Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: I absolutely hate this chapter. I don't know how to make it right & I'm frustrated. I'm ready to delete the whole damn thing!

The Doctor is IN

Draco stood naked in his bathroom; the steam from the running hot water filled the room with an eerie stifling mist. He had wanted nothing more than to come here and cleanse his body of the phantom touch, to rid himself of that Gryffindor’s presence. He found that he couldn’t do it.

The boy’s scent was on him, in him, so perverse a connection. He brought his hands slowly to his face. His fingers were still feeling the softness of his skin, the tautness of his muscles, and the texture of his hair. He could smell him on his fingers; could actually still taste him on his lips. He ran his fingers across his nose, inhaling the fragrance, his lips and body reacting to the familiar stimulus. Draco began to suck his own hand, keeping the smell alive, keeping it close. What was happening to him?

He violently shook his head. NO! He rushed forward to the hot water, allowing it to run over him. It was not hot enough. He turned it up, the prickling pain of the scalding water, turning his pale skin a vibrant red. He would stand it. He would rid himself of last night. It was done and over, a harmless night of sex. Countless people woke up in the morning with that age old question of “how could I have been so stupid?”

He had reacted out of instinct to seduce the Gryffindor god. He wasn’t completely sure that Potter was even going to go along with it. He had almost hoped he wouldn’t. It would keep him from feeling this…emotion, whatever it was. He had not expected the sex to be what it was. Draco had never sucked a dick before. He had been terrified to do it, but for some reason, he took a chance. Draco had been with blokes before, but that was a secret he would never reveal.

His secret tryst with Blaise was a childhood game. They were only thirteen and neither one of them really knew what they were doing. It was mostly kissing and some fondling, but both of them had been too scared to go further than that. They never spoke of it again. It had awakened something in Draco, however, and he was determined to find out more about it. He had gotten his first blowjob from the son of his father’s friend. He was fourteen, the other boy was nineteen. That boy had let Draco fuck him, the first time he had ever had sex. He eventually had sex with Pansy a week later. The experience was vastly different.

Two more blokes and several girls later (unknown to Pansy), Draco felt that he was pretty knowledgeable on sexual matters. Until last night, however.

In his short history of having sex, Draco had never called out another person’s name before. That alone terrified him because he didn’t know what that meant. He had never lost control like that before. Secondly, he was not big on kissing. He did it to get the other person in the mood, but not for much else. Kissing Potter on that dance floor and last night had put a whole new perspective on that intimacy. Potter was one hell of a kisser. He saw that the night he kissed Blaise at that summer party.

Stop it, Draco! It was just sex. Why was he making such a big deal out of it? They were drunk, he took advantage of a vulnerable bloke who was willing, got his rocks off and came home. That was the end of it. The guy wouldn’t even remember the night. They would never speak of it again. They would keep on hating each other and life would be good again.

So why was he having such a hard time convincing himself of that though?

After his shower, he went to breakfast. He had no appetite whatsoever, but he wanted some semblance of normalcy. His eyes wandered cautiously and casually to the Gryffindor table. It was surprisingly devoid of the familiar 7th years. The only one who had made an appearance was Longbottom. He was in a cheerily good mood from the looks of it. Draco noticed that he kept looking at his table. He immediately became wary. Did the twit know something? But the bloke only had eyes for… Millicent? Good god…what a horror! Draco shuddered at the thought of the two of them together. He looked at his Slytherin classmate. She was giggling and round eyed, blushing furiously. Easy stomach…Draco tried to keep what little breakfast he had eaten inside of him.

His attention was drawn to the arrival of Seamus. At last, the Gryffindors were finally making an appearance. Draco told himself that he wasn't exactly waiting for them, but he needed his morning insult. Who better than those gits?

"What happened to him?" Crabbe said at Draco's elbow.

