A/N: *Edited 12/24/15

Warning: slash sex scene

disclaimer: doesn't belong to me.

Snitches…None Golden

Harry rushed around the room, trying to find his Quidditch boots. He had called for a practice at nine that morning, but now he wished he hadn't. The Hogsmeade party last night had completely shook him up. Something had happened with Malfoy and he had no explanation for it. He hated Malfoy, so how could he have spent half the night kissing and dancing with him and then jerking him off?

Harry admitted that he had enjoyed throwing a curve ball at the arrogant asshole. Malfoy's face after they had kissed on the dance floor was priceless. But what had prompted him to do it in the first place? And then this whole thing with Blaise was getting completely out of hand. He had to figure out what kind of feelings he had towards the Slytherin.

Which Slytherin?

"Hey Harry!" It was Neville, coming through the shared bathroom door. He was smiling happily and looked like he was ready to burst with a secret.

"What's up?"

"I got a date tonight! I met her at the party!" He grinned sheepishly. Harry's face broke out into a smile for his shy friend.

"Way to go! Who is it?" He ducked down to look under his bed for the boots.

"Millicent…ummm…she's in Slytherin."

Craaaacckkkk!

Harry's head collided with his bed frame. He groaned, and rolled out from under the bed. He waited until the stars stopped rotating around his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Neville asked, concerned.

Harry winced and began to rub the back of his head.

"Slytherin? Really? She knows you're in Gryffindor, right?" Harry asked, skeptical. "Slytherin girls can be kind of…mean. She's the one who beat up Hermione second year."

"Yea, she knows who I am. And her family doesn't support Who-Know-Who. I made sure to know all of that stuff after my parents…left," he said uncomfortably. "Besides, how are you going to care about her being Slytherin, since you've got two of them yourself."

Harry gaped at him. "What are you talking about Neville? No I don't!" He quickly moved to continue his search.

"Come on, Harry! But okay, if you say so," Neville said with a smirk. Harry frowned at that. Neville didn't smirk, especially not at him. "It's okay with me, if that makes you happy. You could've told me though. I wouldn't have told anyone." He turned to leave. "Have fun at practice. Wish me luck for tonight." Neville grinned and left the way he came.

Harry stared after him. What did Neville think he knew? And he mentioned both Slytherins, not just Blaise. Harry made a mental note to talk with him later. He found his boots in the back of his closet. After getting dressed, he made his way to the common room. He was halfway down the stairs when he heard the loud voices and cursing coming from below. He hurried to find out what the commotion was.

Hermione and Ron were in the midst of a heated argument. Ron looked apocalyptic and he was gesturing wildly. Hermione was close to tears and Ginny looked frustrated. Both Weasley's had on their Quidditch gear.

"I can't believe this! What do you expect me to say? You just come and tell me that you're snogging Seamus! Blimey Hermione!" Ron pushed his hair out of his face.

"I wanted to be honest with you. I didn't want you to hear it from someone else. I told you I didn't know what happened. It was so sudden. It had to be the drinks. Ron, I'm sorry!" Ron rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to practice." He marched out of the room, leaving Hermione to gape at his back.

Ginny touched Hermione's arm. "What the hell was that all about? I couldn't understand a word you were saying! Why is Ron so upset and why are you crying?" Hermione didn't answer, tears streaming down her face she ran towards her room.

"Harry, what's going on? I could tell they were upset but I couldn't understand anything."

"It must be the waiver spell that we signed at the party. We can't discuss what happens there in front of someone who wasn't. It must sound like a foreign language to you. Sorry." He shrugged at her, not wanting to get her wound up about not being to go. But he was in shock. Hermione and Seamus? What the hell! And now Neville and Millicent. He didn't even want to think about his own dirty liaison. Ginny was frowning at him.

"So you must have had an interesting night, too! Your face is telling it all! Who was she Harry? And it had better not happen again!" Harry blinked and then made a face at her. Wouldn't she be surprised at the "her" he was with last night.

"Let's go," he said, "practice." They left through the portrait, but were almost mowed down by Dean.

"Hey guys, I'll be right there, late night!" He said happily and gave Harry a wink. Ginny scowled after him and glared at Harry. Harry quickly hurried towards the Quidditch pitch.

HPDM

Practice was a disaster. By the time Harry had reached the pitch, Ron had punched Seamus in the face. Seamus had responded by hitting Ron with a beater club. They were rolling around in the grass when Harry walked up. Team members Jimmy Peakes and Demelza Robbins were attempting to break them up. Harry joined the fray, pulling Ron away from their scrappy Irish friend. He struggled against Harry, almost breaking his nose with his flailing arms.

"Let me go, Harry! I'll kill him!" Ron shouted, his face red and sweaty with his exertion. There was already a bruise blossoming on the side of his face. Harry pulled Ron across the field and away from the others. Ginny was helping the others with Seamus, who was putting up a hell of a fight against being subdued.

