Surprise

Birthday Surprise

The War was over. Wizards and witches all over were celebrating even more than they had when they had first thought that Voldemort was destroyed. There were masses of owls flying all over the place, people in robes were in Muggle streets, and every now and then, one could hear a loud POP followed by cheering and confetti that seemed to spread everywhere.

There was one place where things were quiet. In a small cottage in Godric’s Hollow, Harry Potter was sitting with an unlikely assortment of people. His ever-true friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were there, along with the rest of the Weasley clan, excluding Percy. Also there were Albus Dumbledore, Rubeus Hagrid, Remus Lupin, Nymphedora Tonks, Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, and Seamus Finnegan. They had all come to celebrate the end of the War and also to mourn those whose lives had been lost. Pictures had been hung around the living room to dedicate those who had been killed in action during the war, those who were innocent and those who were not, all held a place on Harry’s walls. An entire wall was devoted to three in particular, Sirius Black, Cedric Diggory, and Lucius Malfoy. It was these deaths that Harry felt particularly responsible for and mourned them greatly, as he felt he could have prevented it had circumstances been different.

At the moment, they were all seated at the dining table, waiting for the meal to be served. Tonks could be seen conversing with Molly and Ginny Weasley about the usefulness of changing her appearance, while her lover, Remus, watched and nodded along affectionately. Dumbledore was watching and adding helpful advice to Neville and Seamus as they were trying to see who could turn the dinner plate into the most interesting thing. The Weasley men were in a rampant discussion about Quiddich and Hagrid and Hermione were discussing Hagrid’s classes for the upcoming school year. Severus, Narcissa, and Draco were having their own quiet conversation that Harry had no idea what it was about. Harry admired the scene for a moment before tapping his glass and calling everyone’s attention.

Harry hadn’t grown much after Fifth Year, but one could see the newfound maturity in his eyes. Killing a man, even an evil man, can do that to a boy. There was something Dark in Harry that had come out during the Final Battle and few had been around to see Harry take down Voldemort. The few that had been around weren’t necessarily in agreement to how Harry had killed Voldemort either. All that was known for sure was that Voldemort was unquestionably dead and that Harry had spent three weeks recuperating in St. Mungo’s. However, it was difficult to say that the witnesses weren’t exactly in agreement either, as those closest to the scene wouldn’t speak of it. Among them were Remus, Severus, and Draco.

Harry stood with his glass in hand, “I know that we are all tired from this War and that we still have a lot of work to do to recover from Voldemort’s actions,” Here, he ignored the flinches that still rose around the table. “But now, we can honor those who fought bravely and died well in this War, for they are the ones who most deserve this victory. Cheers.” A solemn toast went around the table. “Also,” Harry continued, “we are here to celebrate the end of this War,” a grin spread across his face, “so let’s celebrate! We won!” With that, the feast appeared before them, courtesy of the house elves, much to Hermione’s distaste and everyone else’s joy.

Everyone piled their plates high and stuffed themselves, some with more dignity than others. Harry could see the looks that Severus and the Malfoys gave to some of the Weasleys who were rather, over-enthusiastic, in their table manners. The Malfoys had been the greatest surprise in the War. Draco Malfoy had been the first to turn and it was largely due to Harry. In their Sixth Year, Harry had confronted Draco privately, knowing that the Prince of Slytherin had a huge sway in his house. Nobody knew quite what was spoken or done during their chat, but the end result had been a grudging respect for Harry that led Draco to forge a peace and then outright defy Voldemort once the battle had reached the school. By correspondence with his mother, Draco had apparently been able to convince Narcissa that the side of the Light was the one that would keep them alive for the longest period of time and she had hence become a spy for the Light through known Death Eater relations. The only one who hadn’t turned was Lucius. He suspected that his family\'s allegiance had changed, but remained faithful to the Dark Lord until confronted by his own son on the battle field. After finding that he could not fight with his son, Lucius turned himself over to the Light side, but Voldemort killed him before Lucius could be taken into custody. It was soon after that, that Harry had destroyed Voldemort.

Though they never became outright friendly with each other, Harry and Draco had reached an amiable truce. Harry had learned to take from his Darker aspects and use them for the Light while Draco learned that half-bloods had usefulness of their own. It was with Draco’s help and politics that Harry and he were able to round up supporters from all of the houses, including a large number from Slytherin; mainly those devoted to Draco. After the fighting had ended and Harry was in the hospital, Draco had formally apologized to Hermione and all of the Weasleys for his behavior in the past. Ron had declared Draco a little “touched in the head” and Draco had thereafter become an “honorary Weasley” or “honorary test subject” if you spoke to the twins about it. Harry was just relieved that nobody had killed each other during the truce and during the feast.

After having their fill and when the conversation died out, one of the twins stood up to make another announcement. “All right everyone, before you leave we have to inform you of another party that we’ll be celebrating just next week,” the twin (Fred, perhaps) flashed his eyes towards Harry, who hung his head in his hands. “As many of you may know, next week is Harry’s birthday!” The twin gleefully cackled and the other one stood up, “—This means that we will be throwing a different kind of part to celebrate Harry’s freedom from the evil-nut-who-didn’t-wanna-die. We’ve already planned everything so feel free to come and join in the festivities.”

