Chapter Two

Hermione flopped onto the common room couch, positively glowing. She smiled happily at her three friends.

"That went so well! Harry, and Ginny, thanks so much for coming along, you really didn't have to. But I'm very glad you did."

"It really wasn't awful, Hermione," smiled Ginny, before kissing Harry and bidding them all goodnight. Harry's eyes followed her up the staircase to the dormitories, and when he looked back to his friends he abruptly looked away again, as they were snogging. He threw a pillow at them. Hermione tried to break the kiss, but Ron turned her face back towards him and waved Harry away. The black-haired third wheel rolled his eyes and began making his way to bed.

Once there, though, all he could think about was that for some reason, he was severely… well, horny. He let his hand slip beneath his boxers and he began to stroke himself. Harry breathed slowly, letting himself enjoy the sensation. His mind wandered in many directions, but as his erection grew more strained, he focused on various attractive girls, thinking of Ginny more than the others. His hand moved faster, and his breathing came in quick short gasps. His hips thrusted of their own accord into his pumping fist, and his mind's eye projected a thousand arousing subjects all at once. At the integral moment though, as he jerked uncontrollably and whimpered, two intensely silver eyes flitted through his mind, and stickiness sprayed over his hand.

As Harry lay there, chest heaving, he felt a bit lost.

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The next day Harry clung to Ginny so hard she asked him if he'd been cheating. He hugged her and he kissed her and he played with her hair and he cupped her breasts in his hands when they were alone. He threw himself at her. Ron became disgusted on more than one occasion, and even Hermione couldn't hide a grimace by the end of the day.

At dinner, while Harry was draped over Ginny, Hermione announced that there would be more outings like that of yesterday, with Pansy and Draco.

Ron paused, his food-laden fork quivering in mid air.

"Hermione, no!"

The girl shot him a look.

"Really Hermione, isn't it enough that we didn't kill each other last night?" asked Ginny, trying to push Harry away. Hermione looked rather hurt that she didn't even have Ginny's support.

"You said yourself it wasn't so bad!"

"Yeah, because I thought it was a one time thing!"

Hermione turned to Harry, who'd been playing with his food silently.

"Harry, did you hate it? Would you come with us again?"

"I didn't hate it," said Harry hastily, glancing over at the Slytherin table. He glanced over Pansy and watched Draco for a moment. He was smirking about something, as usual.

"But, erm, I don't really want to go…uh, again. Very much…"

Hermione frowned but said, "Fine, you and Ginny don't have to come. But you," she turned to Ron, "you are definitely coming."

Harry's eyes still lingered on his rival, but as the blonde turned his gaze toward Harry, he hurriedly crushed his lips over Ginny's, ignoring her muffled groans of protest and her mouthful of dissolving chicken.

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So Ron and Hermione snuck out one night, which had by now become a custom for the older students, as it was really quite a simple task. Harry and Ginny sat in the common room chatting with the other Gryffindors and studying.

Harry had long given up on writing his Potions essay when Ron and Hermione climbed through the portrait hole. Ron seemed in very poor spirits, and was grumbling petulantly to a disgruntled Hermione.

"Next time," Ron growled when he saw Harry, "YOU'RE COMING." He jabbed his finger at his friend for emphasis.

"Next time?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Fucking next time!" Ron shouted as he stomped up the stairs.

Harry and Ginny looked to Hermione for an explanation. She sighed and sat down.

"It, er, it didn't go as well this time."

"What happened?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know! I mean, I understand why Ron was acting like such a jerk, but Draco seemed awful too…"

Harry snorted.

"It's Malfoy, of course he was awful."

"No, he was worse this time, Harry. Much more obnoxious. Pansy and I had to stop them from fighting twice."

"Hermione, why don't you just give up?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I know it can work, because it did last time! So, it's alright, we'll all go again, alright?" She glared at the two so severely they were physically unable to protest. "Maybe we just need a…Oh!"

"What?"

"Oh, I'll host a party!"