"Ron! Stop! Let it go! What're you doing?" Harry shoved his friend roughly to the ground. "Stop acting like an arse!"

Ron spluttered angrily, his eyes registering shock at being pushed down. "He admitted it! Said it just happened, but he wasn't using her! He likes Hermione as more than a friend!" He jumped up, trying to get back across the field to Seamus. Harry blocked his way.

"Stop it! It's practice! The party was crazy, okay? A lot of weird shit happened. Maybe he is still under the spell or something. Come on! Seamus is your friend. He wouldn't do something like that just because!" Ron looked at Harry with a pleading look in his eyes. He wanted to believe that desperately. "Come on; let's get this practice over with. Then you can try to talk to Seamus, instead of just punching him." Ron took a breath and nodded.

He pulled his friend behind him as they headed back to the others. Seamus still looked murderous, but he was no longer struggling against the others. Dean had joined the group and he was looking concerned, no doubt having been filled in on the details of the fight.

Harry began the practice with a blow of his whistle. They were to play Slytherin the following week. Everyone took their places and Harry released the Bludgers. He took up a position as an opponent chaser, along with Dean. Ginny and Seamus were to play their normal positions. Harry didn't always practice with the team as Seeker. He knew that position all too well.

Things began to deteriorate again as soon as play began. Seamus managed to get a score on Ron, who was clearly distracted. He glared at him, muttering under his breath. Seamus openly smirked, taunting Ron for missing. Harry sent warning glares at him, but Seamus showed no regret. Ron saved the next attempt and threw the Quaffle straight at Seamus, who was ducking a Bludger. He was not so lucky with the Quaffle. It smacked him right in the head. He spun quickly on his broom, facing the laughing red head. He flew right into Ron's face.

"Oh that's funny, Weasley! Hit me when I wasn't looking! Just like earlier! Well you know what? That's why I was able to take Hermione right out from under your nose!" He laughed as Ron's mouth dropped open. Harry and Dean had rushed over to the pair, sensing imminent danger. Jimmy and Demelza decided to stay out of it this time.

"Why you little shit!" Ron exclaimed hotly. "You stay away from her!" He reached out and grabbed Seamus by his robes. Seamus jerked back and Ron fell from his broom. Harry sped down to catch him before he hit the ground. Harry caught him inches from the hard earth.

The red-head was breathing hard.

"I'm going to kill him, Harry!" He managed to gasp out. "You heard him!"

Harry groaned loudly; he didn't want to be bothered with this crap right now. The rest of the players landed down beside them and Seamus was still spoiling for a fight.

"I don't hear you talking now, Weasley!" He goaded, his hand reaching for his wand.

Ron twisted around and pulled his. "Yeah, you're gonna need that! But say that again up close to my fist!" Seamus' eye had started swelling shut. It was actually surprising that he'd been able to practice at all.

"Come on, then!" Seamus' Irish brogue was coming out very thick now.

"SHUT UP, SEAMUS!" Harry yelled and glared at him. Almost instantly, Seamus was thrown back by some unseen force. He landed almost twenty feet away. Everyone gaped in shock.

"Seamus! Are you okay?" Ginny ran to him, followed closely by Dean and Demelza. They helped him up. "What was that?" They all looked bewildered. Ron was looking at Harry, who was noticeably silent. Harry swallowed hard.

"Harry?" Ron whispered. "Do you do that?" Harry jerked around to look at his friend.

"Of course not! How can you ask me that?" He grabbed his broom. "Practice is over! So disappointed with all of you! How do you expect us to win against Slytherin, when we can't even get through a practice?"

"How indeed?" A smooth voice drawled from behind them. "That was really pathetic, Potter. Keep it up though. We'll be able to beat you from the locker room, with playing like that."

They all whipped around to see the entire Slytherin team. A collective groan came from the Gryffindors. Draco was leaning against his broom, casually surveying the dejected team. No one knew how long they had been standing there. He wasn't looking in Harry's direction at all though.

"As if this practice couldn't get any worse," Ron retorted. "I thought ferrets weren't allowed on the pitch. How did you get out of your cage? Go away, Malfoy."

Draco laughed. "I didn't know weasels could talk. How hard the Gryffindors little little brains must've worked to make you be able to do that." The Slytherins laughed loudly and Ron set his jaw and advanced on him. Ginny grabbed her brother.

"Enough Ron! Let's just go!" She practically ripped the sleeve off his robes, dragging him away from Malfoy. Draco watched them slink off and then saw Potter was looking at him, not saying anything. Draco fixed him with a stare, but his eyes betrayed him. Instead of the full on icy look he was trying for, desire crept in there as well. Potter simply turned and walked away, following his team.