Seamus had a blooming bruise on his face. He looked tired and walked slowly, like his back was hurting him. The short Irish teen sat down heavily at the table, looking disturbed. Draco didn't have time to speculate because Hermione had just entered the hall. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and her eyelids were red-rimmed and swollen. He suddenly remembered his treachery of setting up Pansy. He realized that she was not at breakfast. Draco shot a look at Hermione, wondering what happened with that whole fiasco. He wondered why he was not more upset by it.

The mudblood sat stiffly at the table. Seamus looked at her, and then dropped his eyes. They began eating in silence. That was a big difference from Friday night, Draco thought. They had been rolling around on the couch like dogs in rut. Perhaps that was where Finnegan got the black eye. The Weasel must have decked him, for kissing his girl. But he was sure Granger probably put him in the infirmary after she found out about Pansy. Draco smirked at that idea. Gryffindor was probably in complete chaos after the weekend’s events. He had no idea how right he was.

HPDM

Harry sat on the floor of his bathroom, vomiting his guts out. He really shouldn’t have had that last Dark Ghoul. He leaned back to rest against the cold wall. He was glad Neville had gone to breakfast so he didn’t have to hear his praise to the porcelain god. He weakly sat up and rinsed his mouth at the sink, then half crawled back to his room. He had just made it to the bed when someone knocked on the door. Maybe they will go away. He didn’t want to see or talk to anyone.

No such luck. The knocking continued. Sighing, Harry waved his hand to open the door. It was Ron.

“Harry, I know it’s early, but I really need to talk to you.” He looked nervous and very upset. Harry didn’t blame him. He grunted in acknowledgment.

“Look, I-I-I have a confession to make. I slept with Pansy Parkinson Friday night.” He held his breath, waiting for Harry to yell at him.

Harry just looked at him from his angle on the bed. “Yeah, I heard.”

Ron rushed over to the bed and sat down. “Oh God, Harry, what am I going to do? Hermione found out! It was an accident! I don’t know how it happened. All those drinks and the dancing and before I knew it, Pansy and I were screwing!” He looked at Harry with hopeful eyes.

“I think you made it worse by acting the way you did about Seamus.”

“Ok, so I overreacted. And I should have come clean, but I just couldn’t believe that she kissed him. Seamus?? I went mental there when she told me. I wasn’t thinking at all.”

“That much is obvious.”

“You should have seen her face, Harry. I have never seen her like that. It was absolutely terrifying. I thought she was going to kill me. And she had Pansy with her!! It was awful. I didn’t even bother to lie to her. She told me she never wants to speak to me again. It’s over.” Ron stared down helplessly at his hands. “What should I do, Harry? How do I get her back?”

“Like I have any luck with women? I have no idea what to tell you. Maybe you need to talk to Ginny or Luna or Parvati.”

Ron snorted. “Yeah right, I am the devil now. You know how they stick together. They probably won’t even let me near her! I have really fucked this up. Hermione and I hadn’t even…”

Harry looked at his friend. “Ron, you really fucked up.”

“Thanks Harry, you really know how to make me feel better.” He said sarcastically.

“Do nice things for her; make her understand it was the drinks that made you do it. She has to know that you don’t like Pansy and that she hates you. Neither of you would have done this normally. Get her some nice flowers, cards, whatever it takes. But give her some time, don’t over do it.”

Ron brightened slightly. “Well it’s worth a shot. I don’t want to lose her. You look like shit by the way. What did you do last night?” He didn’t see Harry wince at the question.

“Pretty much got drunk and passed out.”

“Sounds fun. Anyway, I have to find her. I’ll see you later.” He left the room.

Harry leaned back on the bed, closing his eyes. Last night was a blur. He remembered being at The Three Broomsticks, getting drunk when Malfoy came along. He had started the whole commotion with Ron and Hermione. They had gotten drunk playing Wizard Snap with some of the locals. They came back to his room, so that Malfoy could use the bathroom. Then things were really hazy after that. Images of touching, kissing, and mind blowing sex filled his head. That couldn’t have happened and even if it did, it wasn’t with Malfoy. But who else did he see last night?