Harry was too busy muttering several types of pain and death towards the twins that he didn’t notice a pair of silver eyes on him. The twins noticed though, and wore identical evil grins. The adults made their excuses and declined, Molly insisting that the children should be able to enjoy their own celebrations and Severus just snorted and looked away. Dumbledore’s eyes couldn’t get anymore twinkles in them and Harry was nearly certain that he would go blind before the end of his life. As everyone moved to leave, Harry bid farewell to the departing guests at the door. The twins grinned at him and said they’d see him at the party and warned him of what might happen if he chose not to show. Harry was chuckling at their antics when he felt Draco come up next to him.

“I guess I’ll see you at the party, Potter,” Draco drawled.

Harry’s eyebrows lifted. “Then you are going to come? Wouldn’t that be putting a snake into the lion’s den?” he said, teasingly.

Draco smirked and leaned towards Harry, “I’ll just have to take my chances. Besides, I think I’ll bring a few other snakes with me to make things more, …interesting.” Draco paused and watched Harry turn wide-eyed before he turned to leave. “See you then, Potter.”

Harry watched as Draco moved out of sight, “See you then.” He turned back into the house, wondering what kind of party the twins were throwing anyway.

***

Whenever the twins found a mission, they devoted themselves whole-heartedly to whatever it is they wanted to achieve. Currently, they decided that Harry needed a little relief in his life, something to take his mind off of the damages that had been done and that still needed to be remedied. So they decided that he needed to be fixed up with somebody. Unfortunately for that somebody, they had already decided who their victim would be, and they didn’t think that it would be easy to fix them up. So the upcoming party would be the catalyst for their plans. Mission: Get Harry Laid. The announcement had been made and now preparations needed to take place. They already had permission (very reluctant permission with assurances that they would fix whatever was broken) from Harry to use his own house for the party. The reason being that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley absolutely refused to allow a teenage party take place at the Burrow and it was too dangerous to hold it at their joke shop. The twins chuckled evilly after the dinner at Harry’s; perhaps their plan wasn’t going to be as difficult as they thought.

***

Ron, Bill and Charlie laughed as the twins proposed their idea. They couldn’t wait to see the look on Harry’s face when a naked witch in ribbons popped out of his birthday cake. The twins said that they had gotten the idea from some Muggle movie and they had modified it so that the witch could be a hologram projection from a card or photograph. Fred and George certainly had imagination when it came to tweaking spells, especially if they thought it would be lucrative. The party would be a blast, especially if everyone on the list decided to come. There was a surprising amount of Slytherins who said they would join and as long as they were “tame” (as Ron put it) then it was sure to be a wild party.

The twins shared smirks unnoticed by their brothers. They had proposed the right idea, certainly enough, but they arranged it so that it would be a particular person popping out of Harry’s cake. One that hopefully would catch his attention more than the hottest witch in their brother’s porno stash. They couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when they threw out their little surprise.

***

The day of the dreaded party had come. Dreaded in Harry’s case, anyway. He had been banished, nearly literally, from his own house so that Fred and George could make their own preparations. Harry was fairly nervous about the whole deal. He had never had a real birthday party with his friends around, not ever. And when Fred and George were throwing the party… well, he had every right to be nervous, Harry decided. Right now he was wandering around Diagon Alley, browsing among the shops and trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something big was going to happen tonight.

He finally found a seat in front of Florean Fortescue\'s Ice Cream Parlor and tried to simply enjoy a cold treat. Harry soon felt himself being watched, however, and became fidgety again. He looked around to see if he could find who was watching him. He had taken a derivative of the Polyjuice Potion and now had a different set of characteristics so that nobody would fawn over their “Golden Boy,” so who would be interested in him? Finally he spotted Draco Malfoy, … who was looking directly at him with his characteristic smirk on his face. Harry felt a slight blush cover his face as he watched Draco swagger over and take a seat across from Harry.

“Don’t tell me you thought that disguise would fool me, Potter,” Draco drawled. “You may have a different face, but I’ve known you for six years, that won’t cut it.”

Harry just looked at him, stunned for a moment. Then he cocked his head to the side and asked, curious, “What was it that gave me away?”

“You move the same,” Draco replied, calmly taking Harry’s spoon and helping himself to some of Harry’s chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. “And you keep squinting. For goodness sake, Potter, you should have just gotten false glasses if you were going to scrunch those eyes together all the time.”

Harry rubbed his head, abashed, “Well, I suppose you’re right… hey! I was going to eat that!” Harry tried to grab his spoon back but Draco simply held it out of his reach. Quickly, Harry whipped out his wand and said “Accio spoon!” only to end up with ice cream all over his nose. He looked down at the mess, cross-eyed, “Oh hell,” he muttered, distinctly annoyed.

Draco chuckled softly and Harry turned to look at him, amazed. It seemed like Draco’s entire facial structure changed when he laughed. He looked, younger, and it made something inside Harry clench together near his heart. Harry just stared and thought, ‘He should really laugh more often…’

Draco reached over and plucked the spoon off of Harry’s nose, “You’re not supposed to wear your dessert, Potter.” He calmly began eating more of Harry’s ice cream but Harry made no further moves to stop him. Sighing in resignation, he wiped the ice cream off, got up, and ordered a fudge brownie sundae from Fortescue. Returning to the table, he found his former dessert all polished off and Draco looking quite smug. He sat down with his new ice cream and held a spoon out to Draco.

“Are you still hungry then?”

Draco smirked and shook his head, “No, thanks Potter. I’ll save some room for your party later.” At this, Harry groaned and Draco gave him an odd look. “What’s the matter, Potter, not in the mood for a party?”

