COMMON ROOM.........................
Harry sat in his favorite chair, thinking of the upcoming party.........and the lie that he told Seamus in order to go this party. He pounded his head with his fists, trying to beat out the guilt that he bore heavily upon himself. A door creaked open. Harry turned around to see Hermione and Ron coming through the portrait door. "Hey Harry." they said in unison. "Hey guys." "You coming to Dean's party tomorrow night?" Ron asked. "....I have lots of homework I have to get done. I've been procrastinating, and now I'm so far behind." "Really Harry...." Hermione said suspiciously. "Uhh...Yea." "That's good. I don't approve of you putting it off, but I'm glad that you are trying to get it done." Harry sighed in relief that Hermione didn't ask more questions in front of Ron. "Its gonna be boring without you there Harry." Ron said. "Now Ron, Harry has work to do. He has important things to get done I'm sure." Hermione said, looking suspiciously at Harry. "Ron, why don't you meet me in the Great Hall. I'm craving something.....salty." Ron's eyes widened, then he ran out of the common room. Harry blinked his eyes multiple times. "Hermione!!" She laughed. "Poor boy. I'm not doing anything with him. I just said that to get him out of here, so we can talk. I hope I don't let him down too bad." Harry laughed. " We need to talk?" "Yes. Now Harry, you are not a good liar at all." Hermione said. "What are you talking about?" Harry asked innocently. "Harry Harry. I know your going to that foul Blaise's party." Hermione simply said as she sat down in a chair. "...What?!.....how did you know that!!?!' "Dunno." "Aren't you upset?" Harry said. "A little, but I think it's sweet that your ditching a Gryffindor party, in order to be with your platinum blonde love." Hermione said while crossing her arms. "Hermio-" Harry started. "Harry, I'm glad you found someone. Little disappointed that it's Draco Malfoy whom you have chosen, but as long as your happy, I'm happy." Hermione said. Harry blushed. "Well...uh...were not together." "Yet. We'll see after tomorrow night. Goodnight Harry." She kissed his cheek, ruffled his hair and walked up to her room. Harry was surprised that Hermione was taking this so well. He smiled at this, but quickly frowned as another thought entered his mind. Ron. He would freak if he found out about this. Harry groaned then slowly walked up the stairs.
THE NEXT DAY.................
Harry arose to an empty room. "Surely it can't be that late." He asked himself, while looking around and seeing empty beds. Harry crawled out of bed and looked at the clock, and saw that it read 10:50. "Shit. Potions starts in ten minutes!" Harry said to himself. He pulled on a pair of pants, grabbed his books and nearly tripped out the door. Harry flew down the satirs and down the hall. He decided to hurry and grab a croissant from the Great Hall, before heading to Snape's class. He pushed open the great oak doors, ran to the buffet table, helped himself to a croissant, and hurried back out again. Harry sprinted down towards the dungeons, grasping his cramped side. He was only about twenty feet from the door...... when the ball rang. "Shit." Harry mumbled. He took a deep sigh, and pushed open the door. Heads quickly looked up from parchments to see a red-cheeked, tousle-haired Harry standing in the doorway, with books in one arm and a croissant dangling in the opposite hand. Draco Malfoy snorted. "Take your seat Potter, and that will be 15 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness." Harry walked slowly to the empty seat by Ron. "And please throw that away." Snape snarled, pointing at the half eaten bread. "Yes sir." Harry turned around, walked to the trash can and dumped his breakfast. "Your pathetic Potter." whispered Draco as Harry walked by. "Shut up, ferret." replied Harry, smiling slightly. "6:45. Don't forget." Draco said. Harry smiled, then jabbed his elbow into Draco's chest as he made his way to his seat. "What was that about?!" Pansy asked startled. "You didn't actually invite the Wonder-Ass to OUR party did you?" "It's Blaise's party, and yes I did." Draco replied while carving into the desk. "Why Draco darling! He's so....Gryffindor, and you hate him!" Pansy whispered, bringing her head in closer to the blonde's. "Your talking to me like I didn't already know all of this. I invited him because I thought we could fool around with him a little bit...you know." Pansy winked at him. "Have you been playing with his mind Drake? Making him think that you actually might be interested in him?" "Just a little. But don't say anything. I want him to play along. Then, at the party, I can humiliate him in front of everyone." "Your so evil Draco." Pansy giggled. "I know." He replied, glancing at the raven-haired boy across from him.
