My first reviews :) With the amount of fics that get posted on here every day I was surprised to get any for the first chapter, so I'm pleased :) Thank you JuneBug for your kind words, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And thanks also to fragonknight01. Yeah, Narcissa is totally 'hip' or at least she thinks she is, much to Draco's embarrassment. She's featured again in this chapter so hope you like this chapter too!

Also, thanks to everyone who has put this on their favourite stories or who have signed up for story alerts. There was quite a lot considering there's only one chapter so far so I was well pleased with that. Thanks guys!

And now I present chapter two. Enjoy!

"Oh… fuck YOU!"

Draco tortured himself with one final look of Potter's face grinning up at him before he ripped the page out of one of the History of Magic books he had been revising from and tore it to pieces, lips contorted into a vicious snarl, his eyes glinting and flashing furiously. It was yesterday that his parents had dropped the bombshell on him and now seeing his face in the book and realising he actually had to kiss that mouth made him both angry and sick in equal measures. He threw the pieces of paper to Pansy's bedroom floor and watched them flutter to the ground gracefully before stamping on them for good measure. It was a highly immature act especially in front of an audience, but Draco didn't care and turned to Pansy venomously, daring her to respond in a negative manner. She never did, of course. That's one of the reasons why they were such close friends.

"Having trouble with your studies?" she asked airily from the bed, not bothering to look up at his little outburst, thumbing her way through the latest edition of Witch Wear? instead. Pansy wasn't studying for the History of Magic exam that would greet the sixth years in their first week back. She didn't have to, seeing as she was shagging the History Professor who was old enough to be her great-great grandfather. She had laughed when an open-mouthed Draco told her exactly what he thought of it. She had tossed back her long, jet-black glossy hair away from her pale face, pulled her ruby red lips into a smirk and shrugged her shoulders when he told her she was no better than the prostitutes that hung around corners of a night down Knockturn Alley. That was another reason why she and Draco were close friends. She was so unapologetically shameless in her actions, something that Draco wished he were but never could be that he had to admire her for it, though it often angered and repulsed him in equal measures.

He ground the torn pieces of the page under one of his expensive leather shoes. "No," he spat through gritted teeth, his whole body practically shaking for he was that irate. "I came across another page on Potter. Fucking hero golden boy, killing Voldemort for good at birth, only by fucking luck I might add…"

Pansy turned another page in her magazine. She'd heard it all before.

"I'm so sick of the way people suck up to him," Draco continued, now pacing up and down the room talking to invisible listeners. "It was a backfired spell that killed Voldemort, not the strength of his magic as a baby and not that fucking scar on his ugly fat head." He paused, waiting for Pansy to talk, but she didn't so he carried on. "And now we have to revise him! Oh, I bet he's loving that, damn narcissistic prick that he is, coming back to school knowing he's going to pass History with flying colours because all he has to do is answer questions about himself. Well I've got news for him, I don't even like History, I couldn't care less if I failed this exam or not."

Mercifully for Pansy in the mood that Draco was in, he didn't spot her rolling her eyes at this. "Surely you've gotten used to all this by now, darling?"

"No I haven't," replied Draco shortly. "And don't fucking call me darling."

Pansy didn't flinch at his tone and reached out for her goblet of wine they'd snagged from Pansy's parents drinks cabinet downstairs. Though Pansy's house wasn't anywhere near a hovel, it didn't even come close to Draco's palatial headquarters. But if there was one advantage to hanging out with Pansy at her place instead of his own, it was the endless supply of booze they had prohibited access to. His own Mother hid her stashes throughout Malfoy Manor and it was with great irritancy that Draco could never pinpoint even one of the hiding places, while his father only drank such expensive whiskies and brandies that he ritually cast seemingly unbreakable measuring spells on the bottles after each time he poured himself a tipple so he knew if anyone had helped themselves to any. And Draco had learned the price of helping himself to any when he was thirteen and received his first and last parental slap across the face for his efforts. Draco had grown to love alcohol. He hated it at first, trying his first beer aged twelve at Pansy's house and his first vodka a few weeks later, also at Pansy's house. Pansy had smirked fondly at the state he had got himself into and explained to him that the reason why he was so fucked and she wasn't was because she had been swiping alcohol since she was ten and was more used to the stuff. If it was anyone else but Pansy Draco would have thought the comments to be nothing more than false bravado, but because it was her he knew it was the truth. His first drinks had made him feel dizzy, gave him massive headaches and made him start gabbling about things he knew he shouldn't. It still did that now, only less of the dizziness and massive headaches. He hadn't ever revealed his biggest secret of course, but there were times when wasted he had gotten dangerously close, silently saying and reading the two simple words imprinted on his mind. I'm gay.

"I don't know why you hate him so," Pansy said, after a while. Draco balled his hands into fists before uncurling them and reached for his own goblet of wine instead.

"You don't care for him either," he retaliated, taking a sip and sitting down next to Pansy on the bed.

"Yes, but I'm not obsessed with him like you are. It's almost -"

"I am NOT obsessed!" shouted an incensed Draco.

