Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: I actually had this chapter written a while ago, but I had to make some changes to it. I wanted to write more, but it was already 16 pages. I considered breaking it up to make 2 chapters, but I really didn't see a good breaking point. So I hope it's not too long. Besides, hopefully it will be worth it. Let me know what you all think!!

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Midnight Madness

Two days after taking the potion from Madam Pomfrey, Harry knew it wasn’t working. He had tried increasing the dosage, but to no avail. It didn’t help with his pain at all and it didn’t make him feel better. He didn’t want to go back and ask her for something stronger. She would ask too many questions.

Harry went to see Remus. The DADA teacher was grading papers when Harry entered.

“Harry”, Remus said with delight. “I’m glad to see you. I haven’t had much of chance to talk to you since this summer. How are you?” He took in the boy’s new makeover. His eyes really were striking, so much like Lily’s.

“Professor, uhhh…I need some advice. But I need you to just listen. Say there was someone who was attacked by a werewolf, but didn’t get bitten. They were just scratched. How long would it take to heal?”

Remus looked at Harry questioningly. “It would depend. How bad was the scratch?”

“It bled some, but it wasn’t deep or anything. The scars are gone, but it still hurts. Is that normal?”

“Harry, who was attacked?”

“I really would rather not tell you. It’s not that big of a deal. I just wanted to know.”

Remus sighed. “Ok, Harry. It would take maybe 3 weeks or so for it to heal, if it’s a mild scratch. But it shouldn’t be hurting. That sounds like a different problem altogether. I would suggest the individual see a Healer.” He gave Harry a hard look.

Harry looked back at the man. He sighed also and began to open his shirt.

“I don’t understand why it still hurts like this”.

Remus got up from behind his desk and walked over to Harry. He examined the area that Harry indicated.

“Do you know who attacked you? What happened?”

Harry described the attack. The man frowned. “What day was this on?”

“August 17th, I believe.”

“Harry, there wasn’t a full moon that night. Are you sure this was a werewolf?”

Harry blinked. Not a full moon? He definitely knew a werewolf when he saw one.

“Yes, I’m sure it was. His name is Nicos…I don’t remember his last name.”

Remus remained quiet for a few minutes. Then he said, “Harry, I’m going to have to look into this. I don’t know the effects of attacks that are done by a transformation when it’s not a full moon. I can’t imagine why he would have transformed in the first place. Keep me posted on this. Maybe Professor Snape can help.”

“Oh gawd, no. I don’t want him to know anything about this. I will never hear the end of it.” Harry pleaded with the older man.

“Harry, he is a potions master. He can be helpful in this sort of thing. Don’t be difficult. It won’t be that bad.” He tried to reassure him. Harry gave him a silly expression.

“Yeah right. Professor Snape not using an opportunity to hold it over my head that he helped me? Or you, for that matter? Please.” Harry smirked.

Remus smiled at that also. “I guess you do have a point. Well, we will only use his help if it’s absolutely necessary, ok?”

Harry nodded. “I can live with that. Thanks, Professor.” He left the classroom.

Remus’ smile vanished. This was not a good development at all.

HPDM

Harry was halfway back to the Common Room when an idea struck him. Didn’t Fadien tell him that if he ever needed any more of the pills that he could just get in touch with him? Of course, how could he have been so stupid! He wondered if he should go to the Slytherins and ask Millicent how to get in touch with her brother.

But he didn’t want to do that. The news that he asked a Slytherin for anything was bound to make the Daily Prophet. So he turned around and headed for the owlery. As soon as he entered, Hedwig flew down to his hand. He pulled a piece of parchment from his school bag and wrote a quick note to Fadien.

Fadien,

How ya been? School is going well. I have a favor to ask. I have run out of the supply of pills that you gave me. Unfortunately, I am still in some pain. Is it possible that you can send me some more, or tell me where to get some? Also, what would really be great if something with a higher dosage, so I don’t have to take them so often?

Your friend,

HP

He watched as Hedwig flew off with the note tied to her leg. He hoped she would return soon.

Harry walked through the entrance of the school. He saw Blaise coming out of the Great Hall, walking with Pansy. He waved in greeting. The pair walked over to him.

“Hey Harry, you busy?” Blaise asked. Pansy watched Harry silently, soaking up his features. Blaise had good reason to be all a flutter, she mused. Potter was hot! But she did love Draco, despite his horrible personality of late.

“No, not at the moment.” He glanced at Pansy, wondering why she hadn’t insulted him yet. To his surprise, the dark haired girl blushed. Harry pondered the meaning of that reaction. Wasn’t she dating Malfoy?

Blaise turned to Pansy. “I’ll catch you later.” He looked at Harry. “Let’s talk a walk”. He gestured towards the entrance way. Harry nodded.

