Hey peeps, sorry for the delay, felt a little dishearted. The whopping 2 reviews from last chapter was slightly lifting, hehe. But anywho, I'd thought I had done a good job on that chapter? I think I will take a long break from this story. Tell me what you think anyway, maybe it will inspire me.

Chapter ten: The celebration

Pansy slouched her cranberry vodka over the rim of her glass, throwing her head back in a laugh. She was surrounded by Slytherins and Ravenclaws in the Slytherins common room. The chairs and sofas had been pushed to the sides to make room for a dance area, the curtains were drawn and the windows blacked out to keep out the light of the still risen sun.

Draco was across the room, doing shots with Miles Bletchley, and Blaise was attached to a funnel in the middle of their make-shift dance floor.

"Blaise, baby, you rocked today!" Malcolm Baddock stated loudly over the music. Everyone in the room let out a cheer.

"And who can forget Malfoy's amazing catch, too bad we didn't get to see it." Commented a seventh year Ravenclaw, Eddie Carmichael. He continued lowly, so that only Draco, who was standing just behind him, could hear his sneer. "What with it being to only time he actually beat Potter, makes one wonder."

Draco, not being one to back down from provocation, set down his shot glass and turned to Eddie.

"Makes one wonder what, Carmichael?" Draco asked, his question full of venom.

Eddie turned, not at all surprised and smirked at the Draco, who was a few inches shorter.

"Makes one wonder how you really got that snitch, Malfoy, it can't have been out of pure talent, as he's beat you soo many times before. Surely talent would have shown itself beforehand?"

"It's too bad that you'll be left to wonder, as you said, you didn't see it."

Eddie grinned a catty smile. "When I said we didn't get to see it, I did said we, not I." He said, brushing by. Draco watched him until he disappeared through the crowd. That boy made him nervous in his...weirdness...He turned his eyes to the dance floor, where he saw Pans and Blaise dancing together. He admired their ability to dance like that, the only dancing he could do was ballroom, which only came in hand when he was at something formal. Blaise dipped pans back, just enough to reveal what she wanted to tease the other boys, before pulling her up against himself again. He guided her hips to the sway of the music, stealing the fascinated gazes of many.

"I swear if he weren't a pouf, they'd be fucking out there right now." Crabbe joked from beside Draco.

Blaise was hot as her dance partner, no doubt, but girls had never held much interest to Blaise. Once when they were thirteen, he'd kissed a girl, but only because she'd taken him by surprise. He hadn't like it then, and somehow Draco doubted that Blaise would try that again. He tended to steer clear of bad experiences.

"But she's a fag hag, if he wasn't gay, she wouldn't touch him." Crabbe continued.

" 'course she would, she likes the lookers." Draco murmured, smirking, Crabbe laughed.

"Better watch it though, Draco. That Carmicheal's had his eye on our sweet Blaise for awhile now." Goyle said, walking up to his friends.

"Since fourth year, I think. For us anyway, I guess fifth for him." Crabbe responded, shoving some cauldron cakes in to the gaping hole he called a mouth. Draco inched away from the falling crumbs.

"He likes Blaise?!"

"I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't before that. Only reason I noticed his mooning is cuz every time I talked to the fellow, he'd ask about you. First I thought it was you he was hot for, but then I saw the way he looked at Blaise. Not innocent, that one. I expect he'll sweep in any given minute."

Draco had been staring at Carmicheal as Crabbe chattered on. His jealousy always flared up when it came to Blaise and his looks. Draco always became somewhat possessive when he saw another boy flirting with his boyfriend, even knowing that Blaise was loyal. Though now that Blaise was free to do as he pleased, Draco couldn't stop feeling the threat of Carmicheals intentions. He would have to keep an eye on the boy from now on.

"Crabbe, Goyle. I'm going to need a favor." he started, narrowing his eyes at the light haired Ravenclaw.

"Tonight?" Crabbe asked wearily, both knowing Malfoy too well.

"No, no, you can start tomorrow." the blond said graciously, and pouring a round of shots. "Tonight we'll drink ourselves blind, boys."

"Draco?"

Draco raised his head from the carpet, from his position on the floor.

"Uh?"

"What are you doing?"

"...nothing."