He remembered the incident with Dean. Oh shit! Dean! He was caught in the bed with Blaise! There had been a lot of shouting and Blaise insisting that he had slept with Harry. He must have slept with him last night. That would make more sense then him sleeping with Malfoy. What a joke! That would never happen. But Dean had insisted that Blaise had been with him for several hours. How could he have managed to be in two places at once?

Harry sat up in the bed. The bloke he had been with last night had given him an amazing blowjob. Blaise had been trying to do that since Friday night. It had to have been Blaise. But why couldn’t he remember even seeing Blaise last night? He only remembered Malfoy. Malfoy would never give a blowjob. He didn’t even seem the type that would go for something like that.

Bloody hell! His mystery lover had also taken his virginity! But it wasn’t horrible or scary at all. It was wonderful as a matter of fact. The person came as a lover, not an enemy. That surely couldn’t have been Malfoy! The Slytherin would have torn him apart if he had a chance like that. He had to talk to Dean. A knocking at both the window and the door caught him off guard. He waved a hand at the door and slowly got up to see what was at the window.

Dean came into the room nervously. A brown school owl stood perched outside the window.

“Ummm…Harry, are you busy? Can we talk for a minute?” His friend looked very uncomfortable.

“Sure, Dean. Just let me get the owl.” Harry opened the window and removed the parchment from the owl’s leg. He turned back around to look at Dean. “You ok?” He knew it was a dumb question.

Dean sighed heavily. “I came to you because I wasn’t sure who else I can talk to about this. Seamus is not even talking to me right now. I thought maybe you would have a sympathetic ear.” He sat down heavily in a chair by the window.

“I’m listening.” Now maybe he could get some answers about Blaise’s whereabouts last night.

“Harry, I’ve known I was gay for a while. I was scared to tell anybody. I found out that Justin Finch-Fletchley was gay a couple of years ago. I sort of befriended him, to try to see how it was for him. He was keeping it secret, but a lot of the Hufflepuffs knew. They weren’t going to hurt their own. It wasn’t until this year that I confessed to him that I was too. Actually, he figured it out himself. He was the only person that knew until last night. Now, everyone is going to know and it’s so fucked up how it happened. Why did you barge into my room like that??” He suddenly looked angry.

“Wait, Dean. Ginny told me that you wanted to talk to me, that I should just go in whenever I got back. I never would’ve just walked into your room for no reason. I’m sorry about everything that happened. I didn’t understand what was going on. I was so drunk. You have to know I wasn’t trying to do anything. I didn’t even know!”

“What? Ginny told you that? I never told Ginny that! I never even saw Ginny last night!” He looked flustered.

Now it was Harry’s turn to look flustered. “That’s what she told me! I swear! I had no idea you were with Blaise!”

“Harry, tell me the truth, have you been messing around with Blaise? Are you gay or bi?”

Harry swallowed thickly. He really didn’t want to answer that question.

“I don’t know Dean. I am trying to sort out some things right now. And about Blaise, we have kissed a couple of times, but that’s it.”

“Were you supposed to meet him last night?”

“Yeah, he never showed. I ended up sitting with Malfoy.” Malfoy!! A light bulb went off in Harry’s brain. Who had been having the most issues with him hanging out with Blaise?

“Dean, how did you end up with Blaise?”

“Justin and I were coming back from Hogsmeade. We saw him in the courtyard. He asked me if I had seen you and that he was on his way to Hogsmeade. We left after that. I walked Justin to Hufflepuff and then came here. I saw Blaise in the passageway near the portrait. He just started talking to me. I thought that he had changed his mind about going to Hogsmeade. He came up to my room and that’s where you found us.”

“What time was this? Did you see anyone else? Malfoy?”

“It was around nine, I guess. I didn’t see Malfoy or Ginny.”

“Did Blaise seem odd to you?”

“Well, I guess I was just happy he was there. I have liked Blaise since last year. I had no idea he was bi, until Justin told me. I thought maybe I would have a chance with him. But then Justin told me that he had betrayed him, by going after you. So I figured I had lost my chance. So I thought maybe he had changed his mind or something, when he came to the dorm.”

