Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: How am I doing so far! Thanks to everyone for reading.


Snitches…None Golden

Harry rushed around the room, trying to find his Quidditch boots. He had called for a practice at nine that morning, but now he wished he hadn't. The Hogsmeade party last night had completely shook him up. Something had happened with Malfoy and he had no explanation for it. He hated Malfoy, so how could he have spent half the night dancing with him and then jerking him off? Had he become that duplicitous?

Harry admitted that he had enjoyed throwing a curve ball at the arrogant asshole. Malfoy's face after they had kissed on the dance floor was priceless. But what had prompted him to do it in the first place? And then this whole thing with Blaise was getting completely out of hand. He had to figure out what kind of feelings he had towards the Slytherin. Which Slytherin?

"Hey Harry!" It was Neville, coming through the shared bathroom door. He was smiling happily. He looked like he was ready to burst with a secret.

"What's up?"

"I got a date tonight! I met her at the party!" He grinned sheepishly. Harry turned bright eyes at his shy friend.

"Way to go! Who is it?" He was looking under the bed for the boots.

"Millicent…ummm…she's in Slytherin."

Craaaacckkkk!

Harry's head collided with his bed frame. He groaned, and rolled out from under the bed. He waited until the stars stopped rotating around his eyes.

"You ok," Neville stood over him, putting out his hand to help him up.

Harry winced and began to rub the back of his head.

"A Slytherin girl? Are you serious, Neville? Does she know you are in Gryffindor?" Harry was concerned. "Slytherin girls can be kind of…well, mean. She was the one who kind of beat up Hermione second year."

"Yea, she knows who I am. And her family doesn't associate with Death Eaters. I read all the information about who was who, after my parents…uhhhh…took ill." He finished uncomfortably. "Besides, I wouldn't think that you would have cared about her being Slytherin, seeing as you are kind of involved with two of them yourself."

Harry frowned. "What are you talking about Neville? I am not." He quickly moved to continue his search.

"Yeah, ok Harry. If you say so." Neville was trying to hold back his laughter. Harry's face turned red. "It's ok with me, Harry, if it makes you happy. You could have told me though. I wouldn't have told anyone." He got up from the bed. "Have a good practice, wish me luck for tonight." He left the room.

Harry stared after him. What was Neville going on about? Did he know something? Harry made a mental note to talk with him later. He found his boots in the back of his closet. Now that he was properly adorned, he made his way to the common room. He was halfway down the stairs when he heard the loud voices and profanities bouncing off the walls. He hurried to find out what the commotion was.

Hermione and Ron were in the midst of a heated argument. Ron looked apocalyptic and he was gesturing wildly. Hermione was close to tears and Ginny looked frustrated. Both Weasley's had on their Quidditch gear.

"I can't believe this! How do you expect me to react?? You just waltz up and tell me that you were snogging Seamus?? What the hell??" Ron pushed his red hair out of his face.

"I wanted to be honest with you. I didn't want you to hear it from someone else. I told you I didn't know what happened. It was so sudden. It had to be the drinks. Ron, I'm sorry!" She stood rooted to her spot, unsure of what to do next. Ron rolled his eyes.

"I'm outta here. I got practice." He stormed out of the room.

Ginny touched Hermione's arm. "What the hell was that all about? I couldn't understand a word you were saying! Why is Ron so upset and why are you crying?" Hermione didn't answer, tears streaming down her face she ran towards her room.

"Harry, what’s going on? I could tell they were upset but I couldn't understand anything."

"It must be the waiver spell that we signed at the party. We can't discuss what happens there in front of someone who wasn't. It must sound like a foreign language to you. Sorry."

He looked worried. Hermione and Seamus?? A lot of crazy stuff must have happened last night. He was still trying to get over Neville and Millicent. He didn't even want to think about his own liaison. Ginny was looking at him oddly.

"I can tell by your face that you had an interesting night as well. Don't let me find out who she is. Don't let it happen again." Harry almost laughed out loud. Wouldn't she be surprised!

"Let's go". They headed toward the exit and were almost mowed down by Dean, who had just entered.

"Hey guys, I'll be right there, late night." He grined at them and gave Harry a wink. Ginny scowled after him.

