AN: I'm making this chapter lengthier than the others because of the fact that my computer's Internet is acting weird and I can't upload on it. So, therefore I won't be updating this as quickly until it's fixed. Hope you don't mind; I'm rather pleased with this chapter, though, so I think you guys won't mind, I hope! Anyways, please review, etc; it's what keeps me going. ; Oh, and I more than promise it's not boring .honestly, it may be long but it gets better and better, so please read!.

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Sunlight slid onto the floor in front of a sleeping body.

Draco's eyes opened slowly and fluttered back closed as the somewhat dim light told Draco's mind to go back to sleep. His hands shifted and he felt stone. Cold, hard stone. His eyes shot back open despite himself and he took in his surroundings. How long had he been there? Why was he out here? And suddenly, his answer came through a portrait door. Harry Potter and his cronies came flouncing out, giggling merrily and stretching, ready for their comfortable, typical breakfast in the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron walked straight past, but Harry however, caught him from the corner of his eye. To Draco's great surprise, Harry kept walking, too! No; this would not happen. Draco reached out his foot and tripped Harry.

"Listen, closely, Potter," Harry winced at him calling him Potter, but tried not to show any pain, "I waited for fucking hours out here for you; I made myself up for you, I brought you fucking flowers and chocolates!" he seethed, pointing to said items to his left, the roses all withered, just like his heart. "I don't know what you think you're doing, toying with a Malfoy, but this will end, and since you obviously want neither to be my boyfriend or even fuck me anymore, I guess this is going to end shorter than I'd hoped," he managed to croak out, tears staining his beautiful porcelain skin. He rose to his feet and let Harry go, having had clutched him by his shirt in his anger. Wiping his tears mechanically, Harry's mouth was gaping as if ready to speak.

"I…I'm s-"

"Piss off, Potter. I had gotten the hint I was just your fuck pal, so don't try to apologize. I should've known; everyone uses Draco Malfoy that way, why wouldn't the Boy Who Lived do it, too? For some reason, I thought that you, being a Gryffindor and Harry Potter, would be different. Of course it's all my fault, though, isn't it?" he walked over to Harry and slipped his tongue between his parted lips, giving him a kiss that Harry more than willingly leaned it, and just as he did so, Draco pulled back, whispering beneath his ear: "Is it more wise to let a kiss fool you, or let a fool kiss you, Harry?" Harry's eyes closed just for a moment to think of this, and when his eyes opened, Draco Malfoy was gone. Turning to face the stairs, Ron and Hermione stood with shocked faces.

Harry swore under his breath as he realized Draco didn't hear him softly say "I'm sorry, my love, but it's for the best". Sadly, Draco had heard. A week would go by before they even next encountered each other, in which a sulking Harry would brush against the robes of a sulking Draco. Neither one of them insulted each other. They just cast their eyes down and kept going their ways.

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"Blaise, let's throw our party tonite, okay? I want to forget about a lot of shit right now," Draco spoke from the bathroom, showering to cleanse himself, he thought, of all traces of Harry Potter. His skin was red as a strawberry from scrubbing so hard. Despite how his outside demeanor was, Draco broke down crying in the shower; thank God for the water. Harry's words played in his mind over and over again every nite. Why was Harry doing this? How was it for the best? How could Harry get so close to him and then just shy away? Wasn't Draco good enough? He'd heard what the raven haired boy would say in his sleep; calling Draco his little Draconis, calling him the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen; saying he loved him. So why not in the conscious world? Why pretend that those feelings weren't there? Why not say yes to being his boyfriend?

Having had gotten dressed, Blaise entered his room and sat on the bed beside his obviously depressed housemate.

"So, what's got you in a rut now? Did you and Potter have a row again?" he asked, petting Draco's still damp hair. The boy leaned into Blaises' touch and nodded, trying his hardest not to cry again.

"Why do people do this to me, Blaise? Am I so easy? Do they really assume I have no emotions? He took my virginity, Blaise… Harry knew how I felt…I'd asked him twice to be my boyfriend and-"

"That slag didn't say yes to you! Draco, you're not easy; I am, and we know you have a heart, Drake, that's why we're your friends," Pansy cut in, walking into the room. She blushed and pointed, "The door was open…"

She joined them on the bed and they began planning for the party. They would make this a party no one would ever forget in all of Hogwarts history. For the students, of course; no one wanted to get in trouble.

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Hermione, Ron and Harry sat at a table in the far back of the library. They were whispering heatedly, Harry's face red as a beet.

