He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 6

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Neville/Ginny (later), Blaise/?, Pansy/?

Year: 6th

Warnings: Slash (homosexual couples and lesbian couples), WAFF (and fluff, I think), hopefully Draco's not too OOC, and NO plot! (That's PWP!), and Harry might be a bit OOC as well.

Notes: Sorry if this seems a bit quick to some. It doesn't seem that fast to me. Really! This as good as the details get. Remember folks- this is also HUMOR. Otay? It's written for mainly my amusement, and hopefully others. If there are canon errors, then let there be canon errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. JKR owns them, not moi. I make no money off of this. Although, Rowling should take a page from my book.

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"Do you keep a jellyfish in your bag?" Draco grinned widely, eyes sparkling.

"Sorry?" Hermione said, looking up from one of her books. "What are you going on about?"

"Jellyfish." Draco smiled, "In bags. Got one?"

"No," Hermione looked at him oddly, "Am I suppose to?"

"Uhh… I'm not sure."

"You're still drunk, aren't you?"

"That obvious, huh?" Draco snickered. He reached over and took her book from her lap.

"Hey! I was reading that!" Hermione huffed.

"No one cares about your past, Granger," Draco put her book aside, and tried his best to get up off the floor, but he just stayed on his knees in front of her, "I need to speak to you. Well, as best as I can speak in this condition. Of course, my brain is still a bit fuzzy, so I'm not sure exactly what I'm going on about either, so if you could bear with my babbling then we'll be just peachy. Do you see?"

"I'm trying to," Hermione said. "What do you want to talk about? It's not about winning the bet with Ron is it? Cause I could really care less right now." She went to reach for her book, but Draco slapped her hand lightly. "Hey!"

"No, it's not about the weasel, it's more along the lines of me."

"Oh, of course. What else would it be about?" she rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious here, Granger." Draco said. Through most of the commotion and things going on in the Slytherin common room, they were able to talk to one another without getting anyone's attention by it. Harry was busy hauling Ron's unconscious body to a safer place so that others won't be stepping on him. The sofas were all occupied by either a Gryffindor couple snogging, or a Slytherin couple rubbing against each other. Harry figured that it wouldn't be a nice thing to leave Ron on a couch with hormonal teenagers.

"Ok, talk, but it better be good." Hermione said, looking longingly at the book that Draco set aside.

"Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush, so here goes…" Draco took a deep breath, "I need you to help me study for finals because I'm afraid that I won't pass and if I don't pass then my father will have a fit and he might cut my allowance."

Hermione raised a brow, "You want ME to tutor YOU? Are you nuts??"

"Er… is that a rhetorical question?"

"You really want MY help?" She tried again.

"Well, yeah. If I didn't, I wouldn't've asked you. Duh."

"Yeah, but… aren't I just some filthy Mudblood to you?"

"Uh… well… maybe…"

Hermione glared.

"But," Draco went on; "You're also a very smart Mudblood! I mean, Muggle-born, and I want tutoring. So… please?"

"You are NOT in your right mind." Hermione said as she reached for her book. "I don't have the time to be tutoring you in the first place, Malfoy."

"But…"

"Look, I'll think it over," Hermione said quickly, "and if you're serious, then ask me again when you're sober." She opened up her book again and started to read.

Malfoy fumed and then went to stand up. The room began to spin, so sat back down onto the ground and put his face in his hands, groaning.

"I will not puke… I will not puke… I will not puke…"

"I sure as hell hope not," said a voice above him, "It's not very becoming to see a Malfoy spill his guts."

"Stuff it, Zabini," Draco said through his hands.

"Love to, but you're already taken," Blaise snickered. "Besides, I have a boyfriend now, so you're clearly off the list of stuffing."

Draco peered through his fingers and gave Blaise the eyebrow, "What?"

"I said I have a boyfriend now. Not that you care, anyway."

"Oh god," groaned Draco, "Not Creevey…"

"Yes," Blaise smiled. Suddenly there was a flash, making Draco's gut wince from the brightness. "Colin dear, I don't think Draco wants a picture of himself drunk."

"I… will… kill you… Creevey…" Draco said in his hands, "and your little camera too… right after I've… I've… woken up." He fell over on his back and closed his eyes. Blackness claimed him.

"Out like a light," Blaise said, shaking his head. "We need to get him up to his room."

