Harry's POV
Finally, the day of the party came. The hallway leading up to the Room of Requirement was already pounding, the bass loud enough for even Dumbledore to hear. Harry quickened his pace, Ron and Hermione close behind, giggling and holding hands.
Harry wore his second best set of dress robes, his first being the ones he wore to the Yule Ball. He didn't want to be tooformal, although Draco would disagree, saying that "there's no such thing as 'too formal'," but Harry knew that Draco fancied these robes more than the others, so these were the winners. He fixed his collar and walked into the party room.
When the trio walked into the room, they all gasped. The Room of Requirement was transformed into a night club of sorts, dark lights, hanging chandeliers, smoky air. There were black leather couches scattered all along the sides of the room with teenagers kissing and chatting- and a huge dance floor. Harry pulled his gaze away from the sweaty Ravenclaws and Slytherins swaying to the music on the dark floor, and went to go find Draco.
After looking for a good ten minutes, Harry suddenly realized where Draco was. He could practically see the Muffling Charm put on the threshold to a hidden back room, it was so strong. Harry would've knocked, if Draco would've heard him. Harry bounced into the room, not surprised to see Draco sitting at a desk, reading a novel.
Harry knew Draco sensed him there, and waited for him to look up.
Draco sighed and looked up, "Yes?"
Harry looked at him, disapprovingly. "Oh, come on, Malfoy," –Draco laughed when he heard his boyfriend use his last name, just how they used to- "dance with me!"
"I don't think so, Potter." Draco tried to spit out the last word and failed, making Harry giggle, but quickly fixed himself.
"Okay then. Maybe I'll just go find Seamus and dance with him…" knowing that Draco didn't like the mention of Harry's ex-stalker. Seamus was obsessed with Harry for years and kept trying to come onto him, eventually making Draco hex him until near oblivion.
"You wouldn't." Draco stated, but Harry saw the small beads of sweat forming on Draco's forehead.
"Oh, you know I would." Harry challenged.
Draco, obviously worried, finally caved. "Fine. Okay? I'll go, but that doesn't mean that I'll have fun," a permanent scowl painted onto his face.
"Finally!" Harry shouted. He let down the Muffling Charms on the room and Draco instantly cringed at the blasting music. Harry grabbed his hand and squeezed, hopefully reassuringly.
When they walked outside, Harry could feel eyes watching him, and he knew exactly who's eyes they were. He searched the room, knowingly, and finally caught his eye.
Blaise Zabini and Draco dated for a good few months, until Draco caught Blaise fooling around with Dean in the library. Since Draco and Harry started dating, though, Blaise seemingly has taken a new liking to Draco, he wanted him as a trophy, something that said, "I stole this from Harry Potter himself," and Harry hated it. He couldn't stand the flirtatious looks Blaise gave Draco, or the slight touches in the hallway that he spotted, or when he tried to come on to Draco, it makes Harry sick.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, "there you are!"
"Yes, 'Mione?" nodding his head towards Draco, trying to get her to realize that he was finally getting him to have some fun.
Hermione noted and said, "I promise this'll only take a few minutes." She nodded towards Draco in acknowledgment, "Ron won't shut up until he shows you how many shots of firewhisky he can chug without falling down," she rolled her eyes as she looked back over at her drunk boyfriend. He just smiled and gave a full-armed wave, nearly taking out Neville standing right next to him.
Harry gave a slight nod and turned to Draco, "do you want to come, or…" Draco's head was facing his feet and he looked up towards Harry through his eyelashes. Merlin, Harry loved when he did that.
"Okay, just… try to have a good time while I'm gone?" Harry pleaded.
"I'll try.Doesn't mean I will." Draco repeated.
Harry sighed and was off to find Ron and Hermione.
Wow, Harry thought to himself, walking away from a very hilarious spectacle, a whole 2 shots. Not surprising.
Now, where has Draco gone? Harry looked around the couches, on the dance floor, at the snack table, he was nowhere to be found.
After a while of searching, he finally went up to a very worried-looking Pansy Parkinson.
"Hey, Parkinson!" Harry shouted over the music, "have you seen Draco anywhere?"
"I, uh, well Harry, I believe I saw him go into there with Blaise…" she stammered out, pointing to the same small room that Harry found Draco in at the beginning of the party.
Harry stiffened. Draco went into a back room… withBlaise?! No. This couldn't be happening. Pansy was obviously just hallucinating. She must've just had too much to drink. Maybe they had some gillyweed in the back corner where all the smoke was coming from. Anything but what she had said.
Harry ran over to the door and stood in the opening of the dark room, watching his boyfriend be snogged by Zabini.
Harry waited. And waited some more. Until he saw Blaise pull Draco's hand down on top of Blaise's butt. That's when he nearly lost it, but kept himself under control enough to, seemingly calmly, flick the light switch on.
Draco twisted his neck to see who was in the door, and the look on his face was horrified, disgusted, and nervous. Blaise still had his eyes closed, obviously reminiscing in the kiss.
"No, Harry it definitely isn't what it looks like, Blaise just follo-" but Draco had already toppled over the desk, cradling his cheek where Harry slapped him.
"How could you?!" Harry asked, teary eyed. Harry didn't want to hear another word, and was out of the room before Draco could plead his pathetic case any further.
Harry stormed past Hermione's concerned look and Ron's confused, dopey face, and avoided everybody's dancing feet as he seethed in rage and sadness. He ran a little bit down the halls and sat next to the wall, when the tears started falling.
He was mumbling something about "stupid Zabini " and "he told me he loved me" when he heard footsteps. Harry craned his neck to see who was coming down the hall, and saw one of the very last people that he wanted to see at that moment. The stupid blonde head was searching frantically for someone, most likely Harry, until he finally caught the boy's dark green eyes.
Draco's expression quickly changed from guilty to pleading. "Harry, please, let me explain…" he said, exhausted, sitting down next to Harry.
"There's nothing to explain. You made out with your ex-boyfriend… No big freaking deal." Harry spat out.
"That's the thing Harry, I didn't," Draco put his hand over Harry's, and Harry pulled his back reflexively. "When you left to go watch the Weasel get even more pissed, I went back to the room to read my book. I had no idea that Blaise was following me! When I turned around, he was just, sort of, there! Then he started coming on to me, and I tried to get away from him but he just put his arms around me and started kissing me and-" Draco made a gagging noise, "you have to understand, Harry, he's a lot bigger than me, and I knew if I tried to push him off of me, he'd just make it worse. So, I just stood there with my mouth clamped shut, waiting for him to stop so I could punch him or something. But then he took me hand, and, er, well, you know the rest of that." Draco looked up at Harry, with his silver eyes burning. "Please, Harry. You have to believe me. I would never, ever do that to you."
Harry looked into Draco's eyes, looking for any hint of lying, and as far as Harry could tell, there were none.
Harry threw his arms around Draco and nuzzled his head into his neck. "Um… Draco?"
"Hm?" Draco asked, pulling Harry into his arms.
"I, uh, I'm sorry I slapped you." Harry said, knowing his face was bright crimson.
"S'okay. Who knew that you could hit that hard, though?" Draco pondered. When Harry looked up from Draco's chest, slightly insulted, he saw the blonde wink and grin. Harry just giggled and went back to his spot curled up, practically sitting on Draco's lap.
"Hey, Harry?" Draco asked.
"Yeah?" Harry looked, nearly upside-down at Draco.
"You know I love you, right?" Draco's voice wavered a bit. That was almost the most adorable thing.
"Duh." Was Harry's smug response, right before he pulled Draco into a passionate, soft kiss.
Merlin, I hope he takes that as an "I love you, too."