Harry paced around his dorm, trying to think up something to give Blaise for his birthday. "How the hell am I supposed to know what he wants? I don't hang out with him." Harry said to himself. He now had exactly three and a half hours to think of something, and get ready before the party started. Harry tugged at his hair and wiped his face. He pulled out his wand and waved it. A pair of handcuffs appeared, and landed in Harry's hands. "Hmm. What else?" Another flick of his wand produced a wide selection of different flavored lubricants. "Good enough." Harry said. A knock on the door caused Harry to drop the bottles. "Harry. Harrry, can I come in?" came Ron's voice from behind the door. Harry scrambled to pick up the bottles, and hastily threw them underneath his bed. in Ron." Ron opened the door, and looked around suspiciously. "Whats up? What are you doing." he asked. "Oh nothing." Harry lied, "Just trying to think of something to give Dean." "I got him a Chudley Canons poster and "Quidditch through the Ages." You know, cause he's thinking of trying out for the team next year, I thought he could start to learn some stuff now." "Cool. Give me some ideas." Harry said. "Hmm....I dunno. Harry, what are those handcuffs for?" asked Ron, pointing to the handcuffs lying on his friend's bed. "Their, umm....Neville's ?" Harry suggested, throwing the handcuffs on Neville's bed. "Neville?! No way!" Ron replied, wide-eyed. "I dunno. Why don't you go ask him." Harry said. "Ok. See ya!" "Uh huh." Harry answered. "This is gonna be great." Harry heard Ron whisper on his way out. "Whew. That was close." Thought Harry to himself. He waved his wand, and a metallic green bag appeared with silver handles. Harry grabbed the handcuffs and bottles and placed them in the bag, then covered them with silver tissue paper. "There." Harry threw the bag in his top drawer, covered it with a couple of shirts and walked out the door. "Harry, Neville said that they weren't his." Ron said, while walking with Harry and Hermione down the hall. "What wasn't his?" Hermione asked. "Not-" Harry started, but was interrupted by Ron. "There were a pair of handcuffs in our dorm." Ron answered. "Really? And you think they belong to Neville?" Hermione asked, raising one eyebrow. Ron snorted. "I guess your right. Neville....with handcuffs? That's funny." "Harry, who do you think they belong to?" asked Hermione curiously, while raising her brows. "Uh, dunno." Harry answered while staring at the ground. Hey Mione....how come you never showed up the other night?" Ron asked, crossing his arms. "Well, me and Harry got caught up in a very interesting conversation," she said while looking at Harry, "and I kinda forgot." "uh huh, well, I waited there for an hour, just to let you know." Ron said. "Sorry Ronnakins." Hermione replied, pinching his cheek. "Stop calling me that!" "Aww....Ronnakins...that's cute!" Harry added, while pinching his other cheek. "Sod off, both of you." Ron said, blushing furiously. The threesome laughed all the way down the hall. "Hey, I think we should go and get ready for the party Herm." Said Ron, sitting in an armchair, fingering his girlfriend's hair. "Yea. It's not gonna be the same without you Harry." Hermione said, rising from Ron's lap. "I'm sorry guys, but I got a ton of homework I gotta do." "Ok. Come on Ronald." Ron rose from the chair, and walked to the stairs. "Have fun Harry, and behave yourself." Hermione whispered. "I will. Thanks Mione." Hermione kissed his cheek, winked, and followed Ron up the stairs. Harry sat in his room, watching his fellow housemates getting dressed for the party. "Wish you could come Harry." Said Seamus, while tying his shoe. "Me too." Harry waited until all of the boys had left, then locked the door. "What should I wear...." Harry mumbled to himself. He pulled on a pair of jeans, and a flannel top. "Ugh..no." He pulled off the top, waved his wand and a tight black t-shirt replaced the flannel. "This will have to do." Harry sighed while trying to tame his untidy hair. Harry pulled himself away from the mirror and went to his drawer to get the present. He grabbed the bag, wrapped the Invisibility cloak around him, and walked out the door. Harry entered the Gryffindor common room to see his housemates partying. He saw Dean and Seamus