Harry didn't want to think about Malfoy or his eyes. He was surprised the Slytherin hadn't directed any insults at him. That had to be a record. He had also caught his look before he had walked away. Malfoy's eyes had burned with something. Harry quickly put it out of his thoughts. For once let him get away unscathed.

Besides, he had another problem to consider and that was how had he thrown Seamus across the field? How had he done it? He hadn't wanted to hurt him, he just wanted him to shut up and stop provoking Ron. He was so busy thinking about that, he missed the body he ran smack into a second later.

"Ooooff!"

He had bumped into Blaise, who apparently was running late to practice as well.

"Harry. Hey." Blaise said quietly. He looked wary. Harry raised an eyebrow and Blaise gave a small smile.

"Your team is ready to practice." He nodded back towards the pitch.

Blaise sighed and said, "Listen Harry, about last night. I'm sorry about that. I guess I fell asleep". He looked embarrassed. "I hope you're not mad. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Harry blinked in surprise. Blaise obviously didn't remember the confrontation with Malfoy or what had happened with Malfoy. Harry started to feel a bit guilty. He knew that Malfoy would never tell Blaise what had happened.

Blaise was speaking again. "Will you meet me tonight? In Hogsmeade? I want to spend some time with you, okay? I like you. And it'd be nice to be able to talk without any interruptions." His voice was thick with disgust. "Meet me at nine?" He reached out to brush back a piece of Harry's hair. Harry cocked his head and studied the other teen. Did he really want to continue this? After what had happened with Malfoy, Harry wasn't sure how to feel about any of this. But maybe this would be a real opportunity to figure some things out.

"Okay. I'll meet you at nine. Three Broomsticks?" Blaise nodded and Harry walked past him and towards the castle.

Four pairs of eyes had watched the two talking. All of the eyes owners were consumed with jealousy. However, only one set had heard the actual conversation and a plan was being put in motion. This must end.

HPDM

Harry entered the Three Broomsticks at 9:15. The place was crowded, most tables occupied by students and some of the local population. He glanced around the pub, but he didn't see Blaise anywhere. Oh well, he could get himself a quick drink and maybe try to settle his nerves. He'd tried to go without a pill since he'd got back from practice and he felt jittery. He managed to find an empty table in a corner and he motioned to a waitress. She brought his order back in record time and left him to sit alone quietly, trying to figure out what he'd been doing since school started.

"Hey Harry."

He opened his eyes to see Hermione and Luna. "Can we join you?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded towards the empty seats. Luna looked at him and said. "It'll be okay, Harry. Just follow your heart. You know who it is that you want. He's not very nice, but you could tame him. He'd be nice for you. His hair is so much like mine too. That's nice."

Harry was in the middle of drinking as she said this, so it made complete sense to him when he not only choked on it, but spit some across the table as well.

"Luna! What are you going on about?" Harry was aghast. He couldn't believe Luna had so casually discussed him having a relationship with Malfoy! And how had she known anything about Malfoy anyway?

Luna just gave him a serene smile and patted his hand. "The hunchbacked dinglehoppers told me everything. I say go for it. It's better than having him as an enemy. We'll be at war soon enough. Ginny, Blaise and Justin will take it hard, but eventually they will learn to deal with it." She sank back into silence as if she had talked about the weather.

Harry knew that Luna was special in a strange sort of way. But he had no idea that she had this kind of power. He actually felt a little bit afraid of her; she was always so calm, so peaceful, but then she could drop bombshells like this. Was she a Legilmens? She had to be a damned good one and then to be able to hide it from everyone! But then that wouldn't make any sense either. He wasn't thinking about Justin or Ginny. So she couldn't have read his mind. A Seer? He looked at her suspiciously.

Hermione was looking at Luna also. "How did you know Harry was….uhhh..." She wisely closed her mouth when she felt Harry's angry gaze upon her.

"I already told you I'm not, Hermione! Just stay out of my business!" He angrily downed his drink and motioned for another. Hermione and Luna exchanged sympathetic glances, which only made him feel worse. As if he were some child who had no idea what was going on the world. That made him frown some more and Hermione huffed at him.

"Harry, we're your friends. It doesn't matter to us."

Harry groaned. He was never going to win this battle with Hermione, once she decided something was true. And she had that look in her eye, which meant she was going to start pulling out books soon. That made him groan again.

At the time that Harry was squirming with discomfort under Hermione's assurances, Draco had entered the pub. He'd spotted Potter the moment he stepped through the door. And that thought should've disturbed him, but it didn't. He knew Potter was going to be in Hogsmeade and he'd wanted to talk to him alone about last night. He decided he couldn't risk antagonizing him at the practice field, in case Potter decided he wanted to tell people about what had happened in the room. Blaise was the only other person who could put him at the scene of the crime, but so far he'd been quiet. Draco wanted to make sure that Potter kept his mouth shut as well.

