! CHAPTER FOUR
For the whole day, Hermione has been ignoring Harry. He has seen her in the halls a few times, but she has walked right past him. Apperantly, the same thing has been happening to Malfoy. Pansy has been ignoring him, and giggling whenever he was around, or whenever she saw him. He knew this because Malfoy came up to him and told him all about it. He mentioned that he thinks Pansy and Hermione planned something for the upcoming party. Harry decided to investigate.
He saw Hermione in her dormitory. She seemed startled by his appearance, but he brushed it off. "What do you have planned for the party, Hermione?" Harry asked her calmly. She smirked in response, and said,"Wait and see, Harry. You can't just ask me that." Pansy appeared in the door, and cryptically said,"It's a surprise, Potter. Please tell me you know what a surprise is. Plus, you might like it." "Pansy,I'm sorry to say that your surprises aren't very appealing." Malfoy appeared behind her, and quickly eyed Harry. "What are you doing, Pansy? Quit talking to mudblood and scarhead back here and hurry up." Malfoy yelled.
"You seem angry, Draco. What's wrong?" She asked, quietly laughing under her breath. "I'm not exactly liking your surprises for the parties, Pansy. They're too childish." He told her. "Ah, come on,Malfoy! We are far from getting married and having kids! We are children! Besides, I think you like the surprises more than you care to admit. Damn it, Malfoy! What are you so bloody afraid of?" She yelled. Malfoy replied with a scoff and he rolled his eyes. He appeared to be even angrier, although Pansy never minded making him angry. Draco didn't want to talk to her. He was too afraid to say something that will give away his dark secret. He doesn't want Pansy knowing, yet she seems to know everything. He came to a conclusion that the best thing to do is just to be quiet.
Time for the party quickly arrived. Harry showed up, and was immediately approached by Malfoy. "Potter, when it's your turn, do not pick dare, or I swear on Merlin, I will hex you." Harry nodded and sat down next to Ron and Hermione. Everyone was having fun. It appeared to me a normal, teenage party. Drinks, muggle games and unsupervised teenagers.
It was finally Harry's turn. "Harry, now remember that when you pick truth, you absolutely have to be completely honest. You understand?" Pansy asked and Harry nodded. "So, truth or dare?" She continued. Harry glanced at Malfoy, and picked truth. "Did you feel anything, ever, for Malfoy? Perhaps when he saved you in detention?" She questioned. "What? No!" He answered. His face was about to turn pink as he thought Pansy was going to question him further. He was relieved when she said,"Right." and moved on.
A few more turns go by when Pansy got to Malfoy. She asked him the same question she asked everyone else, and picked truth. "Oh come on, Malfoy! There you go again, sucking the fun out of the party! What happened? Starting to chicken out?" She joked. Malfoy didn't want to ruin the party, so he switched his answer to dare. Harry jerked his head, and stared at him. Pansy gave him a quick smile and told Malfoy to make out with Potter until she tells him to stop. They do it hesitantly, for about a minute. People eagerly stared right at them as they shared the kiss. They both were shy about it, until Draco opened his mouth, letting Harry explore further just for the satisfaction of it. They deepened their kiss, until Pansy yelled at them to stop, and they rapidly pulled away. Their lips looked burning red, and swollen. A few people started chuckling as they stared at how they looked.
For the rest of the party, the tension between them was awkward. They exchanged glances and quick looks but they looked away as soon as possible. Harry saw that Draco reached for a bottle of alcohol. It was a good idea, to try and act like he was too drunk to think straight. But no one has seen him drink a lot of alcohol that night, so it wouldn't make sense. Everyone keeps playing and talking for about an hour until 12:00 AM hits. Then, everyone agreed to go.
Harry and Draco were the last ones out. As they cams out the door, Draco stopped slowly, until Harry stopped too. Draco started leaning in. Harry didn't know what to do, so he just stood there. Draco's mouth crashed Harry's and opened up immediately. His kisses tasted like alcohol, but it was the best damn alcohol Harry tasted throughout his whole life. The kiss was sloppy, and unexpected, but they didn't mind. Draco pulled away, and stared at Harry. "We're drunk." He whispered. "No, you're drunk. Go to bed. Goodnight." Harry replied. Draco stood there as he muttered,"goodnight" to him. Why did I do that? He asked himself.