dancing quite inappropriately with each other, while Lavender and Parvati watched and giggled furiously. Harry spotted Ron and Hermione snogging madly in a corner. Neville stood in the dance floor, trying to dance. He fell over and caused an uproar in laughter. Harry laughed to himself and walked quietly to the door, trying not to trip over Oliver Wood and Padma Patil, who were snogging wildly by the door. He opened the door, holding his breath, hoping that either of the two wouldn't notice. Luckily they were too deeply immersed in their session, that they didn't even open their eyes. Harry walked down the dark quiet corridors, and down the stairs to the Slytherin common room. Harry reached the portrait, but realized a problem...how was he going to get in? First of all, he didn't know the password, and second, he was a Gryffindor, and wans't allowed in another house's common room. Harry moved to a corner, and thought. He was just about to turn around and head back up to the Gryffindor common room, when a girl with long brown hair approached the portrait, and said "Cruciatus." The portrait swung open. Harry ran and followed the girl inside. Harry entered the same room he entered four yearsago, to find the same black leather couches in front of the fire. Harry thought it funny how there could be a fire going, and the room still gave off a cold and uninviting feeling. He looked over and saw Draco Malfoy sitting in a chair by the fire with his foot propped up on a stone table with serpants engraved on the sides. Harry removed his cloak and Draco turned around. "Bout time." Draco said as he stood up. Harry felt his jaw drop. Draco was wearing a sleeveless green top with black buckles that went across the chest. He had on tight leather pants, and black boots with silver studs going around the toe. "Nice outfit."Harry said, eying the boy. "Thanks." ".........For a man whore." Harry added. "Look at your ensemble.....pick that out yourself at the Wizards Salvation Army?" Draco asked, waving at Harrys clothes. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Ha ha. So are you planning on showing me where this "party" is?" Harry asked impatiently. "First....a change of clothing. Honestly Potter, do you think I would be seen with you in those clothes? If you can call them that." Draco waved his wand over Harry. Harry walked over to the mirror by the stairs and saw that he was wearing the same outfit as Draco, except that his top was red. He also noticed that his glasses were gone. "Ugh. I look like...you!" Harry said in a disgusted tone, turning to the side to examine the outfit from a different angle. "You wish you could be so lucky." Draco answered back raising an eyebrow. "Can we get going before I change my mind?" asked Harry impatiently. "Yea, follow me."Draco said walking towards a door in a corner of the room. Harry followed the blonde through the door and down a winding staricase. Harry eyed the serpent carvings along every wall, noticing the great detail. He wrapped his arms around himself and shuddered. "God, its so damn cold in here." Harry said through chattering teeth. "Stop being such a baby," Draco answered, "We're almost there." Harry grunted, but continued to follow Draco down the cold hallways. Suddenly Draco stopped beside a wall. Harry ran into him, nearly pushing Draco over. "Shit. Why did you stop?" Harry asked, pulling himself away from Draco. Draco didn't answer. Instead, he waved his wand, and a door appeared on the wall. Draco turned around, raised both his eyebrows and opened the door. Harry's eyes widened at what he saw. The room was decorated with metallic green and silver streamers all around, hanging from the ceiling. There was a bar set up in a corner, with tons of bottles of different shapes, sizes and colors. Leather chairs and couches were placed around the room, many of them occupied by couples snogging, and some doing more than that. Loud rock music played while many Slytherins, all dressed very revealing, danced provocativily. "Hey Drac." said Pansy Parkinson. She walked up to Draco, wrapped her arms around his waist, and kissed him on the neck. "ooh. Nice outfit. You look so sexy." she added. "Thanks,"Draco replied in a rather bored fashion,"You know Potter." Draco said pointing to Harry. "Yes, yes. How