"I'll help," said Harry, walking up to them. He had just found a space to put Ron in the meantime.

"All right," said Blaise, "You take his upper half, and I'll take his feet."

Harry moved to the front of his so-called boyfriend and stuck his arms underneath Draco's, and Blaise grabbed onto Draco's legs and together they hoisted him up. They carried him toward the boys' dormitory, Colin clicking his camera along the way.

Harry sighed, knowing full well that Malfoy won't be too happy to discover that Colin had taken a picture of him passed out.

--

During the rest of the party, there had only been one major fight, but that was broken up quickly the moment that Harry reminded the two that there was a bet going on with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses about killing one another. Whoever bet that there would be lots of snogging was going to be getting their money worth, however. The only Gryffindor/Slytherin couple that were snogging during the party, though, was Blaise and Colin, and himself and Draco- not that they were snogging very much, it was just that one time.

And a passed out Draco wouldn't be getting much action, so that just left Blaise and Colin. Most of the Slytherin sixth years were trying their best to get along with the Gryffindors, being tactful. Many of them, Harry noticed, drank mostly wine. The only ones that had touched the butterbooze were Bulstrode, Zabini, and Nott. And of course, Draco, but that was after he made the bet with Ron.

Hermione only had a few bottles of butterbeer, and one glass of wine, mostly reading by the fire or talking with Ginny and Harry. A few times a Slytherin girl or boy would walk up to Hermione and ask her a few questions about being a Muggle-born, or if she were going out with Ron. She had shook her head, claiming that her and Ron weren't seeing each other, but her cheeks would tint slightly pink from the thought.

"Will you two ever get together?" The girl had asked.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe." Hermione said. The girl then shrugged her shoulders, and then went back to talking to one of her Slytherin friends.

Seamus and Dean were one of the snogging couples, of course, after they had aboutfive butterboozes and a couple butterbeers. After a while, Pansy had passed out with her head on Millicent's shoulder. Millicent grunted something about her friend not having much tolerance, but then she would wrap a protective arm around the girl and finish off her last bottle.

Blaise and Harry finally made it up to the boys' dormitory, and Blaise put Draco's feet down so that he could open the door. Once the door was open, Harry lifted Draco into his arms, surprised that he was light enough to carry, and brought him inside the rest of the way.

"His bed is right here," Blaise said, pointing to a bed in the corner.

"Weird. My bed is in the same spot in the Gryffindor Tower." Harry gently placed Draco down onto his bed. "Except we have windows."

Blaise smiled slightly and turned to face him, "So, Potter… you really care about Draco?"

Harry frowned a bit, trying to think it over. Did he care about Malfoy? Well, he lied for Draco, and sort of defended him, so… did he care?

'I cared whether he was put into prison or not,' he thought to himself, 'and I let him kiss me… more than once… do I…'

"Well, Potter?" Blaise said, a determined look set on his face, "Do you care for him or not?"

Harry swallowed a lump and nodded.

"You do?" Blaise cocked his head, "If you truly do, then say it. I want to hear it come from your mouth."

"Yes, I do, all right?" Harry huffed. "I care about the git, already! Let's go and let him sleep off the alcohol. I need to see if Ron is still passed out, and I need to talk to Hermione…"

"Ok." Blaise said with a half-smile. They walked out of the dorm, Blaise feeling satisfied, and Harry still a bit confused by his own outburst. When Blaise went back to Colin's side, Harry walked over to where he placed Ron. His redheaded friend was still asleep.

"I care about him?" Harry whispered.

--

Since it was late, and Ron and most of the other Gryffindors were passed out, Harry decided to sleep there as well. At first, he was just going to find a spot on the floor, but then he realized that the only other Slytherin in the boys' dorm was Blaise, and he was cuddled up with Colin Creevey (Nott was passed out on the couch). Harry was going to sleep in an empty bed, but he didn't know if the one he would be sleeping in was one of Goyle or Crabbe's old one (the thought made him shiver in horror). He figured that it didn't matter anyways, because everyone already thought he was going out with Draco. So, Harry took his glasses off, and slipped under the covers next to the blond Slytherin. His eyes were so heavy, mainly from what he had drank, that he fell asleep almost instantly.