Harry looked up sharply at this. “You knew that he was going after me? Justin told you that?”

Dean looked crestfallen. “Well yeah, I knew. He said he had seen Blaise kissing you. He was really upset about it. The guy’s totally in love with you.”

“So all this time, you thought I was gay?”

“Well, no. But I wondered, especially after the breakup with Ginny. But until Justin told me, I didn’t really know. I was too busy worrying about myself.”

“Well, if I had known of your interest in Blaise, I wouldn’t even have, ya know. Sorry.”

Dean nodded. “It’s ok, Harry. I should’ve been up front with him a long time ago. I’ll understand if you’re still interested in him.”

“No, go for it Dean. I mean, if you guys can get past this. How is he by the way?”

“He was really angry when he left. I know I would be, if someone had confunded me like that. He was really embarrassed too. All of Gryffindor seeing him like that. I want to know who did it too, messing us over like that. But at least I did get to spend the night with him. It was great.” He smiled sheepishly. “Even if he did think I was you. I know that sounds fucked up, but…it was still good.”

Harry frowned. That did sound fucked up, but who was he to judge? If Dean was happy with how the evening went, so be it. He was no closer to solving the mystery of who had confunded Blaise. It now looked like it could be either Ginny or Draco, who both had motives. It also looked like Blaise was not his mystery lover either. It just couldn’t be Malfoy. Please no.

Dean was getting up. “Thanks for listening, Harry. I promise your secret is safe with me, even though mine is out. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Dean, Seamus and I are the only ones who know. I won’t say anything until you are ready. Ron doesn’t know anything, and he has his own problems right now. You can gage Seamus better than I can. So it’s not like the whole school knows, ok?” Dean smiled lightly.

“Well, maybe you’re right. See ya.” He left the room.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought. He had slept with Malfoy, he knew it for sure. How did he let that happen? He vowed right then and there to never drink again. The last couple of months had been crazy! Kissing Blaise was shocking enough, but now sleeping with Malfoy?? He had to have completely lost his mind. What was going on?

Harry rolled over on his stomach to stretch out. He could faintly smell traces of the blonde on his sheets. The Slytherin smelled of toasted vanilla and spices. He inhaled deeply, reliving the moments that he could clearly remember. The feel of his lips on his penis, sucking. His fingers caressing his chest, raising his hips to meet him as Malfoy entered him. Harry recalled Ginny’s expressions when they had been together. He suddenly could relate to her looks of euphoria. Ginny had given him blowjobs before, but it had never been like last night. He felt himself get hard, just thinking about it.

He groaned into his pillow. He had to put this out of his head. He could pretend it didn’t happen. Weren’t they already supposed to be pretending Friday night didn’t happen? So now they could just add Saturday night to the list as well. No harm done.

He eye caught the letter that had arrived for him.

Harry,

Please come by my office ASAP. I have some information for you.

Remus

Harry’s stomach tightened. He really didn’t even want to know what the man had found out. It couldn’t be anything but bad news. His eyes moved to his drawer that held the pills and potion. He had still been taking the pills, but just not as often, but that was because of the higher dosage. Fadien’s note had said that the pills had “side effects”. He wondered if it was the insanity he had recently been displaying. He laughed at himself, but then considered it realistically. It would definitely explain a lot and it sounded better to say he was under the influence of some drug, then willingly engaging in random acts of sexual activities with his sworn enemy.

HPDM

He decided that he needed to get up and get something to eat. He showered, dressed and headed to the hall for lunch. Ron sat at the table looking dejected. Harry guessed that things didn’t go well with Hermione. He chanced a glance at the Slytherins. The blonde head was not there. Harry sighed in relief. He didn’t really want to see him right at that moment.

Halfway through his lunch of shepherd’s pie, a shadow fell across his plate. He looked up and saw Blaise standing over him. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all. His eyes were bloodshot and his brownish red twisted hair looked unkempt. Harry was shocked to see Blaise in this state. The teen was usually meticulous in his appearance. He was worse than Malfoy, when it came to vanity.