are you?" Pansy asked in a drawling tone, while eyeing Harry's outfit. "Fine." Harry simply answered. "I see somone tried to match you tonight Draco." came Blaise Zabini's voice. He was dressed in all black, with his shirt one button away from being completly open. "Hey Blaise. Happy Birthday. Take your gift before I change my mind and keep it for myself." Draco said, thrusting the gift at his friend. "So....why is he here?" Blaiseasked waving aimlessley at Harry. "Well, he has nothing better to do, so I thought I'd invite him and show him how to really party."Draco replied. "I know how to party." Harry said, crossing his arms. "Tea parties with your teddy bears don't count." Draco said. Blasie and Pansy snorted. "Fuck you." Harry answered. "Oohh. Looks like someone is hoping for a bit of fun Drac." Pansy laughed. "Maybe later Potter." Draco replied while looking around boredly. "Hey, We're gonna go join the othes in a game of Strip Exploding Snap. If you wanna join, we'll be over there." Pansy said, pointing to a corner where Goyle sat shirtless while Millicent Bullstrode started to take her shirt off. Harry looked away fast before he had to see two fat whales shirtless. "Uh huh." Draco answered. "Have fun with him Drac." she added before leaving. "Will do." he said to himself. "Want a drink Potter?" Draco asked while walking to the bar. "I don't drink." Harry replied. "Stop being a pussy. Loosen up, you're at a party for fuck's sake, Draco said as he approached the bar. "Two Dragon Blood Martinis, make one of them extra strong." Draco ordered to the bartender. "So, having fun yet?" Draco asked Harry as he took a sip of his drink. "Yes, tons." Harry answered sarcastically. "You will, wanna join them?" Draco asked jerking his head towards the corner where the Strip card game was taking place. "I'm fine thanks. You might get off watching Crabbe and Goyle strip, but not me." Harry replied. "Wanna dance or something?" Draco laughed. "Yea...sorry, but I don't dance." Harry raised an eyebrow, and grinned. "You don't know how, do you?" "It's having sex with your clothes on, of course I know how to." Draco replied before taking another sip of his drink. "Oh yea, then come show me that you know how." Harry asked, smirking. "I don't have to show you anything Potter." "Cause you don't know how." Harry retorted back, taking a drink out of his glass. "Humph. You don't know what you just got yourself into Potter." With that Draco grabbed Harry by the arm and drug him out to the dance floor. "What are you doing?" Harry asked when they were in the middle of the floor. "Teaching you how to dance." Draco replied. Draco slid his hand down Harry's back and placed it on the small of his back. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, and the two boys danced. The two bodies grinded together to the rhythm of the music. Harry felt himself start to get hard as the other boy rubbed his body up against him. "So, I see that you think I'm a good dancer." Draco said, while grabbing Harry's ass. "Your not the best." Harry replied, trying to catch his breath. "Your crotch seems to think otherwise." Draco answered while quickily eyeing Harry's hard-on. "Shut up and dance." Harry panted. "Sorry, but I think I've had enough dancing for one night." Draco said, while walking off the dance floor. Harry raised an eyebrow, but followed the blonde off the floor.
MEANWHILE, AT DEAN'S PARTY...........
"I'll be right back Herm." Said Ron, while setting down his butterbeer. "Where ya goin?" Hermione asked. "Gonna go tell Harry to come down. I think he's done enough homework tonight. "Ron, no. Let him finish. He-he, needs to get it done." Hermione answered, nervously. "Hermione, its fine. I don't think he wants to stay up there all night." "Ron, you can't." she answered while looking down at the ground. Ron raised an eyebrow and made his way up the stairs to the boy's dorms. "Harry?" Ron asked while he opened the door. "Harry, come down." He looked around the room and saw that no one was there. It was dark and empty. "Harry?" Ron ran back down the stairs to the party. "Hermione!!" Hermione walked over to her boyfriend with a very nervous look on her face, "Where's Harry?!" "I-uh. Ron, swear you won't get mad." Hermione started in a shaky voice. Tell me now!" Ron demanded.
