Draco glared at them. From the shadow's of Hermione Granger's front room, he glared at Blaise Zabini and Harry Potter – supposedly two of his closest friends.

"Dray-co!" a girl's voice suddenly shrieked, causing him to tear his gaze away from pair who were snogging on the couch and look at the person who had pounced on him. Literally pounced on him, as he had staggered backwards when she had jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He grinned slightly at her.

"Drunk, 'Mione?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

"No!" she exclaimed, before collapsing into giggles. "I'm a good girl! I don't get drunk!"

"Yeah, yeah. . ." he smirked, looking at her soaking wet hair and wrinkled clothes. "What's with the state your in, then? And where's Finnegan?"

Hermione smiled brightly. "Drying off."

"Drying off?"

"We. . . had a shower," she giggled once again.

"A shower?" Draco repeated, shifting her off his waist and onto a chair. Harry and Blaise had since stopped sucking face and were now looking at Hermione with interest. "Nice."

"Ooh, it was. It really was," she grinned. Then she suddenly she frowned, and looked down at her empty hand. "Hey! What happened to my vodka?"

Blaise laughed quietly. "You drank it, hun."

"I did? Aww no way. . . I'll have to get another one!"

And with that she jumped up, and raced into the kitchen, screaming, "Lavender, where's the drinks gone?!" as she did so.

Draco smiled and shook his head, before picking up his own bottle of beer. He let his eyes linger on Harry for a moment, who looked away quickly.

Draco sneered at him. Like he cared.

Harry was the one with the stupid crush on Draco, not the other way around. Merlin knows why after confessing this crush he went and made a show of how happy he was with Blaise, but. . . Draco didn't care. He wasn't hurt. No he wasn't.

Ah, it was a long story.

It was the Christmas holidays of Draco's seventh year. Over the past school year or so, Dumbledore had made it a mission of his to strengthen friendships between the houses of the Hogwarts. And in doing so, he had formed the unlikely friendship of quite a few people.

So now, with her parents away for the night at a Christmas party, Hermione had decided to throw a party of her own.

Harry, Ron, Draco, Seamus, Justin, Lavender, Pansy, Ginny and Blaise had all been invited by the hostess.

Harry and Blaise – both out of the closet, and happy to admit they were gay – were a couple. Not a great couple, as they argued all the bloody time, but a couple none the less.

One of the main problems between the pair was that Harry had the biggest crush on Draco. Always had, and looked like he always would. He had only really asked Blaise out because he couldn't have a certain Mr Malfoy. He knew Draco was totally out of his league.

Yet, in a drunken haze not even a week ago, Harry had gone and poured his heart out to his crush.

Admitted to him that Blaise would never be him, and he would always be lusting after Draco.

This, of course, had shaken Draco. In the short time that they had been friends, he and Harry had become close. Very close.

And this made it weird.

Not because Draco was against gays, or anything.

Oh no. Draco was all for men, actually. And girls. Yeah, our Drake is Bi. Ever the greedy one, he has to have both. It's what came of him being a spoilt brat.

What made it weird, was that it was Harry. And he hadn't thought of him like that before.

But now that he was, and Blaise was sat pinning the boy he was thinking about to the couch and trying to see how far his tongue would go down his throat. . . Draco was jealous.

Yes. It was true. Draco. Jealous.

And he hated himself for it.

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"I can't play this!" Ginny whined loudly, as she, Pansy, Lavender, Justin and Ron were tangled up in a game of Twister. "It's hard!"

"But a fucking great invention," Ron smirked, glancing up to the perfect view up Pansy's skirt.

"Ron!" Pansy exclaimed, before laughing giddily.

Sigh. Teenage drink binges, eh?

"I'm gunna fall, I'm gunna fall. . ." Justin warned, before his right leg slipped on the mat and he went flying forward. He laughed as he stood up, avoiding the smack around the head Lavender was sending him, as he'd managed to make her slip in the process too.

"What's going on in here?" Draco asked as he entered the Dining Room, where he had gone to get another shot of Vodka.

"Twister!" Justin exclaimed, walking over to the blonde. "Pass us one of them, eh Drake?"

Draco passed Justin the shot, and the pair of them downed the drinks in one.

"Ugh," Justin wrinkled his nose at the taste, while Draco merely laughed. This made Justin smirk at him.

"What?"

"You have a great smile, Malfoy."

Draco grinned and rolled his eyes. He didn't reply, simply turned around to head back into the front room.

"And one sexy arse," Justin growled, slipping his arms around Draco's waist and walking with him.

Again, Draco laughed. The noise made Harry glance up, and his eyes fixed on the pair.

"Harry!" Justin cried. "Don't you think Draco has one nice backside?" He tried to nuzzle the Slytherin's neck, but Draco laughed and pulled away at the smell of beer and the drunken slur emitting from his friend.

"Justin, you're pissed," Draco snickered.

"Maybe. . . But you're still hot, Drake."

"Of course I am."

Harry frowned slightly, still on all fours over Blaise on the couch. 'Hmm, it was the other way around before' Draco mused.

"Who's hot?" Hermione interrupted as she waltzed into the room, her face flushed. She was dragging Seamus behind her, having just come from upstairs. Her hair was beginning to dry out now, and was frizzing horribly.

"Me."

"Well of course you are, my likkle Drakey-baby!"

"Oh, I'm going to tease you with that one in the morning, Granger," Draco laughed affectionately.

Everyone suddenly turned to look at Harry, as the raven haired boy quickly jumped off Blaise and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm going to get a drink," he mumbled, ducking his head and slipping out of the room.

"I could do with another myself," Draco announced, hurriedly removing Justin's arms from his waist and following Harry to the kitchen.

In the front room, Hermione grinned, being the only one to know how Harry felt about Draco.

"Well!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "I think a good game of truth or dare is in order."

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Well! I just thought I'd write a bit of Harry/Draco. Which this will be. Pretty soon. And we'll get to the 'R' stuff soon, as well. Reviews would be wonderful!