’t. A lot of people seemed to have the same problem. His problem was that every time a new group approached him they talked him into downing a drink.

Draco and Blaise had managed to avoid the crowds by squashing themselves into an armchair over an hour ago and they still hadn’t managed to pull themselves out of it yet. Not for a lack of trying.

He took another look around the hall to get his bearings. A couple of lightweight Hufflepuffs had passed out under a table. Snape and Remus, the ‘supervising’ adults were animatedly talking at a table with some very wild gestures of the arms. The older Gryffindors had been brave enough to start a game of truth or dare, luckily they weren’t brave enough to do anything too over the top with Snape still in the room. And he didn’t look like he was going anywhere any time soon. Even the Gryffindors weren’t brave enough to try something when they didn’t have anything as a buffer for his rage.

The rest of the team had been sent to bed ages ago, there was only him, Draco and Blaise left. The other members being sent away to their common rooms when their years appointed curfew hour came about. The remaining sixth years had another quarter of an hour to go before they were also shoved off to bed. He thought it was a little unfair that the seventh years got to carry on without them for an hour. But with the way he was going if he stayed another hour he would end up sleeping under a table like the Hufflepuffs. Luckily they didn’t have practice tomorrow.

No one knew where it had come from but after the fifth years had disappeared, quite a few bottles of fire whiskey and several cases of butterbeer had appeared. Snape and Remus had turned a blind eye to the alcohol, which made Harry wonder if they’d had something to do with it in the first place.

Then again he wouldn’t be surprised if Dumbledore had told them to do it. It was also very likely that none of the other teachers would find out about this in the morning. Dumbledore probably wanted to keep this part of the party quiet as much as the students did. After all who wanted McGonagall to find out?

Oh well who cared.

‘Hey Harry. Whatcha doin’ over there?’ Harry grinned when he saw Blaise.

The other boy was still stuck slightly under Draco, who was quite thoroughly wedged. Blaise had had to crane both his neck and body to a very uncomfortable angle to speak to him, even that didn’t seem to help them shift. Blaise had been the first one to sit in the chair originally. Draco had then sat on top of him but had made a mistake with his aim now half of Draco’s body was wedged between Blaise and the chair, the rest of him was sprawled over Blaise‘s lap. Neither of them could get up. It looked distinctly uncomfortable. Then again the chair didn’t look that comfortable either. Harry wondered if Snape had been the one to transfigure the chairs. Maybe it was a form of torture he hadn’t used on them yet. But Harry didn’t really care; in fact he was quite thankful as that position afforded him an unobstructed view of Draco’s jean clad thighs. And since he was sure that Draco picked his jeans a size too small the view was pretty sensational.

He shook the thought from his head. With every drink he had it seemed harder to ignore Draco and the way his hair fell across his eyes or the way one side of his mouth would quirk when he was trying not to laugh…

Getting off topic again Harry, stop it.

Harry took a measured walk over to them. Being careful to place his feet. He didn’t want to give them any opportunity to tease him. They teased him enough as it is.

He stopped on Blaise’s left intending to say something but was prevented by Blaise grabbing his arm and pulling him down on top of them. Not knowing what hit him Harry toppled forward and landed across their laps. One hand, the one being held onto ended up beneath him, the other trapped at his side by Blaise’s chest. But his head near enough ended up on top of Draco’s crotch.

The fact that Draco’s body was vibrating with laughter didn’t help any it just emphasized everything and pushed it closer to his lips. That of course led to further thoughts and a sudden realisation that he wasn’t even trying to get up yet. And maybe he should. So he struggled to rise but ended up toppling to the floor instead.

Luckily he landed on his back so he didn’t do any damage to the part of his anatomy that he had actually managed to get a rise out of.

Getting to his feet again wasn’t as difficult as it had been with other people’s legs as obstacles, maybe the drop had knocked him soberer. Not sober just soberer. If it had been sober he’d have been up and away with no problem. Then again part of him still was.

He had to push himself up with his hands, he did wobble when he straightened but he stayed up. His next task was to turn around. Since he’d managed to turn himself around while he was on the floor he was now facing away from the chair. He wanted to berate Blaise for putting him in that position. Not that he really minded but it would be a really bad idea to give Draco any indication of his new feelings. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship. And things would certainly turn awkward if Draco found out. Oh yes he definitely wanted to give Blaise a tongue lashing. He wanted to do it even more when he realised his face was still flaming. The heat he could feel in his cheeks was a dead giveaway.

But before he could do that he felt a hand hook into his belt and give a sharp tug. And then he was back where he started. Only this time he was looking the other way. He didn’t know what was worse, the embarrassment of his last position or the knowing look in Draco’s eyes now. Then again that was Draco’s hand against his ass now. Huh maybe this position wasn’t so bad.

He swallowed, he couldn’t help it. He was lying over Draco’s raised hip with the blonde looking down at him. His hair falling free about his face, his head slightly tilted to the side wearing the most open smile he’d ever seen.

He wanted to reach up and brush that hair back behind his ears so that it didn’t cover his eyes. He’d always loved grey eyes. He’d just never noticed it before. Even the one with the bruise around it was beautiful. Harry almost laughed at that, only Draco Malfoy could still look good with a possible black eye forming.

Who said Quidditch didn’t bring enlightening experiences.