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Harry sat in his favorite chair, thinking of the upcoming party.........and the lie that he told Seamus in order to go this party. He pounded his head with his fists, trying to beat out the guilt that he bore heavily upon himself. A door creaked open. Harry turned around to see Hermione and Ron coming through the portrait door. "Hey Harry." they said in unison. "Hey guys." "You coming to Dean's party tomorrow night?" Ron asked. "....I have lots of homework I have to get done. I've been procrastinating, and now I'm so far behind." "Really Harry...." Hermione said suspiciously. "Uhh...Yea." "That's good. I don't approve of you putting it off, but I'm glad that you are trying to get it done." Harry sighed in relief that Hermione didn't ask more questions in front of Ron. "Its gonna be boring without you there Harry." Ron said. "Now Ron, Harry has work to do. He has important things to get done I'm sure." Hermione said, looking suspiciously at Harry. "Ron, why don't you meet me in the Great Hall. I'm craving something.....salty." Ron's eyes widened, then he ran out of the common room. Harry blinked his eyes multiple times. "Hermione!!" She laughed. "Poor boy. I'm not doing anything with him. I just said that to get him out of here, so we can talk. I hope I don't let him down too bad." Harry laughed. " We need to talk?" "Yes. Now Harry, you are not a good liar at all." Hermione said. "What are you talking about?" Harry asked innocently. "Harry Harry. I know your going to that foul Blaise's party." Hermione simply said as she sat down in a chair. "...What?!.....how did you know that!!?!' "Dunno." "Aren't you upset?" Harry said. "A little, but I think it's sweet that your ditching a Gryffindor party, in order to be with your platinum blonde love." Hermione said while crossing her arms. "Hermio-" Harry started. "Harry, I'm glad you found someone. Little disappointed that it's Draco Malfoy whom you have chosen, but as long as your happy, I'm happy." Hermione said. Harry blushed. "Well...uh...were not together." "Yet. We'll see after tomorrow night. Goodnight Harry." She kissed his cheek, ruffled his hair and walked up to her room. Harry was surprised that Hermione was taking this so well. He smiled at this, but quickly frowned as another thought entered his mind. Ron. He would freak if he found out about this. Harry groaned then slowly walked up the stairs.
THE NEXT DAY.................
Harry arose to an empty room. "Surely it can't be that late." He asked himself, while looking around and seeing empty beds. Harry crawled out of bed and looked at the clock, and saw that it read 10:50. "Shit. Potions starts in ten minutes!" Harry said to himself. He pulled on a pair of pants, grabbed his books and nearly tripped out the door. Harry flew down the satirs and down the hall. He decided to hurry and grab a croissant from the Great Hall, before heading to Snape's class. He pushed open the great oak doors, ran to the buffet table, helped himself to a croissant, and hurried back out again. Harry sprinted down towards the dungeons, grasping his cramped side. He was only about twenty feet from the door...... when the ball rang. "Shit." Harry mumbled. He took a deep sigh, and pushed open the door. Heads quickly looked up from parchments to see a red-cheeked, tousle-haired Harry standing in the doorway, with books in one arm and a croissant dangling in the opposite hand. Draco Malfoy snorted. "Take your seat Potter, and that will be 15 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness." Harry walked slowly to the empty seat by Ron. "And please throw that away." Snape snarled, pointing at the half eaten bread. "Yes sir." Harry turned around, walked to the trash can and dumped his breakfast. "Your pathetic Potter." whispered Draco as Harry walked by. "Shut up, ferret." replied Harry, smiling slightly. "6:45. Don't forget." Draco said. Harry smiled, then jabbed his elbow into Draco's chest as he made his way to his seat. "What was that about?!" Pansy asked startled. "You didn't actually invite the Wonder-Ass to OUR party did you?" "It's Blaise's party, and yes I did." Draco replied while carving into the desk. "Why Draco darling! He's so....Gryffindor, and you hate him!" Pansy whispered, bringing her head in closer to the blonde's. "Your talking to me like I didn't already know all of this. I invited him because I thought we could fool around with him a little bit...you know." Pansy winked at him. "Have you been playing with his mind Drake? Making him think that you actually might be interested in him?" "Just a little. But don't say anything. I want him to play along. Then, at the party, I can humiliate him in front of everyone." "Your so evil Draco." Pansy giggled. "I know." He replied, glancing at the raven-haired boy across from him.