Harry stared at his ice cream miserably and muttered, “Dunno, I’ve never had a birthday party before.” He heard Draco shift but didn’t look up to see the blonde’s reaction. Harry raised his voice a little, “Just nervous because it’s Fred and George, I guess. Never know what they’re planning.”

He trawled a few scoops of his sundae into his mouth and almost instantly felt better. It may have been girly to think so, but chocolate did solve all of life’s problems. Harry then risked a glance at Draco, who showed a look of vague amusement on his face.

Draco shook his head lightly and said impishly, “Well you know, Potter, if you need a couple of bodyguards to protect you from the Weasleys, I have only the best Slytherins coming to the party.”

Harry laughed and put on a martyred look, “That’s okay, I wouldn’t want any of your Slytherins to get hurt protecting little ole me.” He sighed dramatically, “I am at the mercy of the twins now.”

“Where are the Weasleys anyway?” Draco asked, leaning back a bit. “I would have figured that they’d be with you already.”

Harry shook his head, “Nah, the twins are preparing for the party and they have everybody else running around to get supplies or something.” Harry looked a little puzzled at that point, “I don’t see how they made this such an event, I mean, it’s just a birthday party, right?”

Draco looked at Harry incredulously and looked as though he was about to say something, but he seemed to change his mind, “Well, if you’re bored, we could go do something. I’ve already made my own preparations for the party.”

Harry looked up at Draco, surprised, “You would hang out with me, the Gryffindor Golden Boy?”

Draco smirked and stood, informing him, “Being the gentleman that I am, I have seen your need to do something and am attempting to correct it. Will you accept, Potter?” He then reached out a hand and waited for Harry’s shock to go away.

Harry beamed, making Draco quirk an eyebrow, “If you’re coming to my birthday party, I think you may call me Harry.”

Amused at Harry’s apparent good manner, Draco nodded, “Then you may call me Draco, Harry.”

With that, Harry took Draco’s hand and Draco led him towards the Quiddich shop, beginning to banter on how terribly the Chudley Cannons were doing this season.

***

Later on that evening, Harry and Draco approached Harry’s house together, in a heated argument over how long it took for Draco to get ready before they went to the party. Harry just didn’t understand how Draco could take 45 minutes in the bathroom when it only took him 10 minutes to have a simple shower and get dressed. The result did come out nicely, however. Draco was looking stunning in a dark green turtleneck and black dress pants that showed off his figure nicely. The added black and green streaks in his hair were an added bonus. At this point, however, Harry was only arguing for argument’s sake.

“I just don’t see how long it takes to put on clothes,” Harry said. “I can see the streaks would take some time, true, but forty-five minutes?! I mean, come on!” Harry was wearing a simple pair of tan slacks along with a black, button-up shirt that had crimson flames running up from the bottom. The shirt had been an impromptu suggestion from Draco while wandering the streets of Diagon Alley and Harry had to admit that he likes the silky texture of it as well as the style that was normally beyond him.

“Unlike you,” Draco arched his nose towards the air, “I have a reputation to uphold and while the “I-just-fell-out-of-bed-after-a-hot-wet-dream” look may work for you, I have to work for my impeccable appearance.”

Harry snickered, “You’re not the first one I’ve heard that from, actually. Must be the hair.”

Draco gave him an appraising look, “Yeah, must be. It certainly couldn’t be the casual walk you have or those eyes that look right into you or that grin that makes you look like the cat that got the cream. Those things wouldn’t have anything to do with it.” Draco moved towards Harry’s front walk and Harry paused to just look after him.

“Hey! …What? …Where did all that come from?” Harry protested, quickly moving after Draco.

Draco only threw Harry a smirk over his shoulder and moved to open the front door. He leaned in close to Harry and purred, “Welcome to your birthday party, Harry.”

Harry blushed and blinked at the sudden onslaught of lights. The outside of his house had looked normal, which he had been relieved about, but it seems as though the twins had redecorated the entire house into one huge lounge and dance floor area. There was already a large crowd there, and Harry was surprised to see some Slytherins not only there, but also interacting with Gryffindors and other House members. He was especially astonished to see Ron having a seemingly harmless conversation with Blaise Zabini. At this point, Harry decided to accept the acute possibly that he had been sucked into the Twilight Zone, the only Muggle show that he had become familiar with while the Dursleys were out late at special events or something.

After moving into the foyer, or what was formerly known as the foyer, Harry was attacked from both sides by Fred and George, and carried off before he could say a word, leaving a smirking Draco standing at the door. Harry spluttered unintelligibly until the twins had reached their destination to the middle of the room where he froze as they announced his presence to everyone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Fred and George began. “We are pleased to present to you the birthday boy, Harry Potter!” They each raised an arm while Harry blushed hotly to the cheers of the people around him. Draco had found his way to the front of the crowd and stood right next to Harry, smile on his face as he watched Harry get more and more embarrassed.

“Bring forth the cake!” The twins called out as Harry’s mind spun. Someday he would have to ask them how they managed to talk in sync with each other like that… A large, round cake made it’s way towards Harry, a white and blue frosting masterpiece with several sparklers poking out the top and large writing spelling out “Happy Birthday, Harry!” Harry just blinked at it for a moment and the only thing he could think of was ‘That’s a big cake.’ Then Fred, or was it George, nudged him and whispered, “Blow out the sparklers, Harry.”

