Harry now faced a couple of days until the next Herbology lesson. He woke up Sunday, knowing he couldn't wait until the next lesson to see Malfoy. He managed half the day without seeking him out, spending the morning with his friends.

Ron and Hermione deserted him to spend some quality time together. Most of his other friends were busy. Harry could deal with being a third wheel to Ron and Hermione, they'd been through a lot. But he couldn't be the third wheel with his other friends.

He managed about fifteenth minutes, before he got bored of his own company.

He automatically went to Draco's door, he knew that so far it has been him doing all the initiating and seeking the other out, but he never let it bother him. He liked Draco, he fancied him, he wanted him. He wasn't going to waste time tallying up how often he did this, and Draco did that.

He knocked, Pansy answered, "Hey, Potter. Come in." She invited, even though it wasn't her room.

Draco was sat at his desk, he looked up and smiled at him.

Pansy plonked back onto Draco's bed, she raised one eyebrow at Harry, "Don't just stand there, sit." She ordered.

Harry perched on the edge of the bed.

Pansy rolled her eyes at him, but didn't comment, "So you're a bloke, Potter…." She spoke to him like they had been friends for ages.

Harry found he didn't mind, he actually liked Pansy. They had sort of become friends, but neither acknowledging it out loud.

"Excellent observational skills." He teased.

She kicked him, Harry made a face, "Ew get those stinky feet away from me." He demanded playfully.

Draco was silently observing them. The way they were acting, was how he himself acted around Pansy. They were comfortable enough to tease, playfully insult each other, and most importantly, they just clicked.

She waved her foot closer to Harry's face, "I'll tickle it!" He threatened.

She quickly moved her foot away, tucking it under herself.

"As I was saying, you're a bloke. How many times can you go in one night?"

Harry knew she wasn't referring to bathroom trips. "Why? Is Blaise letting you down?" He asked amused.

"Don't avoid my question. But yes, in answer to yours, I think I tired Blaise out. He said he needs today to recover." She whined.

"You know a man apparently reaches sexual prime at about 18. Whereas a woman reaches her prime in her 30s. So unless you wait until you're thirty and get a toy boy, you'll never have a partner who's at their sexual peak the same time as you. That's the good thing about being gay. I'm in my sexual prime, if I date someone my age, he'll be in his prime too." He reeled off.

Pansy stared at him for a long time, Draco was also gaping at him, but he was sat behind Harry, so he couldn't see

"What? It's not proven or anything." He casual said.

"So you're gay? Like definitely gay." She blurted, having never heard it straight from the horses mouth.

Harry frowned, "Yeah. I thought everyone knew. Oh, now you know." He didn't really care what she thought, but he hoped she would want to remain friends. He was starting to like Pansy.

"Nope, didn't know. Well fuck me! Have you touched another dick?" She asked curious.

"Pansy!" Draco exclaimed, mortified. But curious to know the answer.

Pansy had always been that friend who gave zero fucks. If she had something on her mind, she'll say it, not caring how others reacted. Draco often wanted to know the same things, but wouldn't dare ask them.

Harry laughed, he liked Pansy's bluntness.

"To answer your question, yes I have. Before you ask, it wasn't anyone from my house." He replied amused.

Pansy looked like Christmas had come early. Draco knew her, she was a filthy minded person and she most likely had many questions for Harry. The same questions Draco once answered.

"Do you still wear your glasses when you're sucking cock?" She boldly asked. She was trying to see how far she could go before Potter wouldn't answer. Or to see if he blushed.

Harry threw his head back and laughed. It was refreshing, Hermione would never dare ask crude questions like this. Ron wouldn't want to know, just like Harry didn't want to hear about Ron's sex life.

He looked back at Pansy, "Depends. Some people like me to keep them on. But I've done with and without."

Pansy looked stunned by the fact he was actually answering her questions.

"To make it fair, you can ask me something?" She said.

Harry smirked, he knew she was expecting a question about herself. Instead he asked, "Does Blaise really have a massive cock? I've heard so many rumours."

Pansy snorted, "He wishes. It's just…average size I guess. You know I always thought it would be funny if you had a small one. Peewee Potter, with the ikle winkie."

Harry shook his head, "I guess you'll never know. Anything else you wish to ask?" He would rather get the questions out of the way.

He hadn't looked at Draco once, but knew he was listening, as his quill had stopped making the scratching sound to indicate he was writing.

"Um, can I watch?" She joked.

Harry pushed her off the bed, "No!"

She stood, "Shame, Draco said the same thing."

Harry turned to look at Draco, "You call yourself a friend." Harry teased.

