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A/N: If you aren't comfortable with male/male scenes then why are you reading this story? Don't give me that confused I don't know look. Go away. I will not be held responsible for your pain. However, if this is your first time trying slash then by all means use my story as a deflower-er.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the following people since they all reviewed my story. xErised, jinx1995,haiylighGIRL,gaaralover51141,girLLehner, Flamez-is-Renji-Girl666,Dan-Tom-r-Hot. Thanks for the support guys. It was way more than I thought I'd get. I didn't get a flame on the first chapter. Yea for me. I feel so accomplished. Anyway on to the story.

Ps. I just found the horizontal line button on the edit preview document page so bear with me.

By the time Draco made his way to the party, it was well under way. He walked past the door thinking the password. When the door swung open, he immediately thought that Blaise had out done himself.

The room was tastefully decorated. That's right. There were no outright declarations that this was a Slytherin party. The room was bathed in a soft glow by charmed candles. The décor was light meet dark in a sense. The sofas, chairs and love seats had been colored black. The pillows and drapes had all been colored silver. It was non-house representative merely chic.

The drink table had an official guard around it to make sure that no one spiked it. By the looks of him, it was a Gryffindor. What he didn't know, was that the drinks were spiked before they are brought out. So that gentleman there was missing out on the party for nothing.

"Hey, Draco. Nice of you to finally show up. Are you ready for the fun to really begin? I was waiting for you before I let things get too bad."

Draco turned and saw Blaise Zabini, staring at him with what can only be described as pure, un-adulterated lust. Draco however was uninterested. You would think that since Draco broke up with him, Blaise would get the hint that Draco was no longer interested. Apparently not. Whenever Blaise got drunk, he was a slutty drunk. Most people got angry or emotional but not Blaise. No, he just started groping and feeling up whoever he thought was hot, be it male or female.

"Oh wonderful Blaise. Now that I am the ring master I declare: let the games begin."

Draco was officially an hour late so he had missed all the idiot bollocks and was now into the more mature period of the party. The most important part: Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Yes, they played Seven Minutes in Heaven. What wizards didn't? It was only the best game ever. Slytherin however played it with a few different additions. First, it was played blindfolded. No fun in knowing who you are making out with. Well, once you got into the room everyone else knew who you were making out with just not you. Two, it was played with a bottle. You spent the bottle and whoever it landed on you would get up and go to the closet. How do you know that it is you the bottle landed on if your blind-folded? You will feel a slight stinging sensation on your leg, signaling to you that you have been chosen. It truly was a wonderful game. It was how Blaise and Draco got together.

"Everyone. May I have you attention please." The party seemed like someone had deflated it. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, but that was to be expected. When Draco Malfoy began talking, you stopped. It was just a rule of life.

"We are about to begin our game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. If you would like to play, please move to the left side of the dance floor by the wall." Several students moved from their respective places on the dance floor and went to stand by the wall. Many of which were scantily clad females and barely dressed males. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the Golden Trio make there way over as well. This was going to be a very interesting game.

Blaise stood up in the middle of the circle to address the group.

"Alright. Now I'm sure many of you have played the game but not like we do. First, we play blindfolded because there is no fun in knowing who you are making out with. Well, once you get into the room everyone else will know who you are making out with just not you. However, once you return to your place you will know. Two, you are under no circumstance allowed to take your blindfold off. Not even if the closet is on fire. Three, there is no speaking in the closet. Suppose you know who you are making out with. That would take away some of your fun and you'd be more guarded. Four, we play with a bottle. We will have a designated person to spin the bottle and whoever it lands on will get up and goes to the closet."

It was at this point that Hermione's hand shot up into the air. "Granger, we are not in class. Just ask you question."

"How do you know that it is you the bottle landed on if your blind-folded?" Several students began to murmur signaling that they too were wondering the same thing.

"You will feel a slight stinging sensation on your leg, signaling to you that you have been chosen. Now if there are no more questions. One of you will need to sit out and spin the bottle. So nose goes." He touched his finger to his nose and everybody else followed suit. All except for one.

