Chapter Ten is here! Thanks for reading guys. I'm sure you'll like this chappie.

Harry left the common room late Friday evening, telling his friends he was going to go for a walk. He had worn some muggle clothes underneath his robes, so they wouldn't be able to tell he was going to the Slytherin party.

He ducked into a bathroom before heading to the dungeons. He took off his robes, and unbraided his hair. He pulled it back in a loose ponytail, and straightened his clothes.

He was wearing the pink blouse he'd bought at the Marc Jacobs store, along with the tight black pants and boots he'd worn for the ball. He licked his lips, wetting them a bit, and turned, looking at his reflection. The blouse hung on him loosely, and there was a tiny bit of lace around the yoke. He unbuttoned the top button, so it looked a bit more casual.

He looked good. He grinned, and walked out. He did a mental check as he walked down the stairs. Wand was in his holster, on his arm- check. Marauder's map was in his back pocket- check. Invisibility cloak stashed in his other pocket- check. Now he just hoped he wouldn't need all of this tonight. Who knew what the Slytherins would do...

He knocked on the portrait door, and it was opened by Malfoy. The blonde immediately laughed, startling Harry- Malfoy never laughed like that during classes.

"I knew you'd find the common room! You owe me ten galleons, Pans." The boy called over his shoulder. He looked at Harry, up and down. "You clean up well, Potter."

Harry blushed, remembering Parkinson's comment- he sincerely hoped Malfoy didn't have a thing for him- that would just be weird.

"Er…thanks."

"A bit girly, but it suits you. So, there's three rules for attending a Slytherin party."

Harry nodded quickly, and Malfoy counted them off on his fingers.

"One- Never, ever, tell a soul what goes on during a Slytherin party. What happens here tonight stays here." He looked at Harry warningly.

Harry nodded.

"Two- Don't give anyone under fifth year alcohol."

Harry nodded again- they had the same rules for their parties.

"Three- Don't let the girls get their makeup out."

"…why?" Harry asked guardedly, and Malfoy smirked.

"Let's hope you don't find out, Potter. And one more rule- if you shag anybody, don't come crying when you find yourself alone in the morning. Got it?"

Harry's eyes went round. "Er…I'm not planning on…um…" He sputtered.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, and let him in. Harry looked around the common room. It seemed like the party was in full swing- it was packed with Slytherins.

"Potter's here!" Someone yelled.

Everyone held up their glasses.

"To the Golden Boy!" They said, laughing, and drank to him.

Harry's eyes widened, and he jumped as Pansy spoke up- suddenly at his side. "They'll drink to anything, hon. Any excuse works." She wove her arm through his with a smirk, and looked him over. "You look cute."

"Um, thanks."

She led him around the room. Harry glanced over to see Malfoy at the drinks table, grabbing a drink for himself.

"So, this is it. It's pretty tame right now- all the fourth years and under will be heading to their dorms pretty soon- Snape's rules, of course."

"He knows?"

"Of course he does. He'll be by later." At his astonished look, she smirked. "We bribe him with alcohol. Usually he just sits in the corner and glares at anyone who tries to talk to him, but he usually leaves at 3am in an alcoholic stupor-"

Harry began to chuckle at this.

"Of course, when we play truth or dare later, he's strictly off limits-"

"Truth or dare?"

"Well, yes, what's a party without a few games?" She winked at him, and led him to a group of girls in their year.

"Girls, Harry; Harry, the girls."

"Uh…hi."

Greengrass raised a brow. "Nice shirt, Potter."

"I think it's cute." Davis said. "Muggle, right?"

Harry nodded.

"I thought so. Looks good on you."

Someone turned the music up even louder, and people began to dance. Harry edged his way around the crowd, and went to the drinks table.

He looked around, looking for something familiar.

"Here." Nott poured him some pumpkin juice. Harry downed it, and choked.

"What the hell-"

Nott laughed. "You don't drink, do ya, Potter?"

Harry coughed and gagged, and Nott pounded him on the back. "We spiked it, of course. The regular one is on the other side. Why don't you try this one?"

He motioned to another punch bowl of pink fizzy juice. "It's got a bit of a kick, but it's not as strong."

Harry accepted another cup gratefully, and downed it. Wow…it tasted good. Nott gave him a grin, and Harry grabbed another cup. He walked around the common room, watching everyone talk and dance together.