Draco coolly replied, "I'd rather not let Pansy watch. She would criticise everything I do, then probably take pictures, and maybe notes. It would be enough to cause erectile dysfunction."

Pansy huffed, "You're both spoilsports." She knew she'd never get to watch. It was just a running joke with her and Draco.

She added, "Besides, Draco probably has sex in front of a mirror. He's the only one allowed to watch. Loves himself."

Draco chuckled, "You're the exhibitionist." He retorted.

She grinned, "You know, Draco's was the first cock I'd seen." She stated flatly, trying to make Harry react.

"I figured as much," Harry replied honestly.

Draco added quickly, "Not like that. We were young, before Hogwarts. It was a kind of 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours' thing. It was all rather innocent."

Pansy opened Draco's bedside table drawer and pulled out some sweets. She began eating them, ignoring Draco's annoyed expression.

"I tried getting him to show me again. He's not having any of it. Been trying for years." She complained playfully.

Draco stood and walked over to her. He took a handful of sweets before she ate them all. He glared at her, "Stop stealing my sweets. And for the record, you're not ever going to see me naked again."

She pouted, "Never say never."

Harry grinned and took a sweet from Draco's hand. Both we're far too busy having a glare off. But Draco felt Harry's fingertips brush his palm and he turned his attention to him.

Both Pansy and Draco were staring at Harry. Shocked that he just helped himself. Not from the packet of sweets, but from the sweets in Draco's hand. That he felt relaxed enough in their company to just do something so casual and carefree.

Harry bit into the sweet, after he ate it he said, "What?"

Pansy could see Draco was far too busy thinking lustful thoughts about Potter to answer. So she spoke up, "Just help yourself! Fucking rude." She joked.

Harry smiled, instead of replying he lunged forwards and stole the sweet she was about to eat. He shoved it in his mouth before she could take it back.

"Mmm, tasty." He mocked.

"Oh, you fucking went there…" She said unimpressed.

Harry could see he needed to appease Pansy before she throttled him.

He stood quickly, not registering that Draco was still there. Now he was standing far too close to him.

He took a step to the side, "Sorry." He told Draco.

He turned to look at Pansy, "I have some sweets. Let me go get them. Honeydukes send me free stuff. They sent me a batch of sweets that haven't even been released yet. They wanted me to be the first to try them…or something." He hoped the promise of new sweets would win her over.

"Get you…I'm Harry Potter, I get free one of a kind sweets sent to me. I'm so cool…" She mocked.

Harry sat back down, "You obviously don't want to try any." He coolly replied.

She stopped her teasing, "No. I didn't say that. Sweets. Gimme. Please. Pretty please. Pretty please with a cherry on top."

Harry folded his arms, "Nope."

Draco huffed, "At least get some for me."

Harry stood once again, "Okay. No sharing with Pansy." He stated seriously.

Harry left to fetch the sweets. Pansy grinned, "He wants to kiss you, he wants to hug you, love and marry you."

"Shut up," Draco remarked laughing.

She stopped messing around, "Seriously though, Potter likes you. I begged for sweets and I'm not getting any. You ask, without even saying please, and he immediately goes to get them. I cannot believe that we now know for definite that Potter's gay."

Draco contemplated what she had just said, and blurted, "We almost kissed."

Pansy bolted up into a straight-backed sitting potion, whole body language more alert and interested, "What! When? Details."

Draco relayed the whole play fight in the lake, got to the part where they ran soaking wet to the common room, "So yeah. We were just staring at each other. I was just about to lean in and kiss him, when Neville disturbed us."

Before Pansy could respond, Harry came back, "Sorry for the delay, I got talking to Dean about something."

He sat back on the bed, but this time he didn't perch on the edge. He made himself comfortable, looking as if he had lounged on Draco's bed countless times.

"Here are the new sweets. They're in the trial stage, so don't go whining to me if you don't like them." He light-heartedly informed them.

Pansy smirked, "Even me?"

Harry shrugged, "Sure. But you'll have to tell me something embarrassing about yourself." He bargained.

The allure of sweets was too tempting, she reached for one, "Okay. I had a crush on professor Lockheart." She admitted.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Big deal. Didn't most the girls?" Harry couldn't forget Hermione's own infatuation with the professor.

He added, "Not embarrassing enough."

Harry managed to remain calm, as Draco joined them on the bed. He sat next to Harry, and was very close. Draco was inspecting the stash of sweets. Happy to just observe the two, as Pansy revealed things about herself. Pansy told Draco everything anyway, she had no filter, she doesn't really care or get embarrassed.

She picked another sweet, "Hmm. I know. I've been to a muggle sex shop."

Draco stared at her, this was new to him.