"Well, Weasley. Looks like you are the one who will be in the middle and don't try to cheat either."

Ron walked to the middle of the circle and sat down with an ungrateful plop. This just was not his day.

The game began slightly uneventful. Ron wasn't spinning the bottle properly, so Blaise had to put a charm on it to spin itself. The game really heated up at that point. Ron had to make out with Pansy. That was a sight to see. Pansy and Ron went into the room just as normal as can be one after the other been when they left the room, boy. They were panting heavy as if they had both just ran a mile. Pansy's skirt was on backwards. Ron's shirt was not only missing buttons but was buttoned wrong. Pansy's shirt was by far the worst. It was torn literally in half and spelled back together wrong. With both of their heads looking like a tornado hit it, there was no denying in what went on in that room. When Ron returned to his seat with a crooked grin, Hermione moved far away from him, but not after landing a smack on his face. When the two finally found out who they made out with they both had small smiles on their faces.

Blaise flicked his wand again and the bottle spun itself again but this time with an interesting result. Draco was the first to feel a tell-tale spark run up his leg. He got up and glided, apparently he does that a lot, to the door.

He was the first person to enter the room, so he stood there and waited for his partner. Not a minute later the door opened and closed silently. Draco felt his way around for his partner and immediately noticed two things. The person he was about to make out with was not a girl and was very fit. He pulled the body of the person flush up against him and a soft gasp was emitted from the person signaling that Draco had in fact knocked some air out of the others lungs. Using this to his advantage he latched his mouth onto the other person.

The kiss was nothing short of pure bliss. A soft moan escaped both of the occupants and things quickly got heated. The kiss went from being chaste and soft to hard and demanding in a span of two seconds. The two fought for dominance inside each others mouths, a fought that was won by Draco, with all his expertise.

His tongue mimicked sex. His strokes long, hard and probing. His mouth was slanted over the other boys, and he was shamelessly giving short,shallow strokes and combining them with long,deep strokes. He mapped up the other boys mouth. He had never put so much effort into a kiss before. Not ever in his life.

He was so intoxicating, the other boy was. He tasted of grass, nature, toffee and a hint of peppermint. But there was also something he couldn't identify, it was so spicy and unique. There was something irrevocably male about it. It was such a heady, invigorating mixture. One that Draco was quickly becoming addicted to.

The other thrust his hips up and Draco gasped inside the boys mouth. Their fully clothed erections met and Draco literally saw stars. The sensation was so good. Draco knew he had to have more of the delicious friction. They stood there shamelessly rutting against one another, grunting wildly until the other boy let out a wanton moan.

"Please, whoever you are…..more….anything…..just more." The person begged as if he hadn't had a drink of water and Draco was a fresh water version of the Pacific Ocean.

Draco wasted no time, quickly divesting himself and the other boy of their trousers. He put his fingers on the other boys lips and tapped gently. The boy opened his mouth for Draco's fingers and Draco nearly came right there.

The boy's mouth was a hot cavern, coating Draco's fingers. He sucked on Draco's fingers as if it was his cock. Taking long deep sucks and then other light sucks. He did some maneuver when he inhaled and pressed his tongue up and Draco swore he came a little bit.

Draco turned the boy around and lifted his bottom up. He was seconds away from thrusting his fingers into the other boy's arse when he realized something. He knew that voice.

"What's taking so long? I'm so hot for you. I want you to fuck me deep and hard. Right now. Come on," the other boy begged. His questioning bottom searching for Draco's fingers.

The clouds of lust parted and it was as if he had been blind for some time and could finally see again. It was in that instant that Draco was positive he knew that voice. That voice that had taunted him for years. The voice that had made his life a living hell.

Harry Sodding Potter.

A/N: So what do you think? Did you like it? I did. I liked it a lot. If you can tell me what will happen next, I will give you a preview of the next chappie.

Much love to FanofBellaandEdward for being my beta on this chapter. It was much needed and greatly appreciated. I love you and you rock.

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