Harry paced around his dorm, trying to think up something to give Blaise for his birthday. "How the hell am I supposed to know what he wants? I don't hang out with him." Harry said to himself. He now had exactly three and a half hours to think of something, and get ready before the party started. Harry tugged at his hair and wiped his face. He pulled out his wand and waved it. A pair of handcuffs appeared, and landed in Harry's hands. "Hmm. What else?" Another flick of his wand produced a wide selection of different flavored lubricants. "Good enough." Harry said. A knock on the door caused Harry to drop the bottles. "Harry. Harrry, can I come in?" came Ron's voice from behind the door. Harry scrambled to pick up the bottles, and hastily threw them underneath his bed. in Ron." Ron opened the door, and looked around suspiciously. "Whats up? What are you doing." he asked. "Oh nothing." Harry lied, "Just trying to think of something to give Dean." "I got him a Chudley Canons poster and "Quidditch through the Ages." You know, cause he's thinking of trying out for the team next year, I thought he could start to learn some stuff now." "Cool. Give me some ideas." Harry said. "Hmm....I dunno. Harry, what are those handcuffs for?" asked Ron, pointing to the handcuffs lying on his friend's bed. "Their, umm....Neville's ?" Harry suggested, throwing the handcuffs on Neville's bed. "Neville?! No way!" Ron replied, wide-eyed. "I dunno. Why don't you go ask him." Harry said. "Ok. See ya!" "Uh huh." Harry answered. "This is gonna be great." Harry heard Ron whisper on his way out. "Whew. That was close." Thought Harry to himself. He waved his wand, and a metallic green bag appeared with silver handles. Harry grabbed the handcuffs and bottles and placed them in the bag, then covered them with silver tissue paper. "There." Harry threw the bag in his top drawer, covered it with a couple of shirts and walked out the door. "Harry, Neville said that they weren't his." Ron said, while walking with Harry and Hermione down the hall. "What wasn't his?" Hermione asked. "Not-" Harry started, but was interrupted by Ron. "There were a pair of handcuffs in our dorm." Ron answered. "Really? And you think they belong to Neville?" Hermione asked, raising one eyebrow. Ron snorted. "I guess your right. Neville....with handcuffs? That's funny." "Harry, who do you think they belong to?" asked Hermione curiously, while raising her brows. "Uh, dunno." Harry answered while staring at the ground. Hey Mione....how come you never showed up the other night?" Ron asked, crossing his arms. "Well, me and Harry got caught up in a very interesting conversation," she said while looking at Harry, "and I kinda forgot." "uh huh, well, I waited there for an hour, just to let you know." Ron said. "Sorry Ronnakins." Hermione replied, pinching his cheek. "Stop calling me that!" "Aww....Ronnakins...that's cute!" Harry added, while pinching his other cheek. "Sod off, both of you." Ron said, blushing furiously. The threesome laughed all the way down the hall. "Hey, I think we should go and get ready for the party Herm." Said Ron, sitting in an armchair, fingering his girlfriend's hair. "Yea. It's not gonna be the same without you Harry." Hermione said, rising from Ron's lap. "I'm sorry guys, but I got a ton of homework I gotta do." "Ok. Come on Ronald." Ron rose from the chair, and walked to the stairs. "Have fun Harry, and behave yourself." Hermione whispered. "I will. Thanks Mione." Hermione kissed his cheek, winked, and followed Ron up the stairs. Harry sat in his room, watching his fellow housemates getting dressed for the party. "Wish you could come Harry." Said Seamus, while tying his shoe. "Me too." Harry waited until all of the boys had left, then locked the door. "What should I wear...." Harry mumbled to himself. He pulled on a pair of jeans, and a flannel top. "Ugh..no." He pulled off the top, waved his wand and a tight black t-shirt replaced the flannel. "This will have to do." Harry sighed while trying to tame his untidy hair. Harry pulled himself away from the mirror and went to his drawer to get the present. He grabbed the bag, wrapped the Invisibility cloak around him, and walked out the door. Harry entered the Gryffindor common room to see his housemates partying. He saw Dean and Seamus dancing quite