Pansy gave a tinkling laugh that made him want to punch her face in. "Oh darling, denial doesn't suit you," she sneered good-naturedly. "Every time his name comes up in conversation you practically shake with rage. You can't go for five minutes without talking about him. You can't even look at a bloody picture of him in a book without resorting to wild hysteria for Merlin's sake!"

"Shut your fucking mouth," Draco snarled. Pansy just laughed again. No, he wouldn't punch her face in with his bare hands and risk bruising his knuckles. He would take his wand and -

"Are you alright, dear? You've got that look on your face again." Pansy's voice snapped him back to reality.

"I'm fine, quit fussing you stupid woman."

Pansy didn't laugh this time, but her lips curled upwards as if she was on the verge of doing so. "If I hadn't seen your cock with my own eyes I would seriously think that you were on your period right now."

Draco's eyes narrowed into venomous slits at Pansy questioning his manhood. He didn't know whether it was paranoia or not but he didn't like anything said that vaguely connected to the fact that he got off on other men and not women. One of the reasons why he was so afraid of coming out was that people would think of him as less of a man, which was ridiculous in his own private opinion, because he thought there was nothing more masculine than two men fucking.

His mind cast back to that afternoon when Pansy saw his cock with her own eyes when they were both thirteen. They were in her bedroom, drunkenly joking and laughing on her bed when she had stood up suddenly, confidently, and pulled her top over her head leaving her in her tight jeans and a… bra. She knelt down between his legs and he felt himself getting very hot, his head beginning to spin even faster. He swallowed and shifted his eyes away from her exposed body before gasping in slight agony when she went for the belt on his trousers. He tried to choke out an excuse, that he didn't want it, but he couldn't utter any words, even as she undid his zip slowly, seductively. And then he gasped again, this time in pleasure, when her hand wrapped accommodatingly around his cock and started to stroke it expertly. It was his first experience at anything sexual that didn't involve himself (though that's not what he had told everyone) and it felt fucking amazing. He looked down to his hard dick and tried to ignore the glaring red nail varnish adorning Pansy's fingernails but when his eyes caught and locked sight onto her over developed breasts threatening to fall out of her bra at any moment, his erection deflated and no amount of stroking from Pansy made him hard again. He made her promise that she wouldn't tell anyone and she promised she wouldn't while staring at him with amused fires dancing in her eyes.

The same fires were in her eyes right now.

"You're an idiot," Draco replied finally.

"And you're gay," she retorted. She laughed when he visibly flinched. "Oh darling come on, it's not a big deal."

"I am NOT gay," he said, voice trembling. Out to his parents he may have unwillingly been but people from school were an entirely different matter.

"Draco, dear, it's pretty obvious. I mean... look at you!"

"Just because I buy expensive clothes and make sure I look good unlike most of the other dirty unwashed guys in our year, you think I'm gay? Just because I spend time on my appearance and don't give off the impression I got dressed in the dark with an incarcerous charm cast on me like the others, you think I'm gay? Just because I'm polite and don't communicate through grunts like the others, you think I'm fucking GAY?" Draco shouted. Pansy shifted her focus from the magazine completely at this and concentrated on Draco with unblinking, bright blue eyes.

"Dirty and unwashed, bad dress sense and communicating through grunts!" She began. "That's a perfect description of Greyback and we all know what gender he prefers…" Draco nodded, almost reluctantly at this, as he digested her words.

"Well…" Pansy continued, a small smile playing upon her lips as if knowing what shock she was about to cause next. "…Almost exclusively prefers!"

Draco's mouth dropped open and he stared at Pansy in horror. "You… and… Greyback?"

Pansy shrugged, taking a long sip of wine before replying, in a husky voice she saved for delivering her most controversial lines: "He wasn't in wolf form and I was horny."

Draco turned away in disgust. "You're a repulsive slag," he spat.

"It's not the clothes you wear or the way you carry yourself off, idiot," she said, as if he hadn't just insulted her. Draco was pondering which hex he should cast on her first for daring to call him an idiot, but she continued before he settled on one. "It's the fact that you're attracted to men, Draco! I've seen the way you act in those communal showers in the Slytherin changing room loads of times." Of course she had. Pansy was well known for intruding into the Slytherin male changing rooms and she was never unwelcome by most. "Slight blushing, always averting your eyes but then allowing yourself a sneaky glance when you think nobody's looking…" She lowered her gaze to his crotch and smirked. "And you always react. That's why you always rush out without warning and quickly grab your towel!"

"Shut up," Draco hissed, looking this way and that as if someone was about to apparate into her bedroom and tell them they overheard everything. "Okay, I'm gay," he admitted through gritted, grudging teeth. "Now keep your voice down."

Pansy smiled serenely. "I'm afraid it's not me you have to worry about, sweetie. If you're trying to keep this revelation a secret then I'm not your biggest problem right now. Not that I needed confirmation on the matter but I certainly received it from someone I ran into earlier."

"More wine, Mother?"

Narcissa replied by thrusting her empty goblet at him. They were in his bedroom. He rarely allowed either of his parents to enter his private headquarters but it was for this reason he had led her up there with the promise of some more wine, away from the prying eyes and delicate ears of Lucius. She didn't know it, but Draco, much like any other time he wanted to get something out of her, was plying her with Muggle wine. They of course carried no kind of charms that stopped the consumer from becoming too inebriated and as his mother had knocked back drink after drink her tongue had gotten looser than usual. Not that he was listening much.