Potter wasn't alone of course. The mudblood and that crazy girl from Ravenclaw were with him. He wasn't too concerned about her though. She wouldn't be able to understand the conversation anyway, since she hadn't been at the party. Granger was the dangerous one and would certainly become a complete nuisance if she somehow got involved. He would need her to be gone. He headed towards them, trying to quickly devise a plan to get rid of the girls. His solution showed up right under his nose.

"Draco! Are you ready to talk now? You can't keep avoiding me." Pansy had perfect fucking timing. Draco looked at her as she walked up to him, her arms crossed defensively in front of her.

"Pansy, do you really want to do this now? We're in the middle of the pub." He slowly started moving away from her, knowing she would follow. She didn't disappoint.

"Well then come outside and talk to me! We need to work this out. I can explain what happened if you'd just listen."

Draco took several more steps and then swung around dramatically. "You're acting like I had something to do with you shagging Weasley! I didn't know you were in that room with him! Why do I owe it to you to listen?" He said rather loudly, putting extra emphasis on the "shagging Weasley" part.

Pansy growled out, "It was an accident, okay?" She didn't notice where they had ended up in the room at all.

But Draco did and he saw the moment that the girl with the shaggy brown hair turned around and gaped at them.

"Ohh…ooops!" Draco said half-heartedly as he tried to cover up his wicked smirk. "I didn't see you there."

Hermione was standing up and was glaring at both him and Pansy with blazing brown eyes.

"What's that you said, Malfoy?"

"Nothing, Granger," he said innocently, "rather noisy in here. I didn't say anything for you to concern yourself with."

Hermione looked at Pansy and the other girl's eyes widened, giving everything away. "Yo-uu were…with Ron?" She stammered at her. Pansy attempted to look haughty and tossed her hair. "I don't believe it!"

Harry looked on this with disbelief as well. Had he heard right? Ron and Pansy Parkinson? Pansy wasn't denying it and Malfoy was standing there looking bored. Harry's mouth fell open. None of that made any sense at all. Harry turned his attention to the blonde just as Luna stood up beside Hermione. "What's going on? I can't understand what you're talking about." She was looking rather confused, just like Harry felt.

Hermione turned on him. "Did you know about this, Harry? Is this true?" The hurt in her eyes dissolved Harry's anger at her for implying that he was gay.

"No, I don't, Hermione. I'm sorry…I don't know what's going on!"

Hermione pulled her wand and stuck it in Pansy's face. "Let's go." Pansy looked at Draco for some help.

Draco held up his hands. "I'm not getting involved with the girl talk."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Fine, Granger, you don't have to be such a bitch. You can put the wand down. Let's get this over with." She gave Draco a disgusted look and then turned to leave; Hermione and Luna, still looking very confused, followed her out.

Draco turned and regarded Potter still sitting at the table. He dropped down into the seat in front of Harry and signaled for a drink. Potter watched him impassively.

"I just want to make sure you're not going to tell anybody about what happened last night. It can't be told that I associated with you." Draco said, his voice dripping with disdain. At least he hoped that's what was coming across.

"Do you think I want anyone to know about that? We were both drunk, Malfoy. We can just act like it didn't happen. So you can leave now." Potter took another swig of his drink and Draco watched his throat bob. For some reason, he couldn't seem to move.

"Fine, then I'll leave." Potter stood up and before Draco could stop himself he reached out and grabbed his hand.

"You don't leave until I'm done talking," Draco hissed out, annoyed at himself for stalling Potter from leaving. Potter pulled his hand away from his grasp.

"What do you want, Malfoy? I said I won't tell anyone. What else do you want me to say?" He asked irritably.

"I want to know why! Why did you do it? Kiss me? Why the other stuff? I'm not into blokes!" Draco burst out, feeling that it was especially important to mention that last part.

"I'm not into blokes either! But I don't recall you resisting very much."

Draco made a disbelieving sound. "You're not into blokes? So what's this with you and Blaise? You looked like you were definitely into something when I walked into that room." He smirked at Harry's discomfort, even if his stomach twinged with discomfort at that thought. What if he hadn't intervened?

"Never mind what you thought you walked into, why were you there in the first place? You left me standing on the dance floor! How did you know where I was?" He smirked back.

"I was looking for Pansy and found her, that's when I saw you go into that room." The lie came easily.

"That still doesn't explain why you came down to the room. And how was what I was doing more interesting than finding your girlfriend with Ron." Harry knew he had won.

Draco snarled. He knew he didn't have a comeback for that. Shit!

"That's not the damn point, Potter! You didn't answer the question. Why'd you do it?"