Harry and Ginny exchanged looks.

"You…are going to host a party?" Ginny repeated doubtfully.

"I can do it!" The brunette looked affronted. "Yes, I will! It won't be very big or anything, you know. But yeah, it can be in the Room of Requirement, and…"

Hermione went on, planning aloud, as her friends shook their heads.

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"Oh, there's Pansy and Draco!" shouted Hermione over the music. She waved frantically, and Pansy waved back and pulled Draco to where the trio was standing. The two girls hugged and were deep into excited conversation only seconds later. Harry, Ron and Draco stood in silence. Ron glared at Draco, and Draco sneered at everyone, and Harry watched the people dancing. Finally, when it seemed the blonde could take it no more, he leaned over and said something into Pansy's ear.

"Does anyone want a drink?" the girl asked loudly. "Draco's going to get them, speak up!"

Ron stayed somber and silent, but Harry, highly amused, said, "Oh, I'd love one, thanks so much!" Draco glared intensely at Harry but went off without a word.

"Better watch it, mate, he might poison it," Ron said, nudging him. The girls decided they should all sit down together, so they headed over to a corner, where a precious few tables and chairs were set up. Draco returned clutching three bottles of firewhisky. He handed one to Pansy and one to Harry, practically throwing it at him. But Harry raised his bottle in a mock toast and then tipped back as much as he could. He thought he'd probably need it, tonight.

At first he hadn't believed that Hermione would really throw a party. It was Hermione Granger, honestly! Sure, she'd planned and planned, but nobody believed it would happen. But it had. And why? All for the sake of making friends? She'd smiled kindly when Harry had asked, replying with a long lecture about friendship and unity and loyalty and why it was important, especially in the times they were living in!

So she'd invited, and she'd gotten it ready, and really done it. Only, the number of people who showed up far surpassed the number she'd invited. But she didn't really seem to mind very much, as so far, everyone was fairly well-behaved.

As people danced, and as people laughed, and as Harry found himself more and more inebriated, he also found himself paying more attention to the blonde Slytherin in front of him. He watched those slender fingers curled around the neck of his bottle, and he watched the very faint flush of alcohol warm up his usually porcelain skin. He noticed it when Draco accidentally placed his foot on Harry's beneath the table, and he noticed it when Draco danced on the crowded floor.

"Harry? Harry!" The boy started and looked to his right, to see Ginny, wearing an exasperated expression.

"What? Sorry."

"I tried to ask you to dance like four times!"

"Sorry, Ginny! Erm, yeah I'll dance! I- we, we'll dance, we'll dance…" he said. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor, where he pressed himself against her, grinding her. She looked a little put-off, but Harry didn't notice. He put his hands all over her, and rubbed his groin against her behind. After a few songs, Seamus Finnegan came and asked to cut in, and Ginny happily accepted. After standing quite still amongst the squirming bodies, Harry realised he had to pee. Really badly.

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Oh, what? Draco is here! Draco Malfoy is here, in the loo again!

Draco was totally smirking at Harry. They were both pissing now, and once again, making eye contact. What's this, Draco loves making eye contact while peeing? And, he looked pretty nice. Really nice. Draco was hitting on Harry, for SURE. He was licking his lips, and Harry was supposed to stare. Draco wanted Harry to stare, Harry knew it. And then Harry was supposed to walk over toward those beautiful lips, and look into those piercing eyes and just touch, he wanted to—

"Potter! What the bloody fuck do you think you're doing??" shouted Draco, in a rare moment lacking composure. He had hastily zipped up when he saw Harry stumbling toward him, his alcohol-glazed eyes fixed disturbingly upon him. But when the Boy-Who-Lived did not stop where he should have stopped, when he kept coming closer and closer, and planted his hot sweaty palm on Draco's neck, the blonde panicked. He shoved Harry away, and the boy hit the wall hard and slid down it. He looked back up at Draco with frightened eyes. The Slytherin stood perfectly still for a moment, staring back. Then he turned and swiftly made his exit.

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