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Fefs – Harry's with Blaise because he gave up hope of ever having Draco. He always figured Drake was too good for him, even though he'd never told Draco his feelings before he went out with Blaise. That make sense? No? LoL, ah well. Who am I to question a boys mind? Anyways! Glad you like it!

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"Going?" Harry repeated, dragging his eyes away from Draco to look up at Blaise.

"Yeah, I can't stay over," Blaise sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Have fun though, 'kay? And try not to get much more wasted," he grinned, then kneeled down and kissed his boyfriend gently.

Harry ended this kiss as quickly as he could, then shuffled backwards and gave Blaise a small smile. "Right, see you later!"

Everyone bid Blaise goodbye as he left the house, but only Hermione actually got up off the floor to see him out.

When she bounded back into the living room, she dropped onto her knees and crawled towards a cabinet, deciding that truth or dare was now boring.

"Whose up for drinking games?" she smiled.

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Half an hour later, Draco tripped up the stairs, holding his head and groaning slightly.

Mixing drinks had not been a good idea.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he decided that walking was simply too much work, and proceeded to crawl/drag himself the rest of the way to the bathroom. There he clutched onto the rim of the toilet, hoisted his head up, and silently begged whatever god there was to let the alcohol that was settled in his stomach be puked up.

However, he wish wasn't granted.

Instead he kneeled there for ten minutes, groaning and whimpering about the headache that was attacking the spot between his eyes.

Yet sitting still in the quiet for a few minutes seemed to have helped him, and he was able to shakily get to his feet. Sighing heavily, he turned on the tap and poured a drink of water into an empty bottle of Smirnoff Ice he found next to the shower.

Then he splashed some water on his face and, feeling a bit better, left the bathroom.

He could hear loud shrieks of laughter and yelling coming from downstairs, and wrinkled his nose at the noise. Then he glanced in the other direction, and saw a set of stairs leading upwards to Hermione's converted loft.

Draco opted for going up there instead, wondering if any of his friends would be up there.

They weren't, but there was a king size bed, and many cushions and quilts on the floor. Hermione had set them up before the party had started, knowing that everyone would end up staying there.

Smiling slightly, Draco fell onto the bed, and made himself comfortable, pulling the covers up to his chin.

Just as his eyes were falling closed though, there was a quiet whisper made him sleepily raise his head.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay?" Harry whispered.

"Uh huh," Draco murmured, still half asleep, and let his eyes fall closed once again.

"You sure?"

When he opened his eyes again, he found Harry crouched on his knees next to the bed, his face only inches away from Draco's.

"Yeah, just feel a bit sick," Draco replied quietly, even though he was feeling much better.

"Oh. . ." was all Harry said, and Draco could tell by the look in his eyes how very drunk he was.

"Don't be sick Drake, it's only about 1 o'clock," Harry continued whispering. "We've got all night yet. . ."

His face was moving closer to Draco's.

"And there's still loads of beer left, Justin just found a load. . ."

And closer still. . .

"And. . . You tired? Don't go to sleep Drake, I don't want you to, it won't be any fun if you do. . ."

And his lips were on Draco's.

Draco immediately responded, and the pair kissed hungrily for a few seconds before Harry pulled backwards and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Shit," he murmured. "Shit. I shouldn't. . . I know, and. . ."

But he moved towards Draco again, and kissed him harder than before. They kissed for a good few minutes this time, but just as Harry was about to climb into the bed with Draco, the blonde had an attack of conscience.

"Harry. . ." he sighed, gently pushing the other boy away. "We can't do this, Blaise is my mate. . ."

Harry let out a sort of frustrated scream, and let his head fall into his hands. "I know, I know," he whined. "It isn't fair. But. . . Merlin Draco, I want you so bad. . ." He kissed him roughly once again, before the pair were interrupted when loud footsteps told them people were running up towards the loft.

Seamus, Ron, Lavender and Pansy appeared a few seconds later, and quickly made themselves comfortable.

"Make room on the bed, mate!" Ron instructed, motioning for Draco to move over.

Harry stood up and climbed over Draco, so he could lie on the bed next to wall. Draco then shuffled over and lay next to Harry, while Ron and Lavender squeezed onto the bed also.

Seamus and Pansy collapsed onto some quilts on the, chatting and happily swapping sex tips.

Ron and Lavender were lay extremely close together, and Lavender was laughing hysterically and telling Ron to "kiss the croc" or something, and holding out a small plastic crocodile toy she had found.

Ron laughed and did as he was told, which sent Lavender into even more fits of giggles.

With the extra people in the bed, Harry and Draco had been pressed very close together. Draco – trying to be a good boy – was lay on his side with his back facing the dark haired wizard. Yet this changed when he felt Harry's hands pulling his hips backwards to meet his own, making sure to fondle his arse as he did so.

Draco rolled over to face the Boy Who Lived when he felt a hand caressing his inner thigh.

"Harry," he hissed warningly, but didn't get chance to say anything else as Harry's lips captured his own for a few short seconds. When the both pulled away from the kiss, Draco glanced over his shoulder to make sure nobody had seen them.

And they hadn't. Nobody was paying them the slightest bit of attention.

"But Mr Croc wants another kiss, Ronald!"

". . . When you're giving head, you should play with the lads balls as you're doing it, Hermione's great at that. . ."

"But I don't want to kiss the croc Lav, I want to kiss you. . ."

". . .Hmm, I'll have to try that one, tar Seamus. . ."

"Calm down," Harry whispered, his warm breath on his ear making Draco shiver. He again pressed his lips against the blonde's, not hesitating at all to slip his tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco sighed happily, and pressed himself even closer to the other boy, his hands tangling in his hair.

It was another kiss that ended quickly, just to make sure nobody would catch them. Yet it gave Harry the confidence to slide his hand higher up Draco's thigh, and Draco's gasped quietly when he felt Harry began to massage his already hard cock through his trousers.

"Draco?"

Draco nearly jumped a mile when he heard Pansy say his name, and guiltily pushed Harry's hands off him and turned over.

"Yeah?" he asked, surprised himself at how casual he sounded.

"What's the name of that guy in Slytherin? Y'know, the dark haired one, shares a dorm with Monetly. . . The Bi one. We both did him last year."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. He felt Harry's hands slide back over his hips, and this time began to unbutton and unzip Draco's pants.

"T-Timperly?" Draco stuttered, making sure to pull the duvet up to his chin.

"That's the one!" she exclaimed, before turning back to Seamus. "Yeah, this Timperly, now he is one kinky thing. . ." she went on, as Draco felt Harry tugging at his boxers. . .

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