"What part of "I was drunk" didn't you get? It's over and done with. Can we not talk about it anymore, please? Let's just forget it. I am." He didn't see the slight flinch that Draco made at that, but the blonde recovered quickly, before Harry looked at him again.

"Fine! So just make sure you stay away from me from now on!"

Harry looked at the blonde strangely, shrugged and moved to leave. Draco took a deep breath and said, "Potter, ummmm…have another drink." He gestured to the chair. Harry looked at him curiously. Malfoy was asking him to stay?

"I thought you just said to leave you alone."

"I didn't mean right this second. I...well I don't really want to go back to school just yet." He looked away from Harry, embarrassed.

Harry didn't really feel like going back to the tower either. He knew that Hermione was holding court with Ron in the defendant's chair. He was in no mood to deal with them. Besides, he was supposed to be meeting Blaise. Maybe he would turn up later. He sat back down across from his rival.

"This round is on you."

Draco did a good job of hiding the smile that threatened to overtake him.

HPDM

Draco and Harry stumbled up the pathway back to Hogwarts, linked arm in arm. Neville and Millicent had seen the two staggering through Hogsmeade and had stared in wonder. Neville turned to her and said sadly, "This isn't going to go well. Everyone is going to get caught in this mess." She nodded in agreement.

"I still say you cheated!" Harry croaked out to Draco, who was staggering beside him.

Draco laughed. "Of course I cheated. Do you think I was going to let that wizard beat us at that card game? Just be glad that we didn't have to take more shots. I'm surprised we made it back here in one piece." He was holding Harry up as they stood at the entrance. Harry smiled sheepishly at Draco.

"I guess I shouldn't have placed that last bet, without knowing the cards." He hiccupped and leaned against the wall, trying to keep his balance.

"Potter, are you going to make it back to your room?"

Harry blinked. Which way was his room?

"Course! Just point me in the right way." They were standing outside of the Great Hall. Harry gloomily looked at the long winding staircase. He sighed heavily. It was a long way to the tower. Draco stood watching, his mind mulling over a decision. He laughed as he watched Potter start to climb the stairs, holding the wall for dear life.

"Come on, Potter! You are so pathetic!" Draco followed Harry up the stairs. "I'll take you as far as your entrance, but you're on your own after that. I wouldn't be caught dead in Gryffindork."

The pair struggled to the tower together. Draco was gasping for breath by the time they stood in front of the Fat Lady portrait. No wonder Potter was in such great shape! Gryffindors had to make this climb every day? He found himself leaning against the Gryffindor for support. He also realized he had to use the bathroom very badly. He shifted his weight to accommodate his protesting bladder. Harry grinned at Draco.

"Do you need the bathroom, Malfoy? I guess you can come in to use mine, since you did help me up here."

"I'm fine, Potter," he said nastily, but he was worried. He would never make it back to his room, and he couldn't think of any bathrooms that he knew on this side of the castle.

The Fat Lady was eyeing them warily. She looked hard at Draco. "Another Slytherin?! What has happened to our proud House of Godric Gryffindor? Are we to be Slytherin now?" She looked affronted.

Harry looked confused at that statement, but Draco nudged him impatiently.

"The password, Potter?" His bladder kicked him hard.

"Oh right." Harry said the password and the portrait opened and Harry moved inside. He looked back at Draco. "Coming?" His eyes twinkled in amusement. The other boy scowled and stomped in behind Harry.

"Hurry up before someone sees me in here."

The common room was empty and they hurried past and up the flight of steps to Harry's room at the top of the tower. Draco dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Harry snickered to himself. He would have never imagined that Malfoy would be in his room. He walked to his bed and sat down. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the corner. Draco came out of the bathroom. The blonde's eyes were drawn to Harry's bare skin, showing the intricate tattoo. Despite himself, Draco moved closer to inspect it. He was not familiar with the Muggle practice of tattooing. He didn't know of anyone who actually had one.

"What does it symbolize?" He asked curiously as he reached out to touch it. Harry froze, feeling the boy's fingers on his skin. He felt a surge run through him and he tried not to shudder.

"My parents. My father was an Animagus. My mother's name is Lily. My Patronus is my father's animal form. So I did this for them."

Draco let his hand fall away. He had never expected to hear Potter talk about his family. Everyone knew the story about it, but it was something that people just knew. He'd never actually connected Potter to the event or how it may have affected him. That both of his parents had been murdered and he'd been left alone as a baby.

"I'm sorry, Potter."

Draco was shocked to realize that he was sincere. Where did that come from? He had no idea what it would be like to lose a parent. It sucked that his father was in Azkaban, but at least he was alive and had been there for him. Potter had no family, at least none that Draco knew about.

"So who did you live with? Who took care of you?"

Harry rolled his eyes at him. "Everyone knows I lived with Muggles, Malfoy. My Mum's sister." And because Malfoy was staring at him with these wide eyes Harry just let it all out.

