Harry Comes Home

WARINING: This is a slash! If you don’t like, don’t read! Thanks!

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s the next chapter. So enjoy!

Oh btw, song lyrics will be in italics, and song names will be in quotations.

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Chapter 6: Party Time! Part 1 (July 30th, 2003)

The music was loud. The bass pounded through the walls and floor boards nearly threatening to topple all of Ron and Hermione’s trinkets and pictures. But that bother didn’t Harry. He was more concerned about his state of dress, or lack there of. He had no idea what to wear.

His party had already started half an hour ago, and he’d already missed several great songs, including the one playing now. It was “Dance, Dance” by Fallout Boy, one of his favorite song of all time, and he was stuck up here figuring out what to wear! The music was so loud that he could here the words clearly from up stairs, and as he sang along with the lyrics he rummaged nervously through his bags to find a suitable top. His butt-hugging, black jeans were a done deal. They were his favorite after all. But choosing a shirt was a bit harder.

“Hmm…red chenille or green cashmere? Choices, choi—OH! The Sounds?! Aw man! No way! Okay ini, mini, myni, moe…”

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The party was going on without a hitch. The lights were perfect, the decorations were perfect; everything was perfect. Even the guests didn’t fuss about the overly loud muggle music. And the silencing charms were in place so the cops wouldn’t be called. They could party until the early morning hours if they wanted. But something was still missing.

The birthday boy was nowhere to be seen.

Hermione huffed loudly at the thought of Harry not being here. She told him to dress nice, and being fashionably late to your own party is sexy, but that perfect window between fashionably late and just plain late was closing. And honestly, he didn’t have to go over board! Just look nice, not like a bloody prima Donna!

“He’s still not here?” asked Ron loudly. Hermione shook her head and looked annoyed. “I’ll go get him,” he said and headed up to Harry’s room.

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“Aw Man!! Juliet and the Licks?! How did Hermione know? I gotta choose a damn shirt already!”

Ron found Harry in front of the mirror mumbling something about choosing a shirt and couldn’t help laughing out loud at his friend’s expense. Harry whirled around, and as soon as he laid eyes on Ron a look of pleading graced his normally happy features. This was a total switch in roles. Usually it was he who needed the fashion help, not Harry.

“Ron, help me! I can’t decide which one to wear!” Harry said frantically.

“Whoa, mate, calm down. Blimey Harry you’re getting all work up over Malfoy, aren’t you?”

“Yes—wait, how did you—”

“’Mione told me. Its okay, Harry. If you want to be with him, then who am I to stop you?”

“I don’t…er…I mean…I…” He stuttered.

“Sure, mate.” Ron nodded in understanding then continued, “Now, about your shirt dilemma.”

“Right. Red chenille or green cashmere?” Harry held out the shirts in question and Ron examined them for a few seconds.

“The red one,” he answered finally.

“The red one? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Green may be his favorite color, but red looks better on you. It always has. And red is the color of love, mate. You’ll fire him up in this one. Trust me.”

“Right. The red one. Thank you Ron.”

“No worries mate. Just hurry up. Hermione’s having a tizzy.”

“I’ll be down in a few minutes. I promise.”

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Ron returned to the party to a scene that made him shake his head. All the girls got together and started a dance off to Fergie’s “London Bridges.” It was the ex-Slytherin girls (all purebloods, mind you) against the ex-Gryffindor girls. It seemed the Slytherins were holding up well.

Ron reached Hermione, who seemed to be in a better mood. “Whose idea was this?” he asked over the music. She smirked and pointed to none other then his dear wild child sister, Ginny. She was currently showing off her newly learned dance steps. Obviously choreography classes had been good for her. Ron smiled and watched the dance off. It seemed the Slytherins still couldn’t keep up to the Gryffindors. They all smiled and shook hands and danced together as the next song came on.