HPDM

Practice was a disaster. By the time Harry had reached the pitch, Ron had punched Seamus in the face. Seamus had responded by hitting Ron with a beater club. They were rolling around in the grass when Harry walked up. Team members Jimmy Peakes and Demelza Robins were attempting to break them up. Harry joined the fray, pulling Ron away from their scrappy Irish friend. He struggled against Harry, almost breaking his nose with his flailing arms.

"Let me go, Harry! I'll kill him!" Harry pulled Ron across the field. Ginny was helping the others with Seamus, who was putting up a hell of a fight.

"Ron! Stop! Let it go! What are you doing?" Harry shoved his friend roughly to the ground. "Stop acting like an ass!"

Ron sputtered angrily, his eyes registering shock at being pushed down. "He admitted it! Said it just happened, but he wasn't using her! He likes Hermione as more than a friend!" Ron was furious. He jumped up, ready to go again. Harry blocked his way.

"Get a grip! We have to practice! The party was crazy, ok! A lot of weird shit happened. Maybe he is still under the spell or something. Come on! Seamus is our friend. He wouldn't do anything to hurt you." Ron looked at Harry questioningly. "Come on; let's get this practice over with."

He pulled his friend behind him as they headed back to the others. Seamus still looked murderous, but he was no longer struggling. Dean had joined the group and he was looking concerned, no doubt having been filled in on the details.

Harry began the practice with a blow of his whistle. They were to play Slytherin the following week. Everyone took their places and Harry released the bludgers. He took up a position as an opponent chaser, along with Dean. Ginny and Seamus were to play their normal positions. Harry didn't always practice with the team as Seeker. He knew that position all too well.

Things began to deteriorate again as soon as play began. Seamus managed to get a score on Ron, who was clearly distracted. He glared at him, muttering under his breath. Seamus openly smirked, taunting Ron for missing. Harry sent warning glares at him, but Seamus showed no regret. Ron saved the next attempt and threw the Quaffle straight at Seamus, who was ducking a bludger. He was not so lucky with the Quaffle. It smacked him right in the head. He spun quickly on his broom, facing the laughing red head. He flew right into Ron's face.

"Oh you're comical! Hit me when I wasn't looking. That's why I was able to take your girl right out from under you." He sneered as Ron's mouth dropped open. Harry and Dean had rushed over to the pair, sensing danger. Jimmy and Demelza decided to stay out of it this time.

"Why you little shit!" Ron exclaimed hotly. "You stay away from her!" He reached out and grabbed Seamus by his robes. Seamus jerked back and Ron fell from his broom. Harry sped down to catch him before he hit the ground. Harry caught him inches from the hard earth.

The red-head was breathing hard.

"Thanks! I thought I was a goner." He managed to gasp out. "I'm going to kill him, Harry! You heard him!"

Harry sighed; he didn't want to be bothered with this crap right now. The rest of the players landed down beside them. Seamus was still spoiling for a fight.

“I don’t hear you talking now, Weasley!” He jibbed.

Ron twisted around. “You wanna say that up close to my fist, short boy?”

“Come on, then!” Seamus’ Irish brogue was coming out very thick now.

"SHUT UP, SEAMUS!" Harry yelled. He fixed his eyes on him. The next minute, Seamus was thrown back by some unseen force. He landed almost twenty feet away. Everyone gaped in shock.

"Oh god, Seamus! Are you ok?" Ginny ran to him, followed closely by Dean and Demelza. They helped him up. "What was that?" They all looked bewildered. Ron was looking at Harry, who was noticeably silent. Harry swallowed hard.

"Harry?" Ron whispered. "Do you do that?" Harry jerked around to look at his friend.

"Of course not! How can you ask me that?" He grabbed his broom. "Practice is over. I am really disappointed with all of you. How do you expect us to win against Slytherin?"

"How indeed?" A smooth voice drawled behind them. "With performances like that, we don't even need to show up. We can beat you from the locker room."

They all whipped around to see the entire Slytherin team. A collective groan came from the Gryffindors. Draco stood leaning against his broom. No one knew how long they had been standing there. He didn't look in Harry's direction.

"As if this practice couldn't get any worse," Ron retorted. "It's the ferret and company. How did you get out of your cage? Get lost."

Draco laughed. "I didn't know weasels could talk. Those Gryffindorks must have worked hard on that trick. It must have taken all of their little brains to do that." The other Slytherins chuckled. Ron set his jaw and advanced on him. Ginny grabbed her brother.