Harry snapped back to himself and grinned at all his friends before taking a deep breath and blowing out the sparklers. What he did not expect was for the cake to blow up in his face to reveal… a very naked Draco with a ribbon trailed around him, blowing kisses and curving seductively. Eyes wide, Harry stumbled back, blushing even more when Draco caught him, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

“Did you know about this?!” Harry whispered at Draco.

“Not exactly,” Draco murmured back. “I didn’t know they had my picture, I wonder how they got it?” He didn’t seem very angry however, only amused. As the catcalls and jeers began to get louder, however, Harry righted himself and turned towards the twins.

“What is this?!” He spluttered.

George winked at him, “Just a little surprise for the birthday boy.”

Fred gave him a whack on the back, “Consider it our very special birthday present.”

Harry couldn’t help but look back at the holographic Draco that had now moved closer and continued to dance suggestively in front of him. It was only about six inches tall, but it hung in the air up around his shoulders, at the perfect viewing height. \"Uh, guys? How long is this here for?” The blush had faded from Harry’s cheeks, but wouldn’t go away after glancing at the sensual Draco.

“Why Harry, we wouldn’t give you anything that wouldn’t last!” Fred declared.

“This little vixen is yours for the night—” George said.

“—Courtesy of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes!” Fred finished.

Harry gaped like a fish as Bill and Charlie came up to them, the rest of the guests starting in on the cake, which apparently hadn’t exploded but merely projected an explosion. Bill and Charlie could not hold back their laughter it seemed and had to wipe tears from their eyes as they spoke to the twins.

“Brilliant job, guys,” Charlie complimented them. “That’s one of the best projection charms I’ve seen. How’d you get the picture, though?”

The twins shared evil smirks and chorused, “We have our ways.”

Draco spoke up next to the slack-jawed Harry, “I’m not sure I want to know. But I think I’ll need to put up some extra wards around my windows. Can’t afford having peeping Weasleys around all the time.”

George sidled over to Draco and threw his arm around Draco’s shoulder, “No worries, mate. We made duplicates. We have all the pictures we’ll ever need.” He changed his voice to a mock whisper, “We also have some delicious ones of Harry if you’re interested.”

That seemed to bring Harry out of his state of shock, “What?! George, you better hand those pictures over or I’ll… hey! Come back here, Fred!” He was about to run after the madly giggling twins, but Draco caught him around the waist.

“Calm down, Harry. Just enjoy the party, alright?” Draco said, rubbing his hands over Harry’s hips a little. Harry’s blush was about to become a permanent fixture until he spotted Ron coming up to them.

“I can’t believe those guys,” Ron ranted. “Sorry, Harry, it was supposed to be this really hot witch, but, hell, we shouldn’t have let Fred and George set it up, even if it was their project…”

“It’s ok, Ron,” Harry interrupted. “It was pretty funny. I’m sure Colin got a good picture of the expression on my face to have a good laugh at later.”

Colin’s voice piped up nearby, “Several pictures, Harry! We’ll have an album by the end of the night!”

Harry looked over but missed Colin in the crowd, “Uhh, right. See, Ron? It’s fine.”

Ron looked as though he were about to continue his rant until Hermione came up beside him, tears of laughter in her eyes as well, “Oh, Harry, that was priceless! The look on your face!…” She beamed at him. “May I have the first dance, birthday boy?” Without waiting for much of a reply she grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the floor. But before Harry could follow her, he heard Draco whisper in his ear, “Save a dance for me too, Harry.” Harry craned his neck to look back at Draco as Hermione pulled him away, but Draco had already fallen back into the crowd and Harry couldn’t see him.

To Harry’s embarrassment, the flirting Draco hologram did stay with him through the night, as the twins had promised. He was passed from partner to partner and the projection danced next to them, making lewd hand motions towards Harry and rather obscene gestures towards each of his partners, simply causing them to laugh and eventually hand Harry off to the next person. Harry saw Draco around the floor a couple of times, dancing with Pansy Parkinson, then Hermione, then, surprisingly, Fred. Mildly disturbed, Harry could have sworn Draco say, “Now about those pictures, Weasley… ” Harry could only hope that he was trying to find out where the stash was and not buy some for blackmail later.

After Harry found himself nearly worn out, he excused himself from Luna Lovegood to move towards the Lounge area of the room. He was stopped, however, by a hand appearing on his shoulder and Draco’s soft voice next to his ear.

“I thought I asked you to save me a dance, Harry.”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat. The way Draco purred his name should be made illegal. “I was just going to get a drink,” he murmured back, allowing Draco to wrap an arm around his waist and steer him back onto the dance floor.

“Afterwards,” Draco promised. “But I’ll be having this last dance.” A slow song had just started up and Draco moved his hands closely on Harry’s hips. Hesitating a moment, Harry lifted his arms up around Draco’s shoulders and couldn’t help but look at the hologram next to them. The miniature Draco seemed to be egging on the real one, giving motions for a kiss and groping indecently at the air. Draco chuckled and Harry groaned, leaning into Draco’s shoulder to look away from the sensual hologram. Leaning into Draco, Harry tried to bury his blush into Draco’s neck. This brought them rather close, legs nearly tangling and chests pressed up against each other. Draco’s arms tightened around Harry’s waist and supported him while Harry gave himself over to Draco’s lead.

