A/N: I have a really good reason for not posting sooner: I was busy failing math. I will try to have the next chapter up within three weeks.
Thank you Eternal Firesinger, Mystica, HermioneHeidi, Eccentricity is Me, Lilith, Foxglove, Redhawk, MiniMe, whitebearwrites, Rubicon, ***, Annclaire, Seamus Finnigan, Silverfox, M14Mouse, twilights death, Solus Spiritus, Mari, Aya G., lise, Scratches, and Rehanna, the lovely first reviewer.
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Draco entered the room smoldering in head to toe black that contrasted sharply with his fair skin shortly after the others had forcibly dragged Justin inside. He caught sight of Justin and crew and walked over to them noting that he had caught everyone's attention, including Harry's. "You like you desperately want the ground to open and swallow you up," he whispered to Justin, grinning archly.
"I wish it would be so kind," moaned Justin.
"What's the plan?" Draco asked Seamus. Seamus turned, the glitter some Ravenclaw girl dumped in his hair sparkling.
"Well, we spread out so that Harry can catch Justin alone and cross our fingers and hope for the best," Seamus replied. Draco's eyes widened.
"That's it? That's the plan?"
"Do you have a better one?" Seamus snapped, hands on his dark denim clad hips. Draco smirked.
"Actually, yes."
"Well then please proceed."
"May I?" Draco asked, offering Justin his hand.
"May you what?" Justin asked, mystified. Draco laughed.
"Have this dance."
"Dance?" Justin looked vaguely horrified. "I don't dance."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't," Justin insisted. Draco reached for the lapels of Justin's trench coat and stripped him of it in one deft motion.
"Dancing is like sex. The basics are instinctive. You are dancing with me, Justin, whether you like it or not. Trust me, you'll like it." Justin sighed. Where the hell did Draco get all his confidence? It must come with having a body that would make Apollo green with envy.
Giving in, Justin let Draco lead him to the dance floor, fully aware that this was his first dance with a guy and that he was effectively outing himself. Then a thought occurred to him. Since Draco was dancing with him, wouldn't everyone else think Draco was gay too? "Draco," Justin whispered. Draco slid an arm around Justin's waist.
"H'm?"
"Are you-"
"Finnigan has a nose for these kinds of things," Draco replied wryly.
"Thanks." Draco smiled.
He said nothing further, only moved his hips to the music, gently guiding Justin with his hand. "What do I do with my hands?" Justin hissed.
"Whatever you want." Shyly Justin put his hand on Draco's shoulder, hips still moving. The blonde laughed.
"I'll show you." He turned around. "Put your arms around my waist." Justin obeyed. "Now let yourself go." Easier said than done, but Draco's natural grace and confidence didn't allow for inept awkwardness in others. Justin ventured closer to Draco. The Slytherin placed his hand over Justin's, letting his head fall back onto Justin's shoulder. The song changed and became slower and more exotic. Draco's hips pressed against Justin's lightly as they swayed sinuously. Justin had never been this close to Draco and for the first time he noticed the other boy smelled vaguely of cinnamon. Then the scent vanished. He went in search of the elusive fragrance and ended up burying his face in Draco's neck, his hips still moving in time with Draco's, only now his other hand was moving up Draco's lithe torso. Draco opened his half-closed eyelids to find Harry staring at them. He made eye contact and gave Harry his trademark smirk. He covered Justin's hands with his own and guided them down his stomach, past his hips, and over his thighs. Harry's mouth dropped open.
"You want a drink?" Justin started to hear Draco's voice so low and intimate. It was almost vulgar. He nodded, releasing Draco from his arms. They sat down and Draco brought the drinks, noting that Harry was still watching them. "Some party," Draco remarked.
"Yeah, everyone's having a blast."
"Even Granger. Weasley will be hard-pressed to keep up." Justin turned to look. Draco emptied the contents of a small envelope into the Hufflepuff's drink. Justin laughed and picked up his drink, cradling it for a moment before draining it entirely. Draco studied him for a moment and then emptied his glass. "Would you like to get some air? It's rather stuffy in here." Justin agreed and let Draco lead him outside.
"I slipped something in your drink that will make your legs feel like jelly for the next half-hour," Draco confessed the moment they walked out the door. "It should go into effect...now."