"They hated wizards and I lived in a cupboard under the stairs until I got my Hogwarts letter. After that, I had bars on my windows and occasionally I got to eat. Then, I found out I had a godfather, who had supposedly betrayed my parents and got them killed. I found out that he was framed, and that he was my father's best friend. He was the only family I had to connect with them. He asked me to live with him. But then he was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange."

Draco swallowed hard. He had no idea of how Potter had lived. And his aunt! She had killed Sirius Black, who was also his cousin. His own family had played a role in ending the life of another family member. The thought didn't sit well with Draco at all. Neither did becoming a Death Eater, something his father had expressed would be a good thing for Draco. Draco didn't want to think about it. He knew many of the things they had done, but he was certain there was plenty he didn't know. He never wanted to know them either.

"Wow. No wonder you're so screwed up, Potter. But Aunt Bellatrix…she's…not all there sometimes." From the look on Potter's face, Draco quickly decided that a topic change was in order.

"She's bloody mad, Malfoy! Are you kidding me?" Harry could feel his fury growing as he thought about that mad, cackling witch with the wild hair. Her laughing when she had killed Sirius. He longed to just get a moment alone with her again. "She has her cause. I have mine. I'll see her again one day." His tone brokered no argument.

Draco wisely kept his mouth shut. Potter clearly had his feelings about his aunt, and even Draco couldn't deny that she made him nervous too. But he wouldn't admit that to him, so it was best to move on. He was about to say something else when he was startled by Potter's standing up and the removal of his pants. Draco noted that he wore black briefs. Draco could feel his mind recycling the image of Harry's erection. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his mind focused on other things. Why was he still standing there anyway?

He didn't move.

Harry had walked into the bathroom and Draco took a moment to look at his surroundings. The room was mostly in shades of green and blue. He had expected everything to be burgundy and gold. There was a glass case that exhibited several small artifacts. He recognized a small moving dragon, which was eerily similar to the one Harry at battled at the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The dragon blew smoke at Draco.

"That's Cedric. After Cedric Diggory. He should've won the Tournament." Harry stood in the bathroom door, the light softly bathing him in a misty shadow. He nodded towards the dragon. Draco had completely forgotten about the dragon. He doubted he would've noticed a real one entering the room. He couldn't keep his eyes off the image before him. He twiddled his fingers nervously.

Harry walked back to his bed and glanced at Draco. He was wondering why he was still there, especially after he had said to leave him alone. Even so, they had spent the rest of the night getting drunk together in the pub and had actually gotten along. And lest Harry forget that just the night before, they had kissed and Harry had jerked him off. At that thought, Harry immediately got uncomfortable. He still didn't really have an answer for his behavior last night. It was like something had taken over him and just used his body and his mouth to do stuff. Stuff that he actually found rather exciting.

Harry shook his head, dispelling any thought about his actions. Malfoy had to go. Harry could feel the tension in the room growing and he realized that Malfoy was starting to look antsy. He finally broke the spell.

"Well, Potter, it's been a blast. Your tower sucks by the way. I'm leaving now." Draco stood up, fighting down the reluctance that was starting to rest in his bones. He started towards the door and Potter walked behind him.

"I'll walk you out. If anyone's in the common room, you're not going to get out of here without a fight." He reached the door ahead of Draco and pulled it open. But then Draco stuck out his hand and slammed it shut. The echo bounced down the hallway and Harry turned questioning eyes to him.

"What are you do-"

Harry was cut off by lips pressing against his own. Draco was taking a calculated risk, hoping against hope that Harry would be game for another round of…whatever this was. He had hoped that Harry would've initiated it again, but no luck there. So Draco was going to do the honors. Draco cupped Harry's face in his heads as he continued to kiss him. Harry's hands went around the Slytherin and responded in kind. Draco pushed Harry toward the bed, his tongue still dancing across his lips. Harry moaned softly. They covered the distance and Draco pushed Harry back on the bed towards the pillows. He kicked off his shoes, pulled his wand and cast a Silencing spell. He tossed the wand on the bed next to them.

Draco looked down at Harry, with that wild black hair framing the pillow. Potter's eyes were such a brilliant green and Draco knew that this color would always be his favorite from now on. Those eyes were dilated, deep and fathomless, glowing with a hidden fire. He kissed each one of them and then the infamous scar. He lay down beside him, wanting to take in the full sight of him. This man, his enemy, was waiting for his touch, waiting for him to awaken those feeling that he knew were there. Harry waited, beyond thinking, only anticipating something he didn't know. He felt an inexpressible yearning.

When his eyes had had their fill, he sat up and climbed on top of him. He leaned in and kissed him once more. Harry's mouth was parted and he drew Draco's seeking tongue in and they playfully experimented. Draco's mouth found Harry's throat and he drew sucked gently at the skin. Harry pushed himself up to him, wrapping his arms around him.