"God Ron, enough! Let's go!" She practically ripped the sleeve off his robes, dragging him away from Malfoy. Draco watched the red heads leave. He turned and caught the jade eyes. He stiffly walked towards the field that the Gryffindors were vacating.

Harry had watched Malfoy silently. He was surprised the Slytherin hadn't directed any insults at him. That had to be a record. He had also caught his look before he went to the field. There was something there, but he couldn't quite place it. He shrugged. For once let him get away unscathed.

His mind was still in turmoil over what happened to Seamus. He knew that he had done it, but how had he done it? He hadn't wanted to hurt him, just for him to be quiet. He headed towards the stadium exit. He bumped into Blaise, who was obviously running late to practice himself.

"Hey Harry, what's up?" He asked jovially. It was hard not to get caught up in his enthusiasm.

"Nothing much, Blaise. Your team is ready to practice." He cast a glance back to the field.

"Listen Harry, about last night. I'm sorry about that. I guess I fell asleep". He looked embarrassed. "I hope you're not mad. I will make it up to you, I promise." He gave him a pleading look.

Harry tried to cover his surprise. Blaise obviously didn't remember the confrontation with Malfoy. Harry started to feel a bit guilty. He knew that Malfoy would never tell Blaise what had happened. After Malfoy left the room, Harry had dragged the teen downstairs and put him on a couch. He figured his Slytherin friends would get him home.

Blaise was speaking again. "Will you meet me tonight? In Hogsmeade? I want to spend some time with you. Is that ok? I really like you, Harry. I think we kind of got off on the wrong foot. Will you meet me…say around nine?" He reached out to brush back a piece of Harry's hair. Harry looked down at the ground, then back at Blaise.

"Yeah, ok. See you later.” He headed towards the castle.

Four sets of eyes had watched the two talking. The owners of the eyes were consumed with jealousy. Only one set had heard the conversation and a plan had been set in motion.

HPDM

Harry entered the Three Broomsticks at 9:15. The place was crowded, full of raucous witches and wizards getting their drink on. He glanced around the pub, but he didn't see Blaise anywhere. Oh well, he would get himself a quick drink and maybe try to settle his nerves. He motioned to a waitress. She gave him an approving look and a quiet, "call me anytime". He sat at an empty table in the corner, mulling over his current problems.

"Hey Harry."

He opened his eyes to see Hermione and Luna. "Can we join you?"

Harry nodded towards the empty seats. Luna looked at him and said. "It’ll be ok, Harry. Just follow your heart. You know who it is that you want. He's an asshole, but you could tame him. All that blonde hair is sexy, I have to admit."

Harry spit out his drink.

"Luna! What are you going on about?" Harry was so flustered; he didn't know what to do. Had she just read his mind or something?

Luna smiled at him. She reached over and patted his hand. "The hunchbacked dinglehoppers told me everything. I say go for it. It's better than having him as an enemy. We'll be at war soon enough. Ginny, Blaise and Justin will take it hard, but eventually they will learn to deal with it." She sank back into silence as if she had talked about the weather.

Harry trembled in fear of the girl who sat in front of him. She had to be a Legilmens, and a damned good one…to know all of that. He made a mental note to keep his mind closed at all times around her and to go back to taking lessons with Snape. Damn! She probably just read his mind now! He looked at her suspiciously.

Hermione was looking at Luna also. "How did you know Harry was….uhhh.." She closed her mouth, eyeing Harry.

"I'm not dammit! Just stay out of my business!" He angrily downed his drink and motioned for another. Hermione and Luna exchanged knowing glances. He frowned at Hermione when the witch brought back his drink. She winced slightly.

“Harry, we’re your friends. It doesn’t matter to us.”

Harry groaned. He didn’t want to talk about it.

At the time that Harry was squirming with discomfort under Hermione’s assurances, Draco had entered the pub. He spotted his nemesis the moment he stepped through the door. He knew Potter was going to be in Hogsmeade. He wanted to talk to him alone about last night. He didn’t risk antagonizing Scarhead at the practice field, in case he took it upon himself to blab. Only Zabini could put him at the scene of the crime, but his friend had not said a word about it. Perhaps he didn’t remember, but Draco wasn’t going to rock the boat. He wasn’t so sure about Potter. He wanted to make certain that he didn’t talk.