The two men walked out of the school, ignoring the stares of fellow students. They walked down by the Black Lake, sitting down on the benches that faced the lake and mountainside. Neither of them spoke for awhile. Harry was quietly waiting for Blaise to say whatever he needed to. Finally, Blaise looked up, eyes on the lake.

“Harry, I know this is probably really weird, me talking to you and such. But I meant what I said. I want to be my own person. This is our last year in school. And with things going the way they are, with the war and all, who knows what’s going to happen. I don’t want to continue with all the pettiness. Do you understand that?”

“I can understand that, but of course it’s difficult to believe. But you and I have never had any real problems. Malfoy is the one who is the bane of my existence. He is so irritating. Sorry for talking about your friend.” Harry added quickly. He hoped Blaise wasn’t going to be upset.

Blaise only laughed. “Yeah, I know. Draco can be a jackass at times. But I’ve known him since we were three.” He grinned. “I guess I’m just used to him. He is actually pretty cool, if you can get past the façade.”

Harry found that hard to believe. He glanced down at his hands. There was something that he wanted to ask, but wasn’t sure how to go about it. He cleared his throat. Blaise looked at him.

“There is something I want to ask you. Hope you don’t take it the wrong way. But, how did you know that you liked…ummm…blokes?”

“I just kind of always knew, I guess. I still like girls too, though. So I guess you could call me bi. I just like to have some other fun. With blokes, there’s usually less drama, no tears, that sort of thing. Girls are a bit too clingy. I’m sure you can relate to that.” He snickered lightly.

Harry grimaced as he thought about Ginny. “Don’t even remind me. And she is my best friend’s sister! This has been so awkward. Ron’s been pretty good about it though. Ginny has been an absolute nightmare. But I don’t want to talk about her. Makes my head hurt.” He rubbed his temples.

“So Harry, are you…gay?”

“I don’t really know. I mean, I didn’t hate it when I kissed you at the party or on the train. I’m not sure how I feel.” He leaned back, looking up at the pale blue sky. “I just want to have a normal life, not with all this shit over my head. I’m not going to say that I am ecstatic that this happened now, but I’m not completely upset either. I’ve been pretty closed, only dealing with my Gryffindor friends. There hasn’t been much room for anything else. Ginny just kind of happened. I think I got with her because I was lonely. I needed somebody there. I feel bad now, because now it looks like I used her. But I do care about her. I’m just not in love with her.”

Blaise nodded at him. He was pleased that Harry was opening up to him. He was also surprised at how easy the Gryffindor talked to him. He was glad that he had made the steps to get to know him past the legend.

“Well, you must be some kind of special. Half the school is trying to get your attention. Including me…” he left the sentence unfinished.

Harry blushed slightly. “I don’t know what’s going on with people. I’m just Harry. No more, no less.”

Blaise gave him an incredulous look. “Wow, you sure are down on yourself! You are the greatest thing since pumpkin juice. At least that is what some first year said.” Both men burst out laughing.

“If half the school is going after me, where is the other half? I’m sure you are also man of the hour.”

“The other half follows Draco. You’re even in competition with that!”

“Whatever. Malfoy can have them. He really needs to pull the broomstick out of his ass. He’s such a berk! He goes out of his way to be asshole. I hate him so much.” Harry could feel is pressure boiling, just thinking about the blonde.

Zabini looked at Harry with a smirk. He leaned in conspiratorially and whispered. “I messed around with Draco. This was years ago though.” He waited to see Harry’s reaction. He wasn’t disappointed.

Harry had been in the middle of swallowing. His throat seized and he began choking. Tears sprang from his eyes as he gasped and hitched. Blaise whacked him on the back, concern in his eyes, just barely covering his amusement.

“Whaa…ttt?” He croaked.

“A couple of years ago, we made out once. We got a house elf to sneak us some Firewhiskey. We were drunk off our asses. I think we were thirteen or something. Anyway, it was a curiosity thing. We had no idea what we were doing, of course. We never really talked about it again. You cannot tell anybody that, ok?” Blaise looked serious.

“Oh gawd, Blaise, how can you tell me something like that and then expect me not to tell anyone! PLEASE! You are killing me over here.” Blaise frowned. “Fine, I won’t tell, ok. Damn! I could have had so much fun with that.” Harry couldn’t believe this little juicy piece of news. Malfoy had played footsie with Blaise? So he does think that I’m going to steal Blaise from him, he thought.

“Don’t forget that Malfoy saw you kiss me. He hasn’t said anything to you about it.” Blaise reminded him.

Harry sighed wearily. Blaise was right. It was remarkable that Draco hadn’t goaded him about that kiss. He only seemed pissed about the life saving part. Harry grinned stupidly. “You know, you just made my day Blaise. Thanks.”

“Well, I would have thought your day would have been made by just sitting here with me. But hey, I have to take what I can get right?” He pouted.

