You Know You Want To...

DISCLAIMER: I don’t Harry Potter! Or Draco Malfoy! But what I’d do to them if I did. *Shudder* Oh man, I need a drink…

SUMMARY: Post War. The students have been encouraged to have inter-house unity parties. Draco has been a no-show, that is until the prospect of seeing one green eyed Gryffindor changes his mind.

WARNING: CONTAINS MALE ON MALE INTERCOURSE!!! If you don’t like it then don’t read it. Will contain HJ, oral, rimming (maybe), anal, etc. NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 17!!!!

A/N: The first chapter doesn’t explain much, but everything will, hopefully, come together. This is a oneshot, but broken up into parts. That’s kind of an oxymoron, isn’t it? Ha!

Also, this story was inspired by the song "Eagle Mount Drive" by an awesome band called Valencia. If you want me to put the lyrics in somewhere, just tell me and I will. Okay on with the story

‘DRACO’S INNER SELF’
‘Draco’s conscience’
“Speech”
‘General thoughts’
‘Song lyrics’

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“Where are you two going?” asked Draco Malfoy sharply. His two housemates, and best friends, jumped at his commanding voice, turning on their heels and plastering grins on their faces. They hoped to Merlin they looked as not-guilty-of-sneaking-behind-Draco’s-back as possible.

Draco arched an elegantly shaped eyebrow at his friends’ dodgy façade. He knew were up to something. Blaise was blinking rapidly while still trying to maintain an “innocent” smile on his face. Pansy was wringing her hands and let out a sudden squeak (seeing as Blaise elbowed her in the ribs) and sent a hard glare to her partner in crime.

Draco just waited as patiently as he could manage for them to explain themselves. He wasn’t sure if he should be amused or angry. He hated it when his friends kept secrets and didn’t let him in on the fun. But it was fun to watch them try. He decided that, for the moment, he would settle for the former.

“Oh, ha ha, Draco!” she exclaimed in mock surprise, “We didn’t see you there!” At this Draco rolled his eyes. What a pathetic attempt at Slytherin cunning. A Gryffindor could do better. Hell, a Hufflepuff could do better!

Blaise elbowed her again and huffed in frustration, obviously aware that her ruse wasn’t working. Apparently he was just as appalled by her failed cover up as he was. He calmly (or as calmly as he could, considering who they were lying to) gestured to the door saying, “Yeah, we thought we’d go for a walk…” trailing off at the skeptical look on the blonde’s face.

“A walk?”

“Yeah. It’s such a nice day and--”

“It’s raining,” stated Draco.

“Oh--erm--right. Well we could still have a walk around the castle…” he continued as both he and Pansy migrated toward the door to exit the common room.

“Stop.” Pansy and Blaise stopped and their not-so-guilty grins turned to most-definitely-guilty.

“You have three seconds to tell me what you two are up to before I jinx you both into next week,” said Draco as calmly as if he were talking about Quidditch. Pansy laughed nervously while Blaise cleared his throat a few times.

“One--”

“All right, all right! We’re going to a party!” Pansy said in a rush of breath. Better not to delay the inevitable, right?

“A party?”

“That’s right.”

“Where?”

“…”

“Two--” warned Draco again. Clearing her throat, Pansy mumbled the answer, not at all ready for upcoming back lash.

“I’m sorry Pansy, I didn’t catch that. Where. Is. The. Party?”

“Gryffindor,” she stated a little louder this time, not at all proud of her cracking vocal chords. She really was a lousy Slytherin these days.

“Gryffindor?” Draco echoed.

“Yeah. They’re hosting this week’s inter-house unity party,” explained Blaise carefully.

“And you’re going?” asked Draco incredulously, obviously disgusted at the prospect of partying with Gryffindors.

“Oh course!” said Pansy, “We were invited! In fact, all sixth and seventh year Slytherins were invited.”

“Is that right?” asked Draco in a bored tone as he picked at the under sides of his nails.

Blaise nodded, even though Draco wasn’t even watching, and added, “Even you.”