When Harry finally woke up, his head was pounding. Although he hadn't had as many bottles of butterbooze as Draco, he was still affected since he had never had that much alcohol before in his life. Harry figured he must have crossed his limit when he had his fifth bottle, and a goblet of wine. He opened his eyes a crack, and then immediately regretted it when his sight fell on one of the greenish lanterns that apparently was never extinguished last night. The light from the lamp made his head hurt worse, and he groaned, holding it.

"Why me?" Harry mumbled. Never in his life did he think he'd have a hangover. He didn't feel that drunk last night. But then he vaguely remembered being weak in the knees, and the room spinning slightly when he walked into the boys' dorm to sleep. It seemed that when Harry finally stopped drinking, it circulated through his body faster. Being a lightweight didn't help matters either, and Harry wondered why Draco was able to hold his own, then. He must have had some sort of trick up his sleeve when he made the bet.

Harry finally realized that there was an arm draped over him, and a leg, and a warm face buried into his neck. He didn't have to turn his head to know just who it was lying halfway on him. Harry could smell the butterbooze wafting around them, and feel soft breathing against his skin, as well as hear it. Harry wondered if he should just let Draco sleep, or if he dared to wake him.

He tried to ignore his headache and growing stomachache by thinking back to what had happened to him so far. First came the stares from everyone he passed by in Diagon Alley, and then the Minister of Magic talked to him, or whatever was passed as talking, about being sure about Draco. The blond himself turned up, getting himself out of trouble by saying to the Minister that he was indeed going out with Harry, and Harry was feeling… well, he was a bit angry, but he was also curious, so he let Malfoy speak for him.

At first, Harry was kicking himself for letting Draco tell those lies and trick the Minister, but now, after he'd seen how Draco had changed, even if it were only a little, Harry was beginning to have second thoughts. After all, when Harry asked Draco if HE was the one that he was in love with, Draco didn't say anything. Not even an angry 'NO!' Harry figured that he must be right. He had to be. Perhaps he could get Malfoy to spill everything to him later today.

"Damn," Harry whispered, "Should have taken advantage while he was drunk."

"I never knew you were that kind of person, Potter."

Harry started the second he heard that low toned voice in the crook of his neck. "Oh, you're awake."

"Yes, I am." Draco mumbled. "But I don't feel too good."

"Me neither." Harry said. "And that wasn't what I was talking about."

"Oh? Saying you should have taken advantage while I was drunk says it all, Potter."

"I meant interrogating you." Harry sighed.

"Oh. I see."

"Whatever you do," Harry whispered, "Don't open your eyes. The lamps are still lit and it really hurts the head."

"I believe you." Draco said. He kept his head buried into Harry's shoulder. "I don't have the strength to move anyways."

"We're going to have to some time," Harry said regretfully.

"Either that or we can stay in bed all day." Malfoy hoped.

"Don't count on it." Harry sighed, "I'm sure Ron won't let me."

Malfoy chuckled a bit, but he groaned as it made his stomach wiggle, "Whatever did you do with Weasley, anyway?"

"If he's still asleep, he should still be in the corner of the Slytherin common room."

"Did everyone stay?"

"Almost everyone. I think Ginny left, and Hermione, and some others. I think the seventh years left. Colin should still be lying in bed with Blaise, and… I think Dean and Seamus are still down in the common room."

"Where the common people should be." Draco smirked.

"Draco…"

"What?"

Harry sighed, "I don't have the strength to fight you right now. Oh, and besides, Colin is up here, and he's a Muggle-born, you know."

"Yeah. Blaise is insane." Draco sighed, "Dating a Mud…"

"Draco!"

"All right, all right… just don't shout…"

Harry also wished he didn't say that so loudly, cause now his head was aching from the outburst. He moaned and leaned his head against Draco's, smelling a faint scent of Draco's shampoo in with the gel.

Minutes later, still in bed with arms and legs tangled, they heard Blaise's voice:

"You awake, Colin?"

"Kind of," Colin groaned. "I'm too tired to get up."

"Yeah, I'm too hung over. How many bottles of butterbooze did you have?"

"Three… I think. Or was it four?"

"I had too many…" Blaise groaned, "Seven, I think. Draco had about… well, let's see… twelve? I don't remember exactly, though… you were occupying my thoughts too much…"

Suddenly Colin gasped, "You don't suppose… did we…"

"I don't think so," Blaise said quickly, "Does your butt hurt?"