Harry chewed his lip. “Oh, I’m having a good time. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think I’m not.”

Blaise laughed. “I was just kidding, Harry! Breathe, ok?”

Harry smiled, his eyes twinkling in the setting sun.

The sight took Blaise’s breath away. He leaned in closer, staring directly into Harry’s eyes. Harry sat transfixed, watching Blaise’s mouth moving in towards his own. When his lips touched his, a fire started in the pit of his stomach. Zabini gently started brushing Harry’s mouth with his tongue, probing for access. Harry opened his mouth and Blaise eagerly entered, his tongue roaming inside. Harry moaned softly and Blaise pulled him closer.

“BLAISE!!!”

Both men jumped and jerked in the direction of the voice that had yelled. Justin stood there, staring at them, his eyes full of betrayal and hurt.

Blaise stood up quickly and walked towards the stricken Hufflepuff. “Justin, oh shit! I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean for this to happen like that.”

“Oh yeah right, Blaise! I come and confide to you and now I find you kissing him by the lake. That is so typical Slytherin. I should have known better.” He looked absolutely devastated.

Harry watched the interaction with rising confusion. He had no idea what was going on between Blaise and Justin. He was surprised that Blaise would even talk to a Hufflepuff, let alone a muggle born. Maybe Blaise was serious about trying to change.

A thought occurred to him then about the conversation. Justin must have talked to Blaise about him. Harry remembered seeing the Hufflepuff hanging around Gryffindor’s common room. He had overheard Justin practicing his words of love to tell him. Now he had walked upon Blaise kissing him by the lake. Harry couldn’t imagine what Justin must be feeling. He stood up.

“I had better get going. I’ll see you guys later.” Harry felt really uncomfortable.

Blaise looked disappointed, but Justin was very upset. Justin looked at Harry with pleading eyes, almost as if he were begging them to tell him that he had imagined the whole scene. Harry walked back to school. He could still hear Justin’s accusatory words at Blaise. “Why did you do this Blaise? You knew how much I liked him. Did you even tell him about me, like you promised?” Harry felt sickened. He didn’t know exactly what had happened, but he felt that Blaise hadn’t been completely honest with him or Justin. Maybe Blaise hadn’t changed all that much.

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Harry entered the Gryffindor common room. He had barely walked through the portrait before he was grabbed by Hermione. God, had she been hiding in the corner or something?? She whisked him upstairs into her room. 7th year students didn’t have the blocking charm on their rooms. Males and females could move about freely to visit each other.

“Hermione, what’s going on? Jeesh…can I have my arm back?” He stumbled as she spun him around once they had entered her private suite.

“Harry, what’s going on with you and Zabini?” She demanded.

He winced. “Nothing’s going on, why?” Innocent green eyes blinked at his friend.

Hermione pursed her lips. “Harry, it’s me. Something is going on with you. There have been some ‘rumors’ about Zabini going around. Now you’re hanging around with him. You went down to the lake with him tonight. Isn’t that right?”

News traveled fast at Hogwarts.

“Ok, so what? Yeah, I walked down to the lake with him. That doesn’t mean anything is going on.” He gave Hermione a casual look. “What kind of rumors are you talking about?”

“That he ummm…likes blokes. You know that I don’t believe rumors, mainly because of that Skeeter witch. But someone in Ravenclaw, whose cousin is in Hufflepuff, said that Justin Finch-Fletchley is gay and that he and Zabini have been…well…pretty close.”

“Is that your evidence? Because he is nice to Justin? Come on…that is so stupid. Justin doesn’t like Blaise or the other way around. You need to stop listening to crap, Hermione. I’m surprised at you.”

Hermione lowered her head slightly, and then shyly asked. “Are you gay, Harry?”

Harry didn’t answer right away. He knew he could trust Hermione. But he wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk about that right now. He walked over to her window and looked out. Without turning around, he said. “I really don’t have an answer to that. I’m kind of numb right now. I don’t know if I have any feelings at all, about anything. But enough about me, what’s up with you?” He grinned. “How are you and Ron?”

Hermione blushed. “Going well for now. Just taking things slow. I’m just trying to get through all of this homework. I think that pisses Ron off because I am so into school work. But I try to make time for him. I really care about him.”

“Well, obviously Ron knew that about you from day one. If it really bothered him that much, he never would have liked you or pursued you.” He moved to run his fingers through her hair. “And taming this bush, certainly helped!” She had taken to straightening her hair with various witch beauty aids.

“Oh, you can’t talk about wild hair, my friend.” She reached up to tousle the black locks. She grinned up at him. Harry laughed.

“Well, I have homework. Let me get to it.”

Hermione’s mouth opened wide. “You want to do homework? What’s gotten into you?”

“Shut up! I guess I’m growing up a bit. See you later.”