"What is wrong with you, Harry! You know how Malfoy is; he's probably going to plot revenge against you with all the Slytherin's on his side! You've given him a whole week! I can't believe you, toying with someone's emotions like that! How insensitive can you be, Harry? Has it not occurred to you that typically when people have sex and the other mentions dating, you don't just stall in answering and then expect them to still want you! Anyone with dignity wouldn't, and you should've known that dealing with a Malfoy would mean anything but someone with no dignity. Every time I see him now, he doesn't smile, wave or anything. He just looks so torn and emotionless. Poor Draco, you've probably ruined his pride," Hermione shrieked through clenched teeth. Ron was staring somewhat angrily but thoughtful at Harry. He tutted.

"Hermione's right, Harry…just the day before things had seemed completely okay. We had fun at Hogsmeade, didn't we, Harry?" he asked quietly and the boy across the table who had put his head down nodded. When he sat up, his face was wet and his eyes shining.

"I…can't handle a relationship. Not now. Maybe not ever. What if the War doesn't go how everyone wants it to? What if Voldemort defeats me, and takes over the Wizarding world? What if Draco becomes a Death Eater against his will, and we find each other on the battlefield, and he has to kill me or I have to kill him? I don't want to have memories of being in love with him coming back to me that day; I don't want them ever. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Draco were killed, or left heartbroken…I'd rather things not get so deep right now to save him the sorrow…" Harry spoke slowly, noting the facial changes in his friends' faces. They nodded. Hermione's hand covered Harry's.

"Harry…I understand that this is a truth no one likes to think of, but…why not take the chance? You've already started, it's better to finish…Wouldn't you rather give him happiness now? I had never seen him break down as he did that morning, Harry, and honestly, I feel bad for the boy. What if the pain you've put him in now makes him build up those walls he tore down for you, and he gives up hope and becomes a Death Eater because he has nothing to live for anymore?" Harry let her words soak in. He was glad he had such intellectual friends like Hermione, because he often missed the more important things.

"You're right…I'll apologize, and make up for all of this, and hopefully he'll accept me," he smiled. They all stood up, Ron patting his mate on the shoulder, and walking out of the library looking a lot more content than when they'd walked in. No one noticed Millicent Bullstrode walking out behind them, a smirk playing on her face.

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At dinner, Pansy Parkinson walked around handing out invitations to various people, several Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuffs'.

"Oi, Harry, whaddya' think Parkinson's passing out?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged, eating his soup with little interest when something hit the back of his head. An invitation lay in front of him, and then Hermione, Seamus, Ron, Dean and Ginny. Pansy lowered to Harry's ear for only him to hear.

"Listen to me, Harry. Draco is in love with you, and you've broken his heart. If I didn't like you with him for the sake of his happiness, I would kill you for how you've treated him. Luckily for you, he's warned me and Blaise not to hurt you or try anything malicious, but I swear on my name that if tonite you don't make up for what you've done, I will Avada you into oblivion, you hear me? Millicent was in the library with you this afternoon, and she told us everything you guys said" she spoke, a forced smile on her face. Harry turned to speak and she was gone, giving an invitation to someone who walked in late. Why did no one let Harry talk today?

"Harry…did you read these?" Hermione asked a light blush to her cheeks. Harry shook his head and instantly opened it.

Hello, Harry! You've been lucky enough

to be invited to one of the Slytherin's infamous parties!

Come prepared for being so drunk you'll be removing articles

of clothing before you can say "Accio Vodka"! We look forward

to seeing you in our house and indulging in the exotic things we'll

have awaiting you here. You won't want to miss this, Harry…

Place: Slytherin House

Time: After dinner to midnite.

After they read them, they ignited into flames and were gone. A smile covered all of their faces. Behind them, someone screamed as their hair was caught on fire by the bursting invitation. They fell out of their seats laughing.

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Everyone was done getting dressed except for Harry, who wanted to look extra sexy for Draco. They all waited down in the commons room. Hermione was wearing a tight fitting maroon dress with a black jacket that stopped below her breast, her hair tamed and put up into a bun, wearing light make up that made her eyes stand out, her small heeled shoes adding an inch or so to her height; she looked like she was going to accept an award rather than go to a party. Ron, Dean and Seamus dressed casually in blue jeans and tight band t-shirts, and Ron and Seamus were already busy snogging on the couch. Ginny was wearing a super small, tight skirt with plaid design and a tank top that revealed her bust; Ginny had really filled out over the years, Harry thought; if he weren't gay, Ginny would definitely be his type. Her makeup was dark and smoky, using black liquid eyeliner and bright, multicoloured eye shadow to accent her eyes, Harry thought she looked ready to go clubbing.