He saw that Boy Wonder was not alone at his table. The mudblood and the loon were with him. He wasn’t too concerned about the weird Ravenclaw. She wouldn’t be able to understand the conversation anyway. But Granger was a completely different story. She was as clever as they come and nosy as all get out. He would need her to be gone. He headed towards them, trying to devise a plan to get rid of the girls. His solution showed up right under his nose.

“Draco! Are you ready to talk now? I have left you several messages. You can’t keep avoiding me.” Pansy had perfect fucking timing. Draco looked at her.

“Pansy, do you really want to do this now? We are in the middle of a pub.” He slowly started moving away from her. He knew she would follow him, and she didn’t disappoint.

“I don’t care! Who gives a crap! I just want to work this out with you.”

“Yeah right, Pansy! You should have thought of that before you slept with the Weasel last night and then letting me catch you leaving the room”, he said loudly.

A shaggy brown head snapped around and revealed blazing brown eyes.

“Oooops”. Draco half heartedly pretended to cover up his wicked smirk.

Hermione stood up and walked towards Draco.

“What did you say, Malfoy?”

“Nothing Granger.”

Hermione looked at Pansy. Her wide eyes gave away everything.

“Yo-uu slept with Ron?” She stammered. Pansy swallowed hard. “I can’t fucking believe this!”

Harry couldn’t fucking believe it either. He gaped at Pansy and Draco. Pansy looked terrified, but Draco looked…bored. Harry turned his attention to the blonde.

Luna stood up beside Hermione. “What’s going on? I can’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“Oh you’ll understand very shortly.” She pulled her wand and stuck it in Pansy’s face. “Let’s go.” Pansy looked at Draco for some help.

Draco held up his hands. “I’m not getting involved with the girl talk.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Fine, Granger, you don’t have to be such a bitch.” They left the pub, Luna followed, with a confused look.

Draco dropped down into the seat in front of Harry. He signaled for a drink. Harry watched him impassively.

“So Scarhead, what the hell was up with last night? You had better not tell anybody.”

“Do you think I want anyone to know about that? We were both drunk, Malfoy. We can just act like it didn’t even happen. So you can leave now.” He took another gulp of his drink. Draco didn’t move.

“Fine, then I’ll leave.” He got up. Draco grabbed his hand.

“You don’t leave until I’m done talking.” Harry pulled his hand away from Draco’s grasp.

“What do you want, Malfoy? I said I won’t tell anyone. What else do you want me to say?” He said irritably.

“I want to know why. Why did you kiss me? Why the other stuff? I’m not into blokes!”

“I’m not into blokes either, Malfoy! But I don’t recall you resisting very much.”

“Not into blokes? So what’s up with you and Blaise? You looked like you were definitely into something when I walked into that room.” He smirked at Harry’s discomfort.

“Never mind what you thought you walked into, why were you there in the first place? You left me standing on the dance floor! How did you know where I was?” He smirked back.

“I was looking for Pansy and found her, that’s when I saw you go into that room.” The lie came easily.

“That still doesn’t explain why you came down to the room. And how was what I was doing more interesting then finding your girlfriend with Ron.” Harry knew he had won.

Draco snarled. He knew he didn’t have a come back for that. Shit!

“That’s not the damn point, Potter! You didn’t answer the question. Why did you do it?”

“I was drunk! I didn’t know what I was doing. Can we not talk about it anymore, please? I’m trying to forget it.” He didn’t see the hurt that briefly crossed Draco’s face. He recovered quickly, before Harry looked at him again.

“Well, just make sure it doesn’t happen again. I was out of my mind last night and I don’t remember what happened anyway. You stay away from me.”

Harry looked at the blonde strangely. Shrugging, he moved to leave. Draco stood up and faced him.

“Potter, ummmm…have another drink.” He gestured to the chair. Harry looked at him curiously. Malfoy was asking him to stay?

“I thought you just said to leave you alone.”

“I didn’t mean right this second. I...well I don’t really want to go home just yet.” He looked away from Harry, embarrassed.

Harry didn’t really feel like going back to the tower either. He knew that Hermione was holding court with Ron in the defendant’s chair. He was in no mood to deal with them. Besides, he was supposed to be meeting Blaise. Maybe he would turn up later. He sat back down across from his rival.