Harry went to his room and began working on his Transfiguration homework. He was drifting off to sleep at his desk, when a slight tapping woke him. He saw Hedwig at his window. He brought the bird into his room. She had a large parcel with her. Harry smiled happily. Hedwig had got back in record time. Harry wondered where Fadien had been for her to be back so soon. He found out his answer moments later.

HP,

Sorry to hear that you are still not feeling well. Of course, I am here to help. I have sent you a more potent healing pill and a potion, as you requested. It may have some interesting side effects, but don’t worry, it won’t hurt you. I would wager that you will be pleased by them. However, and this is so awkward, I have to ask if there is a way you can provide a donation for the cost of the potion. I normally wouldn’t ask, but I have been trying to get some new projects off the ground. I hope that these help.

Oh, and how could I forget! I am throwing a party here in Hogsmeade next weekend. You are invited and bring your friends. Only 7th years though, it is another “adult” gathering. I have sent a few flyers to pass around. Looking forward to seeing you.

Fadien

He opened the package. Several “flyers” swooshed out of it. They were brightly colored notes, with flapping wings. Harry’s eyes lit on the large bottle of potion. There was also a small box that contained multi-colored pills. These pills looked different than the ones he had been using. He picked one up. Harrrryyy, it seemed to whisper to him. He put it in his mouth. Bliss flooded his senses. He stumbled back to the bed, sinking into the softness. His eyes glazed over.

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Loud knocking and the bellowing of his name woke him. Harry sat up, rubbing his eyes. What was going on? He realized someone was knocking on his door. He waved his hand toward the door. It opened and Ron came in.

“Harry! What are you doing? You missed class this morning. Are you ok?” He looked worried.

“Oh, yeah Ron, I’m fine. I guess I overslept.” He was still wearing the clothes from the night before. “What time is it? Why didn’t Neville wake me?”

“It’s lunch. Neville didn’t think you were in there, it was so quiet. He said he called your name through the bathroom door, but you didn’t answer. You have enough time to get to Potions. Thank goodness, you didn’t miss that one. Snape would have had you for lunch.” He noticed the colored papers. “What are those?”

Harry smiled. “It’s a party. Next weekend in Hogsmeade. Take some. It’s only for 7th years though.” Harry got up and headed to the bathroom. “Hey, hand me that cloth over there, please.”

“Which one? There are a lot over here.”

“Ummm…never mind. I’ll get it.” Harry looked at the pile of clothes in the corner. The next instant, a blue came to his hand. Harry and Ron looked at each other in surprise.

“Harry, you didn’t tell me that you can do wandless magic. You shit! When did you learn that?”

“Just a minute ago, apparently. I was just thinking about it and it came.” He stared down at the cloth in shock. Wait a minute. He had done it with the door too. He had just waved his hand at it and it opened for Ron. Harry began to smile. This was great!

“Do something else, Harry.” Ron said excitedly. Harry levitated half the objects in his room.

“Oh, you have got to teach me! Oh bloody hell! We are gonna be late! Snape is going to have our heads!” Harry rushed to get ready and both boys bolted to the dungeons. They had just managed to get into the door before Snape turned around.

“50 points from Gryffindor for excessive breathing in my class”. He turned back to the board. Harry and Ron smirked to each other as they slid into their seats. Blaise was watching Harry anxiously from his seat. He tried to make eye contact with the Gryffindor, but Harry was absorbed in his work. Blaise’s heart sank. He tossed the newt eyes into his potion, splashing the liquid dangerously. His partner, Tracy Davis, eyed him evilly. Draco smirked from beside Pansy. It looked like there was trouble in paradise.

After class, they headed to the Great Hall for dinner. Harry passed around the flyers to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. Justin looked at Harry with such longing and desire that Harry’s face turned red. He managed to give the suffering boy a crooked smile. The gasp that came from Justin almost made him laugh. He walked back to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron was just launching into Harry’s new magic ability, when a shadow fell across the table. They all looked up to see Blaise.

“Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?” All eyes fell on Harry.

Hermione gave him a knowing look. Ron grimaced but kept quiet. Neville looked confused and Seamus slammed his cup down angrily. Dean hurriedly shoved a piece of shepard’s pie in his mouth, but he watched the proceedings with interest.

“What are you doing here, Zabini?” Seamus growled. “The Slytherin table is over there.”

“I know where it is, Finnegan. Keep your shirt on.” He turned back to Harry. “Harry?”

“Yeah, ok. I’ll be right back.” Harry stood up, not looking his fellow Gryffindors in the eye. Seamus huffed loudly and Ron made a snarling sound. Hermione shushed both of them.

He followed Blaise out of the Hall. The Gryffindors weren’t the only ones who had issue with the pair departing. Draco watched this unprecedented event with fury. Justin cursed Blaise Zabini and his generations forever. Ginny, who had just entered the hall as they walked past her, gaped at them, her face changing to the same color as her hair.