Harry looked up and down the hallway near Draco's room for other Slytherins.

"So, you normally just lay down in the hall?"

"Yep." Draco had been crawling to his room, he realized, and must have passed out along the way. Well...he'd almost made it.

"What time is it?" he asked, getting to his knees and attempted to stand. Harry grabbed ahold of his arm.

"Just past midnight."

"Whoa, that early?" he laughed, and let Potter take his weight."Well I guess we did start pretty early, didn't we, 'round..." he counted on his fingers. "I don't even know..."

Harry led the boy to his room.

"Monkey's on crack!" Draco exclaimed, scaring the hell out of Harry.

"What!" The portrait swung open. "...Thats you password?"

"Best I could come up with."

Harry laughed and steered Draco in to the room. They entered a small common room, equipped with two armchairs, a coffee table and a fireplace, a desk and a few bookshelves. There were two other doors, which Harry assumed led to a bathroom and bedroom. Draco broke away from him and dropped in to an armchair, Harry sat himself in the other. The blond gave him a long puzzled look.

"...oh, yeah." he said aloud, remembering his question. "What are you doing here?"

Harry flushed. "I just..wanted to say sorry for earlier, I was really...nervous I guess."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Er..On the field..."

"The field?"

"When you...When I didn't want to..." Harry trailed off, unable to stop blushing.

Damn, if thats where all Harry's blood was going than Draco wasn't getting laid tonight. That reminded him...

"Hey, where do you get off refusing me today, oh wait, that's right, you don't."

"Then I should be glad 'today' was actually yesterday." Harry gave a small smile.

Draco tilted his head and gave Harry a strange look.

"Want some booze?" he asked.

"That was random."

"Yes?"

"Sure."

Draco jumped up, and crouched at the coffee table in front of him. He opened a small cupboard and took a bottle of coppery liquid out. Harry slipped to the floor as well, leaning back against the chair. Draco uncapped the lid and took a swig of the firewhisky, then handed it off to Harry. Harry took three long swallows.

"Holy fuck!"

"What?"

"I'm fucking wasted and even I flinched after a swig."

Harry smirked.

"Did you even answer my question?" Draco asked.

"Yes." Harry answered.

"Oh, right. Thats a pretty lame excuse."

"Why?"

"Come on, you came to say sorry in the middle of the night?" Draco made his doubt apparent.

Harry took a few more swallows of the whisky.

"Whoa, this stuff is..." Harry felt his head sway.

"I know. Wizards rock."

Harry laughed. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Magically enhanced booze, what more could a boy ask for?"

Harry chuckled, raising the bottle to his lips. He offered it back to Draco, but it was refused. Draco was watching him, observing him through, though it didn't appear so, drunk eyes. Harry wasn't sure just what to make of it. Just then, Draco pulled up on his knees and crawled cat like over to him, settling himself beside Harry. Draco lowered his lips to Harry's, his mouth was warm from the alcohol. Harry touched the blonds cheek, which was heated as well.

"You're drunk." Harry muttered when they parted.

"You could be too." Draco laughed, lifting the bottle to Harry. Harry took it, but didn't drink as much as he had previously. Draco dropped back on his elbows, stretching out in before Harry. Draco pulled open his robes, under which he was completely naked. Harry's eyes traveled up the boys body in awe..

"You know Harry.." Draco said, taking the bottle of whisky and pouring it in a stream down his chest, where the liquid pooled over his belly button. "..what the best kind of shots are?" Harry gulped, and without really thinking about it, he crawled over Draco's legs, dipping his tongue in to the strong tasting liquid, and licking the white skin of Draco's stomach as he took the liquid in to his mouth. He licked his alcohol coated lips and looked back up to Draco's eyes. Draco watched with lustfully fascinated eyes.

"And I thought you were all innocent." he whispered in a trance. Harry pulled himself over the blonds body.

"I could be, if thats what you want." he responded. He was quivering inside, trying not to shake. He was so fucking nervous, it wasnt funny. Even through his drunkeness, Draco picked up on this anxiety. He liked it, he wanted it to grow, it excited him.

"Stand up. he demanded quietly.

Harry shakenly complied, keeping his hands akwardly at his sides. Draco's lips twitched, as if to smile, but remained neutral.