"…And do you know of that ghastly Madam Malkin? Well she told me that her son-in-laws brother is gay and his sister too! We talked for a good few minutes about the subject." She paused to take a long sip of her drink and Draco knew right there and then that it was indeed her who had sealed the confirmation Pansy was talking about earlier that afternoon. Well it had to be, because otherwise how on earth did his mother not only manage to get into a conversation with that awful dressing shop woman, but also steer it in the direction of his recent abrupt outing? The only reason that was plausible was nothing less than her announcing it to everyone who she passed and vaguely recognised and Draco, with a slight twinge of sickness, suspected that this was most likely it. Now that he had sorted that out, there was another thing he wanted to get out of her while she was drunk enough to manipulate.

"Mother…" he began, trying to get back on track but Narcissa had finished drinking and was ready to talk again.

"And I've always told you Draco: Just be who you want." She emphasised these last words with soft slaps to his cheek that he supposed were meant to be affectionate but were just most uncouth and unlike her. "Didn't I always tell you that?"

"Yes, but Mother, what does this plan involve with me seducing -"

"Because you know, people are a lot more tolerant these days," she slurred, either not caring that she'd interrupted him or not having heard him in the first place.

"Yes, I know -"

"And it wasn't ever confirmed but I always had an inkling that my uncle liked a bit of co-" She was cut short when she thought she'd spilled her drink on herself, not knowing Draco had cast a silent disruption spell on her goblet. He used his wand again to cast a cleaning charm on her dress, making a big fuss out of it and loudly quietening her protests of perhaps being guilty of having drunk too much.

"Now Mother," he began gently, refilling her goblet to the brim. "You are to tell me why you and Father want me to… getwithPotter." The words tasted disgusting on his tongue.

"Well I don't know if I ought," Narcissa replied, taking another gulp from her goblet before launching into all that her alcohol-addled mind could remember. "That Potter boy is the key, Draco!"

Draco stared at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. "The key to what?" he asked.

Narcissa's face crumpled. "I've said too much."

"No you haven't, take another sip," Draco ordered, a command she was only too happy to accommodate. "Now tell me."

Narcissa hesitated, only for a second, before replying, "We do not carry the formidable name we once did, Draco." She tried to keep her voice dignified when saying this true statement out loud but her eyes were shining and threatening to spill tears. "We may have the possessions and property but if we do not command respect then that wealth means nothing. A partnership with Potter would work wonders for this family and reinstate us to the level we are not only accustomed to, but rightly deserve." She concluded that rather heartfelt speech with a loud burp she didn't excuse herself for.

"So you want me to get with Potter just so you can be in the spotlight?" Draco asked in disgust.

"It is not about being in any spotlight, Draco, this will ensure our legacy for generations to come. So your children and their children's children will be able to live the rich, fulfilling lives they deserve. We are sliding in status. Your father and I were most upset not to receive an invitation to the Huxley's annual dinner and dance a couple of months ago. That says something."

Draco shrugged. "You've been the most invited guests since they started throwing those parties. And you don't even like the Huxley's anyway."

"Molly Weasley and her filthy brood were invited!" Narcissa all but wailed before letting out a drunken sob.

Draco's mouth dropped open and his eyes went as big as saucers. "I… didn't realise things were so bad," he whispered.

"They are," Narcissa insisted. "Draco, we have fallen." Whether it was to emphasise her point or the wine she'd drank Draco wasn't sure, but she actually did fall off her chair at that point. She didn't seem to notice as she grabbed one of Draco's hands and looked up at him pleadingly. Draco chewed his bottom lip, trying to avoid eye contact but gave in in the end and knew he had been beaten. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't going to get anything out of it. If it was so important then he'd undoubtedly be able to squeeze any luxuries he commanded out of his grateful parents and he'd be able to seduce, fuck and then utterly humiliate Harry Potter when he publicly dumped him. It would destroy him!

"I'll do it," he replied gruffly.

Narcissa planted small kisses on his hand in gratitude. "My lovely son! My handsome son… My lovely handsome gay, gay son!"

"Oh shut up," he snapped, snatching his hand away. "Now drink some more wine and tell me how Father found out that Potter is gay."

And so ends chapter two! I hope you guys liked it. I mentioned it briefly in the first chapter and in the beginning of this one that Voldemort died permanently at the hands of an infant Harry Potter. I guess that makes the story slightly AU and why I have written the characters the way I have; everything is just more relaxed in this world..

Anyway, please review if you enjoyed! Or even if you didn't, please review - you can do it anonymously if you like, I don't mind.. Any suggestions, thoughts, criticisms you may have, lay them on me, I'm happy to take anything on board.

The story will next be updated with a double posting. So you can expect to see chapter three (In which we meet Blaise Zabini, the object of Draco's frequent wanks) and chapter four (In which we discover something quite very random about what's going on in the wizarding world at the moment) on Monday. See you then!

Johnny.