"Wh-" Justin's knees gave away and Draco caught him around his waist. "Why?" Draco leaned in and kissed him. He pulled back, breathing heavily. "Drac-" Another kiss, not a gentle kiss, but a greedy, soul-stealing kiss. Justin gasped as his back hit the wall and Draco took the opportunity to explore Justin's mouth. "Draco? Draco, stop." But Draco didn't appear to hear him and now his hands were moving up under Justin's shirt. "Draco? Draco, please," he pleaded.
"I do believe he asked you to stop, Malfoy," a familiar voice said. Draco stopped and turned to face the speaker.
"I fail to see how it's any of your concern, Potter."
"You don't see a lot of things. I'm making this my concern."
"Never pegged you as voyeuristic. Too scared to join in?"
"Don't talk about things you don't understand."
"Is this about him?" Draco asked, inclining his head toward Justin, who was clinging to the wall for dear life. Harry's lips compressed into a thin line. "You want him, Potter? He is adorable and that innocence is so sexy."
"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry clenched his fists.
"Oh! You do! Don't worry. When I'm done, you can have your fun with him. Hours and hours of fun." That was the straw that broke the horse's back.
"Shut up!" Harry swung and his fist hit Draco in the stomach. Draco went sprawling and Harry gathered Justin up and disappeared.
Seamus appeared shortly after. "Oh my god, Draco! What happened to you?" the Irish blonde asked, offering Draco a hand.
"Just a fist to the stomach, it'll heal." Draco winced as he rose to his feet.
"Who-"
"Harry Supergit Potter," Draco grumbled. Seamus chuckled.
"And where's Justin?"
"With Harry." Comprehension dawned in turquoise eyes and Seamus smiled.
"You might have some Gryffindor in you yet," he remarked.
"I take that as an insult," Draco said petulantly.
"You would. Come on, beautiful. I'll buy you a drink." Seamus held open the door and with a glance at the direction in which Justin and Harry had vanished, he went back inside.
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Ah, yes more cliffies. I am STILL taking opinions on pairings, so if you have a preference let me know. Review, lovies! Happy Valentine's Day!
With all my love,
J. Silver
Thank you Eternal Firesinger, Mystica, HermioneHeidi, Eccentricity is Me, Lilith, Foxglove, Redhawk, MiniMe, whitebearwrites, Rubicon, ***, Annclaire, Seamus Finnigan, Silverfox, M14Mouse, twilights death, Solus Spiritus, Mari, Aya G., lise, Scratches, and Rehanna, the lovely first reviewer.
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Draco entered the room smoldering in head to toe black that contrasted sharply with his fair skin shortly after the others had forcibly dragged Justin inside. He caught sight of Justin and crew and walked over to them noting that he had caught everyone's attention, including Harry's. "You like you desperately want the ground to open and swallow you up," he whispered to Justin, grinning archly.
"I wish it would be so kind," moaned Justin.
"What's the plan?" Draco asked Seamus. Seamus turned, the glitter some Ravenclaw girl dumped in his hair sparkling.
"Well, we spread out so that Harry can catch Justin alone and cross our fingers and hope for the best," Seamus replied. Draco's eyes widened.
"That's it? That's the plan?"
"Do you have a better one?" Seamus snapped, hands on his dark denim clad hips. Draco smirked.
"Actually, yes."
"Well then please proceed."
"May I?" Draco asked, offering Justin his hand.
"May you what?" Justin asked, mystified. Draco laughed.
"Have this dance."
"Dance?" Justin looked vaguely horrified. "I don't dance."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't," Justin insisted. Draco reached for the lapels of Justin's trench coat and stripped him of it in one deft motion.
"Dancing is like sex. The basics are instinctive. You are dancing with me, Justin, whether you like it or not. Trust me, you'll like it." Justin sighed. Where the hell did Draco get all his confidence? It must come with having a body that would make Apollo green with envy.
Giving in, Justin let Draco lead him to the dance floor, fully aware that this was his first dance with a guy and that he was effectively outing himself. Then a thought occurred to him. Since Draco was dancing with him, wouldn't everyone else think Draco was gay too? "Draco," Justin whispered. Draco slid an arm around Justin's waist.