“Harry, I need to talk to you now,” he said hoarsely. He leaned on the table for support.

“Blaise, have you been drinking? You are going to get in trouble being in the hall like this. One of the teachers may see you.” Harry looked at the dais. Fortunately, there were no teachers present at that time.

“I don’t care about that! I have to talk to you about last night!” He had raised his voice. Several students had turned to see what the commotion was. Harry got up quickly. The last thing he needed was a scene with Blaise yelling about last night.

“Fine, just shut up ok? Let’s go.” They left the hall together and went to the courtyard leading from the hall. Harry pulled Blaise into a secluded corner.

“So what do you need to say?”

“I don’t know what happened last night. One minute I was heading to Hogsmeade and the next I was in your bed. Or I thought it was your bed. I thought I was talking to you! You believe me don’t you? I wouldn’t just do that.”

“Blaise, I believe you. I think someone did confund you. Do you remember what happened?”

“I remember seeing Justin and Dean in the courtyard. Then I kind of remember going to Gryffindor to see if you were there. I thought I was talking to you the whole time! I know I must have called him Harry at least once. Dean never said a word!” He looked bewildered.

“Who knew that you were to meet me in Hogsmeade? Did Malfoy know?”

“I told Pansy. But not Draco, he doesn’t particularly care for me talking to you.”

“Yeah, I figured that.”

“Harry, does this mess things up between us? I still want to get to know you.”

“Blaise, you’re cool, but yeah this does change a lot of things. Dean is my friend and he has feelings for you. I don’t want to be in the middle of that. I would still like to get to know you, but only as a friend. Are you ok with that?”

Blaise stayed silent for a long time. He ran his fingers through his messy hair.

“Damn, Harry! No it’s not ok, but what can I do about it? It’s not fair. I didn’t do anything wrong! Why are you punishing me? I’m sorry that your friend got caught up in this, but it’s not my fault that I like you and not him.”

“You slept with him last night, Blaise! You don’t even have any feelings about that? Have you even talked to him today?”

“Harry, I thought I was sleeping with you. I have feelings for you. Now that I know it wasn’t you, I feel cheated. Dean is cool, I don’t really know him, but I’m not focused on him right now. I’ve been wanting you for the last few months. I can’t change that feeling overnight. You can’t expect me to be able to do that.”

Harry realized that Blaise was right. It was asking a bit much. But what did he want him to do?

“Just give it some time, Blaise. I have enjoyed talking to you and all, but we just need to be friends right now. I hope that you can understand that.”

“Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying. But don’t think for a second if the opportunity comes up again, that I am not going to take it. You aren’t going to get away that easily.” He gave him a quick smile, but Harry could see the disappointment in his eyes.

He reached out and touched Harry’s hair. Blaise moved in and gently touched his lips to Harry’s. It was a soft and gentle gesture which lasted a few seconds. He sighed deeply and walked away from Harry. He watched him go. Harry felt bad for Blaise. It did seem to be an ok guy. Harry continued to watch the retreating figure of the Slytherin. He moved out from the corner to head back to the hall to finish his lunch. He had walked perhaps two feet when…

KERPOW! (In honor of the old Batman show)

He was hit in the jaw with a flying fist. He staggered back, eyes wide in pain and surprise.

“Son of a bitch!” Harry gasped, holding his jaw. His eyes darted around, trying to see who had hit him.

His gaze fell upon a pair of silver eyes. They were blazing with fury, narrowed to thin slits. Malfoy stood with his fists clenched, chest puffed out. He was breathing fire.

“Malfoy! What’d you hit me for?? That was cruddy!”

Draco never answered. He advanced on the Gryffindor and shoved him hard. He watched as he staggered back and almost fell over the concrete bench. Something has snapped inside his head when he saw Potter kissing Blaise in that romantic nook. He knew he was acting like a jealous husband, but he was just sooo angry. And he had no idea why he was so upset.