Draco found Harry's ear, and his warm breath sent shivers of delight through him. He suckled the earlobe and Harry shivered, eyes fluttering. The Gryffindor pulled off his shirt and ran his fingers down Draco's spine, sending chills through the blonde. He slowly began to massage his back, his body moving with the prodding motion.

The blonde's hands caressed the iron hard stomach, lightly tracing the grooves. He suckled the colored tattoo, inhaling the scent of the skin around it. Harry arched up, his breathing heavy. His hands moved down the taut body, running across to the upper thigh. He leaned down and kissed the stomach, licking it.

He shifted position to move towards Harry's manhood. His arousal sent explosions through Draco's body. He could feel his own struggling to break free of his pants. He quickly eased them off, including his blue briefs. Draco closed his eyes, willing himself to continue with his fantasy. He had never done this before, but he wanted more than anything. He was throbbing eagerly, impatiently. He brought his mouth down to the tip of the head, lightly breathing. Harry's hips gyrated slowly, a pant coming from him. Draco pulled Harry into his mouth, firmly sucking the head.

Harry let out a groan as the unbelievable sensation flowed through him. Draco's lips and tongue swirled and pulled at his shaft. Harry began panting, his body out of his control. He writhed with an ecstasy unknown before. He dug his nails into the soft bedding, trying to keep some semblance of sanity.

Draco inhaled deeply, sucking him back far into his mouth. Harry arched his back and cried out and Draco felt a slight wetness. His own body was leaking in excitement. Patience. Harry reached for his head, as he thrust into Draco's mouth. His hands clenched and unclenched convulsively in unconscious beckoning motions that matched his spasmodic breaths.

Draco knew Harry was close. He could feel the tightening of his body and his impossibly thick cock was skin tight. He continued sucking, guiding Harry there. His hand reached out to find his wand, not breaking the momentum of his sucking. Harry's grunts became throatier and his body began to jerk in a different rhythm. Draco sucked hard, pulling Harry's orgasm out of him.

"Oh God, Draaacoooo…." Harry's whole body went rigid and he squeezed his eyes shut. White stars circled the blackness and he drove himself hard into Draco's mouth. He pulsed his release into Draco's mouth and he fell back on the bed, boneless.

He felt a warm silky substance at his entrance. Draco had lubricated him with a spell. He felt a finger push at his puckered skin and he writhed into it, not really able to comprehend what was happening. The combination of the alcohol, pain meds and the waves of pleasure dulled the pain quite a bit.

He heard Draco inhale suddenly. He could barely manage to open his eyes. Draco was slowly entering him. Harry's back arched to receive him and he pulled Draco into him, his body only concentrating on the euphoria of the orgasm that was still happening.

Draco was trying to enter him carefully. Harry's eyes only held trust and desire. He pressed further, testing the barrier, but Harry rolled his hips to keep himself relaxed. Draco felt himself drawn in, to the warm depths opening and enfolding him. Harry embraced him fully, wrapping his legs around the blonde. He drew back and plunged into him. Harry cried out again, this new feeling sending shivers all over his body, as Draco penetrated the sensitive nerve center. He wrapped his legs tighter and slightly shifted his position.

Draco began thrusting into the warm throbbing passage, Harry's body rising to meet him at each thrust. Draco's moans and Harry's grunts mixed together in a seductive harmony. Draco drove in again and again, with unrestrained abandon, Harry meeting him at every stroke. The tension was reaching its peak.

Harry could feel Draco's body tightening. He wanted to pleasure him, to meet his every need. Harry tightened his muscles, squeezing Draco's shaft. He cried out in pleasure, his breaths now coming in sobs. He surged into Harry, every nerve and muscle taut. He was reveling in the sheer sensual pleasure of burying his full proud manhood into his eager warmth. Harry tightened again, and Draco's release came.

"Yesssssssssss…Harrrryyyyy!" He writhed on top of his dark haired lover, grasping his legs tightly, filling him. He bit his lip to keep from screaming louder. Harry strained against him, pleasure still coursing through him. Draco slowly came to a stop. He moved shakily away from Harry and lay down on the bed. His spasms kept him lightly jerking and moaning.

After several minutes, he managed to sit up and look at the man he had just been with. Harry lay there on his back, his arm covering his face. Draco grabbed his wand and cast a cleaning spell. He jumped off the bed and hurriedly put his clothes on. He walked to the door.

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

Draco stood with his back to him. He heard him get up and he threw on some shorts and t-shirt.

"I didn't want to wake you."

"I wasn't asleep. I'll walk you out, in case someone is downstairs. I'll cast a Disillusionment charm". They walked out in silence, both of them consumed with their own thoughts. When they reached the portrait, Harry said,

"Thanks for getting me back here safely."