‘You’re not used to alcohol are you Harry?’ Draco asked with a smile, his fingers tracing Harry’s cheek.

‘Am so.’

Draco’s smile, if possible got wider with his words.

‘I don’t think you are. But I’ll let you win this one.’

There was something about the way he said those words. Something that really struck Harry. Either that or he really was an emotional drunk. But when Draco said those words he felt a tear. Luckily it didn’t fall. He couldn’t have stood it if either of them saw him cry. Maybe it was just the fact that him and Draco had been competing at almost everything since they entered the school. So for Draco to tell him that he’d won, that was a big step. He just didn’t know in what direction the step had been taken.

‘Harry, is something wrong?’

Draco sounded so sincere. And even though they’d never been friends that was always something he’d liked about Draco. He never lied. Whether he was expressing his views or making spiteful comments, he always believed what he said. You always knew where you stood. Not like Ron and Hermione. Maybe if he told Draco what he felt, he’d understand...it wouldn’t ruin their friendship. Would it?

Draco seemed closer than he had a moment ago. A lot closer, he could feel Draco’s breath on his face. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Draco’s mouth, he’d only caught it for a moment but just for a second he’d seen Draco’s tongue dart out and lick his lips. That image was stuck in his head, it kept repeating over and over in his mind leaving him unable to think.

There was no breath on his face now, Draco seemed to be holding it. His hand had moved slightly too, it was more...cupping now than anything. And his other hand was around Harry’s waist, his thumb lightly tracing the exposed skin.

‘I...’

Draco nodded, his smile encouraging, he shuffled closer, tightening his arms.

‘I...’

‘CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!’

If the voice wasn’t jarring enough, the heavy blows Seamus landed on both their shoulders was. Both of them jerked their eyes away and to the extremely loud Gryffindor but he was already moving on. But it didn’t matter the moment was gone. Whatever courage Harry had had in speaking up, well it was gone now. It retreated with Seamus’ joyfully singing voice.

‘SCREAM and SHOUT, tear those suckers down. You can try but you just can’t win. The Banshee’s are gonna knock your heads in.’

Harry couldn’t hold in his laughter and neither could Blaise or Draco.

When the laughter had died down, as Seamus was an appallingly bad singer, it was time for the Sixth years to leave.

‘Here Harry, just drink this last one.’ Dean said handing him another glass of fire whiskey. The trouble, Harry decided with himself was that he just couldn’t say no. He definitely had to learn for future nights.

Separating in the Entrance Hall was strange, now more than ever Harry wanted to go with them. The two Slytherins walked away arm in arm still laughing and talking. They’d managed to have a couple of extra minutes at the party because it had taken them that long to get unstuck. After a lot of fruitless pulling by half the Gryffindor lads and half the Slytherins Snape had finally come over and yelled...

‘ARE YOU WIZARDS OR NOT! GET YOUR MORGANA BEGOTTEN WANDS OUT!

It wasn’t exactly a proper curse and it did leave a lot of room for innuendo, they were boys after all. No it wasn’t a proper curse not like some of the other words they’d heard come from Snape but it was still effective. More so on those students not on the team as they hadn’t got desensitised to Snape’s shouting after listening to him yell instructions over heavy winds.

They’d had such a good laugh then, running out of the hall before Snape could yell at them again. And now Harry didn’t want to follow the other Gryffindors. He’d never wondered about it before but now he did, should he have let the hat put him in Slytherin?

As he turned to climb the stairs he took one last glance back and was just in time to see Draco’s face turn away. To catch the slightest hint of an emotion he had no hope fathoming. It could have been anything but whatever the look on his face was, it made him shiver.

He just couldn’t tell if it was a good shiver or not.

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The next morning Harry woke up with his first ever hangover. After all this was the first ‘day after’ he’d had. The one after the ‘Getting to know you’ party didn’t count. That had been more of a sugar high. No this one was a proper alcohol induced ‘day after’.

He didn’t like the feeling. And he would have liked it even less if he’d realised what he was missing.

For when he woke up the next morning, he didn’t remember that moment. That moment when they’d nearly kissed. He didn’t know how close he’d come to getting something perfect.

He remembered all the things before he’d started drinking. The game, the near collision, the moment he’d realised that Draco’s smile could turn his insides to water. When Ron had punched Draco, that was clear in his mind too. But he couldn’t remember yelling at Ron when he got back to the Common room like he’d been told he’d done.

He didn’t care that neither Ron nor Hermione were speaking to him anymore. He was just glad that Draco’s eye hadn’t turned black.

Both of Ron’s had though. They were as clear as a bell by the next morning. He’d never seen two better shiners than that. It had certainly made his day. Draco hadn’t stopped laughing all day. There were a lot of comments about Panda eyes as well. How Draco knew what a Panda was, was beyond him though. They were a muggle animal after all.

No he didn’t remember what he’d done. He saw signs though, clues to some things. But there weren’t any clues to that perfect moment. And the only other witnesses weren’t speaking of it. Less chance of getting hurt that way.

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A/N...Hey what did ya think. Was the memory loss believable? I just took it as Harry being completely inexperienced at drinking. I also didn’t say exactly how many he’d had so who knows what the number was.

Oh and there’ll be more on the Ron issue in the next chapter.