Draco’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline in shock. That couldn’t be right. All the Gryffindors despised him!

“You know, you still have time to get ready,” said Pansy, hoping that her now anti-social friend would come to the party. All year Draco had refused to go to any of the inter-house unity parties. He claimed that “Hufflepuffs don’t know how to party!” and “Ravenclaws bore me to death!”.

“That’s quite all right Pans. Like I want to hang out with a bunch of Gryffindorks. You go and let them brainwash you.” He sniffed haughtily and crossed his arms indignantly.

Pansy and Blaise shared knowing looks. They could tell he wanted to go, but was just being too stubborn.

“Well fine,” said Blaise as they turned to leave. As the two Slytherins reached the portrait door, Blaise glanced back over his shoulder and noticed that Draco was watching them out of the corner of his eyes, eyebrows knitted together, so he added, “But if you change your mind, here are the directions.” He left a small torn piece of parchment on a table near the exit.

Soon they were gone, and the blonde was left alone to argue with his inner self.

‘You know you want to go.’

‘NO I DON’T! WHY WOULD I, DRACONIAS ALEXANDER MALFOY, WANT TO HANG OUT WITH HARRY BLOODY SODDING POTTER?!’

‘I never said anything about Potter.’

‘YEAH YOU--WAIT, ER…WHATEVER! SHUT UP!!’

‘Just go. The only reason you’re not is because you don’t want see Potter.’

‘…’

‘And besides, you can’t hide anything from me. I’m you, so I know all about your crush on him.’

‘Grrr…’

‘You know you--’

“OKAY!! Bloody hell, I’ll go!” shouted the blonde as he jumped from his seat and ran up the stairs as gracefully as could manage. He changed into something more party appropriate, opting for dark blue denim skinny jeans and a dark grey button up dress shirt. After a look in the mirror, which told him looked good enough to eat, which made him smirk, and worked a bit of magical combing and hair styling, he ran back down the stairs stopping briefly to grab the parchment with the directions.

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Draco was really expecting the party to be in the Room of Requirements, or even the Gryffindor Common Room, but was surprised to find the party was being held in the Shrieking Shack, which was not-so-shrieking anymore, considering that Remus Lupin wasn’t using it for a hideout these days. He followed the well detailed directions, and as he came to the entrance he fumbled with the handle. He yelped in shock as the new brass handle burned his palm.

“Password!”

The blonde jumped in surprise as a voice rang out. He didn’t know there was going to be such stringent security. Well he should have figured since the party was being held out of bounds, but this? A guard at the door? ‘I don’t see anyone…’

“Psst,” said the voice and Draco finally took notice of a face that was protruding from the door. It looked bored, as if it had gone through this a hundred times already.

“I--I don’t have a password,” said Draco hesitantly.

“Of course you do. Look to your parchment,” said the door kindly. Draco looked down at the parchment and saw that the once detailed directions to the shack were now a single word: “Lycanthropy.” He smirked at the irony of the password considering where they were.

Draco stated the password firmly, hoping that his steeled nervous wouldn’t abandon him once he was inside. The face in the door smiled and swung open, immediately bombarding Draco with light and music.

“Oy!” shouted someone from inside, “Close the bloody door!” The Slytherin walked past the threshold and the door slammed itself behind him, obviously very miffed at being called “bloody.”

To say he was impressed was an understatement. He’d never been in the Shrieking Shack, but he was sure it was painstaking work turning it from dilapidated shack to party pad. He would have to ask how they got the old place to stay up. One would think that they place would collapse if you even spoke too loud.

The music assaulted his ears and the lights dazzled his eyes, and he squinted to see any of his fellow house mates. He felt like a complete fool standing by the door, so he slowly snaked his way through the crowd to a spot in the back where he spotted Blaise and Pansy.

“You decided to come!” shouted Blaise over the loud music, raising his mug of fire whisky, which was smoking ominously. Pansy was nodding her head to the music as she watched all the students. (Pansy was a people watcher at heart, and liked to observe her surroundings first before jumping in and participating.)