Blaise stopped right outside the entrance of the hall. He spun around to look at Harry.

“Harry, are you mad at me? You haven’t really said anything to me since yesterday.”

“What happened with Justin? What was all of that about?”

Blaise looked guilty. He bit his lip and looked down at his feet. “Ok, Harry. Here’s the deal. Justin’s gay, right? I ran into him over the summer at a muggle club. He didn’t think anyone would know him there. Neither did I, obviously. So we both got the surprise of our lives. Anyway, he’s not a bad bloke either. I never guessed I would be a friend to a muggle-born. But that’s what kind of got me out of my prejudices. Anyway, Justin confided to me about who he is desperately in love with.” He looked directly at Harry. “He wanted me to talk to you for him, kind of like, feeling you out. He is so shy. He never actually thought I would be interested in you, because of the House rivalry.”

“So instead of talking to me, you ended up kissing me? And then he walks up and catches you in the act. That’s fucked up, Blaise.” Harry crinkled his nose at him.

“Harry, I know. It was messy. And now Justin hates me. He thinks I ‘stole’ you from him and that now he will never have a chance. I do feel bad. So I just want to know are you mad.”

“I don’t know Blaise. I don’t think that was cool that you didn’t at least do tell me what Justin asked. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Blaise shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“Well?” Harry demanded. The Slytherin didn’t respond.

“Fine, if you’re not going to tell me, then there’s nothing else to talk about.” He turned to go back to the dining hall.

“Harry, wait!” Blaise hunched his shoulders a bit. He looked squarely into Harry’s face.

“Look, I didn’t tell you right away because I thought that maybe you would be interested in him, instead of me. I know how the whole Gryffindor/Slytherin thing is. I thought that you would’ve like Justin because he’s easier to deal with because he’s in Hufflepuff. When you started talking to me, I didn’t want to jeopardize that.” He looked away from Harry. “I really like you and I want a relationship with you.”

Harry didn’t know what to say. He had not expected this admittance from Blaise. Things were getting a lot more complicated quickly. He found that he did enjoy Blaise’s company and he was attracted to him. But did he like him? Harry didn’t know. Blaise had looked back at him, awaiting some sign from Harry.

“I don’t know, Blaise,” Harry said slowly, “I’m not mad at you, not like that. But I don’t like that you didn’t tell me the truth about Justin. That should have been my decision to make. I think you need to fix things with Justin. I’ll see you around.”

He thought of something else. “Are you going to the party this weekend? Maybe I’ll see you there.” He headed back to the dining hall. Blaise watched him go. At least he still had a chance.

HPDM

Friday night arrived and the Gryffindor group minus Ginny trooped to Hogsmeade. Ginny was thoroughly pissed off that she couldn’t go to the party. But what could any of them do for her? It wasn’t their party to begin with. Harry had felt bad for her. He remembered when he had been left behind when Hogsmeade weekends came in their 4th year. He wanted to comfort her, but decided against it. He didn’t want her getting the wrong idea.

The party was held in a small cottage on the outskirts of the town. Lights were twinkling when the group arrived. An unknown witch answered the door. After the obligatory waiver signing, she bid them a great evening. The outside of the cottage belied the depths. Inside there was a sprawling mansion, complete with indoor pool. This party seemed a bit more upscale, and many of the guests were older than the last party group. Bottles floated through the air, pouring out colorful beverages.

They entered a large dining area, where several trays of food and another bar were located. Fadien stood at the bar, holding a large pitcher. He beamed when he saw Harry and immediately rushed over. Fadien was all smiles. Harry had wired Gringotts for some extra money. Hedwig had delivered the goods earlier in the week.

“Haaarryyy!” he slurred. “So glad you could come. These are your friends? Let me get you all drinks. I have an even better one now, called Pleasure. Here try.” He poured drinks for them all. Harry was surprised to see Hermione take a drink.

“It’s a party Harry,” she said, giggling nervously. “I have to relax at some point in my life.”

Harry was already in a major buzz zone. His dose of medication had not worn off and he had practically floated to Hogsmeade. He had been looking forward to relieving some stress. Fadien ushered them to the dance room.

The party was in full swing on the dance floor. There were several sofas that lined the walls in the large room and many couples were in various stages of making out. Ron pulled Hermione out on the floor. They soon disappeared into the crowd. Before long, Seamus, Neville and Dean were all dancing. Harry leaned against a wall, watching the action. He had been asked to dance by several witches, but he politely declined. He just wanted to chill for the time being. He caught sight of Justin, who was dancing with an older wizard. Harry smiled to himself. Go Justin!

“Can’t find a dance partner, Potter”, a voice hissed in his ear. Harry turned to see glittering silver eyes. “Where are your legions of adoring fans?” Draco sounded pissed off…and drunk.

Harry grinned at the blonde. “Right here,” he said, grabbing Draco by the arm.

