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Lime--

Instead of waiting for the championship game, Gryffindor house had decided to celebrate after every game, win or lose, whether they played or not. So, Tuesday night, after the Hufflepuff/Slytherin match (the Slytherins stomped the Hufflepuff's to no one's surprise, though the 'Puffs managed a few good plays) loud and abrasive music throbbed out of the tower's common room. Over the summer Ron had discovered one more thing to appreciate about Muggles; body shots. So all of the Gryffindors and everyone else that made their way to the party were topless and shining with liquor and salt.

Harry himself was liberally covered in salt and lipstick marks, his own lips swollen and burning from the alcohol and arousal. More than a few of his fellow students had wandered off into dark corners to see where the routine of drink, suck, lick might eventually lead.

A faint citrussy scent filled the warm room, and Harry closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Draco didn't smell like lemons anymore, but something only a little bit sweeter. Harry had noticed that about three shots ago as the platinum blond head was pressed to his stomach, cool quick tongue flicking tequila out of his belly button.

Harry's hand had itched to be buried in the thick silky hair, but he restrained himself; in truth, barely supported himself against the arm of the couch as his knees were beginning to shudder and give out on him.

With a noisy slurp Draco finished the liquor, and then took a big bite out of the vivid yellow lemon wedge in his hand before licking heavy grains of salt off of Harry's collarbone. At that Harry's knees did give out and he sank to the floor leaning against the side of the couch.

The Slytherin leaned over and whispered something Harry couldn't make out over the thumping of his heart echoing with the bass coming from the speakers Hermione had charmed to work with the Wizarding wireless, and then the blond stood and walked, swaying slightly, out the door without looking back.

For the rest of the night Harry smelled something, but he couldn't place it until Ginny came by with a margarita and he had to push her away.

Draco smelled like limes.

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Note: So, it's a LIME, but not exactly. There will be a few more chapters of this, but I only have one and a half written, so expect my usual sporadic and unpredictable rate of update.

Still, reviews fill my soul…. Or some poetic bullshit like that.