"Take off your clothes."

Harry turned red with embarrassment, his hands were shaking so badly as he undid the buttons of his robes. Draco said nothing until he was completely naked, surveying his body slowly from his position on the floor.

"Draco-"

"Shh." Draco stood up, moving to stand so close to Harry that he thought he could feel the dark haired boy's heart beating. Harry's embarassment fled, but his nerves were never more on edge.

Draco wanted to touch him, he wanted to have him, but he resisted for now. He inhaled softly, ghosting his hands down Harry's chest to hover over his hips. The brunette bite his lip.

"Touch me, Draco." he begged.

Draco felt a jolt of panic shoot through his gut. 'touch me, Draco.' echoed the memory of his father's voice. He closed his eyes for a moment to hide the effect of Harry's plead. His hands curled, still in place over Harry's hips. He opened his eyes and stared in to the questioning green eyes before him. He couldn't back out now, he was ready for this. His moment of weakness was quickly covered by the dominant look that passed over his face. His fingers snaked over the back of Harry's neck.

"Lets go to my room."

"N-no...Let's go to the Quidditch pitch."

Blaise balanced himself on the stone wall and made his way in to the bathroom that the Slytherin's and Ravenclaws shared. He passed a few boys in the shower stalls, and continued to the bath stalls. His vision wasn't so clear, he'd drank more then he'd expected to at the celebration.

Draco looked so pretty tonight, like an angel in the dark, though Blaise's drunken mind. He'd known today that Draco would beat Potter, who lacked more talent than his popularity afforded him. Blaise's thoughts were interrupted just then when somebody collided with his shoulder. Blaise stumbled forward and nearly tripped, but whoever had bumped in to him had turned and caught him, pulling him straight up. As his eyes began to refocus, he found himself staring in to the light green eyes of Eddie Carmichael.

"What are you doing, Blaise, little late for a bath isn't it?"

Blaise pulled away from the boy's hands, which had still been holding him steady.

"I didn't have time to shower after the game, just got dragged to the celebration straight away."

Eddie noticed a slight difference in the way he worded that, he looked down at Blaise's Quidditch robes, slowly taking in the tattered condition of the dark haired Slytherin.

"I see...Touch your nose." he demanded.

"What?" Blaise questioned.

"Go on, do it."

Blaise lifted his hand and slid his fingers over his cheek to his nose.

"...right, thats not what i mean, but i guess that answers my question either way. You're obviously too drunk to be left alone with a tub of water."

"What, thats ridiculous!" Blaise exclaimed, pulling up the collar of his robes, as he did whenever he felt he was being insulted.

"Is that really the way you want to die, Blaise, in a tub of water and filth?" Eddie asked gently, recognizing the boys stubborn streak coming out.

"Its self cleaning." He stated shortly, and made his drunken way for an empty stall, though they were all empty, Blaise was sure. Blaise disappeared behind the curtain of the stall furthest from the entrance. The tub filled itself, and the house elves had already set out a set of clean robes for him, along with towels and his bath things.

Eddie followed him, reclosing the curtain behind him. Blaise glared at him silently.

He pulled at one of his boots and nearly lost his balance dangerously close to the tub. Eddie watched carefully, getting close enough to catch the boy if he needed to.

"Whats your deal, Eddie. Like to watch boys bathe, do you?" Blaise teased meanly. Eddie smiled calming, annoying the dark haired boy even more.

"Right, whatever."Blaise kicked off his other boot. But his fingers weren't cooperating with the buttons of his robes.

"Need help?"

"I'm quite fine, thanks." Blaise settled for pulling them over his head. His hands paused at the band of his boxers.

"Turn around."

"Why, got something to be ashamed of?" Eddie asked, smirking.

"Maybe, or maybe I don't give peep shows to pervs in bathroom stalls, one or the other."

Eddie shrugged and turned away. Blaise narrowed his eyes at the Ravenclaws back.

"Can I look without you screaming or anything?" Eddie asked when he heard the Slytherin settle in to the water.

"Somehow I doubt any look from you would have me screaming, in fright, or anything else you can think of."

Eddie's gaze remet Blaise again, he went and sat on the bench where the towels lay.