“Let’s dance.”

Before the blonde knew what was happening, Harry had pulled him to the middle of the dance floor. The music was loud and pulsating. Everyone was pretty much doing their own thing so no one even noticed them.

Draco was in shock. He stood there staring at the dark-haired man, who was gyrating in front of him. He looked around cautiously. People were oblivious to what was going on. He looked back at the raven haired god in front of him. Harry looked back at him with slutty green eyes. Draco’s mouth went dry. He swallowed the rest of his drink in one gulp. He began to let the beat guide his less inhibited self. Before he realized it, he was dancing with Harry Potter. And absolutely loving it.

A couple of hours and several drinks later, a slow song began to play. The couples around them became a tangle of limbs and legs, kissing. Both men had stopped to rest, having danced non-stop for the last two hours.

Harry’s hair had turned into dark spikes, due to perspiration. Draco’s in blonde ringlets, cascading loose from his ponytail. They stared at each other, taking in details that neither had noticed before. Draco saw that Harry had some freckles lightly dusted across his nose. He watched him, mesmerized. Harry had never noticed that Draco’s eyelashes were almost invisible, the same white blonde as his hair. His silver eyes had a slight grey tint to them, they glowed in the light.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. He saw himself move closer to Malfoy and bring his arms around his neck. Draco’s hands dropped to his waist, holding him firm. They both looked at each other. Silent communication passed between them. What is happening to us? We both have wanted this.

Harry leaned in towards Draco, his lips moist. Draco waited in anticipation, his breathing deep. He moved his head forward and his mouth connected with Harry’s. Their tongues gently brushed against one another and Harry began to gently suck Draco’s bottom lip. Draco pulled Harry in closer to him. Harry ran his hands across the back of Draco’s neck. Draco shuddered, chills going up and down his spine. He pressed his mouth harder on Harry’s and the two began to kiss passionately.

Suddenly, a drunken wizard stumbled through the crowd. He bumped hard into Draco’s back, causing the kiss to be broken. Draco looked irritably at the drunken wizard and shoved him back. The wizard chortled, still trying to hold onto his drink. He disappeared into the throng. Draco turned and looked back at Harry. His mind reeled. What the hell had they just been doing?? Harry stood rooted in his spot, looking equally shocked. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he just closed it.

Draco backed away from Harry as if he was getting ready to hex him.

“Malfoy?” Harry moved toward him hesitantly.

“SHIT!” Draco yelled.

He turned and stalked off the dance floor. Harry watched him go, his mind in turmoil. He knew he was drunk and high, but did he just imagine what had happened? Was he standing on a dance floor kissing Draco Malfoy, in front of everyone? He shook his head, as if that action would remove the images of himself and Malfoy from it. All it did was cause the room to spin.

He needed to go and sit down. He slowly walked to find a place to sit. He found an empty space on a couch and sat back, resting his head against the wall. He was jolted upright when he felt a pair of hands caressing his chest.

He found himself looking into Blaise’s eyes.

“Harry,” he whispered. He was slurring his words. “I sawww you got left on the daaanncee floor. What a shammee. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He tried to give Harry a serious expression, but then he started laughing. “I got something that I think you will like.” He lowered his eyes to Harry’s crotch. “And you are in the perfect position.”

Blaise kneeled down in front of him. It took Harry’s drug-induced mind a full thirty seconds to comprehend what Blaise was getting ready to do. He felt Blaise fiddle with his belt, then move to unbutton his pants. Harry snapped back to reality.

“Blaise, you can’t do that here. Not with all these people around.” He pushed him back and sat up. Blaise grinned.

“I can take care of that. Come on.” He wobbly stood up and pulled Harry with him. They left the dance room.

Draco was in the bathroom, trying to get his breathing under control. He had been kissing Harry Potter in public. On a dance floor full of Hogwarts students! What was he thinking? Had he completely lost his mind? What spell had Potter cast over him?? He ran his hands through his hair. Fuck! What if people saw them? He would never be able to live this down! He would not allow himself to believe that he enjoyed that. That he had not wanted to dance with Potter for hours and then kiss him like nothing else in the world mattered. It had to be a spell. He would hex Potter into next century when he got his hands on him. He knew that once he left this bathroom, everyone would be laughing at him.

Draco straightened his clothes and left the bathroom. There were several people in the hallway of the mansion, but no one was paying him any attention. He craned his head to look towards the dance floor. There was a silencing spell on the room, so he couldn’t hear any thing.

A familiar sight caught his eye. It was the back of Zabini’s head, going up the stairs to the far right. Draco squinted to get a better look. It looked like Zabini was going to get lucky tonight. He could tell his friend was pulling someone along with him. Draco smiled lightly. Maybe he would find a partner tonight as well. Then his smile vanished. Zabini was pulling along another very familiar sight. He would recognize that black hair anywhere.

