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One thing I would like to say – it's a fic – it's allowed to be pwp grins doesn't really need plot as long as you want to read it and one sentence flows to the next much like this one but possibly with a little more punctuation as I don't think I've ever written a sentence quite like this one is turning out to be; somehow I get the feeling I ought to stop it but I am unsure how… Ah there we go. Sorry, fingers kept typing without the intervention of the old grey matter looks innocent

Anyway. On to the story :D

Malfoy vs Potter, round 5

I was so happy I could almost scream – Harry was walking along with me leading him downstairs – I couldn't wait to see the looks on the faces of our friends. I have no idea how I am supposed to keep the 'Malfoy sneer' on my face with Harry near me. This could be hard…In more ways than one!

At the bottom of the stairs, just outside the common room I stopped, Harry bumping into me.

"What's wrong Draco?" Harry asked as he reached a hand out to me.

I sighed slightly. "When we go in there you are going to pretend to be my slave and I your master… I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep my eyes off you, and I…don't really want to order you around, at least not the way they're expecting in there." I leered slightly and tried to apologise with my eyes.

Harry smiled at me. "It's ok Draco, we'll get through this and I'll…treat you later if you're good…."

I laughed happily "Isn't that supposed to be my line, Harry?" I spun him round, holding him at the waist, pushing his shoulders down, forcing him to bend over with me pressed against him. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when he let out a soft whimper and wiggled gently against the bulge in my trousers. Thank god for tight pants...it's going to be bad enough going in there as it is, never mind with my hard on being on display…

I abruptly let go of Harry and smacked his right buttock, hard, and was rewarded with something that sounded suspiciously like a moan rather than an 'ow'. I smiled to myself and vowed that I was going to get as much pleasure out of this evening as I possibly could…

I stood by the door and could hear the buzz of voices and the sounds of bottles and glasses being moved around – they must have been making space to dance. If it had got to that point in the evening then it was definitely time to introduce my slave to our school mates.

I hauled Harry upright, gave him another bruising kiss, making sure his lips were lust-swollen and red before shoving the door open and sauntering into the room with my sneer firmly in place. The voices stopped like a switch had been thrown and all heads turned to watch us enter the room…

Dragging Harry to the centre of the cleared space, I pushed him down to his knees and ran one hand through his hair. Harry looked up at me and nodded gently. Smiling slightly, and softer than I would have liked, I said "Well, I know you've been waiting for my slave and I to get back here. Does anyone have any requests? He will do anything I tell him to, for my pleasure, and if you're lucky, yours too…" I thought for a moment. "Within reason, obviously…"

Hermione was the first to speak. "Where did you find that outfit – it's gorgeous!" Suddenly everyone was crowding around my slave, who was looking very uncomfortable with the attention.

"No touching." I muttered with a dark look. It must have been convincing because they all stopped and moved back, giving us both some space before re-starting their interrupted conversations - though the topic was Harry and how gorgeous he looked... I growled softly and led Harry over to my chair and pushed him down with the command 'Kneel'. He very obediently knelt by my chair as I made myself comfortable.

I sighed quietly, hoping that we could get through this evening quickly. Stealing a look at my watch I realised it was only 4.30pm and groaned.

"What's wrong, Draco?" My Harry asked worriedly.

I replied mournfully "Just looked at my watch, it's only half 4, we have to be sociable for hours..."

Harry looked shocked "Only half 4? Surely it's later than that..." I showed him my watch and he blinked, saying "Apparently not... Oh well..."

I looked out at all the others in the room and said "What?" They were all staring, obviously gobsmacked at the rather unusual sight of Harry in provocative clothing, being lead around by me, his supposed arch-rival. Oh boy were they in for a shock later... To break the silence I ordered Harry to fetch me a drink and handed him his lead. "Swiftly, Harry." I looked at him sternly, but winked at him from under my hair, eliciting a small smile from him as he stood and went to fetch me a bottle. I called after him "Harry" He stopped and turned to me. "You may get yourself a drink also, the same as mine."

He nodded and walked to the mini-bar we'd set up, got the drinks and came back, kneeling at my feet as he handed me my drink. I ran a hand through his hair and murmered "Very good Harry.You may sit at my feet." I parted my legs so that when he sat, my legs would be touching him from shoulder to hip. Since I was bearfoot I took the opportunity to wriggle my feet into his thighs, making him squirm slightly and look up at me.