"H'm?"
"Are you-"
"Finnigan has a nose for these kinds of things," Draco replied wryly.
"Thanks." Draco smiled.
He said nothing further, only moved his hips to the music, gently guiding Justin with his hand. "What do I do with my hands?" Justin hissed.
"Whatever you want." Shyly Justin put his hand on Draco's shoulder, hips still moving. The blonde laughed.
"I'll show you." He turned around. "Put your arms around my waist." Justin obeyed. "Now let yourself go." Easier said than done, but Draco's natural grace and confidence didn't allow for inept awkwardness in others. Justin ventured closer to Draco. The Slytherin placed his hand over Justin's, letting his head fall back onto Justin's shoulder. The song changed and became slower and more exotic. Draco's hips pressed against Justin's lightly as they swayed sinuously. Justin had never been this close to Draco and for the first time he noticed the other boy smelled vaguely of cinnamon. Then the scent vanished. He went in search of the elusive fragrance and ended up burying his face in Draco's neck, his hips still moving in time with Draco's, only now his other hand was moving up Draco's lithe torso. Draco opened his half-closed eyelids to find Harry staring at them. He made eye contact and gave Harry his trademark smirk. He covered Justin's hands with his own and guided them down his stomach, past his hips, and over his thighs. Harry's mouth dropped open.
"You want a drink?" Justin started to hear Draco's voice so low and intimate. It was almost vulgar. He nodded, releasing Draco from his arms. They sat down and Draco brought the drinks, noting that Harry was still watching them. "Some party," Draco remarked.
"Yeah, everyone's having a blast."
"Even Granger. Weasley will be hard-pressed to keep up." Justin turned to look. Draco emptied the contents of a small envelope into the Hufflepuff's drink. Justin laughed and picked up his drink, cradling it for a moment before draining it entirely. Draco studied him for a moment and then emptied his glass. "Would you like to get some air? It's rather stuffy in here." Justin agreed and let Draco lead him outside.
"I slipped something in your drink that will make your legs feel like jelly for the next half-hour," Draco confessed the moment they walked out the door. "It should go into effect...now."
"Wh-" Justin's knees gave away and Draco caught him around his waist. "Why?" Draco leaned in and kissed him. He pulled back, breathing heavily. "Drac-" Another kiss, not a gentle kiss, but a greedy, soul-stealing kiss. Justin gasped as his back hit the wall and Draco took the opportunity to explore Justin's mouth. "Draco? Draco, stop." But Draco didn't appear to hear him and now his hands were moving up under Justin's shirt. "Draco? Draco, please," he pleaded.
"I do believe he asked you to stop, Malfoy," a familiar voice said. Draco stopped and turned to face the speaker.
"I fail to see how it's any of your concern, Potter."
"You don't see a lot of things. I'm making this my concern."
"Never pegged you as voyeuristic. Too scared to join in?"
"Don't talk about things you don't understand."
"Is this about him?" Draco asked, inclining his head toward Justin, who was clinging to the wall for dear life. Harry's lips compressed into a thin line. "You want him, Potter? He is adorable and that innocence is so sexy."
"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry clenched his fists.
"Oh! You do! Don't worry. When I'm done, you can have your fun with him. Hours and hours of fun." That was the straw that broke the horse's back.
"Shut up!" Harry swung and his fist hit Draco in the stomach. Draco went sprawling and Harry gathered Justin up and disappeared.
Seamus appeared shortly after. "Oh my god, Draco! What happened to you?" the Irish blonde asked, offering Draco a hand.
"Just a fist to the stomach, it'll heal." Draco winced as he rose to his feet.
"Who-"
"Harry Supergit Potter," Draco grumbled. Seamus chuckled.
"And where's Justin?"
"With Harry." Comprehension dawned in turquoise eyes and Seamus smiled.
"You might have some Gryffindor in you yet," he remarked.
"I take that as an insult," Draco said petulantly.
"You would. Come on, beautiful. I'll buy you a drink." Seamus held open the door and with a glance at the direction in which Justin and Harry had vanished, he went back inside.
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Ah, yes more cliffies. I am STILL taking opinions on pairings, so if you have a preference let me know. Review, lovies! Happy Valentine's Day!
With all my love,
J. Silver