"Maybe not." he whispered. "I hear you and Draco arent so close now adays."

Blaise lay back in the long narrow bath and closed his eyes.

"Is that what you came here to talk about?"

"I think you could do better anyways." Eddies voice was soothing against the tiled walls. Blaise lowered himself under the warm water, and wondered who Eddie considered better than Draco...Probably implying himself. Blaise considered not coming up for air. He opened his eyes, Carmichaels blurred figure stood up and said something, muffled by water. Blaise sat back up and took a slow breath. Eddie was kneeling beside the tub.

"Don't do that." he said quietly.

"Why not?"

Eddie sighed helplessly and looked down.

"What do you really want? "Blaise asked.

Eddie placed his hand gingerly on the ledge of the tub and looked back up at Blaise.

"That depends on what you want..All I want is to help you."

"What are you on about Carmichael?" Sinking slightly lower in to the water again, the cold air against his wet skin was unpleasant. He couldnt believe how much he'd sobered in so little time.

"I realise you're still hung up on Malfoy, god knows what you see in the git. But I'm willing to help you get him back, if thats what you want."

Blaise was at an indecision of whether to get mad or not.

"Why?"

"Because...Because I think love should never be ignored...Not yours at least..." Eddie confessed humbly. Blaise realised now what Eddies motivation was.

"You know, its not very wise to help someone you have a crush on to get their boyfriend back.."

Eddie grinned and looked up. "Yeah, but its better than seeing you sad all the time. It fills my head with too many possibilities."

"If I were you, i'd just have gone for it."

"Thought about it, but you'd have shot me down anyway. 'course, its not as if getting a new boyfriend would change your chances with Draco."

"...What do you mean?" Blaise asked cautiously.

Eddie swore under his breath, as if realizing he'd let something slip.

"What did you mean, Carmichael?" Blaise demanded with more force. Eddie made a reluctant face and looked around uncomfortably.

"You see...Well, Vaisey said he saw him with someone else down on the pitch today when he made a drive for the Quaffle."

"With?" Blaise repeated.

"Kinda.. Heavily."

"He..." he couldn't speak, Eddies words had wounded him. But hurt turned quickly to anger.

"Who was he with?"

"I-"

"Who!"

"I don't know, Vaisey said he didn't see because...because Malfoy was..."

Blaise's anger disintegrated. Tears of frustration burned in his eyes. It was hopeless, Draco had already moved on...

"Go on." he muttered.

"..on top." Eddie finished akwardly.

Blaise laid his face in his arms, which rested on his knees. His eyes shut tightly and he gathered his emotions, holding them in deeper.

"Good news for you then." Blaise whispered."Very well planned too." He said, as if reading Eddie's thoughts. As a Ravenclaw he would have been able to calculate exactly when to let that slip. He was caught. Eddie made a move to get up from his knees. His hand still in place at the ledge, he put his weight on it to stand. But Blaise suddenly grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stay in position. Blaise's face held no sign of sadness as he looked up at the light haired boy. He turned Eddies wrist face up, near his mouth. He traced it with his thumb, perhaps wishing to slice it, thought Eddie. But then Blaise looked up at him, with the strangest look that sent tingles through Eddies stomach.

"Are you a pure blood, Eddie?"

"Y-yes." Eddie answered, surprised by the question. "Would it matter if i wasn't?"

Blaise appeared to consider this question for a moment. "I don't know." he answered. He led Eddies hand in to the water, placing it flat on the floor of the tub, and pulling him closer to hold himself over the water, and his face very close to Blaises. Blaise could feel Eddies breath quicken on his cheek.

"But it certainly doesn't hurt."

Draco pushed Harry on to a bench in the stands, going back to where to started had been a good idea, the angry memory of Harry's rejection just hours ago fueled his body. The grass was too wet to make him pay in that particular sense, so this would do. He grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and smirked down at the Gryffindor, wondering how many tries it was going to take to taint him entirely.