Harry could feel Draco’s heart beating against his chest. He could feel every movement in Draco’s body, swaying them around the floor and Harry allowed himself to fall into the experience. He couldn’t explain why he felt so secure with Draco, but for the first time after the War, he felt himself letting go. The tense ache in his shoulders that Harry hadn’t realized was there suddenly relaxed. It was as though just dancing with Draco turned all of his muscles into liquid. He let out a sigh and told himself to stop asking himself why and just let it happen. Absently, he hoped that Draco wasn’t uncomfortable in their close proximity.

As it was Draco was extremely comfortable. Harry was the perfect height to fit into his arms, it seemed. Many of the couples around them were watching and murmuring about the match with each other, but Draco just ignored them. He felt Harry’s blush fade, where before the Golden Boy had radiated enough heat to start a fire. Every now and then, a puff of warm breath ghosted against his skin and Draco repressed a shiver. It was amazing how trusting Harry was in his embrace. It was unimaginable, but it was true. Harry had melded into Draco like they had never truly been apart. Draco could only wonder where the years of animosity had gone between them and realized that he shouldn’t really be surprised about the outcome… After all, Harry had forgiven Weasley during the TriWizard Tournament in their Fourth Year. Harry obviously had no experience in holding a grudge. Draco affectionately stroked Harry’s back and grinned when Harry pressed closer into him. The miniature Draco hadn’t ceased his movements either and Draco spared the thing a grin at some of the more creative poses.

The music changed subtly to a faster beat and Harry whined a little when he felt Draco’s hips moving faster. He had been comfortable in their dance. Harry shifted a bit, trying to match Draco’s pace and still encourage him to slow down at the same time until Draco chuckled and loosened his grip on Harry’s waist. “Why don’t we go get that drink you wanted?” Draco suggested in Harry’s ear. Harry nodded languidly, and turned to lead Draco towards the Lounge area.

Ron, Hermione, and Seamus were relaxing on a couple of couches that Fred and George had added to the décor and watched as Harry and Draco approached, Ron’s eyes widening and Seamus quirking an eyebrow at the closeness of the pair. Only Hermione seemed unsurprised and merely watched as Harry sleepily made his way over to the punch table with Draco close behind. Harry reached for one of the drinks with some trepidation, after all, the party was organized by the twins, but he figured that any alcohol that might be present would be safe enough and if it was a potion… then he was too thirsty to care. Draco, however, moved up behind Harry and snaked his arms around Harry’s torso, smacking his hand away and grabbing the drink that Harry had been reaching for. Draco whispered a little in Harry’s ear, making him blush, and began to drag him to one of the unoccupied couches near the other trio.

Draco gracefully sunk into the empty couch opposite of Ron and Hermione and quickly tugged Harry into his lap, causing Harry to “eep” rather indignantly. Draco grinned unrepentantly and Seamus snorted his laughter.

“Well lads, having fun?” Seamus asked, cheekily. Draco merely responded with a lazy glare in his direction while Harry muttered something about having a good time and how he was still going to kill the twins for whatever else they had in store for the evening.

Hermione, seeing the whipped look on Harry’s face, took the punch from him and cast a rejuvenating spell over it. “Here you go, Harry. This should perk you up a bit. You’ve been dancing for hours.”

Harry sent her a grateful smile and downed a few large gulps thankfully. Right afterwards, Harry beamed in the direction of the clever witch, “Thanks, Hermione. That was better than coffee.”

Draco grinned wickedly, “So I guess that will keep you… up… all night, will it?”

Harry nearly choked on his drink while Seamus doubled over in a fit of laughter. Ron was gaping at the pair until Hermione jabbed him in the chest with her elbow, an amused smile on her face as well. Harry then repaid Draco with a short jab in the shoulder himself, giving him a glare that came off as more of a pout.

“Hey Ron,” Seamus finally spat out. “I don’t think the twins made a mistake with the picture after all.”

Ron cast a scandalized look over towards Harry, who turned away with a strong blush on his face, but didn’t deny it either way. Even the miniature Draco by Harry’s shoulder looked over towards Ron with a look and pose that screamed, “Duh!” Hermione nudged Ron again causing Ron to look away with the beginnings of resignation on his face. Seamus just chuckled some more and threw out the most blatant question at Harry, “So how long have you preferred blokes, Harry?”

Harry cast an interested look at his shoes, “Don’t have a preference, really. I had no idea that I’d be around long enough to have a lasting relationship, anyway.” He shot a small smile at Draco, who rubbed his thighs comfortingly.

“Well, Harry,” Seamus continued cheerfully. “You could’ve just said so to begin with. I would have been more than happy to keep you company at night, no strings attached.” At this, Ron looked as though he was pretending he hadn’t heard that, Harry just shot a surprised look at Seamus, and Draco glared at the Irish prat for making the suggestion.

“Thank you for the offer, Seamus,” Harry said slowly. “But I don’t think I’m really up for a fling either. When I find somebody, I think it’ll be to last for a while.” He looked over at the cheery Irishman with an apologetic smile on his face and Seamus just waved him off.

“Not a problem, Harry. Besides, I think we each have other interests to look after,” Seamus gave Harry a saucy wink and Harry looked over at Hermione helplessly, only to find her looking back at him, more than amused. Harry sighed and slumped back into Draco, who laughed at Harry’s exasperation.

“Is this an Everybody-Tease-Harry Night?” Harry demanded of the ceiling. “Is that what birthday parties are for, to see how much it takes to go stark raving bonkers?”