Harry finally entered the common room and everyone stared at him lustfully, even Dean. He wore fitting black pants that showed off the shape of his legs, lime green leopard spotted creepers that made him stand a little taller, a tight Exploited shirt that if he stood the right way revealed his tanned flesh, a dark blue-jean jacket with band logo's, patches and buttons decorated all over it, and an array of belts that matched his clothing and hung from his hips. His hair looked even messier, but intentionally, and he wasn't wearing his glasses. Bright green eyes peaked out from behind his black hair, and Harry laughed at the expressions on his friends' faces and especially at Seamus drooling. You'd think he were half Veela or something.

"So, are we all ready to go?" he asked and they all nodded together, still staring wide eyed. Hermione was the first to get up, and everyone else came along too eventually, and they all cast silencing charms around them so they wouldn't be heard making their way to the dungeons.

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The party was already well started when they arrived, and an extremely intoxicated Pansy greeted them in.

"Good to…see you guys makes it h-h-hicheres, okay?" she asked, bursting into a fit of laughter. They all smiled nervously and wandered off to different areas of the room. Harry's eyes scanned their surroundings; there were lights and fog machines and glowing balls suspended in air; ice sculptures of all the house's mascots, enough food for the Great Hall, blaring music and dancing, half naked bodies. Then, lying on the couch in Blaise's arms looking quite comfortable was a gorgeous, absolutely hammered Draco Malfoy. Harry's heart caught in his throat and he nearly cried. Just as Harry headed towards the door, Draco pulled from Blaise's kiss, slapping the drunken Italian and getting up to race after Harry. Parting through sloppily dancing bodies, Draco saw Harry was gone. He left the room and found the raven haired boy punching balled fists against the wall angrily. Cautiously, for fear of falling and getting hurt, he walked towards him slowly.

"H-harry? I'm really sorry about what you saw, he, he just put himself on me and I-"

"Cut the shit, Draco. I don't give a fuck what your excuse is. You're just drunk and being the rooms slag." Harry cut off, turning to face him but not looking in his eyes. Draco's mouth fell open.

"You're getting mad at me! When …you're the one th-that left me waiting outside your door like some sort of love struck dog? When you … denied me the only thing my heart's ever longed for before? I know about what you told Hermiiine and Run; Ron…ron … I know what you told them okay? So don't…don'tpretend like you don't care about me…please?" Draco slurred, finding himself getting closer to Harry. Harry's eyes had glazed over. Draco licked his lips.

"When I saw you tonite…I was…well, gob smacked… You look so sexy Harry…and dangerous. Like one of those crazy Punk boys, from TSOL or Leftover Crack," he purred, his eyes blearily scanning the boys body. He reached out a finger, touching the distracting shiny buttons and studs. Harry had to smile, pulling him closer and kissing his head. He was admittedly impressed with Draco's knowledge of music. That was until he looked down and saw that Draco had been eyeing his TSOL and Leftover Crack patches, to which he giggled under his breath.

"You're right, Draco…I'm sick of my reputation…" Harry said. But in his mind, Harry knew he couldn't play the faithful role. In fact, he was sick of being just that: faithful and loyal. Draco was too clingy; he hadn't imagined that. Yet he wanted someone to want him for him and not his title. Not his abilities and strengths and name that he barely lived up to. All of his past was luck. Luck, luck and more fucking luck. But what about Draco? Was it just his luck to find someone to fall in love with him? Someone he'd never have expected but maybe always dreamed would? Fuck love, though, right? When you fall in love, it's telling yourself to give up all you are to be left empty; empty and alone. Always alone; that was Harry. His parents were gone, the girl he'd fallen for was gone, but then there sat Draco. Here sat someone who would not leave him, even now in the beginning. This drunken, blonde snow white Angel frustrated and disgruntled by Harry's attempts to push him away, who wanted nothing more to love and be loved in return. No; he'd not soften up for anyone anymore. He'd do things his way this time. He'd play the game; the fields. He smirked, feeling satisfied. But something inside tugged at him…he'd ignore that tugging.

"I'll give this a chance, alright?" Draco's head shot up, his eyes pink and shining.