Some groups separated- there were some people playing Gobstones, while others were in a vigorous debate about the Quidditch season. It was just like one of the Gryffindor parties. It wasn't all that bad, actually.

Eventually, the younger students began to leave, and the common room lamps were dimmed, and more people began to dance. Harry stood by the wall, watching everyone as he sipped his drink.

Pansy sidled up to him. "Hey, we're going to play a game. Want to play?"

He shrugged, and she grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him towards the fireplace. There sat Malfoy, Zabini, Nott, Greengrass, and Davis. Pansy shoved him into the circle, and he sat next to Davis.

"Okay, we're going to play truth or dare." She waved Bulstrode over, who had a tray of shots. "Okay, so for now, we take a drink every time we don't do Truth. When we run out of shots, we'll start doing proper dares."

Everyone nodded, clearly used to these rules. Harry stared at the shots. Well…they were little, maybe he wouldn't get too drunk. He wondered what sort of truths they could get him to tell them.

Pansy grinned right at him, and Bulstrode sat next to her. "Potter, you're our guest here- you can go first. Truth or dare?"

Harry glanced at the tray. "Er…truth."

"You're no fun." Nott groused.

Harry smiled hesitantly, while Pansy quietly conferred with Malfoy and Bulstrode for a question. She smirked at him as they decided.

"Okay Potter…first question. Have you ever shagged anybody?"

Wow, they went right for that one, didn't they?

Harry blushed, looking at his knees. "No."

"Speak up Potter, we can't hear you." Nott said with a grin.

"No. I haven't." Harry said flatly, trying not to react to their giggles and laughter.

"Now Potter, it's your turn to ask Nott."

Harry sighed. "Nott, truth or Dare?"

"Dare, of course." Nott said with a grin, and downed a shot. The others cheered him on, and Harry rolled his eyes.

The game continued around the circle. Harry actually had fun- he learnt that Bulstrode had a crush on a Ravenclaw, and Greengrass had shagged a Hufflepuff boy. Malfoy, of course, chose to drink instead of telling anything.

Pansy looked at Harry again. "Potter, truth or dare?"

"Tru…" He changed his mind. "Dare."

The others laughed. "Uh uh, you can't change your mind!" Davis said, giggling. She leant over, and whispered in Pansy's ear to recommend a question.

Pansy grinned suddenly, and Harry felt very, very afraid.

"Potter…Boxers or briefs?"

The others began to laugh loudly as Harry shrunk down, his face getting red. To be honest, it was neither- he wore knickers. He buried his face in his hands.

"Potter, you have to answer, or you'll get dared to do something- and trust us, you won't want to do it." Malfoy said teasingly.

Harry sighed, and looked heavenward. He knew they were going to take this the wrong way… "Neither."

All the girls squealed, and a couple of them fell over. He couldn't help but grin, seeing their reactions.

"Oh, you got us there…" Pansy said, wiping a tear from her eye. "Alright, alright, Potter, prove it."

Harry squirmed uncomfortably.

"Yeah, if you lied, you've got to do a really, really crazy dare." Nott said, laughter in his eyes. "So you better not have lied."

Harry glanced around, and bit his lip. He tugged down the side of his pants, just over his hip, tugging his knickers with it so it looked like he wasn't wearing anything.

"Oh! He was telling the truth!" Pansy squealed, and Davis peered over, trying to get a good look. He heard somebody whistle, but he wasn't sure.

He blushed, crossing his arms over his chest. And it went on. They circled a few more times, and he said Dare, uncomfortable with whatever questions they could ask him. He grew a bit tipsy, and his vision was a bit blurred by now. Nott eventually left, as did Bulstrode, Zabini, and Greengrass.

"Let's take this to the dorm, it's getting loud." Pansy said, and Malfoy picked up the nearly empty tray. Harry followed them into the dorms. They ended up in the boy's dorm, and the four of them sat on the floor.

As they sat down, however, Malfoy accidentally spilled all the drinks. "Shit." He cursed, and Harry raised a brow.

"Oh, that's okay." Pansy giggled, lying on the floor. "We can still play without the drinks. I think you've had enough anyways."

There was a knock at the door, and the four of them looked up- it was Zabini- "Davis, come dance with me. Moon won't leave me alone."