Hermione finally decided she couldn't take the quiet any more and proposed a drinking game - a nice easy one to get us all loosened up - I hadn't realised they'd been waiting for us to get back downstairs before continuing with the festivities. Suddenly I felt it was just as well we hadn't stayed up there much longer, no doubt one of them, or all of them, would have come up to see what was wrong...

Ron handed everyone glasses of vodka and orange, made with more vodka than orange and explained the rules of the game. "Someone says, for example, I have never kissed a fish. Anyone who has kissed a fish must drink a fingers worth of the vodka mix. Then the next person asks a question... You can even ask a question you know you'll have to drink to. Nice and easy, isn't it?" He grinned. Hermione looked at him and smiled.

"I'll start." said Hermione. "I have never kissed a girl." Everyone promptly drank, except Hermione and one girl from Hufflepuff. They looked at each other and grinned. "Looks like all the others have been busy..." sniggered Hermione.

"Right, I'll go next," said Ron. "Let's see... I have never... fantasised about someone in this room." I looked up slightly shocked at the question but laughed when Ron, Hermione, Harry and I all raised our glasses to drink. Ron looked at me in confusion and said "Who the hell have you fantasised about?"

"None of your business, Ron..." I said slightly grumpily, realising that Harry had also drunk. I really hoped he hadn't been fantasising about Hermione or anyone like that... I wasn't sure I could stand that... "My turn..." I said, looking round at all the expectant faces. "I have never..." I stopped for a moment, thinking hard. "I have never kept a secret." I grunted unsurprisedly as everyone in the room picked up their drinks.

A warm hand was placed on my thigh and Harry said "Master, may I have a turn?" How could I say no whenthe boy I was falling forlooked so adorable sitting at my feet, peeking up at me throughhis fringe. So I nodded graciously and lethim have his turn.

Harry knelt up, leaning his arms on my thighs. "I have never been desperate for sex." Harry giggled as everyone cheered and drank deeply.

Ron stood and took in all the glasses to refill. Everyone was beginning to feel more than a little tipsy from drinking so quickly.

"Why don't we dance now?" Said Hermione, looking hopefully at Ron, who nodded and waved his wand at the stereo, starting the CD of rocky tunes we had ready. Hermione swished her wand around the room, gettingthe restof the chairs, tables and empty glasses out of the way. Seamus pointed at the lights, muttered something and nodded happily as they turned into colourful lights, disco balls and black-lights.

I pulled Harry to his feet and lead him to the makeshift dance-floor, and gave him a gentle squeeze. The music had been set so loud that you could barely hear yourself think, so I leant close to Harry (any excuse, I thought) and talked into his ear, making sure he was alright for now... I used my wand to get our bottles from where they were resting against the wall and handed him his, relishing in the feeling of his fingers sliding over mine as he took the bottle from me. We laughed as we both danced like Goths to Sisters of Mercy - along with everyone else... I guess it's difficult to dance any other way to that sort of music.

Later on, the music changed, got slower and couples began to form, others went to sit down, having drunk far too much. I looked at Harry, wondering how he felt, but the smile on his face was more than enough to make me happy. I propelled our empty bottles to the nearest table and took his hand in mine. "May I have this dance, Harry?" I said hopefully.

"Yes, Draco, I would like that..." He smiled at me and my heart wanted to burst as we closed the distance and our arms wrapped around each other in full view of everyone else in the room...

I wrapped my arms around Harry's waist and pulled him to me, sighing happily as he put his arms around my shoulders. I stopped caring about the gasps of shock in the room as people watched two enemies snuggle and slow dance with each other.

All I could think of was the boy I was holding in my arms, with his black hair gently spiked, his gently muscled body under my hands... I wanted to worship him, tell him I hadn't led a good enough life to deserve him...

Harry saw the sadness in my eyes and it was mirrored by a sadness all his own from being alone, never having a mother and father to love him, always being the outsider, more so now that he was so well known - people would look at him and see Harry Potter the Hero, and not look at him properly, as I was trying to do, and simply see Harry, an 18 year old boy who wanted to be cared for...

I smiled softly and kissed his cheek, bringing one hand from his waist so I could run my fingers through his hair, let my hand rest on the back of his neck. "Harry..." I whispered, lost in the feel of his body and the scent of his skin.

Harry looked at me, and I could see tears in his eyes. He murmered my name as I closed those final inches and kissed him. Kissed him to tell him he was the best thing in my world and I wasn't going to let him go...

Sorry about the break in updating (if anyone noticed) I uploaded this to a different site and forgot to put it on here...

As a result, I'll post the last chapter as well for you :)