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That night he met up with Pavati. They had planned this meeting to the finest detail. She had basically told him that she just wanted to have sex with him, and since that was what he wanted, he hardly thought to press this. The words exchanged were minimal, and so were the touches that didn't have any purpose. He heard her whisper the contraception spell; saw her undress in almost black darkness.
He was surprised at how easy it was to distance his thoughts from her, and although he pounded into her body hard and fast, he focussed his thoughts solely on getting off. He thought about nameless and faceless male bodies, and when he came he gave one last push into Pavati, and then removed himself from her completely. He did not let himself stay with her, but muttered a cleaning spell and started pulling on his clothes. "Goodbye." He said awkwardly before turning around and leaving Pavati, still naked in the dark classroom.
Back at his dorm, Harry was sitting on his bed, idly flipping through the Prophet. He was horrified at his reaction when he found Draco. He knew that they had broken up weeks ago, but to find him kissing Pavati in their spot somehow made him snap. How could he do that to me? Did everything that happened there mean nothing to him? It was his choice to tell everyone, I never wanted that. Now, all that's left are these memories of losing my virginity to a boy that didn't love me enough to go against his father's wishes. I was so foolish. Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Ron and Seamus enter the dorm. "Hiya Harry." Seamus said cheerfully and he could tell that Ron had said something and was now ashamed at being caught.
"Hi Harry." Ron added, and then he bent over to rummage in his trunk. "Hi guys." Harry said, trying his best to sound cheerful as well. "How are things going?" He realised too late that the bed sank in beside him, and he didn't need to look around to tell Seamus was sitting right beside him on the bed, their sides touching. "Good Harry. But I think you should stop sulking about the Malfoy boy, you can have anyone you want and it's been long enough." Harry was surprised at this confession, and even more shocked by the fact that he could feel Seamus's hot breath on his face.
It felt like cheating, because it didn't bother him. But the rational part of him realised that it was about time for him to move on. He wouldn't have thought about going for Seamus, after that one time, he thought they had both realised it wouldn't work. Perhaps they just needed to be a little older, more mature. Or perhaps he just wanted Harry because he saved the world. At the moment though, Harry figured he didn't care. If nobody could love him for whom he was, he was also the saviour of the world, wasn't he? "Your right." Harry said softly, turning his face so that he was only inches from Seamus, and then he smiled happily for the first time in weeks.
Ron clearly notices the chemistry, and knew he made the right decision to tell Seamus to make a move on Harry. Harry was vulnerable, and he needed someone sweet that he could rely on. He was hoping with all his heart that Seamus could be that guy. Therefore, without considering it too deeply, he left the room. With that he left the two of them alone. He wanted Harry happy, but he also wanted to maintain the boundaries they set up when Harry was with Draco. He wasn't going to ask about Harry's love life, and Harry wouldn't ask about his.
On the other hand, Draco's first encounter with the opposite sex was less than appealing to him, and he was hoping the next party would find him some attractive male to snog. He realised he had to be careful, but at the moment he felt so disgusted with himself for just having meaningless sex, and that with a girl, he couldn't muster the strength for another one-night stand so soon. Draco lay in his bed for hours, now that his climax had subsided it left him re-thinking the entire experience and comparing it, reluctantly, to what he remembered having with Harry.
I am glad we hardly kissed. Touching her would have felt so wrong, the way her breasts grazed my chest with each hard thrust, the way her body gave way so easily beneath mine. She wasn't even that good, honestly. I miss H… No Draco, you shouldn't let yourself even think about him, it will do you no good.
Draco fought a losing battle to the wondrous nights he had with Harry, his damaged head conjured up an image, it wasn't real, he must have been confusing the night of Sirius & Remus's wedding. The image involved them, Harry & Draco, saying their vows in robes of black with silver and gold borders. It was a small wedding, only Harry's closest friends, Hermione, Ron, the rest of the Weasley's, Remus, Sirius, and little Marvelli. He could tell Sirius was highly pregnant again, and the fact that he had his own support system in their made him wonder at the amount of detail his subconscious is giving him. There sat, on his side, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, as well as the one and only Severus Snape, with Jeremy Martin.
He saw the wedding from the audience, in a way that he would never have had he been the one standing by Harry's side, and without a last thought he banished this image and locked it away. Thinking about Harry was dangerous, it would cause him to admit he never wanted to leave and then he would try and win Harry back. And that would have been disastrous; he thought and changed his current reality for his dreams.