Harry grinned, "Really. So have I. Tell me what was it like?" He challenged.

Draco turned to stare at Harry. His brain going crazy imagining all the reasons Harry was there.

Pansy looked happy, "I would have loved to see you. What were you shopping for?" She countered.

Harry shook his head and removed the sweet from her hand, "You first."

She sighed, "I purchased a vibrator. Best fucking thing I've ever bought."

Draco grimaced, "No need to go into details." He warned.

Harry laughed at Draco, "They're rather popular with muggles. It runs on batteries, you know all about them?" He sounded impressed.

She shrugged, "Yeah. Not that difficult to understand. Besides it was worth learning, so I could experience the benefit of using it."

Harry smiled, "You really don't care, do you? Don't get me wrong, it's refreshing. Just strange."

She took her sweet back, "Couldn't give a flying fuck. If someone doesn't like it, they don't have to be friends with me. It's who I am, I'm not going to change."

Adding, "Although my family lecture me continually about acting more lady like. Be more like other pureblood girls. Nope. Not happening. Besides, who says I want to marry a wizard for that matter. I'm bisexual, I could marry a witch, or a muggle. Or I can not marry at all, and just have fun. Fuck my family, fuck the expectations, just fuck it all."

Draco cheered in agreement, "Here here."

Harry liked Pansy, she was turning out to be a good friend to have.

After consuming way too many sweets, and chatting with his new friends, Harry was feeling a little sick, and very happy.

He had learnt so much about the two Slytherins. Pansy tended to over share, but it didn't bother him. He was feeling sleepy, he could quite easily curl up on Draco's bed and fall asleep. However no way was he risking it, Pansy was definitely the type of person to draw on someone's face when they were sleeping.

Pansy nudged him with her foot, "Oi, don't be rude. I was in the middle of a hilarious story, and you're practically falling asleep." She complained disgruntled.

Harry pulled a face, "Sorry. I didn't sleep too well last night. Think I'll go take a quick nap. I promise to listen to the remainder of your story next time." He yawned as he stood.

Draco and Pansy wasted no time, as soon as Harry had left, they began discussing everything that had happened.

Pansy repeatedly told Draco to attempt kissing Harry again.

Harry was starting to really like how this school year was turning out. He not only had all of his amazing friends, he had made two new friends. He was actually enjoying learning, and he was determined to kiss Draco. Even if Draco punched him in the face, at least he could say he tried.

A few weeks passed, there was a lot of flirting, lingering touches, and lingering looks. Yet nothing had changed, they were sort of stuck in limbo.

Harry had eventually admitted to his friends what he wanted. Ron said he was rubbish at that sort of thing. Hermione didn't have any advice, she simply said Harry should just kiss him.

Harry was sat in a courtyard with Pansy. Pansy was telling him about her grandmother. He was quite happy sitting there listening to her prattle on.

Draco joined them, "Meeting up without me. So that's how it's going to be?" He coolly pointed out.

"No need to get jealous. Potter has no interest in getting into my knickers. I was merely telling him about my fucked up family. You've heard it all before, so you would have been bored anyway." She casually remarked.

She stood, "Talking of knickers, that reminds me, I have an appointment with Blaise." She picked up her bag and left.

Draco sat on the stone bench next to Harry, "I bet it isn't Pansy who is wearing the knickers. I suspect Pansy has dared Blaise to wear women's underwear." He said amused.

Harry chuckled, "When it comes to Pansy, nothing surprises me anymore." He turned to face Draco, watching him intently.

"I…er… I want to say thank you for letting…no not letting me, that sounds silly. Um well, just thanks for…Merlin this sounds ridiculous…fuck it, I'm just going to say it. Thank you for being my friend, and Pansy too." He awkwardly explained to Draco.

Draco smiled fondly at him in return, "You're welcome. Thank you oh chosen one for gracing us with your presence." He joked. Although he was very happy with what Harry had said.

Harry shoved into him using his shoulder, "Prat. Pansy ever make you do anything you'd be embarrassed to admit?" Harry asked, picturing Draco in women's underwear.

Draco shook his head, but he was also grinning, "Like I'd be stupid enough to tell you."

Harry pouted, "Seeing as you won't tell me, I'll be forced to use my imagination, and let me tell you it's naughty." He retorted.

Draco arched an eyebrow, "If it helps they were purple." He stood, smirked at him and walked away.

It took Harry a moment to figure out, that Draco knew exactly what Harry had been imagining, and had provided him with a colour to help form the mental image he now has of Draco in women's underwear.

"Fuck." He muttered to himself.

Regarding the Herbology project, they were now conducting experiments, trying to see if it really had the ability to unlock things.