"You're scarey when you smile like that" Harry said, with a soft voice. Draco's smirk affirmed itself on his mouth, and his eye's glinted. All at once Harry was taken over by this boy, pressed against him, Harry's back hit against the bench seat behind him and his hands coming quickly to Draco's sides. Savouring the feeling of Draco's body through his robes, and the forceful kissing, he wanted it to last incase the boy pulled away. Draco yanked the half closed robe off Harry's shoulders and pressed him back againsted the bench again. When Draco had him all worked up, he pulled back and stood up. He grabbed Harry by the arm and kneeling him on the bench. Draco remained silent as he placed the boy's hands on the bench in front of them, and pulled open his own robes. He pulled Harry's hair back, and pushed in to him. He was as gentle as he could be with a virgin, what with being a jerk and all, but it probably hurt the boy anyway...shrugs Harry tried not to gasp in pain, even as Draco thrusted in to him again. It didn't really hurt too much, but it was..uncomfortable. That is, until Draco hands began to wander as he thrusted, causing the boy again to feel the strange air of chemicals that seemed to arise whenever Draco stood too close to him. Draco leaned him more forward on his elbows, and thrust harder. It was beginning to feel different, he tried to concentrate on the sensations, and as he did the better it felt. Draco smirked at the back of his mind, he was fucking the boy who lived, it was almost laughable. Seriously, the fucking golden boy. He almost laughed out loud but he didn't think that Harry would feel too confident if he was getting laughed at while getting fucked for the first time. Draco tried to get his mind back in the mindframe his body wanted, it had been awhile since he'd had consensual sex, and his mind couldn't even concentrate on it. He was becoming numb, he could have already came for all he knew. Harry tightened around him and gasped. Job well done he guessed? Back to the dorm.

Next DAY!

Pansy clutched her head and moaned. Pain, oh dear god. Damn that oh so luscious booze. Its was like a sexy annoying ex boyfriend that you try to get leave you alone because he is a loser, but the second you are alone with together, his bod is far too irresistible to resist...Stupid boys. she thought snorting to herself, walking to the great hall. Then she spotted just who she had been looking for.

Draco's hand slipped from the handle of the door to the Great Hall when he spotted Pansy storming his way, so he turned and looked brightly at her.

"I was just about to look for-"

She punched him right in the face. He backed up a step, in to the door. His hand covered his cheek, and he looked down on her in shock.

"Draco, you traitorous bastard!" She screeched angrily.

"Wha-"

"Shut up! You shut your dirty Harry-Potter-sucking mouth!"

"Pansy..." She raised her hand, and he shut up.

"Now, I will tell you this once and once only, Draco Malfoy. If Blaise finds out about this, if I have to deal with his crying and mooning over your choice of fuck buddies, if you EVER become public with...with this, and disgrace my poor baby, you will PAY!" She roared. Draco was terrified and backed up against the wooden door. She smiled and relaxed.

"That's all. How was your day, love?"

"...fine." He squeaked.

"Good, good." She patted him on the head and walked through the second door.

"...Fucking psycho." he muttered, following her in.

"So...What are we doing again?" Greg asked in an unconsciously dumb way.

"Spying." Vince replied, watching from around the corner of the hall they occupied. "On Blaise, 'member?"

"Oh, right. Are you sure that's his door?"

"Greg...He's our dormmate. What other door...Fuck, you're dumb."

"I can't help it, my fucking head hurts. I can barely see straight."

"Shh!"

"He's not going to come that way." Greg commented.

"Shut up!"

"Who are we spying on?"

"My god! Are you really that dumb..." Vince exclaimed, whirling to face his idiot friend, but instead came face to face with Zabini. Greg was leaning smuggly against the stone wall.

"No, just curious." Blaise said, having just come back from lunch.

"B-Blaise!" Vince's voice stuttered, flashing his eyes to Greg. "Uh...Just going to play a bit of a prank on pansy. You know, kid stuff, want to join?"

Blaise snorted. "Think I want to die, no thanks."

"Hanging out with anyone new, Blaise? Haven't seen ya in awhile." Greg asked with convincing curiosity.

"Uh, I don't think so..." Blaise's brow creased at the odd behaviors of the pair before him. "Have you two already been to lunch?"

"Lunch? Oooo, we missed that?" Greg whined, having only awoken an hour before. Vince on the otherhand paled at the thought of food.

"Well, I'm going to...do stuff, I'll see you." Blaise waved goodbye and disappeared through the common room entrance. Vince swatted Greg in the stomach.

"Idiot."