The girl sighed. "I'll see you lot later." She stood, and left the room. Then it was just the three of them.

Harry sighed, looking around the room. "Your room is nice. I like the colors."

"Of course it's nice." Malfoy said smirking lopsidedly. He glanced at Parkinson. "Let's get started, shall we? Pans, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Okay…how many boys have you snogged?"

The girl giggled. "Three. Not including that horrid Cousin of mine."

"Urgh." The boy made a face. "I wouldn't count him either."

Pansy turned to Harry. "Harry?"

"Truth."

The girl looked thoughtful. "So…Cho? Did you really like her?"

Harry sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "I thought she was pretty, I guess…but…I think she only liked me 'cos I was there when Cedric died."

"What was it like, seeing someone die?" Malfoy suddenly asked.

"Horrible." Harry muttered. "And it's my turn to ask you something anyways. So, Truth or Dare, Malfoy?"

"Uh…truth."

Harry looked at him thoughtfully. "Are you still angry with me about your Dad?"

The boy's face turned dark. "I…I was. But now? I know now it wasn't really your fault." He said quietly.

Harry smiled, and Pansy spoke up. "My turn, my turn!"

The boys exchanged a grin, and Malfoy was about to ask her another question when Davis came back.

"Snape's here, and he's drunk off his arse already!" She said with a relish. The three teens sprang to their feet, and followed the other girl to the common room.

Harry stared at the man in the corner, hiding slightly behind Pansy so he wouldn't be seen. He was just sitting on the sofa by the fire, with a bottle in his hands. He was scowling, and not saying a word to anyone. He was leaning forward, his elbow resting on his knee.

"He doesn't look particularly tipsy."

"Oh, he's drunk alright. See how he's leaning? He's trying to keep from tipping over." Pansy giggled.

She dragged Harry out further into the common room. "C'mon let's dance a bit. We can get back to our game in a little while- it's still early!"

"Er.."

One thing he learnt about Pansy that night, is that she loved to dance just as much as Luna. She didn't care who she danced with, she just loved to dance.

He just stood there, feeling dumb, while she danced. Someone passed around some more shots, and they downed them again, laughing.

Harry felt a little dizzy, and staggered away from the group, and leant against the wall for support.

"You know what…I think…you're pretty." Davis said, approaching him in what was supposed to be a saunter. It didn't work very well, because she looked off balance. The girl flipped her hair over her shoulder, and smiled at him.

"Thanks Davis."

"Call me Tracey." The girl leant in close. He could smell the alcohol on her breath. He backed up a step. "I can't believe you haven't shagged anybody yet- you're the friggin' Boy Who Lived-"

Harry scowled at the wall.

"But…you're hella pretty- I bet you could get anybody you wanted…hey, hey, Potter, maybe we can make you look toootally hot. Pansy!" The girl yelled.

The other girl approached them, giggling with Bulstrode about something. "What?"

"I think we should give Potter a makeover- he's cute, but he's not quite….sexy."

"Hey!" Harry protested, while the other girls giggled.

"Ooh, I think we could have some fun with him…sit him on the sofa, and we'll get our things."

Davis shoved him towards the sofa, on the opposite end where Snape sat. The man blinked at him a couple of times, and Harry grinned.

He really was drunk. Well, he was feeling more than a bit buzzed himself.

"Potter…what the hell…" He grumbled, and held up his bottle. "I'm not drunk enough yet." He grabbed another bottle that had been by his feet, and started to drink.

Harry watched him with a grin, and the girls returned, each of them with a small bag.

"Potter, I told you…" Draco said with a smirk as he sat on the arm rest of the sofa. "I told you not to let those girls get their stuff out- you lot are horrible."

"Don't be so mean, Draco. He'll look good." Pansy said, giggling.

Harry tipped over, giggling to himself as Davis took off his shoes and socks. It tickled.

"So…what's gonna happen?"

"Well, Millie is going to do your hair, and I'll do your makeup, and Davis will do your nails-"

"Makeup!" Harry yelped, and Malfoy laughed. Nott and Zabini wandered over, and sat on the floor.

"Yeah, put that orange one on him- it looks particularly atroc-atrocious." Malfoy fumbled.

"Nah, use that red, he'll look so slutty-" Nott cut in.