Harry woke the other night, from a vivid dream, where Draco was naked and handcuffed to his bed. Harry was meant to be using the plant to see if he could unlock the handcuffs, but instead he had way too much fun. It was definitely a steamy dream.

He kept having flashes of the dream pop in his head, and he'd smile and start daydreaming.

Draco snapped his fingers in front of Harry's face, "Potter! Pay attention, for love of…." Draco thought for a moment, "I'm rather fond of sleeping naked…."

Harry snapped out of it, "Did someone say naked?"

"Thought that would get your attention." He smugly informed Harry.

"I was enjoying that little daydream. You had to go and spoil my fun." He whined half-heartedly.

Draco rolled his eyes, "You're as bad as it Pansy. Sex on the brain, constantly."

"Excuse me, I never said it was a sexual daydream." Harry pointed out.

Draco continued to make notes about the plants growth, "You didn't have to. It was pretty obvious, besides a man on average thinks about sex every two hours. I read somewhere that it was every seven seconds, but that ridiculous. Every two hours is more realistic, and they did a study, so…" He casually stopped talking to measure the leaves of the plant.

"I was just remembering that dream I had last night." He explained as he added the special teams plant food he has been mixing.

Draco turned to study Harry's face, "Care to share?" He promoted.

"Sure. Just dreamt about testing this stuff…" He pointed to the plant sat on the desk, "…on some handcuffs. It was school related." He defended.

Draco wasn't buying it, "Nope. There was definitely more to it than that. Your face, as you were reminiscing, was not the face of someone thinking about school work." He pointed out, angling his body closer to Harry as he spoke.

Harry met Draco's gaze, "It's true I did dream about using the plant to unlock handcuffs. If someone happened to be handcuffed naked to my bed, during the experiment, then that was completely irrelevant."

Draco mouth turned into a slow sexy smile, he leant closer to Harry, "Oh, do tell, who was the lucky person to be handcuffed to your bed? Because for the purpose of our project, and our experiments, we should consider actually doing that."

Harry's heart started beating faster, his eyes fixated on Draco's mouth, he was so close to just snogging Malfoy in front of the whole class.

"Actually, it was…." Harry was just about to confess it was Draco who was the lucky one being handcuffed. Unfortunately, Professor Sprout called the class to attention.

Later that evening Ron was telling Harry about the party, that the eighth year students were planning for Saturday night.

"If you don't take advantage of this, and bloody kiss Malfoy, I will not be responsible for my actions." Ron threatened, fed up with the excessive flirting the two had been participating in.

Harry laughed, "Okay. I'll do it. I'm going to kiss Draco Sodding Malfoy, at the party Saturday." He declared.

It seemed the days leading up to the party, there was never a good time to initiate kissing. Or there was, but Harry chickened out. Telling himself he would do it Saturday, hopefully he would be full of confidence by then. If he wasn't he could have a drink to help settle his nerves.

He agonised over his outfit, finally settling on the second outfit he had tried on. He had showered, shaved, and was wearing expensive cologne.

He was anxious, before he was confident, hiding behind flirtation and lingering touches. To know that he was planning on finally kissing Draco was making his stomach do somersaults.

He started doubting everything that had happened between them, convincing himself that he had exaggerated it all. Had seen what he wanted to see. He was worried that he may have misinterpreted Draco's actions and reactions.

He walked to the party, feeling conflicted. Deep down he knew he liked Draco, a lot. Simply put, he wanted to kiss him tonight. He was just nervous, slightly scared, so he was trying to talk himself out of it. But the desire to kiss Draco was stronger.

Draco wasn't at the party yet. It was in eighth year common room. Mainly for the eighth year students, but there were the odd seventh year students, who had been invited by an eighth year.

Harry ignored the wave of disappointment upon realising Draco wasn't there. He had plenty of friends, and managed to have a good time without Draco in the past. He spent a good hour talking with his friends, laughing, messing around, and drinking. They were of age, and had snuck alcohol back from Hogsmeade ready for the party.

Harry hated the fact that, even though he was having a good time, he kept thinking about Draco. Wondering where he was? Why he was late? If he was coming at all? He wondered if he should go look for him. He decided not to, he needed to reel in the crazy stalker tendencies a bit. If Draco was attending the party, he would arrive eventually. Harry needed to lighten up.

He spotted Pansy, feeling relieved he headed straight for her. Normally Draco wasn't far behind Pansy.

"Hey," he said in greeting as he moved to stand next to her.

"Potter." She replied fondly.

They stood observing the partygoers. Pansy knew Harry would be dying to ask after Draco, so she remained quiet. She loved torturing her friends.