“Another round, please.”

Draco smiled.

HPDM

Draco and Harry stumbled up the pathway back to Hogwarts, linked arm in arm. Neville and Millicent had seen the two staggering through Hogsmeade and had stared in wonder. Neville looked sadly at his new love. “This is going to be a major storm. We are all going to get caught up in this mess.” She nodded in agreement.

“I still say you cheated!” Harry said to Draco.

Draco laughed. “Of course I cheated. Do you think I was going to let that wizard beat us at that card game? Just be glad that we didn’t have to take more shots. I’m surprised we made it back here in one piece.” He was holding Harry up as they stood at the entrance. Harry smiled sheepishly at Draco.

“I guess I shouldn’t have had that last Dark Ghoul.” He shuddered, trying to keep his balance.

“Potter, are you going to make it back to your room?”

Harry blinked. Which way was his room?

“Yeah, I’m good. I just have to get my bearings.” They were standing outside of the Great Hall. Harry gloomily looked at the long winding staircase. He sighed heavily. It was a long way to the tower. Draco stood watching, his mind mulling over a decision. He laughed as he watched Potter start to climb the stairs, holding the wall for dear life.

“Come on, Potter! You are so pathetic.” Draco followed Harry up the stairs. “I’ll take you as far as your entrance, but you’re on your own after that. I wouldn’t be caught dead in Gryffindork.”

The pair struggled to the tower together. Draco was gasping for air by the time they stood in front of the fat lady. No wonder Harry was in such great shape! They had to make this trek every day? He found himself leaning against the Gryffindor for support. He also realized he had to use the bathroom very badly. He shifted his weight to accommodate his protesting bladder. Harry grinned at Draco.

“Do you need the bathroom, Malfoy? I guess you can come in to use mine, since you did help me up here.”

“I’m fine, Potter,” he said nastily, but he was worried. He would never make it back to his room, and he couldn’t think of any bathrooms that he knew on this side of the castle.

The fat lady was eyeing them warily. She looked hard at Draco. “Another Slytherin?! What has happened to our proud House? Are we to be Slytherin now??” She looked affronted.

Harry looked confused at that statement, but Draco nudged him impatiently.

“The password, Potter?” His bladder kicked him hard.

“Whomping Willow” The portrait opened and Harry moved inside. He looked back at Draco. “Coming?” His eyes twinkled in amusement. The other boy scowled and stomped in behind Harry.

“Hurry up before someone sees me.”

The common room was empty and they hurried past and up the flight of steps to Harry’s room at the top of the tower. Draco dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Harry snickered to himself. He would have never imagined that Malfoy would be in his room. He walked to his bed and sat down. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the corner. Draco came out of the bathroom. The blonde’s eyes were drawn to the golden chest, showing the stag tattoo and the lily. Despite himself, Draco moved closer to inspect it. He was not familiar with the muggle practice of tattooing. He didn’t know of anyone who actually had one.

“What does it symbolize?” He asked curiously. He reached out to touch it. Harry froze, feeling the boy’s fingers on his flesh. He felt a surge through his body.

“My parents. My father was an animagus. My mother’s name is Lily. My patronus is my father’s animal form. So I did this to honor them.”

Draco grew quiet. He had never expected to hear Harry talk about his family. Everyone knew the legend, but it was just something that was known. He hadn’t actually connected Harry to the event or how it may have affected him.

“I’m sorry, Harry.”

He meant that sincerely. Where did that come from? He had no idea what it would be like to lose a parent. It sucked that his father was in Azkaban, but at least he was alive and had been there for him. Harry didn’t have anybody.

“So who did you live with? Who took care of you?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “My muggle family. My mom’s sister. They hated wizards and I lived under the stairs in a cupboard until I was ten. After that, I had bars on my windows and occasionally got fed. Then, I found out I had a godfather, who had supposedly betrayed my parents and got them killed. I found out that he was framed, and that he was my father’s best friend. He was the only family I had to connect with them. He asked me to live with him. But then he was killed by your mother’s sister.” He gave him a pointed look.

Draco swallowed hard. He had no idea of how Harry had lived. And then when he realized his own family’s role in it, he strangely felt guilty about it. This whole Death Eater thing was something he didn’t really want to think about. He knew many of the things they had done, but he was certain there was plenty he didn’t know. He never wanted to know them either.