An anger that Draco had never experienced flooded his system. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a snarl. Potter was just going to walk off with Blaise?? That little scarheaded slut! Not on his watch, not again!

He marched off to follow the pair. He stalked down the hallway towards the stairs. He looked to his right and caught sight of the mudblood and the Irish Gryffindor making out on a couch. He stopped and looked back at them again. Wait a minute, wasn’t Granger going out with the Weasel? Draco snorted. But he didn’t have time to worry about their entanglements. He had more pressing matters. He walked past Dean and Justin talking quietly by the stairs.

He headed up the stairs and came upon another long hallway. Several doors lined the corridor. He caught a glimpse of Harry going into a room at the furthest end. Draco clenched his fists. He was going to beat him into an unrecognizable bloody pulp.

He had traversed about halfway down the hall, when a door opened. He gaped to see Pansy coming out of room, her hair a mess, lipstick smeared. She looked furious. Draco almost fell over when the Weasel himself came into view.

“You had better not tell anyone about this Weasley!” She screeched. “I’ll kill you myself.”

“As if I want anyone to know about this! Oh my god! I can’t believe that I slept with you! Bloody hell!!! I feel so dirty and cheap!”

They both stopped when they saw Draco. Pansy’s eyes grew two sizes bigger than her face. Her mouth fell open. Ron looked horrified.

“Draa-aaco? What are you doing here?” Pansy trembled in fear. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Yeah”, Ron added weakly. The tension in the hallway was mounting by the second.

Draco just stared at the pair. Under normal circumstances he would have been so disgusted and pissed off that he would have long since hexed the pair into oblivion. But something about tonight had been so…so…off. He was so flabbergasted by his liaison that this hardly fazed him. Draco moved away from them without a word. He was single-mindedly focused on the room at the end of the hall.

“Draco? Draaacoo! Where are you going? Don’t you want to talk?” Pansy looked confused. Why wasn’t he yelling at her? She tried to stop him by pulling his shirt. Ron took that opportunity to flee the scene.

“Leave me alone, Pansy. I’m busy. I’ll talk to you later.” He pushed her hands away from him. He didn’t have time for this right now. He had to get to that room. Pansy was still trying to grab a hold of him.

“Draco, I’m sorry. Please, can we just talk? I don’t know what happened! Please, you have to believe that. I love you!” She looked like she was getting ready to cry.

“NOT NOW, PANSY! Shit, I told you I will talk later. Are you deaf?!” She fell back, eyes full of tears. Draco sighed. “Pansy, I’m not mad ok. Something weird is going on. I’ll see you later. Just go alright!”

He willed her to leave. She backed away slowly, then turned and ran down the hallway. Draco turned his attention back to his immediate concern.

He reached the end of the hallway. He leaned his ear against the door. He didn’t hear anything, which didn’t surprise him much. Most likely the rooms had silencing spells on them.

He pulled his wand and whispered, “Alohomora.” The doorknob turned and he entered the room, his stomach churning with nausea.

The room was huge, decorated with a big 4 poster bed, candles…the works. Everything required for a romantic evening. His eyes immediately shifted to the bed and he was relieved to see that no one was in it. Draco heard low voices and his head immediately shifted in that direction. He moved across the room, to another small sitting room. He listened from the other side of the wall.

"Come on Harry, don't be like that. Have a heart, please!" Blaise was saying.

"Stop being so dramatic, Blaise," Harry said sarcastically. "We are both drunk as hell. Do you even know what you’re suggesting?”

"Harry, please! I promise it will be worth your while." Blaise whined.

Draco felt lightheaded. He stared at the wall as if it had turned into some sort of monster. And then he heard Potter's voice again.

"Shit Blaise, I can hardly see straight, let alone anything else. You can pretty much do whatever you want." Harry sounded like he was talking to a whiny toddler.

"That’s all I needed to hear,” Blaise said eagerly. He pushed Harry down in a large high backed chair. Draco heard a thud and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Oh fuck this! He came from around the side of the wall to confront the two in the room.

Harry was sitting in a large high backed chair. Blaise was on his knees in front of him, getting ready to give Harry a blow job.

"Blaise! What the fuck are you doing!?” Draco roared.

Emerald green eyes burned his face. Harry didn't even act like he was surprised to see Draco. His steady gaze never left Draco’s face. Blaise seemed oblivious to Draco's presence. He never even looked up; he was too busy trying to get Harry’s pants down. Draco rushed over to Blaise and pushed him roughly. He looked up, coming slowly out of euphoria. He blinked stupidly at Draco.

"Draco? What the fuck are you doing, man? What are you doing here?” He struggled to his feet, swaying dangerously. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. He hands tightened into fists. “I’m getting tired of this shit! You’re following me now?”