"Boys, boys, leave us to it, unless you want to be done up as well." Pansy said, and grabbed Harry by his chin to steady them both. She took off his glasses, setting them on the end table. One of the girls whistled.

"Okay…close those gorgeous eyes of yours."

Harry did just that, trying his best not to move around too much as Bulstrode started on his hair, and Pansy started his makeup. Davis was still trying to choose a nail polish color.

"Drink, Potter- fortification. You're gonna need it." Nott said, shoving another drink in his hand.

Harry downed it quickly, and grinned. "I like that one…it tastes good- what is it?"

"It's a Raspberry Brandy. Yummy, isn't it?" Davis asked. "Hey, what do you lot think? Blood Red or Black?"

"Red, red!" The boys crowed, laughing.

"Potter?" Harry opened his eyes, dislodging himself from Pansy's makeup brushes. He stared at the bottles in the girl's hands.

He blinked at them, feeling a little dizzy. He squinted, not seeing the colors clearly in the dim room. "The…red's fine."

"Go Potter!" Nott said, smacking him on the shoulder.

"Nott, don't knock him around, I don't want to poke him in the eye!" Pansy yelled at the boy.

Harry tried to sit still while he felt Bulstrode tugging a bit on his hair, pulling it into a ponytail, and then releasing it. Pansy grabbed his chin again.

"Lipstick time!" She giggled, and opened his mouth.

"Okay…just sit tight, and don't…move…" She applied the lipstick with a few strokes.

She pulled away, and Harry opened his eyes, and saw all of the Slytherins looking at him oddly.

"What?"

Bulstrode ran a hand through his hair. "I'm just gonna leave it down- you should do it more." She joined the others on the floor, and stared with them.

Harry tugged at his sleeve nervously. "What? What are you all staring at?" He glanced over to see the Professor staring at him as well.

Pansy shoved a mirror in his hands, and Harry's eyes widened. He looked so…different. He had darkish eye shadow on, and red lipstick on his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, looking at the mirror every which way.

"Wow." He looked hot. Maybe he was drunker than he thought. He didn't seem to care that he was all trussed up like a tart in front of the Slytherins.

The mirror was snatched from his hands, and Davis began on his nails.

"So, let's do a bit of divulging, Potter." Malfoy said, handing him another drink.

Harry sipped it, and set it to the side. "Divulging?"

"Of course."

Harry rolled his eyes. "What's it with me and people interrogating me at parties?"

"Happens often?"

"Yeah. All the time. They always wanna know…stuff." Harry said, watching Davis paint his toenails. He grinned drunkenly, trying not to wiggle his toes.

"So…a lot of us were wondering…did you really live with muggles before you came to Hogwarts?" Malfoy asked.

Harry nodded. "Yeah. Dumbl-lydore dropped me on their front step with a note. Aunt Petunia was very surprised."

"So that's your Aunt? Is she nice? My Aunt is a bitch." Pansy said, downing a shot, and passing another tray full of glasses.

"Yeah, mine's a bitch too. I hate her." Harry grumbled. "Well…I…don't hate anybody. Not really- 'cept for Voldemort, but he's dead. I just…really, really dislike her."

"What, she ground you a lot or something? Take away your broom during the holidays?" Nott asked, pouring himself another shot.

Harry laughed. "I lived with the muggles, you ass- no magic, no brooms- nothin'. I wasn't even allowed to talk about magic or Hogwarts or anything." He rambled, shaking his head. "Fucking assholes."

"That's awful!"

Harry nodded. "I wasn't even allowed to have anybody over- they'd pitch a fit if Hermione or somebody even called me up on the phone…and they friggin' hated my owl- you know they tried to lock us- lock her up? But she got out."

He wiggled his toes as Davis finished them. She pulled his hands towards her, and started on them.

"They locked you up?" Zabini asked, sounding surprised.

Harry sighed, leaning a bit sideways against the cushions. "Yeah. All the time. 'Course, me and Hedwig were able to get one of the bars off the window so she could go hunting…she brought me back mice." He giggled. "She worried about me. I didn't eat them, of course."

"Ugh, that's disgusting." Greengrass said.

"Hey, your cat puts mice on my pillow, so you can't say anything." Nott groused.