"No. Yours?"

"Nope."

They both sighed in relief. They didn't want to rush things, especially since they just started to go out.

"Remind me to thank Malfoy later for the party," said Colin.

"You're welcome." Draco couldn't help saying. Colin gasped.

"You're awake?" Blaise asked.

"Awake and hung over."

"Did Potter leave?"

"No," Harry said, "Potter's still here."

Draco snickered.

"Good morning, Harry." Colin said softly.

Harry chuckled lightly, "Morning, Colin."

"Morning, Potter." Blaise said, "So what did you two do last night, huh?"

"Pretty much what you guys did last night." Draco said, and then groaned, "Damn… shouldn't have opened my eyes."

"Told you not to," Harry said.

"Oh shut up." Draco grumbled.

"So, you two were awake when we woke up and overheard us talking."

"Yup," said Draco.

"Figures. Well then, since we've now acknowledged each other, and our conditions, I guess we should get up and try facing the day."

The other three groaned.

"Do we have to?" Colin said just what Harry was thinking.

"Yes, Colin dear," said Blaise. He slowly started to sit up, "Damn… this is a lot harder to do than I thought."

"Told you so," Colin said.

Harry and Draco decided to just lie still for a bit more. They both heard Blaise getting out of bed, grunting and groaning as he went, and then staggered toward the bathroom. Colin reluctantly got up and followed.

After the door shut behind the couple, Harry sighed, "Well, I guess we should… you know, do something…"

Draco mumbled, "I thought we were."

There was a pause.

"Something where we move."

"You lost me."

"Come on, lazy." Harry grumbled as he sat up, slowly untangling Draco's arm and leg from him.

"I am too hung over… besides, we should wait until Poser boy and Shutterbug get out of the bathroom, because the moment I sit up, I'll be running for the toilet."

"I thought you could hold your own," Harry teased.

"Not when I over do it," Draco said, "and twelve is over doing it for me. I'm used to only drinking seven or eight… depending on if I have wine or not."

Harry looked down at Draco, eyes red and heavy, and Draco gazed up at Harry with glazed eyes. They both looked horrible.

"You look… well, I'm not going to lie to you, but you look awful."

"Thank you, Potter. You look awful too."

Harry blushed, "Thanks." He patted Draco's thigh, "Come on, try sitting up."

"I'd rather not, Potter."

The door to the bathroom finally opened, and Draco got up suddenly and raced for it. A startled Colin and Blaise stood still as the door behind them slammed shut.

"Poor Draco," Blaise said, "I do not envy him at the moment."

Harry snickered lightly, shaking his head, "Neither do I." Slowly, Harry got up. His stomach lurched and he almost lost it on Draco's bed. "No more heavy drinking for me," He murmured.

--

When Draco finally emerged from the bathroom, looking cleaner and more like himself, he and Harry made their way down to the common room. Others were also just waking up, including one very hung over Ron Weasley.

Blaise and Colin left the Slytherin common room, hand in hand; some were looking at them funny as they did. Draco could tell that they didn't care one bit. Harry found Ron still lying in the corner, hunched over and not moving. Draco followed him and looked down at Ron.

"Wow, he seems almost lifelike."

"I hate you." Ron muttered.

"Are you all right, Ron?" Harry asked.

"Not unless this is all a nightmare," Ron said sarcastically.

"You look terrible, Weasley." Draco snickered.

"Shut it, Malfoy."

"Draco, be nice." Harry warned, "You weren't looking too good a few minutes ago, either."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just joshing." He looked down at Ron, "By the way, Weasley, I won the bet, and now you have to go to class on Monday in only your underwear."

Ron groaned, "And my robe, right?"

"Yeah, and your robe," Malfoy smirked, "Can't have you breaking dress code entirely. Gotta show them all you're a Gryffindor loser."

"Shut up, Malfoy, and leave me alone."

"Come on, Ron, I'll help ya up." Harry said, putting a hand out.

"If I sit up, I'll throw up."

"You better not spew Weasley chunks in my common room." Draco sneered.

"I know how you feel, Ron." Harry said after shooting Draco a warning glare, "I'm still a bit hung over too. I haven't thrown anything up, and my head is killing me. Want to go to the hospital wing with me?"