Draco's face contorted with rage. "I’m not following you! I was…ummm…” The words died in his throat. What was he going to say? That he was actually following Harry because he kissed him on the dance floor and now he was a raving jealous lunatic ready to kill them both?

“What the fuck am I doing??” He asked incredulously. "What are you doing, Blaise? You’re about to suck him off!”

“Yeah, and you interrupted!” Blaise said.

“Don’t you see, Blaise. He’s put some kind of spell on you, or gave you a love potion!”

“For fuck’s sake, Draco!!”

Draco whipped around to glare at Harry. “What the fuck did you do to me, Potter? What spell did you put on us? Tell me now!”

As he looked at Harry, his eyes involuntarily had dropped to the front of his pants. Harry’s erection was clearly visible and with his pants unbuttoned it was showing the top of his manhood. It was magnificent. Draco swallowed thickly. He struggled to turn his head away from Harry. The sight of Harry’s cock had dissolved any coherent thoughts from his brain. He forced himself to focus on Blaise again, who was standing in front of him, pissed to high heaven.

"Get the fuck out Draco! Get out!" Blaise hissed. He lunged toward his blonde friend. Draco reached out and chopped his friend in the neck, sending him sprawling. He hit the floor with a loud crash and lay there groaning. Draco walked over to Blaise and leaned down over him.

“Shit! He’s unconscious! How many damn drinks did he have?” Draco said irritably. Blaise began snoring.

The raven haired boy decided at it was time to leave the scene. He looked at Draco and began pulling up his pants. The blonde walked over to Harry. “You aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what you have done!”

Harry smiled at the raging blonde. He moved closer to him and said, "Maybe I give him something that you don't." He gave Draco a wink. Draco felt himself melting under Harry's gaze.

"What the hell?” Draco hollered. “What’s wrong with you? What was that on the dance floor?”

Harry walked around to Draco’s back. He whispered seductively in Draco's ear. "I was just dancing. What do you call it?” For some reason, Harry felt compelled to tease his rival.

Draco squirmed. The low voice, the gentle whisper caressing his neck, sent chills all over his body. To his horror he realized he was becoming aroused. NO, NO ,NO! Yessss. Suddenly, he felt a firm hand grasp his manhood gently. His face turned crimson, as his erection grew rock hard. His heart hammered in his chest and he thought he was going to black out.

He pushed Harry away angrily. Harry moved around to face him. His teasing green eyes drew him back in. Draco felt a knot form in his chest, but he moved forward, wanting to taste his lips again. Their lips met and it gentle at first, then increased in pressure. Draco grabbed Harry’s head and began to passionately to kiss him. Harry didn’t resist, only sucked at his lips harder. A moan came from both of them.

Harry’s hand snaked inside Draco’s jeans. When did that happen?? Before his brain could formulate an answer, the stroking began again in earnest. The warm skin massaging him was more then he could stand. He gasped as pleasurable sensations coursed through his body. Harry was at his ear, whispering to him again.

"Do you like that Malfoy? Do you want me to stop?" Draco struggled to compose himself. Harry's hands were masters at this. His thumb had found the top of his shaft and was working the tip. Draco groaned loudly, and began thrusting against Harry's hand.

"Shit", he moaned.

"You didn't answer my question", Harry purred. Malfoy's throat was dry. Harry was so close to him. He could smell his scent, a delicious mixture of almonds and chocolate. Draco had to stifle the urge to take a bite out of him.

"I guess you want me to stop then," he drawled. He began to remove his hand from Draco's pants.

"No", Draco said quickly. His faced burned in embarrassment. "Don't stop", he whispered, defeated.

Harry's eyes glowed mischievously. His hand returned to the task at hand. Draco's knees buckled and he grasped Harry on the shoulder to steady himself. Draco's breathing increased and his moaning got louder. He could feel the release building up. His hips bucked and Harry's thumb expertly worked the head.

“Ohhh….shit…mmmm…fuuuuckkk...” Draco cried out as his seed shot forth. He shuddered, clutching Harry's neck tightly. His eyes were closed, as his body pumped furiously with the stimulant. His hips continued to writhe against Harry’s hand. Harry continued to lightly stroke his penis. Draco finally felt his heart slow down. He felt Harry's hand move and he wanted to protest. He would miss the warmth.

He didn't even notice that he was still clinging to the boy's neck. He hastily jerked his hands away and moved away from him. Harry watched this, showing no emotion. Draco cut his gaze to look at the floor, where his wand had landed. He picked it up and cast a cleaning spell. Silence filled the room. Neither one of them moved, both taking in the enormity of what had happened. Their eyes fixed on one another. Their eyes saying everything, and saying nothing…

A groan from Blaise broke the silence. It brought them out of their silent connection. Draco looked at his friend lying on the floor. He glanced at Harry, but avoiding looking directly in his eyes. He hurriedly left the room. Harry sighed and knelt down to check on Blaise.

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