"There were bars?" Bulstrode prodded.

"Yeah…on the window. They had to be replaced after Ron and the Twins broke me out…that was fun. But the bars were replaced with thicker ones." He said, and took another sip of his drink, carefully so as not to mess his nails up.

"Hey Davis, you're good at painting nails…"

Some of the students chuckled. Harry leant over some more, resting his head on Malfoy's thigh, since it was conveniently there. He sighed.

"Don't go to sleep on us, Potter. I have to finish." Davis said, tugging him up again.

"I'm up, I'm up."

"How'd they lock you up? I mean, you were let out and stuff, right?"

Harry shrugged. "It wasn't that bad. I was fed, and let out once a day to the loo. Sometimes they'd make me do chores. It would have been loads better if they'd allowed me my textbooks, but they'd locked those up too."

"Shit, Potter, that sucks. What'd you do?"

Harry shrugged. "I ran away before our third year. Dunno how, but the cupboard door flew open, and I got my trunk out. 'Course, Dumbledore made me go back."

"You ran away!" Several said at once. Others exclaimed – "He made you go back?"

Harry giggled. "Yeah. Not the only time. I did it once when I was…seven. Then again at nine. Course, the police brought me back those times. Then the summer before third year. Luckily, once I started Hogwarts, I wasn't there year round…"

"So…that's why you never go home for the holidays."

"Uh uh, I went home last year. Well, not with them, I was with Sirius." Harry sighed sadly, and blew on his nails while Davis started to paint the second coat on his toenails.

"Oh…Black?" Malfoy asked.

Harry nodded, glancing up at him. He set his head on the boy's thigh again, closing his eyes.

"He's dead now."

They were all quiet for a bit, and Harry spoke again, trying to fill the silence.

"Christmas had been fun last year…it had been the bestest Christmas ever. 'Course…he won't be around this year, so…it'll suck again."

"You never know Potter, you might have a fun holiday." Pansy consoled him, patting his knee.

Harry shrugged. "I hate the holidays. Something always seems to go wrong. Whether it's Voldemort, or being locked up, or some shit…" He felt a hand run through his hair. He sighed, smiling slightly. "That feels nice." Who was that? He found he didn't really care at the moment, and just let it go.

"So…is it true you've got a tattoo of a hippogriff on your chest?" A girl asked-he didn't really recognize her.

Harry giggled. "No! Where do people keep getting that?" He shook his head, and sat up slowly. "No tattoos, no piercings. I…was thinking about getting my ears pierced, but I haven't done it yet. Maybe over the holidays. I don't think I'll ever get a tattoo, though."

He shivered, shaking his head. Davis finished his toes, and looked up at him questioningly.

"Voldemort marked his followers with a tattoo- left forearm- a big black scull with a snake tongue. It…moved and stuff. Saw it in fourth year…" Snape tensed next to him in his seat. Harry didn't notice. "He used it to call them to him."

He took a long sip of his drink. "Merlin, that was horrible. Cedric just…dropped to the ground, like it was nothing, right in front of me."

He leant forward, resting his head in his hands. "He said…kill the spare- like Cedric's life was nothing." He said quietly. "The man was fucking crazy. He'd hurt anyone, kill anyone, even if they had been his own followers. He didn't care about them- he didn't care about anyone."

He raised his eyes to the pale Slytherins. "I'm…I'm glad he's dead. I'm glad I killed him. 'Cos he never is gonna hurt anybody again."

"Hear, hear!" Nott said, and took a shot. He tipped over as he did so. Bulstrode rolled her eyes, and pushed him.

"Did he really hold you under the cruciatus?" Malfoy asked quietly.

Harry nodded. "Yeah. More than a few times. Hurt like hell." He shrugged. "But I'm used to pain."

"How could you be used to pain?" Pansy asked tearfully.

Harry leant against a firm shoulder, closing his eyes. "I lived with the muggles, didn't I?"

He buried his head against the shoulder, and felt an arm wrap around him. He drew up his legs underneath himself, and curled up against his Professor.

"I like you guys…we should do this again." He mumbled, snuggling closer.

If he had been sober, and more awake, he would have been horrified at what he was doing. As it was….he fell asleep against the man, who was staring at him with an unreadable look.