Harry righted himself after slamming hard into the bench. His shin was screaming from the impact. His heart was beating out a staccato rhythm inspiring murder. He jerked around in time to see Malfoy advancing on him again. Harry met the Slytherin with a fist of his own. It connected with Malfoy’s lip. The blonde grabbed his shirt and pushed him back, slamming him into the hard castle wall. They were completely hidden from view in that spot.

Draco brought his face close to Potter’s. His green eyes flashed dangerously and Draco was loath to find he wanted to kiss him. He snarled at the feeling and pushed Harry harder against the wall. Harry responded to this with a punch to the gut. Draco let out a loud hmph!

“Get off me, Malfoy! Such a bastard!” Harry grabbed Malfoy’s hands and ripped them from his shirt. He shoved him away.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Potter! You’re playing a right shitty game!” He shouted, sure that the entire school had just heard that. He stalked off, bitterly cursing himself for that completely disgraceful scene he had just made.

Harry was furious. Malfoy comes out of no where, hits him, flings some stupid accusation and then walks off? Not in this lifetime! The arrogant prick had only walked a few feet away, when Harry decided he wasn’t finished with this.

“Don’t you walk away from me, Malfoy!” He ran behind him and grabbed the blonde by his shirt collar and jerked him back. Malfoy gagged nastily and his face turned red. He twisted around and swung his arm in an arc, connecting with the side of Harry’s head. Harry grunted in pain and let go of the shirt. Malfoy stood in front of him, breathing hard, his face covered with red splotches. Harry’s eyes narrowed as he anxiously waited for his opponent’s next move.

“What’d you hit me for, Malfoy? Who’s playing games now? I don’t know what possessed me to think that you were not so bad! You’re always going to be a two-faced git! ”

“I’m two-faced?! Who’s the whore of Gryffindor? I want you to take this spell off of me now, Potter! You’ve had your fun for the weekend! Leave me alone!”

“I don’t have any spell on you, Malfoy! You need to get a grip! Do you think I have wanted to be bothered with you? I hate you!”

“You didn’t say that last night, Potter! As a matter of fact, you were saying something quite different. Like calling out my name.” Draco bit his lip. He hadn’t meant to bring up last night. Shit! Why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut!

Harry turned crimson. So they did have sex! He had no idea if he had said anything or not. But there was something he did remember.

“I guess you couldn’t say my name cuz your mouth was on my dick.”

Fuck!

“You wish, Potter! You really need to stop drinking so much. It’s melting your brain. You turned that ass up for me with the quickness! And if you think I got down on my knees for you, you’re out of your mind!”

Harry knew he wasn’t crazy. “I know a blowjob when I feel one! It was you! I didn’t ask you to do that! You did that on your own. Don’t blame me if you feel fucked up about it! You started the whole damn thing!”

“I did not! You started the whole thing at that stupid party Friday night. You had no right to kiss me! Or touch me like that!”

“You didn’t have to dance with me! You could’ve walked away, but you didn’t! And you kissed me back! Nobody asked you to barge into the room in the first place! That was between me and Blaise. You butted in!”

“That’s cuz you were kissing me a few minutes before that! You are such a hypocrite, Potter! You can’t even admit that you were playing Blaise and me off of each other!”

“What?? Are you serious?? I’m not playing anyone! Blaise came to me and we are just friends! I’m not playing you, cuz you don’t like guys remember? Isn’t that what you said? Besides, who confunded Blaise last night? You don’t think I know it was you, but that is typical behavior of you!”

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t confund Blaise! Why should I? What would be the purpose in that?” He gave Harry a strange look.

“So it’s just coincidence you were in Hogsmeade last night? And just happened to blab about Pansy and Ron? Come on, Malfoy, you must think I am really thick.”

“How was I to know that Granger was going to be sitting there? Pansy did that to herself, wanting to talk about that in a public place. That wasn’t my fault.”

“Nothing is ever your fault, is it? Next thing you’ll say is that I fell on your dick and that’s how we had sex last night.”

