CHAPTER SEVEN
The hallway was empty as far as he could see. Maybe Fred and George had given him the wrong instructions. Just as he was ready to go back to the Common Room, a great black door appeared on the wall. A mummy came running out shrieking with glee. A realistic looking werewolf was chasing it. So this was the right place. Not giving the door any time to disappear, he slipped inside.
Inside he could see the party was already in full swing. Loud music blared through the room. Some techno rave stuff. It was dimly lit with flashing strobe lights and the occasional red or orange light flashing across the crowd of bodies. People were dancing and yelling like there was no tomorrow. Everyone had on superb costumes. As a skeleton walked by, he wondered if all of them were really costumes. Freaky. As far as he could see the room was massive. There was no way it fit in the building without magic.
"HEY! HARRY!" A troll swung an arm around his shoulders, "Glad you could make it!"
"That you Fred?" He yelled over the noise.
The troll shook his head, "Fred's over by the refreshments. Fancy a cup of blood?"
He scanned the room and could sort of see the refreshments table. Another troll seemed to be manning it and was passing out drinks. So they were still pulling off the twin act. On the table he could see glittering cups of red liquid. There were platters of eyeballs and literal finger food. It was a corpse buffet with adorable pumpkin pasties for those who rather not eat people. That would be his next stop; he had skipped supper to come here.
"Maybe later. Sorry about not having a costume by the way. I didn't know what to be."
An anthro cat appeared at his side, "No problem Harry. Come with me."
"Hermione?!" He stared her up and down, "I thought were traumatized from being a cat!"
She looked good enough he barely recognized her. Her regular bushy hair had been tamed into bouncy curls that shimmered with every step she took. What shocked him was the fur, it was black and grey striped like a cat and her eyes had turned cat-like yellow. As if to make up for the furry covering, she was wearing less than usual. Her top was sheer and was pale green. Her bottom was shorts that went halfway down to her knees. She looked like a cat person out of Dudley's RPG games.
She giggled, the fur covering her body covered in glitter, "its Halloween! I had to try it out!"
"You look great!" George said, "So what will our plain looking Harry be?"
"Vampire or Veela?" She asked Harry.
"What?" He couldn't see himself being the overly beautiful Veela.
George laughed and smacked him on the back, "If you can make this guy a Veela, I'll give you a Galleon."
She grinned, "I'll take you up on that."
"Find me when he's a Veela. Fred seems to be needing some help. Those idiots." Some drunks were arguing with the troll over at the refreshments table.
He sauntered away into the crowd leaving them standing there. Hermione dragged Harry into the washroom and closed the door. The thudding of music still shook the floor but it was subdued. Inside it was surprisingly clean although there was a puddle of sick by the sink. A guy who was at the urinal whistled at Hermione. She just flipped him off and focused on Harry.
"So I'll be altering your face a bit and growing your hair out." She raised her wand.
"Woah! Wait! You can't be serious about making me Veela." He said.
Hermione ignored him, "This might hurt a little so brace yourself."
He nodded and shut his eyes. It didn't really hurt as she started whispering spells under her breath. It was more of an uncomfortable itching. The spell sounded complex so he tried to not move any. He would have put more of a fight up but it was Halloween. There was an itching in his legs and face mostly. Whatever she was doing took about five or so minutes. When she finally stopped muttering he opened his eyes.
She eyed him in appreciation, "Take a look."
He turned and looked in the mirror, "HOLY SHIT."
His face was still his but at the same time it wasn't. His jaw had become more defined but also more feminine. He had a thinner straighter nose and he eyes were a bit deeper so they seemed to glitter. The old green was replaced with a leaf green that glowed. Asides from that he had also grown an inch and had filled out. His hair was longer and silkier looking. He raised a hand to touch it and stuttered out thanks.
She just beamed at him, "You look amazing."
He hugged her just as a pirate walked in. Instantly he recognized him as Ron and let go of Hermione. Ron looked angry and stepped up to him. His entire body language screamed "fight me". He smelled like alcohol. If he didn't focus on that though, Ron also looked good. Being gay, Harry actually saw him as pretty hot.