The miniature Draco and the real one shared a laugh over Harry’s distress. Draco decided to respond to the rhetorical question anyway, “No, Harry. It’s actually a Who-Can-Make-Harry-Blush-The-Most Night.” At this, Harry promptly blushed and Draco grinned. “It looks like I’m winning,” he commented, smugly.

Harry just muttered something obscene and walked over to get some more punch, the miniature Draco now dancing enthusiastically around Harry in an effort to get his attention. The real blonde stretched back into the couch and openly leered at Harry’s posterior as he walked away. Ron made a gagging motion towards Hermione, but she ignored him and leaned towards Draco.

“So are you going to pursue him, then?” she asked, calmly, as Seamus listened attentively.

Draco lazily returned his gaze from the more interesting scenery to the curious witch in front of him. “You could say that I’ve already started,” he drawled. After a moment of thought, he smirked and mused, “I think that Fred and George’s prank actually helped things along a bit. I’ll have to remember to thank them.”

Hermione nodded sagely, “Just don’t go hurting him or you will regret it.”

Draco took a moment to look her over and seemed to accept that she was very serious. “I won’t,” he said. In a softer tone, he looked over towards Harry and said, “I can’t.”

Hermione grinned and looked over towards the dance floor. It seemed as though the party was winding down. Already people had left and with the dance floor thinning, others were beginning to break apart as well. As Harry rejoined them, Hermione took Ron’s hand and stood up. “It’s been a wonderful time, Harry,” she told him, “but I’m starting to feel rather knackered. Will you take me home, Ron?”

Ron started and nodded his assent, “Guess the lady’s the word, mate,” he told Harry, ignoring yet another painful jab from Hermione. “Had a bloody good time, though.”

Harry just beamed at them, “Thanks for being here, guys.” The sincerity poured off of his lips and they all grinned at the sparkle in his eyes. If anybody had deserved a good party, they were sure it was Harry. They said their good-byes and the numbers dwindled until only a few were left. At that point, Fred and George came up to Harry, who had found himself in Draco’s lap, once again, with a rather befuddled expression on his face.

“Here, here, Harry. Really smashing party,” George declared.

Harry shook his head, “The credit is yours. You planned everything and then some.” Harry insisted on giving credit where it was due.

“Well that’s because we’re Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes and we give nothing but the best,” Fred bragged, swaggering around a bit. George laughed with his brother and they high-fived and basically went about looking ridiculous. Harry chuckled at them, shaking his head.

“Well, since it was such a great party, why don’t you let me take care of the clean-up?” Harry offered. “I’m sure you two must be tired after all the work you did.”

“No, no, no, Harry!” Fred exclaimed, reaching forward to grasp Harry’s hands. “It’s still your birthday! The only thing we want you to do is enjoy yourself.”

“No worries, Harry,” George insisted, as he saw Harry about to protest. “Just a few flicks of the wand and we’re set. Now why don’t you go on to bed and let us take care of everything down here? We can let ourselves out afterwards.”

Harry spoke insistently, “If it’s only a few spells, then surely I can…”

George interrupted, exasperated, “The only thing we want to see you doing, Harry, is walking up those stairs.”

Harry fidgeted a bit, debating on whether he should just do as the twins told him when Draco suddenly grasped his legs and stood up with Harry in his arms, bridal style. Draco rolled his eyes and spoke to the twins, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t even have to do that. Stop fidgeting, Harry.” With that, he gave the twins a nod and headed for the stairs with an indignant Harry protesting the whole time. Fred and George gave each other identical perverted grins and then went about cleaning up the place.

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Upstairs, Draco brought Harry to what he was sure was the master bedroom and carried Harry over the threshold with a curious look on his face. Stopping just inside the room, Harry blushed and twisted out of Draco’s grasp. He stumbled a bit and Draco calmly reached out and held his waist for balance. Stilled, Harry shot a glance at Draco, who was looking about the room curiously.

“Umm,” Harry began. “Thanks for, uh, bringing me up.” He searched for something else to say but couldn\'t quite get around the fact that the handsome Slytherin was currently standing in his bedroom.

“You’re welcome,” Draco said simply, wandering over to Harry’s desk towards the side of the room. The dark mahogany desk was one of the best features in Harry’s room. The sides were hand carved to look like vines and carried the design all over corner surface. Over it was a mirror with the same twisting vine design in the same dark mahogany framework. It was a family heirloom that Harry had tracked down through his mother’s background. Apparently, the desk was supposed to go to Lily from her mother, but she had died before her parents were able to ship it to their house. Devastated, Lily’s mother had sold it, and it had traveled through many antique shops. After finding some family memorabilia by chance in the Dursley’s garage, Harry had found records of several family items that had not been in the Potter’s house when Voldemort had destroyed it and he had hunted them down. This desk was his most cherished possession from his mother’s side. The rest of the décor reflected the art of the desk, with green walls in silver and gold leaf patterns. For the bed frame, Harry had ordered the same design made on the posts and draped his bed in velvet greens.

Harry watched as Draco ran a hand over the smooth surface of the desk and turn towards the room in general. He wondered what had Draco so fascinated, and was mildly surprised when Draco said, “Nice room, Harry. Not in Gryffindor colors, though.” He threw Harry a smirk.

Harry shrugged lightly, “Well, the Sorting Hat wanted me in Slytherin anyway.” He moved over to lean against the nearest bedpost, “Besides, I always liked green,” Harry shrugged again, mildly embarrassed, though he didn’t quite know why.