Malfoy smirked. “Well, you were really drunk.”

“Oh, so you’re admitting that you took advantage of me when I was drunk? Is that the only way you can get someone in bed with you? Get them drunk? You’re sickening, Malfoy! But fine, you get your wish. I’ll leave you alone…best believe that you won’t be seeing me anywhere near you.”

Draco paled. This was not how he wanted this conversation to flow. He realized that Potter was walking away in disgust. He didn’t want things to end like that, with Potter thinking he was some kind of rapist. He reached out and grabbed the boy’s arm before he could get away. Potter tried to snatch his arm, but Draco held fast to it.

“Potter, wait! It wasn’t like that, ok? I don’t do that. You were into it, also. You didn’t tell me to stop, so I didn’t. I’m not an animal!” Draco was incensed. “Do you really think I am capable of something so, vile?”

Harry saw that he was very upset at the accusation. In his heart, Harry knew that Malfoy hadn’t forced him, that he had wanted it to happen. But he was such an asshole.

“I don’t know what all you’re capable of, but I’m sure it’s a lot of shit. Besides, it doesn’t even matter. It’s done and over with, so now it’s just time to forget this ever happened. I told you last night that I wouldn’t tell anyone about any of this. As far as I’m concerned, we never have to speak ever again.” Malfoy was still holding his arm. He pulled it away and watched his reaction.

Draco heard the words that Potter had said, but he couldn’t believe that he actually meant them. He felt a twinge in his heart and his throat felt tight. How could Potter simply dismiss him like that, especially after last night? Weren’t Gryffindors supposed to be loyal or noble or some shit like that? He could feel himself growing angry again.

“I would have never guessed you were a whore, Potter. But hey, what the hell do I know? Saint Potter kisses random guys, sleeps with them and then kisses another one the very next morning. The Daily Prophet would love this one. You’re right though, it was just a fuck and it’s done now. You’re just another notch on my belt. Stay away from me.” He walked off, mind in turmoil.

Harry stared after him. What the hell was all that about? He felt an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach about being “just a fuck” and “another notch”. It didn’t feel that way last night. It had been really nice from the parts he could remember. He was completely confused about Malfoy’s confrontation. He comes out of the blue throwing punches, accusing him of playing games. He was acting like a jealous lover. Harry startled himself with that thought. Malfoy was jealous! Of course! Harry had totally missed the obvious!

He had seen Blaise kiss him and had jumped to conclusions. But why was he pissed? He supposedly didn’t like guys, so why the drama? If he was just a fuck, Malfoy wouldn’t have cared that he was kissing another guy. Didn’t Malfoy wait for him outside of the bathroom on the train, demanding that he leave Blaise alone? Harry had thought the teen was jealous of the beginning friendship between him and Blaise. Didn’t he follow them to the private rooms at the party and then ignore his own girlfriend to find out what he was up to?

But the biggest thing of all was that Malfoy had allowed Harry to touch him, kiss him in public and then Malfoy had initiated sex with him! If he really wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t have let any of it happen. But then again, they were drunk and high most of the weekend. Everyone had been doing crazy things. He wanted to know why he had been so drawn to Malfoy and did the things that he did. It had to be the drinks. There was no way that he could be attracted to him without being drunk.

Harry looked again at the direction that Malfoy had gone. He must be heading back to the dungeons. I must still be drunk. He followed Malfoy.

Draco stormed down the hallway towards his dorm. How did he get himself into a shouting match with Potter like that? It was so undignified. He sounded like a sappy 4th year girl. He couldn’t believe that he saw them kissing. It was like he was being cheated on, which was ridiculous. He had wanted to smash both of their faces in. It had taken all of his self-control to wait until Blaise had left. Nobody cheats on me! Oh, well, Pansy did. Why wasn’t he pissed at Pansy? He had been so wrapped up in Potter, that he had forgotten that his supposed girlfriend had slept with the Weasel. He honestly didn’t even care at the moment.