Pansy couldn't help smiling when Potter said after a few minutes, "Draco not coming?"

"He'll be here eventually. He had some family related issue." She answered vaguely.

Harry puzzled over that statement. He hoped Draco was alright, his family tended to stress him out. They had been applying a lot of pressure and expectations on him.

After a long stretch of silence, Pansy surprised Harry by saying, "You better kiss him tonight, Potter. Or I swear to Salazar I will hunt you down….."

"No need to threaten violence. I was planning on doing it anyway, but the git kind of ruined it by not showing up." He interrupted.

She grinned, "Excellent. Like I said, he will be here eventually. Just have fun. Don't mope around waiting for him. Besides, if Draco arrived and he saw you having fun without him, it will drive him crazy. He'll probably march up to you and kiss you, just to get your attention." She joked.

Harry felt his confidence grow, if Pansy, Draco's best friend was saying Draco wanted him, then he wasn't likely to make a fool of himself by kissing Draco.

Harry felt giddy, it was ridiculous that Draco could hold that much power of his emotions. But really, hadn't he always.

Pansy clapped excitedly, calling loudly so most could hear her, "I know. Seeing as most of us missed out on decent childhood experiences, because of voldy, let's rectify that now. We have a prime opportunity to do the things we should have done growing up." She announced.

"What do you have in mind?" Seamus called.

She smirked, "It's a little childish, but fuck it. Let's play cheesy party games. Truth and dare, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven. You name it, let's do it. We missed out on so much. This is our last year at school, probably our last party before we all get super stressed about exams. Let's have fun."

"I'm in." Seamus agreed happy.

Soon there was a sizeable group gathered, others opting to just observe at first.

Pansy had made a point of saying that no one was to pressurise someone into doing something they didn't want to do. That we should respect an individual's limits and move on.

"Everyone has their own boundaries, and these games should only be played by people who understand that, and respect it." She confirmed.

"What shall we play first?" Daphne asked excitedly.

They called out a few games, debated on what to start with, and then voted on which one.

It was decided that they play, 'suck and blow'. Harry hadn't a clue about many of the games, but thankfully Pansy had appointed herself the leader and explained the concept.

"For those who haven't heard of suck and blow, the game, not the oral sex kind…."

"Pansy," Harry shook his head laughing.

"Right, sorry. The game is simple really. You use a playing card and stand in a circle. One person starts by picking up the card by sucking on it. NO hands allowed! Then they must pass it to the next player by blowing it against their mouth while that person helps by sucking it. If the card falls, those two have to kiss. After every drop we mix up the formation." She casually explained.

Harry was mildly amused to see various people who were in relationships standing in the circle. It was only a bit of find, a quick kiss for those who were taken. For single people, an opportunity to have a full on snog.

Pansy started, passing the card to Theo. He passed it onto Luna, she tried to pass it to Padma but it fell. They kissed briefly and the game continued. So far Harry had kissed Daphne, Leanne, and Seamus. Who grabbed Harry's face and gave him a big wet kiss to the mouth, he was purposely messing it up.

Dean had called for Harry to leave his boyfriend alone, he was easily excitable. Grinning Harry pulled away and wiped his mouth.

"Ew, slobber." He teased.

Seamus wiggled his eyebrows, "No need to mask your desire, I know you want me, Potter." He playfully joked.

The game was a success, everyone was laughing, it succeeded in breaking the ice. People were relaxed, and the number of participants grew and grew, as time went on.

Harry was stood between, Justin and Pansy. He was facing Justin, ready to accept the card. He managed to take the card without dropping it, he turned to pass it to Pansy.

However Pansy wasn't there, he was so shocked to see Draco stood in her place, he dropped the card. Draco sent him a sexy smirk and leant forward to kiss him.

Harry was taken by surprise, but he soon gave as good as he got. He was vaguely aware of cheers, whistling and various other noises coming from his peers. But he soon shut the noise our, reaching for Draco and pulling him close.

Pulling away, Harry searched Draco's face to gauge his reaction. He was smiling.

Harry suddenly remembered they were playing a game, he turned toward the group, to find they had continued the game without them.

"I think we were taking too long," Draco remarked, also watching as the game continued.

Harry turned back to face Draco, "Want to go play seven minutes in heaven? Only in my room and probably not for seven minutes." He cheekily asked.

"I hope you are insinuating that it would be longer than seven minutes, and not less." Draco pointed out.

"Oh definitely longer, I can go all night." He confirmed suggestively.

Draco chuckled, "Care to prove it?"

Harry took hold of his hand, pulling him through the crowd, and towards his room.

Draco sent Pansy a wink, happy to finally get what he'd been desiring for far too long.