Draco quirked an eyebrow at the mention of the Sorting Hat, but didn’t comment on it. Instead, he moved over towards Harry, brushed a hair off of his face, and purred, “It suits you. It matches your eyes.” Harry blushed and looked down from Draco’s intense gaze and Draco chuckled. “You do turn a lovely shade of Gryffindor red, however,” he noted, amused.

Harry looked up at Draco, and his breath caught. “Draco…” he breathed, not sure what exactly he wanted to say.

Draco gave him an intense look and then grinned, “Wasn’t I supposed to put you to bed?” Without hesitating, Draco lifted Harry up and tossed him on the bed, Harry looking up at him with wide eyes.

Blinking for a moment, Harry laughed. “Draco, I still need to get ready for bed,” he said, amused. Why get in bed when he would just have to go change anyway?

Draco leered at him, “Dear me, how could I have forgotten?” He followed Harry up onto the bed, Harry watching him with wide eyes and began to unbutton Harry’s shirt.

“I could just do that myself,” Harry murmured, not moving to stop the sexy blonde.

“But you’re the birthday boy, aren’t you?” Draco purred. “Just let me do all the work, alright, Harry?” Harry gazed at Draco’s fine blonde head and ached to run his fingers through it, just barely restraining himself. Draco finished plucking the buttons apart and ran his hands up Harry’s chest, eliciting a small shiver in Harry, to his shoulders, brushing off the silky material. Thunderstorm eyes stared into Harry’s electric green ones as Draco edged the material off Harry’s arms, tossing it aside. Moving his hands back down Harry’s chest, Draco’s nimble fingers unbuttoned the top of Harry’s pants, slowly sliding the zipper down as Draco watched Harry nervously lick his lips. Unable to resist, Draco leaned in and tasted those lips for himself.

Harry’s eyes closed as he gasped at Draco’s touch, and the Slytherin took the invitation to enter Harry’s mouth, entwining his tongue with Harry’s. As he had with the dance earlier, Harry let himself go at Draco’s ministrations, allowing his fingers to stroke Draco’s hair, noting its softness. He couldn’t explain what it was about Draco that he allowed his guard to drop. The Slytherin was gorgeous, of course, and they had made their truce, but it was as if Harry felt completely safe with Draco. Harry had never felt that kind of safety before and he melted under its influence.

Harry raised his hips so that Draco could push his pants off his legs, moaning softly as Draco’s hands ghosted over his growing erection. Moving his hands down Draco’s back to his waist, Harry began to raise Draco’s turtleneck until the blonde pulled back to look down at Harry.

Draco tsked softly at Harry, “This is your night, Harry. Just relax for a bit, okay? I can handle this.” He smirked and made a short gesture towards the tent in Harry’s boxers. Blushing, Harry turned his head aside and blinked at the sight that he saw. The miniature Draco had followed them to the bed. Harry hadn’t noticed because he had been so focused on Draco, but now he saw the hologram laying next to him on the pillow sporting an erection itself as it watched them. The hologram gave Harry a grin, identical to the one that Draco also wore and it slowly began to pleasure itself. Harry made an undignified noise and wound up looking back at Draco, who was watching him carefully.

With a slow, sexy grin, Draco bent down to Harry’s chest and planted a kiss on his collarbone. Running a hand to Harry’s nipple, Draco tweaked it and nibbled his way down towards the other one, making Harry gasp and twitch beneath him. Draco licked at a nipple and Harry arched his back in a silent cry at the electric feeling that ran through him with that one gesture. He alternated between licking and pinching the two nipples until he continued his way down the planes of Harry’s stomach. It wasn’t very muscled, but it was firm and soft beneath Draco’s tongue. He paused just above Harry’s boxers and slowly tugged those down. By now Harry was whimpering for Draco to touch him where he most needed it. Draco waited a moment or so before licking the head, tasting Harry’s precum. Harry moaned out, “Draco!” and nearly thrust up into that sweet mouth before restraining himself.

Sensing Harry’s restraint, Draco began to do everything in his power to drive Harry mad. Going down over the head, Draco alternatively sucked and licked the warm flesh, the adding a hand to pump the base in time with the thrusts of his head. Harry moaned incoherently and began to pant in his efforts to maintain some control. To this, Draco used his other hand to stroke Harry’s balls, cupping them and rolling them gently for added pleasure. Harry felt his heart racing, his thoughts lost on everything but the sensations that Draco was giving to him. He held on to his impending orgasm, determined to make the pleasure last as long as possible. Realizing that Harry was still holding back, Draco removed one hand from Harry’s cock and moved to Harry’s entrance, teasing the pucker gently. Giving a particularly hard suck, Draco inserting a finger at the same time and Harry came hard, crying out Draco’s name. Draco swallowed it all and licked his lips, relishing Harry’s distinct flavor.

Harry tried to regain his breath as Draco moved to lie next to him. Draco gently kissed Harry’s cheek, in a rather chaste manner after what he had done, and Harry couldn’t help but turn and capture those sweet lips again. He could taste himself on Draco’s lips and it thrilled him to taste the heady mixture of Draco and himself. Wanting to share his pleasure, Harry moved a hand down Draco’s body once again, to his pants this time and began to unfasten the button. Harry made a frustrated sound when he was stopped yet again by Draco’s hand batting him away.

“You don’t have to do any work, Harry,” he murmured. “I’ll do it and you can just relax, all right?” Draco began to tug down his zipper and shift out of his pants when Harry made a dissenting sound.

