Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with it. They are all property if J.K Rowling. I really wish I could own Draco though, but only when he is in the make-up from Prisoner of Azkaban. He was absolutely delicious. I'm getting of topic. Enjoy.
Summary: Draco and Harry are back for their 7th year at Hogwarts and have the worst assignment ever. They must live with each other for the whole year. It would be so easy if Draco wasn't always parading around the room with his sculpted body and dreamy eyes. Not to mention that smile. Merlin it was going to be along year.
Warning: This story will contain explicit male on male sex. If that doesn't float your boat then I have no idea why you chose a story that had an M rating. And if you read the summary and still clicked then you are a masochistic.
Author's Note: In my mind Dumbles is still dead but he dies from brain cancer. I knew all that eye twinkling was bad. Its not DH complaint or HBP compliant, well not completely anyway.
Chapter One: An Angel and Demon Story
"Draco!" Blaise called. "Hey! Draco, wait up," said Blaise, completely out of breath. Draco turned and looked at his best friend and fellow Slytherin. It was still kind of awkward to be alone with one another since they were still in that whole post-breakup phase.
"Hey Blaise. What's up?" said Draco.
"Draco I," Blaise panted, "wanted to invite… you to my beginning… of term… party," said Blaise, still in pain from running those grueling four yards down the hall. For someone so fit-looking, and Draco meant really fit-looking, Blaise was really out of shape.
"Um, okay, I see no harm in that," said Draco.
"Great. It's tonight in the room of requirement. It's password protected, so the password is… green silk boxers."
"Er, alright, I suppose. It's odd, but creative. I guess that's how you know it's a Slytherin party. What time?"
"The party starts at 6 p.m. and ends whenever you pass out," Blaise said, laughing lightly. "But if you can hold you liquor, then it ends at 6 a.m." He paused for a minute like there was something else that he wanted to say, and then suddenly he remembered.
"Oh, there'll be some 'Hangover Be Gone' at the door when you leave so that the teachers won't suspect anything in the morning." With a mock salute and a bow, Blaise made his way back towards the castle. If Draco was correct, which he was, Blaise had a free period now. He knew this because he had missed many Care of Magical Creatures lessons when they were dating. The lucky bastard was going to go and sleep for a full hour.
Draco, however, had to keep walking, since actually had class to go to next. He really hated Care of Magical Creatures since his rational thinking went like this: If you are walking and, all of a sudden, some random, wild animal comes at you, are you going to go, "Hey, animal, stay right there and don't attack me so that I can consult this book and see what you like to eat and what you hate so that you can go away?" No, you'll stun the creature and run like hell. And if that doesn't work, cast every spell you know and then run like hell. Either way, the plan you form should involve running like hell. Unless, of course, the animal was small, then you could merely kick it out of the way. Hey, no one said that it was a perfect theory or method, but it did work. As much as he detested that class, he couldn't quit because he needed it to stay Head Boy. Looks like it will be all snores for him until the party.
"Harry! Harry!" someone yelled. Harry turned around to address the person. It was Seamus Finnigan.
"Harry, are you going to that Slytherin party tonight?" Seamus said, his heavy Irish lilt putting emphasis on pretty much the entire sentence.
"Seamus," Harry said. "I don't mean to be rude, but what on earth are you talking about? Slytherin parties are for Slytherins and in case you haven't noticed, I'm not a Slytherin. Even if I was one, I'm not on good terms… with any of them."
"No, Harry, you don't understand. The Slytherins are on this whole inter-house unity kick. I think it's just so they could get a school approved party, but all the 7th years are invited. So are you in?"
Harry thought about it for a while. Why would he want to go to the party? Wouldn't they just make fun of him, call him names, and generally mess with him all night? But then again, what if they really had changed? What if they're intending to be nice to him and treat him like a human being? He might even make some friends, and, if not, he battled Voldemort several times and won. He can take some lowly Slytherins.
"Alright, Seamus, I'll go. Give me the details."