inappropriately with each other, while Lavender and Parvati watched and giggled furiously. Harry spotted Ron and Hermione snogging madly in a corner. Neville stood in the dance floor, trying to dance. He fell over and caused an uproar in laughter. Harry laughed to himself and walked quietly to the door, trying not to trip over Oliver Wood and Padma Patil, who were snogging wildly by the door. He opened the door, holding his breath, hoping that either of the two wouldn't notice. Luckily they were too deeply immersed in their session, that they didn't even open their eyes. Harry walked down the dark quiet corridors, and down the stairs to the Slytherin common room. Harry reached the portrait, but realized a problem...how was he going to get in? First of all, he didn't know the password, and second, he was a Gryffindor, and wans't allowed in another house's common room. Harry moved to a corner, and thought. He was just about to turn around and head back up to the Gryffindor common room, when a girl with long brown hair approached the portrait, and said "Cruciatus." The portrait swung open. Harry ran and followed the girl inside. Harry entered the same room he entered four yearsago, to find the same black leather couches in front of the fire. Harry thought it funny how there could be a fire going, and the room still gave off a cold and uninviting feeling. He looked over and saw Draco Malfoy sitting in a chair by the fire with his foot propped up on a stone table with serpants engraved on the sides. Harry removed his cloak and Draco turned around. "Bout time." Draco said as he stood up. Harry felt his jaw drop. Draco was wearing a sleeveless green top with black buckles that went across the chest. He had on tight leather pants, and black boots with silver studs going around the toe. "Nice outfit."Harry said, eying the boy. "Thanks." ".........For a man whore." Harry added. "Look at your ensemble.....pick that out yourself at the Wizards Salvation Army?" Draco asked, waving at Harrys clothes. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Ha ha. So are you planning on showing me where this "party" is?" Harry asked impatiently. "First....a change of clothing. Honestly Potter, do you think I would be seen with you in those clothes? If you can call them that." Draco waved his wand over Harry. Harry walked over to the mirror by the stairs and saw that he was wearing the same outfit as Draco, except that his top was red. He also noticed that his glasses were gone. "Ugh. I look like...you!" Harry said in a disgusted tone, turning to the side to examine the outfit from a different angle. "You wish you could be so lucky." Draco answered back raising an eyebrow. "Can we get going before I change my mind?" asked Harry impatiently. "Yea, follow me."Draco said walking towards a door in a corner of the room. Harry followed the blonde through the door and down a winding staricase. Harry eyed the serpent carvings along every wall, noticing the great detail. He wrapped his arms around himself and shuddered. "God, its so damn cold in here." Harry said through chattering teeth. "Stop being such a baby," Draco answered, "We're almost there." Harry grunted, but continued to follow Draco down the cold hallways. Suddenly Draco stopped beside a wall. Harry ran into him, nearly pushing Draco over. "Shit. Why did you stop?" Harry asked, pulling himself away from Draco. Draco didn't answer. Instead, he waved his wand, and a door appeared on the wall. Draco turned around, raised both his eyebrows and opened the door. Harry's eyes widened at what he saw. The room was decorated with metallic green and silver streamers all around, hanging from the ceiling. There was a bar set up in a corner, with tons of bottles of different shapes, sizes and colors. Leather chairs and couches were placed around the room, many of them occupied by couples snogging, and some doing more than that. Loud rock music played while many Slytherins, all dressed very revealing, danced provocativily. "Hey Drac." said Pansy Parkinson. She walked up to Draco, wrapped her arms around his waist, and kissed him on the neck. "ooh. Nice outfit. You look so sexy." she added. "Thanks,"Draco replied in a rather bored fashion,"You know Potter." Draco said pointing to Harry. "Yes, yes. How are you?" Pansy asked in a drawling