His clothes seemed to be a ripped and patched up; well lived in. What was surprising was his face. He was actually wearing eyeliner. How the hell he had been roped into that, Harry could only wonder. It looked good on him though and emphasized his look. Those blue eyes were popping. He had magically tanned his skin so he looked more pirate-like too. A sword hung at his waist and he had the hat. He had gone all out.
"Who the hell are you? Why're you hugging 'Mione?!" He snarled.
"That's Harry, Ron," Hermione said.
His friend did a double take, "No fucking way! Harry is that you?"
He grinned, "Somehow, yeah."
"You look different."
"No shit."
Hermione shushed them both, "Now let's go over the rules."
"We have rules?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. For example; don't have sex."
They both laughed before realizing she was serious. Harry didn't see how that should be a rule. It wasn't like he was going out there to have wild club sex. He probably wouldn't even drink; he'd stick to the non-alcoholic 'blood'. The idea just seemed laughable. He wasn't an idiot.
"You can't be serious," He said.
"We may be studs," Ron joked, "But we're not morons."
"Rules are rules," Hermione said, "So no sex, no drinking, no drugs, and that should cover all of our bases."
"Sorry, I already broke rule two." Ron said.
She gave him an annoyed look, "You're underage."
"It's a party."
That clearly didn't clear it in her books, but at that moment two guys stumbled in. They both were dressed like vampires and Harry didn't recognize them. The taller of the two shoved past them into a stall. A retching noise accompanied the smell of sulfur filling the room.
"Sorry about him," The non puking one said.
"No problem." Ron steered Hermione towards the door, "We were just leaving."
Once they were outside and back in the throb of the music, Harry realized two things. He was suddenly getting a lot more attention, and he couldn't dance. Somewhere in his genetic coding it must have been left out because now he was standing there confused. Deer in the headlights. Hermione and Ron had already disappeared into the crowd, dancing together. He started making his way towards the refreshments table.
Once he made it there, after being groped and elbowed along the way, he waved to Fred. For a second the twin looked confused, and then a big grin broke out over his face.
"Hermione did a great job!" He yelled over the throb of music.
"I know!"
He turned his attention to the drinks. There was Firewhiskey, Butterbeer, 'Blood', some weird green stuff, and something that had fake -hopefully- eyeballs floating in it. He grabbed a cup of 'blood' and sniffed it. It had the coppery tang real blood did but smelled a bit too sweet. There was no scent of alcohol in it. It was only after he'd downed three cups it occurred to him that might not matter.
He felt a bit slow, dizzy, and reckless. Whatever was in it was working into his system. His body gained a weightless feeling and the music started to beat inside him. Stumbling a bit, he made his way to the dance floor. He just did what felt right and off he went. After dancing alone for a few minutes someone approached him.
They were wearing a black cloak like Death. They had a black mask that covered their eyes and he couldn't see their hair. All's he knew was they had a sexy mouth and silver eyes. At first they just danced close but the guy started grinding with him. They slowly made their way off the floor until he was backed into a corner.
When their lips touched, any trace of restraint left Harry. The guy's body was pressed against him, his lips moulding to Harry's. People dancing nearby stopped to stare at the two beautiful boys making out. He didn't notice. His entire being was focused on the guy's kisses, his tongue exploring his mouth. He tasted like peppermint. The way his hands roamed across his chest, down to his hips, made him moan. It was delicious.
As they got more and more heated, he couldn't resist the temptation. Moving swiftly, he pulled the mask off and peeked open his emerald eyes. What he saw was terrifying even in his drunken state. Draco's silver eyes widened, he could see himself reflected in them. Harry pulled away in shock. Two thoughts prevailed in his mind; 'Draco is gay?!' and 'I just kissed him'. His cotton filled head didn't seem to mind.
"What the hell?!" Draco hissed, "Nobody was supposed to know I was here."
"Do you recognize me?" He yelled, the bass dropped.
"Follow me!" The blonde mouthed, gesturing at his ears.