"Yeah… as soon as my stomach settles…"

They heard Draco sigh, "All right, look… why don't Potter and I go to the hospital wing and bring you back some stomach medicine?"

"That would be grand…" Ron grumbled.

"Let's go," said Draco, and Harry followed him out into the corridor.

"Thank you for being nice." Harry said as they reached the infirmary.

"Please don't mention it, Potter."

Harry smiled, "Okay."

--

Harry explained some things to Madame Pomfrey, who wasn't too happy about it, but was glad to help out anyways. She knew about the Gryffindor/Slytherin party beforehand and had a feeling that she'd be having students coming in. To their surprise, there were a few Slytherins and some seventh year Gryffindors there, looking rather ill.

"This will help his stomach," Pomfrey said, "and I would advice that Mr. Weasley get some rest in his room, or come see me if it doesn't help him all the way. Kids these days like mixing drinks to get drunk, and it just gets them in worse conditions."

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey." Harry said. The nurse harrumphed, and then shooed them out. They quickly made their way back to the dungeons and back inside the Slytherin common room. Harry handed Ron the potion, and he took it right away. Harry had taken some of the potion as well.

"Thanks," Ron mumbled.

"Can you sit up now?" Harry asked.

"I think so," Ron held onto the wall to heave himself up slowly. He staggered for a bit, and then tried to walk. Harry held out an arm for him to lean on, and Ron gratefully took it. "You're a good friend, Harry… such a good friend."

"Yeah, thanks." Harry said, helping him to the door.

"What about those two?" Draco asked, pointing to Seamus and Dean who were curled up by the fire.

"We'll get them after I help Ron. All those steps to Gryffindor Tower, you know."

"How about this… I will try waking them up and getting them out of here, while you take Weasley up to your tower."

"Good idea, Draco," said Harry. "Thanks."

Draco smirked, "Of course it's a good idea," And then leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Harry's jaw. Harry blushed bright red. "Now, get a move on before Weasley blows chucks." Harry shook his head, sighing, and then aided Ron the best he could.

The entire shenanigans were finally over with, and Harry and Ron were in their dormitory, yakking away about the party. They had discovered later that day that many Hufflepuffs had lost money on their bets, because no one got seriously hurt or killed during the party. Those that did win, however, only betted on snogging. Some bet on there being shagging, but since that never happened, they lost as well.

Some think that they got lied to, but they did have an inside scoop- Parvati Patil, who told her twin sister everything. Since the Ravenclaws knew that the twins rarely ever lie to one another, they figured that whatever Parvati said was true. To their surprise, the one who had won the most money betting was Cho Chang. She bet on snogging and Draco Malfoy competing with Ron Weasley. She never said what they'd compete about exactly, so she won.

And now it was Sunday, and it was time for Draco to go on that Hogsmeade trip with Pansy and Millicent. He wasn't sure if he was going to enjoy it, or not.

"Come on, Drakie!" Pansy said, bouncing into the boys' dorm. Nott was there, finishing up on some homework, and Blaise was in the bathroom getting ready for a date with Colin. Draco was fixing his hair, looking into the body length mirror.

"I'm coming, already. Keep your panties on."

Pansy giggled at that comment, and then bounded out of the room, "Milliiiiiiiieeeeee… are you ready yet??"

Draco sighed, "I will put a mute spell on her if she doesn't shut up."

Nott laughed.

Blaise came out of the bathroom, looking rather sharp. Part of his hair was slicked back, but the end of his light brown locks fell to his shoulders. "I'm glad that you and Pansy aren't seeing each other," he said, "Because I think you'd have killed her long time ago."

"I probably would have," Draco agreed. Suddenly he looked away from the mirror and stared at his friend, "Oh, by the way… I'm killing that boyfriend of yours."

"What? Why?"

"Don't you remember?" Draco frowned, "He took pictures of me drunk! It's either that or you get those pictures from him before anyone else sees them. If not, I will murder his camera, right in front of him, and then I will murder him."

Blaise tisked and came up to Draco, "You don't mean that, Draco."

"Try me."

"I won't let you hurt him."

"Then get those bloody pictures from him."

Blaise patted his friend on the shoulder, "I'll talk to him. Don't worry."

"Good," Draco fixed the last part of his hair, and then studied his features. "Really, Blaise," Draco sighed. "A Mudblood…"

Blaise grinned at Draco's reflection.

TBC