tone, while eyeing Harry's outfit. "Fine." Harry simply answered. "I see somone tried to match you tonight Draco." came Blaise Zabini's voice. He was dressed in all black, with his shirt one button away from being completly open. "Hey Blaise. Happy Birthday. Take your gift before I change my mind and keep it for myself." Draco said, thrusting the gift at his friend. "So....why is he here?" Blaiseasked waving aimlessley at Harry. "Well, he has nothing better to do, so I thought I'd invite him and show him how to really party."Draco replied. "I know how to party." Harry said, crossing his arms. "Tea parties with your teddy bears don't count." Draco said. Blasie and Pansy snorted. "Fuck you." Harry answered. "Oohh. Looks like someone is hoping for a bit of fun Drac." Pansy laughed. "Maybe later Potter." Draco replied while looking around boredly. "Hey, We're gonna go join the othes in a game of Strip Exploding Snap. If you wanna join, we'll be over there." Pansy said, pointing to a corner where Goyle sat shirtless while Millicent Bullstrode started to take her shirt off. Harry looked away fast before he had to see two fat whales shirtless. "Uh huh." Draco answered. "Have fun with him Drac." she added before leaving. "Will do." he said to himself. "Want a drink Potter?" Draco asked while walking to the bar. "I don't drink." Harry replied. "Stop being a pussy. Loosen up, you're at a party for fuck's sake, Draco said as he approached the bar. "Two Dragon Blood Martinis, make one of them extra strong." Draco ordered to the bartender. "So, having fun yet?" Draco asked Harry as he took a sip of his drink. "Yes, tons." Harry answered sarcastically. "You will, wanna join them?" Draco asked jerking his head towards the corner where the Strip card game was taking place. "I'm fine thanks. You might get off watching Crabbe and Goyle strip, but not me." Harry replied. "Wanna dance or something?" Draco laughed. "Yea...sorry, but I don't dance." Harry raised an eyebrow, and grinned. "You don't know how, do you?" "It's having sex with your clothes on, of course I know how to." Draco replied before taking another sip of his drink. "Oh yea, then come show me that you know how." Harry asked, smirking. "I don't have to show you anything Potter." "Cause you don't know how." Harry retorted back, taking a drink out of his glass. "Humph. You don't know what you just got yourself into Potter." With that Draco grabbed Harry by the arm and drug him out to the dance floor. "What are you doing?" Harry asked when they were in the middle of the floor. "Teaching you how to dance." Draco replied. Draco slid his hand down Harry's back and placed it on the small of his back. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, and the two boys danced. The two bodies grinded together to the rhythm of the music. Harry felt himself start to get hard as the other boy rubbed his body up against him. "So, I see that you think I'm a good dancer." Draco said, while grabbing Harry's ass. "Your not the best." Harry replied, trying to catch his breath. "Your crotch seems to think otherwise." Draco answered while quickily eyeing Harry's hard-on. "Shut up and dance." Harry panted. "Sorry, but I think I've had enough dancing for one night." Draco said, while walking off the dance floor. Harry raised an eyebrow, but followed the blonde off the floor.
MEANWHILE, AT DEAN'S PARTY...........
"I'll be right back Herm." Said Ron, while setting down his butterbeer. "Where ya goin?" Hermione asked. "Gonna go tell Harry to come down. I think he's done enough homework tonight. "Ron, no. Let him finish. He-he, needs to get it done." Hermione answered, nervously. "Hermione, its fine. I don't think he wants to stay up there all night." "Ron, you can't." she answered while looking down at the ground. Ron raised an eyebrow and made his way up the stairs to the boy's dorms. "Harry?" Ron asked while he opened the door. "Harry, come down." He looked around the room and saw that no one was there. It was dark and empty. "Harry?" Ron ran back down the stairs to the party. "Hermione!!" Hermione walked over to her boyfriend with a very nervous look on her face, "Where's Harry?!" "I-uh. Ron, swear you won't get mad." Hermione started in a shaky voice. Tell me now!" Ron demanded.
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