“Draco,” Harry breathed. “Would you…? If you’d like, I mean…” he hesitated and Draco smiled gently at Harry’s timid manner. Harry looked at Draco, eyes shining with a combination of lust, sincerity, and (Draco hoped) love. “Would you take me?” Harry asked softly.

Draco’s eyes gleamed at Harry’s words and he whispered, “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this, Harry…”

Harry stroked Draco’s face gently and smiled, “I’m sure.” He moved to kiss Draco again and was satisfied to feel Draco move into the kiss. He made a move to take off Draco’s pants again and was pleased that Draco only shifted to help Harry move them down. Harry was a little surprised to feel that Draco hadn’t worn any underwear, and very pleased. Draco took a moment to kick off the offending clothes and both he and Harry moved to take off his turtleneck. Harry trailed his hands over Draco’s chest, stopping at his nipples and allowing Draco to manage the rest of his shirt. Draco sucked in a breath when Harry tweaked them and leaned forward to nibble at his collarbone. Tossing the turtleneck aside, Draco leaned into Harry, thrusting his tongue into Harry’s mouth with an intensity that took their breath away. Very slowly, Draco lowered himself over Harry, drawing out the moment as their erections came in contact with each other.

The touch spread fire through each of them and they couldn’t help but grind against each other. They kissed each other desperately, building up the friction until Draco couldn’t stand it any longer. He panted and asked, “Have you got anything for this?”

“Drawer,” Harry gasped. “Next to the bed.” Draco reached over and noticed his miniature self, panting and thrusting on the pillow next to them. He spared it a trademark smirk and a chuckle before groping around for the drawer and pulling out some strawberry flavored lubricant. Draco took a look at it and managed to cock an eyebrow at Harry, who simply shrugged and grinned.

Looking into Harry’s eyes, Draco felt himself getting lost in their emerald depths and he leaned down to kiss Harry sweetly before kneeling in between Harry’s legs. Carefully coating his fingers, Draco nudged Harry’s legs further apart so that he could have better access. He looked up to watch Harry’s face as he pressed one finger into Harry’s passage. Harry squirmed a little, but didn’t feel any pain so far; it just felt… odd. Pumping in and out a couple of times, Draco inserted a second finger and this time Harry’s face turned anxious and Draco could tell that he was trying not to tense up. Draco leaned down to take Harry’s erection into his mouth again and was pleased to hear Harry gasp in pleasure again. Sucking slowly, Draco scissorred his fingers inside Harry, trying to prepare him the as much as he could. Adding a third slick finger, Draco pumped in and out, still sucking Harry in an effort to keep him relaxed.

Harry breathed deeply. He realized that Draco was doing all he could to make this comfortable and that touched him deeply. Right now, though, he just wanted to feel Draco inside him. Harry knew that once he got used to the penetration, Draco would bring him more pleasure than he had ever thought possible. He reached a hand down to stroke the blonde hair and tug gently at Draco’s cheek. “I’m ready, Draco,” he whispered. “Please take me now. I need to feel you in me.”

Surprised over the tender words of his Gryffindor, Draco could only comply with Harry’s request. Giving Harry a nod, he positioned himself and moved into Harry. He couldn’t hold back a groan. Harry was so tight, he fitted Draco like a glove. Draco moved slowly, trying to ease Harry’s adjustment, but he didn’t stop until he was completely sheathed. Brushing a hair out of Harry’s face, he murmured if Harry was all right? Harry nodded and experimentally thrust up, enjoying the sensation and the expression of pleasure on Draco’s face. They began a rhythm, moving fluidly with each other as they kissed and caressed each other. It was a new dance shared between just the two of them, and when Draco struck that spot in Harry, Harry cried out and increased the pace. Sweating, they felt themselves climb towards the brink and Harry caved first, screaming out Draco’s name. With the combination of Harry’s contracting passage and his name on his new lover’s lips, Draco came with a drawn out moan.

They collapsed where they lay; Draco draped over Harry like a human blanket. Trying to catch their breath, Harry closed his eyes and reveled in the feel and scent of Draco all around him. Nuzzling Harry’s hair, Draco turned his head to the side to breathe and actually giggled at what he saw, he was that out of it. Harry tried to turn his head, “What is it, Draco?”

Draco laughed, “It seems my little person had fun as well.” He lifted his head so Harry could peek at the nearly forgotten hologram, chuckling himself when he saw the miniature Draco with it’s fingers in it’s ass and pumping it’s erection with the other hand, a pleased look on it’s face. Harry couldn’t even find the effort in him to feel embarrassed.

“Well it does seem to be as perverted as you are,” Harry muttered, sleepily.

“What? I am not perverted,” Draco protested mildly. “I’m a sexual artist.”

Harry pressed his face into the crook of Draco’s neck, “Sure, okay.” Nuzzling Draco’s skin like a kitten, Harry tenderly kissed his neck and whispered, “I love you anyway.”

Smiling gently at his love, Draco simply replied, “I love you too.” With that, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning they would make love again, notice the hologram had finally disappeared (with a sigh of relief from Harry and some rather lewd comments from Draco), and go downstairs to find the house spotless. The only thing left was a box from Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, holding a dozen copies of hologram-charmed trinkets of both Harry and Draco. Draco only laughed when Harry banged his head on the breakfast table in frustration.

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A/N: ^_^ This was fun. I hope you all liked it! I know I did.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, language, plots, or locations from Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling, the writer, holds all rights to Harry Potter and this story is only created for pleasure, not profit.