Soon Draco spotted Seamus Finnegan walking by with a number of smoking mugs and bottles of butterbeer. He handed one to the blonde, thanking him for coming to the party before moving off to hand out more drinks.

The music playing was unfamiliar to Draco, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it. He found himself bobbing his head to the sounds eighty’s new wave.

“This is Dead or Alive!” Pansy stated off-handedly over the synth. Draco and Blaise quirked their eyebrows, wondering how she new that tid bit of Muggle information. “What?” she asked as she shrugged her shoulders.

The students on the dance floor were doing a frantic dance of circles, singing the words:

‘You spin me right ‘round baby
Right ‘round
Like a record baby
Right ‘round, ‘round, ‘round.

You spin me right ‘round baby
Right ‘round
Like a record baby
Right ‘round, ‘round, ‘round.’

Draco turned from the dancing teens and let his eyes wander around the room. He didn’t realize that there were so many sixth and seventh years students. There had to be a hundred kids stuffed into the shack at that moment. Some other students were gingerly walking up and down the stairs as well. As he scanned the crowd his eyes landed on the one person that had been so far absent.

Harry Potter.

He looked incredible! It was an ironic coincidence that they were similarly dressed. His pants were light grey skinny jeans and his shirt was a light blue button up dress shirt. His glasses were still in place, but instead of being the ugly ones he used to wear, they were a more sophisticated frame, square in shape, and thin wire. His hair didn’t seem to be as messy as usual, but styled rather sexily. He was holding a bottle of butterbeer and laughing with Granger and Weasley. As he took a sip of his drink his eyes scanned the crowd too, and the inevitable happened sooner then Draco would’ve liked.

Potter’s gaze landed on him and Draco was well aware that he was caught staring. But he didn’t plan on looking away like a shy school girl! He schooled his features into a saucy smirk and raised his own drink in salute. He watched in interest as Granger and Weasley looked over to him as well, and waved.

Odd.

Soon enough Granger was talking animatedly with Potter about something or other, pointing over shoulder.

“What’d you reckon they’re saying?” asked Pansy loudly. Draco shrugged his shoulders, completely perplexed. Draco watched as Potter vigorously shook his head and Weasley laughed out loud at his friend’s expense. Granger elbowed Weasley in the ribs right then, and Draco was reminded of his two friends. He realized then that he and Potter were not that different after all.

The blonde felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see Blaise pointing to the dance floor in the middle of the room. He turned to see what caught the Italian’s attention and saw Potter getting up and shaking his head.

“Bet Granger told him to come over!” Blaise shouted in Draco’s ear. He merely nodded, unable to take his eyes off the sensual sway of Potter’s hips. The raven-haired boy--no man…Potter was a man now--ran a shaky hand through his hair as he crossed the room. The hand that was in his hair rubbed the back of his neck, as if it were stiff. As he closed the distance between himself and the blonde he seemed to have steeled his nerves. He straightened his back and added an extra sway to his hips, causing a gathering crowd to hoot and throw cat calls. It seemed to Draco that the Gryffindors knew something he didn’t. Potter just smiled and threw a bird at his house mates, which caused more cat calls.

Draco didn’t realize that Pansy and Blaise were snickering behind him, the music being too loud anyway, and could really care less, as Potter closed the final distance between them. As soon as he was directly in front him, Potter grabbed Draco’s drink from his hand, handed it to Blaise, who struggled to keep a straight face, and put his mouth close to Draco’s ear.

“You wanna dance?” Potter asked hotly, running a digit down the blonde’s chest suggestively. He pulled back and Draco gauged his expression for treachery. What he saw made up his mind. Potter’s eyes shone brightly with mischief, but underneath Draco saw uncertainty and…longing? Need? Hope? That’s all the blonde needed.

“Sure,” he answered quietly, knowing the Gryffindor would understand.

TBC….

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A/N: OMG. Where do I come up this stuff? I don’t guys, but to me it seems like I keep writing the same crap. But hey if you like it, that’s all that matters.

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