"You can be so sappy, Potter." Harry looked up, offended at the words.

"Fine." He pulled the portrait shut with a hard jerk. Asshole!

Harry walked back into the common room, his mind and emotions in turmoil. He noticed Ginny sleeping on one of the couches. He touched her lightly. She stirred and jumped up.

"Harry, it's about time you got back", she yawned at him. "Dean wanted to talk to you about something. He said it was really important. Just go up to his room."

"What are you doing down here, Ginny? You should go to bed."

"I will Harry, now that you are here." She moved closer to him. Harry backed away, afraid that she would smell Malfoy on him. "I miss you so much, Harry. Don't you miss me at all?"

That was the last thing on his mind. His body was still feeling Draco's touch. "Ginny, just stop, okay. I'm too drunk and I'm tired and I got stood up by a drinking buddy."

Ginny scowled at him, but then attempted to put on a pleasant expression. "Okay, Harry. I'm sorry. Don't forget Dean. He sounded really frantic." He nodded. She stared at his back when he left the room, her frown returning.

Harry went up to Dean's room. Might as well get it over with before he went to bed. He knocked quickly and pushed the door open.

"Dean, I'm here. What did you want?" The room was dark. Maybe he had fallen asleep. Well they could talk in the morning. All he wanted was to go to sleep, stop his mind from conjuring those ghostly touches, the sounds of ecstasy in his room, only moments ago. He turned to leave.

"Harry?" A sleepy voice said. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Sorry, go back to sleep Dean."

"What the fuck! Haarry!" Another voice called out. It was strangely familiar.

A light switched on and Harry saw Dean sitting up in bed, blinking in the strong light. He wasn't alone. Harry's mouth gaped open. He was staring right into Blaise's eyes.

"Harry, what are you doing over there?" Blaise asked. He looked around him, then at Dean. "Why are you in Harry's bed? What's going on?"

Dean looked annoyed. "This isn't Harry's bed! You're in my bed, where you've been for the last few hours." He jumped out of bed, revealing red boxer shorts. Blaise looked confused.

"Your bed? I'm supposed to be in Harry's bed. I just spent the last few hours with him." Dean looked really pissed off.

"Stop playing games with me, Zabini! You came to my bed, not Harry's. If this is one of your Slytherin games, it's not funny! You told me you loved me and had always wanted to be with me. Was that a lie?"

Harry stood rigid in shock. Blaise was in Dean's bed! They must have had sex, but since when was Dean gay? He didn't know anything about this! But then again, he'd just had sex with a boy too, and no one had a clue about him either.

"What's going on?" It was Seamus, who came peeking around the corner.

"Bloody hell!" Dean cried out. "Get out Harry!" He ran to the door to push him out. "Don't let Seamus in," he whispered to Harry in a pleading voice.

"What the bloody fuck is going on?" Blaise said angrily. "Someone better tell me what's happening!"

Seamus jumped. "Who is that in Dean's room?" He came up behind Harry and Harry turned and tried to keep Seamus from entering. He pushed past Harry, craning his neck to look around him.

"Is that Zabini in Dean's bed? Why is he in Dean's bed?" Seamus cried out. He glared at Harry, who was not moving out of the way or giving him any response. Dean looked rather panicked by Seamus being in the room.

"For the last time, someone tell me what's going on! You lot are crazy! Harry, tell them I was in your room!" Blaise looked like he was getting ready to pull his wand and start hexing people. Harry knew he had to put an end to this right now.

Seamus sputtered out, "You're a liar! Why are you in Gryffindor? Why are you telling lies? Dean and Harry wouldn't have you in either of their rooms."

"Seamus, just go back to bed. I'll handle this," Dean said calmly, even though he looked absolutely mortified. Harry's heart went out to him.

"Seamus, let Dean handle this, okay? Go back to bed." Harry didn't bother to say please.

"No, Harry. I won't go back to bed. There's a Slytherin here in our house saying that he was in your room and in your bed. Aren't you a little pissed off about that?"

Harry pursed his lips and realized there was no way he could adequately answer that question. He was as dumbfounded as the rest of them. He had no idea that Dean was gay, and after being stalked by Blaise since the beginning of the year and had kissed him, he was now in bed with Dean. And to add to it, Harry himself had just had sex with Blaise's best mate, who happened to Harry's biggest rival and enemy. None of this was making much sense.

Blaise was staring at Harry with the look of a lost crup. As a matter of fact, he looked…Confunded. His eyes seemed to have a slight trace of the fogginess that goes with that charm. Harry frowned and leaned in closer. Yup, Blaise was Confunded.

Someone had Confunded Blaise into thinking that Dean was him? And then got them into bed together? Now it would explain why Blaise had stood him up. He'd been with Dean all night.

But who would do that?

And why?