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Harry rushed down the stairs two at a time, straightening out the wrinkles in his shirt and pants. As he reached the doorway to the party he stopped and tried to calm his nerves. He couldn’t help the cold sweat that broke out all over his body as “Black Mamba” by The Academy Is… begun to play. He wasn’t sure if the sweat was because of seeing all his friends again, or seeing Draco again, or a combination of the two. He took a few deep breathes and wiped his hands on his pants.

Walking over to the doorway he peaked in to see what was going on and who was there. It turned out that Hermione invited pretty much everyone from seventh year. Either that or the people she invited helped themselves to invite more people. But it wasn’t like there was people here he didn’t know. They were all old classmates. He scanned the crowd for brilliant blonde hair, and found it all the way across the room. Draco was talking to Zabini in a corner, most likely were the music wasn’t so blaringly loud.

Once again Harry flattened the wrinkles from his attire, cleared his throat, and slowly sauntered into the room. Hermione caught his eye and breathed a sigh of relief. She elbowed Ron and once she got his attention in the right direction, he cocked an eyebrow at Harry’s “sexy” entrance.

“Told you,” Ron shouted in Hermione’s ear. She reached for Harry’s hand and cast a bubble of silence around them so they could talk without shouting.

“About damn time, Harry. I thought you’d flake out on your own party!” She smiled up at him while passing a bottle of fire whisky to him. He gladly took it, knowing he could use loosening up a little. He took a long draw from the bottle, enjoying the feel of the burn traveling down his throat.

Harry could feel the warmth of the alcohol in his gut, and smiled stupidly at the familiarity.

Across the room Draco Malfoy still spoke with Blaise, not noticing the entrance of his most erotic dreams. He scanned the crowd through his lashes, instantly falling on Harry as he drank deeply from a bottle of fire whisky. Draco could feel his mouth going dry at the sight. The sexy Gryffindor wore tight, black jeans that hugged his lovely arse perfectly, and a red, form fitting, chenille sweater with trendy half sleeves. He couldn’t help but stare. Harry was perfect. Draco doubted Harry knew that. Soon Harry looked across the room and their gazes connected. Anyone who cared to notice would almost see tangible sparks light up between the two former enemies. All too soon, Harry looked away shyly, taking another sip from his bottle.

All the while Blaise Zabini watched. He knew Draco well, and even though they hadn’t really kept in touch, he could still tell when the blond was smitten like a kitten. Draco guarded his heart, a trait that afflicts many Slytherins. But when faced with true love, the kind that one finds once in a life time, it wasn’t hard to tell that Draco had fallen hard for the Gryffindor. Blaise chuckled in amusement when his long time friend worried his bottom lip and begun to shift his weight from foot to foot. ‘Yup. He’s got it bad,’ he thought wickedly.

“You know, if you want to go over there then go,” he said over the loud music. Draco jumped at the sound of Blaise’s voice, completely forgetting his friend was standing there. He had the decency to look sheepishly at Blaise and apologize.

“I’m sorry I was ignoring you Blaise. It’s just that—”

Blaise held up a hand to stop him. “It’s alright. I think you should go over there. He looks good enough to eat, you know. If I were gay, I’d be all over that. But seeing as my lovely fiancé is…WHAT! Who’s that she’s dancing with?! I gotta go.” And with that Draco was all alone. He turned back see Ron and Hermione walking away from Harry, leaving him alone as well.

Draco supposed now was a good time to go to him. He brought his cup to his lips and downed the last of his drink, and made his way over to Harry. His heart beat frantically in his chest. ‘I can do this. Just gotta let it all happen naturally, just like Hermione said,’ he thought.

Harry nearly choked on his drink as Draco began to walk over. He just now noticed what the blonde was wearing: impossibly tight, white leather pants! They had to be painted on; there was absolutely NO way he could fit in those. Unless he…

‘Okay gotta stop right there! I just did not imagine Draco Malfoy rubbing his body in baby oil and shimmying into those pants! Eep! I did it again! Oh man it’s gonna be a long night if I keep this up!’

