Okay here we go chapter 2! Thanks to those that have read chapter 1 and those who have reviewed! I'm glad people are enjoying so far and I'm having fun so yay :)

"I can't believe you danced with him Draco. What were you thinking? This is Harry Potter we're talking about. The boy you have hated since he chose Weasley over you in year one!" Pansy continued on her rant. "Since when do you dry hump the Savior of The Wizarding World in a club?"

Draco twirled his wand in his hand absently as he lounged on his bed at Malfoy Manor. He was largely ignoring his upset friend as she paced back and forth across the impressive expanse of his bedroom, going on and on about his out of character actions of the night previous. She didn't seem to need any input from him anyway. He continued to daydream about dancing with The Boy Who Lived and feeling his firm body pressed up against Draco's own.

"Draco! Are you even listening to me? I really want to know what has gotten into your pretty blonde head." Pansy finally stopped pacing and stood staring at Draco with her hands on her hips and a miffed look on her face.

"It was nothing serious Pansy. It was just a bit of fun -"

"Fun!?" Pansy spluttered"

"Yes, just messing with the poor Gryffindor's head. And I promise you, it will never happen again. Potter was just drunk and horny. I probably won't even see that fool again. Now will you let it go?" Draco tried to reassure his best friend. He got up and put his hands on her shoulders and bent his head to look her dead in the eye. "There is nothing between me and Potter. It was just some dancing. Okay?"

"You're sure?" Pansy persisted. Draco favored her with his best 'You can trust me' smile.

"Of course." He said, moving across his room to stand next to the big arched window. "Potter could never keep up with me anyway." He smirked to no one in particular and half wished that the over courageous hero would try. If nothing else it would be interesting to see him work for it. And oh Draco would make him work for it.

A week later found Harry apparating to a rather large house in the country side. It was very elegant with a well manicured lawn and neat little stone path leading up to the large front door. Beyond which he could hear loud music and lots of laughter and people talking. He headed up the path and, upon arriving at the door, he knocked three times. Not a few seconds later the door was answered by the young resident of the house. Blaise Zabini greeted Harry and ushered him in the door with his cool demeanor.

"I'm still not sure why you wanted to come tonight Potter but you're welcome all the same. As long as you don't start any trouble with my guests." Zabini warned Harry with a strong look.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Cheers!" He said and headed off into the crowd in search of his new favorite Slytherin. He had heard about Blaise's party and instantly knew that he had to go. It was very likely that Draco would be there and Harry was dying to see him again. He wasn't quite sure why, after the alcohol had worn off, he was still so interested in Malfoy. But the fact remained that he was interested. He couldn't stop thinking about their time on the dance floor last week and needed to see the man again. And this time he was determined to make the blonde stay with him. An evil grin broke out on his face as he searched the house.

Everywhere people were talking in groups and drinking. The house was huge, just as big as it looked outside, with expensive looking décor and all the comforts of a wizarding home. Harry believed that it was just Blaise and his mom in the too large house. Unless of course his mother had taken on yet another husband. That was unimportant though because in what appeared to be the main living room of the house there sat Draco on the couch looking bored as some young brunette woman talked him up. She was batting her eyes and giving all the indications that she was flirting with the ever uninterested blonde who didn't even seem to be listening to her. Harry smirked and moved in.

"Excuse me miss. Do you mind if I talk to Draco alone for a bit?" Harry asked the young woman, flashing her an easy-going heart-breaker smile. The young lady blushed as she realized who was asking her, in such a dashing manner, to fuck off, and hurried to comply. She scrambled off the couch saying "Of course." As she left she kept looking over her shoulder as if she couldn't believe The Harry Potter had spoken to her.

"Nice Potter. What are you doing here?" Draco asked as if he weren't shocked and delighted out of his pants to see him.

"Just looked like you could use some help. She not your type?" Harry asked taking a seat next to Draco on the couch. Draco gave him a cursory flat look then looked away again, surveying the room.

"I don't need your help, Potter. And my 'type' is none of your business. Did Blaise invite you?" Draco asked, not at all as friendly as he had been last week.

"In a manner of speaking. I knew you would be here so I asked if I could come." Harry replied. He was sort of thrown by Draco's unwelcoming tone. Had last week been some kind of act? Maybe the blonde wasn't interested at all.

"So you asked and of course the Golden Boy gets what he wants so here you are. Well have fun, Potter. And try not take advantage of any of these helpless fan girls. It wouldn't be very proper of you, now would it." With that Draco rose out of his seat and walked briskly from the room with out so much as a backwards glance. Harry was dumbfounded. What. The. Hell. This was a complete 180 from the way he had behaved the other night. This was the Malfoy that Harry had known in school. Uncaring, not friendly, and definitely not the sexy, dancing god of last time. Well okay he was still sexy, but it was harder to admire under the cold exterior.

Harry was tempted to leave and give up on Malfoy. Obviously he wasn't interested in anything Harry had to say anyway. While still confused and on the fence Harry wandered into the kitchen. There he found the alcohol. He also found a group of people playing some sort of drinking game. It almost reminded Harry of mini quidditch. There were three mini hoops spelled to hover in the air and the players were standing a good distance away trying to levitate what looked like ping pong balls through the hoops. As far as Harry could tell if you missed you had to drink. And of course the more you drank the harder it was to get the little balls into the little hoops.

Harry grabbed himself a drink and stood back watching a red headed witch, who could barely stand straight on the designated spot, swish and flick her wand and sent the little ball zooming towards the far right hoop. However she hiccupped just as it got close and it went soaring off in the other direction. All the other players whooped and laughed and watched the contestant take a large chug of her drink. She stepped away for the next player. A dark haired woman took her spot.

Harry realized it was Pansy Parkinson, or as he had dubbed her, Cock-Blocker of the Century. He watched her expertly fly three different little balls into each of the three hoops, presumably just to show off. She picked a large man to take the next turn and moved off to the side. Harry moved to stand beside her.

"Hey Parkinson." He said evenly. She turned to look at the new comer, and her face immediately dropped into a frown.

"What do you want Potter? Here to bother Draco I presume?" She spat, turning her face away and sticking her nose up in the air in a show of true snobbery.

"I had wanted to continue from where we left off before. But your moody best mate blew me off." Harry explained. "Why would he do that?"

"Because you're you, Potter. Of course he blew you off. I'm glad to see he's finally thinking straight. And what's with your sudden interest in Draco anyway? You do realize this is the same boy you despised in school right?" She asked giving him a suspicious look.

"I don't know. He seemed really interesting at the club the other night. I've never seen anyone dance like that. And I thought he was interested in me too. But I guess that was all an act huh?" Harry said his mood darkening further. Pansy sniffed and turned her head away again.

"He is not interested in you, Potter. And if all you want is to get into his pants than I'm glad I dragged him away the other night. Not that Draco would ever give in so easily to your charms. If you were really interested in Draco you better believe he would make you work for it." Pansy said assuming now that Harry would leave with his tail between his legs. What she didn't realize is that she had just given him his answer and a glimmer of hope. Draco was probably just putting up this attitude to make sure Harry actually worked for his attentions. Well if that is the game Draco wanted to play then Harry would beat him at it. No one had ever accused Harry of not being stubborn. He gave Pansy a shark's grin.

"Oh I'll work for it. I have a feeling that Malfoy is worth the strain. Thanks Pansy I was about to give up." He said slapping her on the back in a friendly manner then taking off to find his newest challenge. Pansy sat dumbstruck for all of a second and then fumed and stormed off in the opposite direction.