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Inside the Slytherin Room were two figures engrossed in each other, tongues exchanging saliva and alcohol from one mouth to the other, bodies pushing and pulling from hips to chest, fingers roaming and unbuttoning shirts skillfully, moans and sharp gasps filling the noisy atmosphere. The door opens and coloureful dim lights flood the floor and loud, raging techno music pumps in. A scream is heard but is drowned out by the music. A glass shatters; maybe a cup.

"Seamus? How could you?" spoke a cracked voice, but the bodies did not stop. They only kept going and intensified until someone was heard threatening to come to which the other body giggled and encouraged. The person left the room and left the party.

Hermione turned around suddenly, dizzy and giggling.

"Did I hear someone crying?" she asked. Elizabeth Houlihan shrugged and shook her head no, pulling her back down for another deep kiss.

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"Draco?"

"Nnh, yes, Harry?"

"Do you think we could move this inside? I don't like how this feels, this is an awkward position because you're too drunk to sit up straight, and I don't want you to hurt your pretty skin"

Draco groaned in what you'd mistake for anger had he not been smiling and turning even pinker in his cheeks. He nodded and stood. They walked into the common room, the party still raging, looking to see it was almost 11, holding hands and moving through the people without struggle. No one said anything about a naked Draco. No one stopped and stared at them holding hands. No one noticed the trail of blood dripping down the staircase. Draco and Harry passed random couples making out, some nearly having sex on the stairs as Draco tried his hardest to get the other boys clothes off, opening the door to Draco's single dorm and throwing Harry onto the bed.

Draco's lips sucked down over Harry's perfectly tanned skin, sucking and lapping at the taut nipples from the slightly cold air, purring and digging his fingers into his sides, grabbing and squeezing his hips, giggling as the boy shudders and arches into his pressing grip, lowering himself and biting around his navel, looking up with misty silver eyes that met lustfully glazed green ones.

"Please, Draco..." Harry hissed, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of the silky blonde hair. Draco only moaned quietly and continued his teasing, reaching his fingers down between Harry's thighs, pinching and teasing the skin, moving his fingers higher and purring at how warm and soft he felt until something very hard and damp met his lips. That's what he'd been looking for. Draco lifted himself back up sloppily, just barely falling over before positioning himself on Harry's lap.

"Oh my God, Draco!" Harry shouted, his hands panicking and catching Draco's hips, pulling him forward slightly.

"I thought you wanted this?" he whined, pouting his beautifully swollen lips. Harry tried his hardest not to sit up and wrap them in a kiss.

"I do…," he nodded, "but…I wanted to make love to you, instead…" he said softly; Draco didn't hear him. He repeated this 3 more times before the boy was on his back, legs spread and chest arching. Harry was careful to coat the pretty boy below him carefully, his fingers having had stretched and prodded at his insides, enjoying the reactions and nice sounds Draco elicited. Wrapping his legs around Harry's waist tight, his feet resting in the small of his back, Draco willingly accepted the rude intrusion of Harry's thick length, wasting no time pushing until soft, warm cheeks met his base. With slow, methodic thrusts, Harry proceeded to make the sweetest love to Draco anyone in this world could possibly imagine. Draco whined and moaned and writhed under his lovers body until he couldn't take it anymore, arching up into him and crying out as he came against both their bodies, forcing Harry over the edge soon after, filling his bottom up with his essence. Too exhausted to remove himself, Harry comfortably let himself fall onto the boy below him, snuggling under his chin and kissing his damp skin. Breathing heavy and awkward, arms wrapping around each other in flails and kisses spread from hair to shoulders, necks, chins and foreheads, the two lay still in their flushed heat.

"Harry…"

"Yes?"

"Can we do that more often?"

"Of course, love."

"And Harry?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?

A hesitance of no more than a second.

"Yes, Draco."

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Cleaning up the mess of the party was no easy task, even though they were all wizards and witches. It was mainly due to the fact some had broken, lost, or used their wands for inappropriate things, or just had terrible, terrible hangovers. Many students moped around, clutching their stomachs and heaving over toilets, kicking over bottles and empty cups, avoiding the nasty vomit or alcohol wet spots on their not so gorgeous carpet and cursing heavily at anyone who dare step in their way, or worse, open a curtain that revealed the morning's light. The best part of everyone in the rooms' day would be the one thing they all shared in common: class.

TBC…

Next chapter will reveal: the scene in the room, two hurting souls, plenty of scenes of new hook ups, an unsteady break up and or relationship fixing, a fooling around Potter, a vengeful, bitter Malfoy, and a flirty as usual Blaise, and best of all, a hippie Snape? Yes. It's beginning to get unconventional and AU! Please review!