“That’s screwed up, Potter. Aunt Bella is kind of…off.” He really didn’t even want to bring her up.

“Off?? Are you kidding me?” Harry could feel his fury mounting. He longed to just get a moment alone with Bellatrix Lestrange.

“She has her cause. I have mine. I’ll see her again.” It was said with no trace of emotion.

Draco wisely kept his mouth shut. He had a feeling he didn’t want to go there with Potter about that. He was startled when Harry stood up and began removing his pants. He wore black briefs. Draco could feel his mind recycling the image of Harry’s erection. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his mind focused on other things. Why was he still standing there anyway?

He didn’t move.

Harry walked into the bathroom. Draco took a moment to look at his surroundings. The room was mostly in shades of green and blue. He had expected everything to be burgundy and gold. There was a glass case that exhibited several small artifacts. He recognized a small moving dragon, which was eerily similar to the one Harry at battled at the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The dragon blew smoke at Draco.

“I call him Cedric.” Harry stood in the bathroom door, the light softly bathing him, creating a misty shadow. He nodded towards the dragon. Draco could have cared less about the dragon. He could not keep his eyes off the image before him. He twiddled his fingers nervously.

Harry walked back to the bed. He was wondering why Draco was still there. He had told him to leave him alone. Harry was painfully aware of the blonde’s presence. When he had touched him a moment ago…

Harry reclined on the bed. He didn’t know what to say to Malfoy. Should he ask him to sit down and ask him when he was leaving? He wasn’t sure he was ready for either situation. The tension in the room was palpable. Draco finally broke the spell.

“I guess I had better go.” He reluctantly headed for the door.

Harry moved to sit up. “I’ll walk you out.” Sitting up so quickly caused him to get dizzy. He headed to the door and pulled it open. Draco stuck out his hand and slammed it shut. The echo bounced down the hallway. Harry turned questioning eyes at Draco.

Draco knew he would never have a chance like this again. Although he seemed coherent, Harry was obscenely drunk. He most likely would not remember much of the night. Draco hated that idea in theory, but not in practice. He reached out and caressed the man’s chest, running his fingers over the tattoo. Harry set confused green eyes on the pale face.

“What are you…doin..?” He was cut off by lips pressing against his own. Draco cupped Harry’s face in his heads as he continued to kiss him. Harry’s hands went around the Slytherin and responded in kind. Draco pushed Harry toward the bed, his tongue still dancing across his lips. Harry moaned softly. They covered the distance and Draco pushed Harry back on the bed towards the pillows. He kicked off his shoes, pulled his wand and cast a silencing spell. He tossed the wand on the bed next to them.

Draco was looking at him, his black hair lying tousled on the pillow. His dilated green eyes, deep and soft, glowed with a hidden fire. He kissed each one of them and then the infamous scar. He lay down beside him, wanting to take in the full sight of him. This man, his enemy, was waiting for his touch, waiting for him to awaken those feeling that he knew were there. Harry waited, beyond thinking, only anticipating something he didn’t know. He felt an inexpressible yearning.

When his eyes had had their fill, he sat up and climbed on top of him. He leaned in and kissed him once more. Harry’s mouth was parted and he drew Draco’s seeking tongue in and they playfully experimented. Draco’s mouth found Harry’s throat and he drew sucked gently at the skin. Harry pushed himself up to him, wrapping his arms around him.

Draco found Harry’s ear, and his warm breath sent shivers of delight through him. He suckled the earlobe and Harry shivered, eyes fluttering. The Gryffindor pulled off his shirt and ran his fingers down Draco’s spine, sending chills through the blonde. He slowly began to massage his back, his body moving with the prodding motion.

The blonde’s hands caressed the iron hard stomach, lightly tracing the grooves. He suckled the colored tattoo, inhaling the scent of the skin around it. Harry arched up, his breathing heavy. His hands moved down the taut body, running across to the upper thigh. He leaned down and kissed the stomach, licking it.