Draco arrived in front of Harry, and just stood there. He had no idea what to say. At least Harry seemed to be suffering from the same affliction.

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“Look at them. They can’t even look at each other without getting all shy! This is too rich!” Hermione squealed delightedly.

Ron nodded conspiratorially with his wife and added, “No kidding. Maybe we should do something.”

“Yeah. Like get Harry dancing,” Hermione smirked wickedly as she made her way back over to the two flustered young men with Ron in tow. She casually pulled out her wand and pointed it to the stereo system, changing the song to “…Martyrdom and Suicide…” by Panic! At the Disco (Tommie Sunshine Brooklyn Fire Remix).


Sit tight, I’m gonna need you to keep time
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we’re making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat


“Hello Draco. Having fun?” she asked innocently. (**cough**yeah right**cough**)

“Oh yeah. Loads,” he sneered at her over the rim of a new glass of Fire Whisky. Hermione chuckled at his sneer. She knew him better then that. He was enjoying himself, but he didn’t want to admit it. Well that would change. Once she goaded Harry to ask him to dance, both he and Harry would be having the time of their lives.


And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don’t you see, I’m the narrator, and this is just the prologue?


“Harry, don’t you like this song? I think you should…you know maybe go dance. Mingle a bit. It is your party after all.”

“What?” ‘Great, she’s still going on about that! Like Malfoy would dance with me.’

“Go on Harry. I’ve seen you shake some booty before. You know you want to,” Hermione smirked devilishly.


Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives


“Well, th-there’s no one to dance with,” stuttered Harry as he “scanned” the crowd for someone to dance with. Hermione glared at him for all but a second, then her mischievous smirk was back as she looked over to the still silent Draco.

“Nonsense, Harry. I’m sure Draco would like to dance with you,” stated Hermione. Both boys’ eyes widened in disbelief. ‘Christ! She’s serious! That clever, conniving…’ thought Harry irritably, then added, ‘Well if she wants me to ask him to dance then I will, but if he turns me down…’

“Well I suppose…would you like to dance with me Malfoy?” Harry asked casually, hating the butterflies that suddenly invaded his stomach. Malfoy’s eyes widened even more as a slight blush tinted his cheeks. He was thankful that the lighting was dim, hoping that Harry wouldn’t see it. There was no way in hell he was going to dance with Harry. He didn’t fancy making a fool of himself, especially since he’d never danced to this type of music before.


Applause, applause, no wait wait
Dear studio audience, I’ve an announcement to make:
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we’ll pick back up on that on another page


“I don’t think so, Potter. I don’t dance to this…stuff,” he drawled snobbishly, taking note of Ron’s snigger, Hermione’s indignant scowl, and, most of all, Harry’s prideful disappointment. Then in a blink of an eye, Harry’s face twisted impishly.


And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don’t you see, I’m the narrator and this is just the prologue


‘That snob! Oh I’ll show him! He won’t be able to keep his hands off of me when I get done with him,’ thought Harry wickedly as a plan formed in his mind.

“All right then. I’ll just dance by myself.”


Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives


Harry walked confidently out into the sea of dancing people, letting the beat guide his movements. He begun to swing his hips and he realized that dancing was quite like riding a bike, or a broom even. Once you learn, you never forget how.

Draco couldn’t believe his eyes! Harry could dance. He could actually dance. And by looks of it, he could out dance all the people in this room. The way his hips swiveled and the way he would glance over his shoulder and send a saucy smirk his way made Draco hot around the collar. Watching Harry dance was taking a toll on Draco and he could feel it in his extremely tight leather pants. The need to relieve the pressure was too overwhelming. Unable to stand and watch Draco again gulped down the rest of his drink (how many had he had now? He couldn’t remember) and made his way over to the dancing scamp.