"Brilliant! It's in the Room of Requirement. There's a password, too, are you ready for it because it's so Slytherin?" Seamus gave Harry a cheeky grin. "Green silk boxers. What kind of bloody tosser makes that the password! Anyway, the party starts at 6." He told Harry the remainder of the details, mentioning the 'Hangover Be Gone' quickly before he added, "You ready for a night of crazy fun?" with a slight leer on his face.
"Can't wait Seamus." And with that, he was off to find Hermione to help him decide what to wear.
"Really, Hermione? I am not wearing mesh. Honestly, I'm not trying to have everyone think I'm a bloody ponce." Frustrated, he plopped down his bed with a sigh.
"Look, Hermione, I appreciate your help, but its not really working. I think I'd be better off picking my own outfit."
"Harry James Potter! You asked for my help, so now you are going to get it. I think I've got it, hold on." She ran to his trunk and started throwing things out. She came up with two items. She performed some complicated spells and then stood up.
"Eureka! I've found it. May I present to you your attire for this evening?" She showed him a silky, fitted, green shirt that was the exact shade of his eyes and some skinny jeans. They would ride low on his hips but bring a lot of focus to his arse.
"Oh, and Harry? Just in case you get lucky tonight, you might want to take of those ugly, over-sized boxers. Wear some black boxer briefs. Women go crazy for them," She said lightly with a blush. Harry saw this and burst out laughing.
"Honestly, Hermione, I don't need to know what floats yours and Ron's boat. I bet you bought him several pairs. Oh Merlin! That's an image that I didn't need in my head."
"Harry James Potter! That serves you right. Your revulsion is your punishment. And don't forget what I said about the boxer briefs. I once did a survey, and it is, indeed, very true."
"Thanks, I'll be sure to keep that in mind." And with that, he set out for the party.
Draco stood in front of the mirror a mere two minutes before the party still deciding on what he should wear.
"Hmm… I want to look even sexier than I already do, so what should I wear?" he though aloud. "I know." He glided, that's right, glided, gracefully to his trunk. He pulled out his palest, fitted, silk blue shirt. It was so pale that it appeared to be silver. He took out his black skinny jeans and pair of black boxer briefs. He checked his appearance in the mirror, fixing his hair so that it just barely fell into his eyes. He knew that when his hair was like that, he could get whatever he wanted. He could get McGonagall herself to give him a homework pass, if executed properly. With his hair in that style, it gave him a mysterious stranger look that made him so irresistible.
"Pansy, darling, can you come in here for a minute?" She bounded up the stairs and walked through the door. When she laid eyes on Draco, she drooled. Literally drooled, making a line of dribble down her face and off of her chin.
"Thank you, Pansy, that will be all." She exited the room, nearly hitting the door on her way out. She looked dazed and confused like she had been hit with an exceptionally strong Confundus charm. It was the exact the reaction that Draco was looking for. This had the beginnings of a wonderful evening. He looked at his watch; the party had been going for about thirty minutes.
Perfect, he thought. Now, for my grand entrance.
Draco made his way to the Room of Requirement, looking his absolute best. He took great pains to take to the long way there to boost his ego. During his little journey, he decided to make a game out of the reactions he got out of girls and tally up the results. By the end of his journey, he had made twelve girls cry, twenty-six girls drool, and thirty-four girls actually walk directly into a wall. Some first year in Hufflepuff tried to take a scrap of his clothing, but he sent her on her way with one of his monogrammed handkerchiefs. She then proceeded to cry and run into a wall.
Yep, Draco thought. It's good to be me.
Author's Note: Okay so that was the first chapter. What do you think? Should I continue or not? Tell me what you the readers think. I really am nothing without you. And for those of you that know me. I fully intend to finish this story. I already have the outline. Oh and another thing. I don't mind flames just as long as you have at least one thing good to say. I'm gonna end this little ramble now. Thanks for reading. Please Read and Review.