He shifted position to move towards Harry’s manhood. His arousal sent explosions through Draco’s body. He could feel his own struggling to break free of his pants. He quickly eased them off, including his blue briefs. Draco closed his eyes, willing himself to continue with his fantasy. He had never done this before, but he wanted more than anything. He was throbbing eagerly, impatiently. He brought his mouth down to the tip of the head, lightly breathing. Harry’s hips gyrated slowly, a pant coming from him. Draco pulled Harry into his mouth, firmly sucking the head.

Harry let out a groan as the unbelievable sensation flowed through him. Draco’s lips and tongue swirled and pulled at his shaft. Harry began panting, his body out of his control. He writhed with an ecstasy unknown before. He dug his nails into the soft bedding, trying to keep some semblance of sanity.

Draco inhaled deeply, sucking him back far into his mouth. Harry arched his back and cried out and Draco felt a slight wetness. His own body was leaking in excitement. Patience. Harry reached for his head, as he thrust into Draco’s mouth. His hands clenched and unclenched convulsively in unconscious beckoning motions that matched his spasmodic breaths.

Draco knew Harry was close. He could feel the tightening of his body and his impossibly super sized wand was skin tight. He continued sucking, guiding Harry there. His hand reached out to find his wand, not breaking the momentum of his sucking. Harry’s grunts became throatier and his body began to jerk in a different rhythm. Draco sucked hard, pulling Harry’s orgasm out of him.

“Oh God, Draaacoooo….” Harry’s whole body went rigid and he squeezed his eyes shut. White stars circled the blackness. He fucked Draco’s mouth. His body jerked out of his control. It felt like his skin was going to crawl off of him. His release gushed forth and his penis pulsated with the effort.

He felt a warm silky substance at his entrance. Draco had lubricated him with a spell. He writhed with the orgasm and the arrival of this new feeling. He felt a finger push at his puckered skin and he writhed into it, not really able to comprehend what was happening. The combination of the alcohol, pain meds and the waves of pleasure dulled the pain quite a bit.

He heard Draco inhale suddenly. He could barely manage to open his eyes. Draco was slowly entering him. Harry’s back arched to receive him and he pulled Draco into him, his body only concentrating on the euphoria of the orgasm that was still happening.

Draco was trying to enter him carefully. Harry’s eyes only held trust and desire. He pressed further, testing the barrier, but Harry rolled his hips to keep himself relaxed. Draco felt himself drawn in, to the warm depths opening and enfolding him. Harry embraced him fully, wrapping his legs around the blonde. He drew back and plunged into him. Harry cried out again, this new feeling sending shivers all over his body, as Draco penetrated the sensitive nerve center. He wrapped his legs tighter and slightly shifted his position.

Draco began thrusting into the warm throbbing passage, Harry’s body rising to meet him at each thrust. Draco’s moans and Harry’s grunts mixed together in a seductive harmony. Draco drove in again and again, with unrestrained abandon, Harry meeting him at every stroke. The tension was reaching its peak.

Harry could feel Draco’s body tightening. He wanted to pleasure him, to meet his every need. Harry tightened his muscles, squeezing Draco’s shaft. He cried out in pleasure, his breaths now coming in sobs. He surged into Harry, every nerve and muscle taut. He was reveling in the sheer sensual pleasure of burying his full proud manhood into his eager warmth. Harry tightened again, and Draco’s release came.

“Yesssssssssss…Harrrryyyyy!” He writhed on top of his dark haired lover, grasping his legs tightly, filling him. He bit his lip to keep from screaming louder. Harry strained against him, pleasure still coursing through him. Draco slowly came to a stop. He moved shakily away from Harry and lay down on the bed. His spasms kept him lightly jerking and moaning.

After several minutes, he managed to sit up and look at the man he had just been with. Harry lay there on his back, his arm covering his face. Draco grabbed his wand and cast a cleaning spell. He jumped off the bed and hurriedly put his clothes on. He walked to the door.

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye?”

Draco stood with his back to him. He heard him get up and he threw on some shorts and t-shirt.

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I wasn’t asleep. I’ll walk you out, in case someone is downstairs. I’ll cast a Disillusionment charm”. They walked out in silence, both of them consumed with their own thoughts. When they reached the portrait, Harry said,

“Thanks for getting me back here safely.”

“You can be so sappy, Potter.” Harry looked up, offended at the words.

“Fine.” He pulled the portrait shut with a hard jerk. Asshole!