The next morning, he woke, his head pounding. He was underneath an emerald green throw blanket on a sofa. He sat up, and looked around. The room looked pristine, as though there hadn't been a party the night before.

Some people were curled up on the other sofas, but otherwise, the room was empty. Harry looked around, and found his glasses, and put them on.

He stared at his nails in shock. "What the…"

Malfoy came out from the dorms, looking as collected as ever. He smirked, although it didn't seem as hateful as usual.

"Good morning, Potter. Sleep well?"

Harry shoved the throw blanket off, and stared at his feet. His toenails were painted too!

"Now, I'm being kind enough to let you use our facilities to get a bit cleaned up- it's still a bit early, so you better head back before a search party is sent out for you."

Harry groaned, and stood slowly. "Fuck…Ron and Hermione are already probably looking for me…" He stumbled slightly, and Malfoy grabbed him by the arm.

Malfoy led him towards the dorms, and helped him to the loo. "Please don't throw up on me."

Harry made a face. He wasn't queasy, but he did have a horrible headache. "I'm not. I just have a headache, that's all." He ran a hand through his hair, and looked in the mirror. "The makeup is still on."

Malfoy leant against the bathroom door, arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah. Just be thankful the girls didn't dress up Crabbe and Goyle again- they look horrible in that stuff."

Harry chuckled weakly, and began to wash his face. He was aware of Malfoy watching him the whole time.

"So…how'd you like the party?"

Harry shrugged, using a green towel to dry his face. "I had fun." He grinned at the boy. "I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"You remember everything?"

Harry bit his lip, scanning his memories. "Well…I remember playing truth or dare, and drinking a lot…and the girls putting makeup and stuff on me…I didn't do or say anything stupid, did I?"

Malfoy shook his head, his face unreadable. "No, your perfect little reputation is still intact. Anyways, what happens at these parties is not spoken of outside Slytherin house. No blackmail or bribery necessary."

Harry gave him a weak grin, and ran a hand through his hair. He pulled it back into a ponytail with a sigh. "I guess I should head back." He turned, but Malfoy didn't move from the door.

Malfoy gave him an intense look. "Potter…there's just…something about you."

"Huh?"

The blonde moved forward, pushing him against the wall gently, and kissed him. Right on the lips. It was soft and gentle, not anything like how he'd imagined a man's kiss could be. It was missing...something.

Harry froze, eyes wide.

Malfoy pulled away, frowning.

"Huh."

Harry stared at him in shock. "What the hell!" He exclaimed, wiping his mouth.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Don't put much thought into it." He looked the boy up and down. "You're not like other guys. You're cute and all, but you're not my type."

Harry spluttered, and blushed. "You kissed me!" He squeaked, covering his mouth with his hands.

Malfoy chuckled. "Yeah, I did." He looked the boy over again, eyes lingering on Harry's face and nails. "You're too girly for me, Potter."

Harry's face like it was on fire as he stumbled out of the loo, and the boy followed him out. Pansy was there, and she looked perfectly fine, her robes pristine, and not a hair out of place. Not even any bags under her eyes. Harry was a bit jealous, actually. He probably looked like shit.

"Ah, I see you've cleaned him up a bit." Pansy said, straightening Harry's hair and shirt. "You'll have to come back again, won't you? We'll have so much fun!"

"Er…"

"The next party has been arranged for after the Yule holidays, when everyone comes back next term." She continued with a smile. "You better get going."

"Yeah."

Harry glanced at Malfoy. The boy looked as though he hadn't kissed him just a few minutes ago. He walked out of the common room, unable to say anything more. He was still in a state of shock.

Pansy turned towards Draco expectantly, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well?"

"He kisses like a girl." Draco sighed, sounding disappointed. "I thought he'd be a bit more…aggressive. At least…try to fight me, you know? He's definitely not my type, like you said."

"He's cute, though. You think we could try and set him up with someone?" Pansy smirked. She'd been right. Draco had been secretly lusting after Harry for ages, but she'd had the feeling that when it came down to things, they wouldn't quite mesh. But Potter was attractive, and someone that attractive shouldn't be alone. That would just be...awful.

"Who? Come on Pans, this is Potter. I seriously doubt he'd go out with anyone we know."

Pansy looked thoughtful. "Well…we don't know that…"

Hahahaha! Harry kisses like a girl! XD

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