They weaved through the crowd. People parted for Draco like he was the plague. Already, Harry could see the rumors would be flying. Harry and Draco kissing at the party. What a scandal. The alcohol hadn't worn off yet so he wasn't particularly worried. Twice he felt people trying to trip him on purpose. Everyone's face held the same shock and disgust. When they finally reached the door, most people had stopped dancing.
"Is that you Harry?" Draco asked when they were out in the hall.
He nodded mutely. A rosy tint appeared on the other boy's cheeks.
"Ah hell! Sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I didn't really get a good look at your face. You look different."
"No problem. Um, since when are you gay?"
"I don't know. I guess I've always liked men but I wasn't sure. My father couldn't know but . . . I wasn't supposed to get unmasked tonight. Pansy talked me into going and I planned on keeping my cool, but you smelled so good. I - I wasn't thinking," The words streamed out, and his blush deepened.
Harry smiled at him, "S'okay. You're good at kissing."
Draco eyed him suspiciously, "Are you drunk Harry?"
He nodded happily, "Yup!"
"Fucking hell man. You're hammered. No wonder you made out with me."
"Do you wanna do it again?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you wanna do it again?" He asked, the power of alcohol making him stupidly reckless.
Stripped down to his basic desires, he wanted to make out with him again. He couldn't see a reason not to. Draco was attractive and fun to be around. He tasted good and smelled good. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it. The idea had always danced through the corner of his mind. Only now, fueled by drinking, could he really accept it.
Draco was staring at him, "You're kidding right?"
"No. I want to kiss you. Why can't I?" He asked.
"There's no reason you can't but . . . we can't."
"You're being an asshole."
"No, I'm being logical. You'll regret this in the morning."
"I don't care!" He flushed, "Kiss me!"
"Shut up!" Draco looked around frantically, a small crowd had gathered.
Harry stumbled forward and was mildly surprised to see the ground rushing up at him. Strong, warm, arms held him up. Draco hissed a stream of swear words at him but he didn't care. As he carried him, he felt like he was floating. Smiling, he snuggled into his chest. After that he started to slip in and out of awareness.
One second he was on a sparkling cloud, the next Draco was asking him for the password. He mumbled it out tiredly, and felt himself being lifted through. In the Common Room he was awake to notice all the staring. If he wasn't half asleep and drunk, he may have noticed Draco was the first Slytherin to step inside in a century. That didn't matter to him though.
"Where're we going?" He asked as Draco carried him up the stairs.
"I'm putting you into bed. Is this room yours?"
"Yeah, my bed is the one right there," He pointed at his bed.
Draco deposited him heavily onto the bed, "Jesus; you're heavy."
"Not my fault," He mumbled, rolling over.
For a couple seconds Draco contemplated him silently. Then he sighed and tapped Harry's shoulder.
"Come on, get up, you're not sleeping in that." He said.
"'Scuse me?" Harry stared at him.
Draco pulled him into sitting position. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Surprised, he didn't protest. Then he got to work on his pants. He pulled one leg off, then the other. Even drunk, Harry was embarrassed. Getting undressed felt terribly intimate. Blushing to his roots, he couldn't look him in the eye. Draco seemed pretty calm about the whole ordeal. His eyes roamed over him curiously, taking in his underwear clad form.
"Stop staring, you perv." He muttered.
Draco grinned, "Says the guy who just harassed me looking for a kiss."
Harumphing, Harry wiggled under the covers. He obediently held still as Draco tucked him in. The way he did it felt like he was being careful not to break him. If Harry hadn't fallen asleep at that moment he might have noticed how Draco brushed the hair off his forehead. How his eyes looked horribly sad as he took his sleeping form. How he gently kissed his lips and squeezed him in a brief hug. Unfortunately, sleep had already overtaken Harry completely.
A/N Guess what! I'm back. Sorry I've been struggling with grades and haven't had much time to write. Also I had a massive writer's block. I hope this chapter wasn't too confusing. A lot of what happened will be explained next chapter. Enjoy all of the fluff!
Review! Seriously, you should. It makes me smile. I update as often as I can and usually on Sundays. Note the usually. ^^;