Harry walked back into the common room, his mind and emotions in turmoil. He noticed Ginny sleeping on one of the couches. He touched her lightly. She stirred and jumped up.

”Harry, it’s about time you got back”, she yawned at him. “Dean wanted to talk to you about something. He said it was really important. Just go up to his room.”

“What are you doing down here, Ginny? You should go to bed.”

“I will Harry, now that you are here.” She moved closer to him. Harry backed away, afraid that she would smell Malfoy on him. “I miss you so much, Harry. Don’t you miss me at all?”

That was the last thing on his mind. His body was still feeling Draco’s touch. “Oh God, Ginny, please not now. I’m drunk and I’m tired and I got stood up by a drinking buddy.”

Ginny scowled at him, but then attempted to put on a pleasant expression. “Ok, Harry. I’m sorry. Don’t forget Dean. He sounded really frantic.” He nodded. She stared at his back when he left the room, her frown returning.

Harry jogged up the steps to Dean’s room. He knocked quickly and pushed the door open.

“Hey Dean, I’m here.” The room was dark. Maybe he had fallen asleep. Well they could talk in the morning. All he wanted was to go to sleep, stop his mind from conjuring those ghostly touches, the sounds of ecstasy in his room, only moments ago. He turned to leave.

“Harry?” A sleepy voice said. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Sorry, go back to sleep Dean.”

“What the fuck! Haarry!!” Another voice called out. It was strangely familiar.

A light switched on and Harry saw Dean sitting up in bed, blinking in the strong light. He wasn’t alone. Harry’s mouth gaped open. He was staring in Blaise’s eyes.

“Harry, what are you doing over there?” Blaise asked. He looked around him, then at Dean. “Why are you in Harry’s bed? What’s going on?”

Dean looked annoyed. “This isn’t Harry’s bed! You are in my bed, where you have been for the last few hours.” He stood up, revealing red boxer shorts. Blaise looked confused.

“Your bed? I am in Harry’s bed. I just spent the last few hours with Harry.” Dean looked really pissed off.

“Stop playing games with me, Zabini. You came to my bed, not Harry’s. If this is one of your Slytherin games, it’s not funny! You told me you loved me and had always wanted to be with me. Was that a lie?”

Harry stood rigid in shock. Blaise Zabini was in Dean’s bed! They must have had sex, but since when was Dean gay?? He had been given no clue. But then again, how many clues had he given, until very recently.

“What’s going on?” It was Seamus.

“Oh god,” Dean cried out. “Get out Harry!” He ran to the door to push him out. “Please don’t let Seamus in”, he whispered to Harry in a pleading voice.

“I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” Blaise hollered.

Seamus jumped. “Who is that in Dean’s room?” He came up behind Harry. Harry turned and tried to keep Seamus from entering. He pushed past Harry, craning his neck to look around him.

“WHY IS THAT SLYTHERIN IN DEAN’S BED?” He glared at Harry, who was not moving out of the way or giving him any response. Dean looked like he was ready to cry.

“I am in Harry’s room and his bed. Why are you all here?” Blaise looked like he was ready to cry also. Harry knew he had to put an end to this right now.

Seamus cried, “You’re a liar! Why are you in Gryffindor? Why are you telling lies? Dean and Harry wouldn’t have you in either of their rooms.”

“Please Seamus, just go back to bed. I will handle this”, Dean whispered. He looked mortified. Harry’s heart went out to him.

“Seamus, let Dean handle this, ok? Go back to bed.” Harry didn’t bother to say please.

“No, Harry. I won’t go back to bed. There is a Slytherin here in our house saying that he was in your room and in your bed. Aren’t you a little pissed off about that?”

Harry licked his lips. This was a major disaster. There was no way he could adequately answer that question. He was as dumbfounded as the rest of them. Harry was in the midst of an emotional meltdown. He had just found out that one of his boyhood friends was gay by catching him in bed with a rival that he himself had been kissing the other day, right after he had sex with his blood enemy who was said rival’s best friend. It was too much. He didn’t want to get involved with this. He looked at Blaise. The man looked back with pleading eyes. He seemed totally lost. As a matter of fact, he looked…confunded. His eyes seemed to have a slight trace of the fogginess that goes with that charm. Harry was startled.

Someone had confunded Blaise into thinking that Dean was him? And then got them into bed together?

Who would do that?