As Harry turned around he found himself face to face with a blonde god. Draco wasted little time finding the beat as he wound his arms around Harry’s waist, pulling them closer. To hell with making a fool of himself. Everyone was plastered anyway, so it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Harry and relieving his problem, even if had to dry hump Potter into the wall with everyone watching.


Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives


It worked! Harry couldn’t believe his luck! Maybe Hermione knew something he hadn’t, but he wasn’t worrying about that right now. All he wanted to concentrate on was Draco and the way his arms pulled them closer together and the way his leg wedged it’s way in between Harry’s, bringing there erections together. Harry whimpered lightly at the feel of it, hissing slightly at the sensitivity in his groin. He realized it had been a long time since he’d last done this with someone. Months.

Harry moaned again as Draco viciously thrust against him again and again, and the ex-Gryffindor had to wrap his arms around the blonde’s neck to keep his balance. Draco smirked devilishly as Harry worried his bottom lip and nearly threw his head back in bliss. Harry opened his eyes and immediately locked onto Draco’s icy silver ones. He was tempted to lean in the last few inches and kiss those beautiful lips, but thought against it. He could wait.

As the beat increased and the music transitioned into instrumental break, Draco spoke.

“You dance well, Potter,” he whispered hotly against Harry’s flushed ear. He didn’t know where all this bravado came from, but he wasn’t going let it slip away. He wanted Harry, in every way, and he’d waited for over a year to get him. He was going to use every tactic he knew of, and seduction was his best strategy, especially since Harry had just used some on him not two minutes ago.

Harry shuttered at the feel of Draco’s hot breath on his neck, and answered him in an equally sexy, husky, voice, “So do you.”


Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up


Suddenly Harry found himself spun around, with his back to Draco’s chest. Draco’s hands found Harry’s waist again, but didn’t stay long as they roamed freely up and down Harry’s torso. Harry brought a hand up to hold onto Draco’s neck, while the other gripped tightly to Draco’s leather clad thigh. Their hips rolled to the beat, and Harry could hear the blonde’s ragged moans in his ear.


Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives


“Mmm…you feel so good, Harry,” Draco whispered passionately against Harry’s thrumming pulse point.

Harry smirked and answered, “Thanks.” But soon he was groaning wantonly as Draco’s hand rubbed dangerously close to the aching bulge in his pants.


Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes.


As soon as the song came to an end, the two young men were broken from their trance by cat calls and applauding from the party goers around them. They separated and blushed brightly at being caught. Hermione walked over fanning herself and Ron was holding his stomach while laughing like a mad man.

“That was amazingly…hot! Who knew?!” Hermione laughed hysterically. Harry tried to scowl at her but it didn’t seem to be very convincing due to the terrible red blush that wouldn’t go away. He glanced back over to his dance partner and saw that he too was blushing madly, but he also wore a charming smile. It was honest, and it made Harry’s heart flutter.

‘Great Merlin! I can’t be falling for him! I…but he…ACK!!!’ His mind over flowed with thoughts that circled over and over. How was he going to survive this night? Surely it would just get worse. Wouldn’t it?

“All right! Settle down you lot! So what if they danced? Give them a break. It’s Harry’s birthday, and his party, and he can do what he wants!” shouted Ron over the all the cat calls then continued under his breath, but only loud enough for Harry and Draco to hear, “Even if is to shag his old schoolboy arch nemesis.”

Harry knew then that it was going to be a long night.

TBC!!!!
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A/N: Hey I just wanted to apologize for taking forever to get this out. I haven't been feeling well.

I guess I should give credit where credit is due and list the songs and bands that just had tiny mentions:

The song for The Sounds was Queen of Apology (Patrick Stump Remix)
The song for Juliet and the Licks was Your Speaking my Language. Great band! You should check them out!
Black Mamba from The Academy Is… is from the Snakes on a Plane (don’t own) sound track.

Again, I don’t own any of these songs or artists or whatever!

Please Read and Review! It makes me happy! Happy! HAPPY!

Until next time…
HarrynDraco’s_Melissa