He despised Potter. Of all the boys at Hogwarts, why did it have to be him that he slept with last night? Potter had his head messed up. He would have to talk to Professor Snape about the possibility of being under a spell. There couldn’t be any other explanation for this. There was no way that he… He couldn’t even bring himself to think it. He was going to purge his mind of this annoyance.

A slight noise to his left drew his attention. He poked his head in an abandoned classroom and saw a lowly house elf washing a window. The elf reminded him of Dobby, their old house elf that was set free. He heard footsteps out in the passageway and he moved to the door to see who was coming. It was probably another Slytherin on their way to the dorm. He was shocked when he realized it was Potter. What was he doing down here? His heart took a few extra beats. Stop it! Was he really losing his mind?

Harry vaguely remembered where he was going. He knew Malfoy had come this way, but he seemed to have disappeared. He sighed, what was he doing? He shouldn’t even be down here. All he was doing was inviting trouble. He needed to get the hell out of there. Leave it alone and just go back to the way things had been. Yeah, that was the thing to do. So why was he having a hard time doing just that? He turned to go back and Malfoy’s hand reached out and grabbed him.

“Why are you following me, Potter?” He hissed, anger and something else in his eyes.

Harry looked hard at the boy. “I just need to know something.” He summoned his courage.

“What’s that, Potter?”

Harry tilted his head slightly, leaned in and gently brushed his lips against his. He moved closer, expecting the blonde to shove him away or hit him, but nothing came. He pressed his lips harder against, slowly licking his bottom lip. Malfoy’s mouth parted slightly and Harry took that as an invitation. His tongue probed the Slytherin’s mouth and he was granted full access. He felt Malfoy’s hand move to behind his back and pull him.

They fell flush against a wall, with Malfoy holding him tightly. Harry ran his hands through the silky blonde hair, and down to the tight ponytail. A low growl escaped Malfoy’s lips, their tongues still participating in a delicious dance. Harry could feel himself growing hard and his body ached for relief. He pressed against Malfoy, who had by now circled both arms around his waist.

Draco put his hands underneath Potter's shirt. He could feel his soft skin and his back muscles. Potter had such an amazing body. Malfoy quickly switched places with Potter by swinging him around, Potter's back now against the wall. Green eyes opened in surprise, but Draco quickly started sucking on his neck to bring the mood back. A sigh of pleasure was the reward. Potter's leg encircled his body. Malfoy pulled it up and held it. He began to gyrate against Potter.

Harry gasped, as their erections touched each other. He tightened his grip on the blonde, bucking his hips. Malfoy whined in his ear, his breathing ragged. Harry kissed his cheek, a sweet gesture. Malfoy looked at him, silver grey eyes glistening with lust and something else. The look was returned openly.

The house elf knocked over a chair and the resounding clatter reverberated in the space. Both teens jumped and the moment was broken. Harry slowly eased away from Malfoy and the wall, his hands and knees shaking. He shoved them in his pockets. Malfoy was looking at him, the promise of more in his eyes. More what? Silence reigned, the elf now gone.

“So what was that Potter? Did you find out what you wanted to know?” He took a tentative step towards the dark haired boy.

Harry was terrified. His 11th worst nightmare had just come true. The first ten were any variation of Voldemort killing his friends, himself, or anyone else he may care about and losing the upcoming war. This nightmare consisted of his having any type of feeling about Malfoy other than immense hatred. His heart was beating so loudly in his chest, he was sure Malfoy could hear it. He noticed that his pants were tight and that he was aroused beyond belief. Now that his body knew what the blonde was capable of doing, it was clamoring for more.

“Yeah I found out what I wanted to know. It was the drinks that got us going. I don’t feel anything if I’m not drunk. So rest easy, what brought us together was nothing but good old fashioned drugs and alcohol. That is ythe mystery of your spell Malfoy. You get horny when you’re drunk. You didn’t feel anything either, did you?” The question rolled out so easily, daring Malfoy to change the plan.

“Absolutely nothing.”

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