A/N: Guess who got herself a beta reader? Yes, you guessed correctly, me! Everyone, praise the wonderful CatJetRat! Oh, and this chapter is where is all starts. Yes indeed people, we have some serious Harry/Draco interaction here! It is horribly cliché, but please bear with me. I just had to write it like this! Now, I know you probably want to start the chapter, so I will keep you no longer. Except, one last thanks to CatJetRat. You're the best.
XoXoX Draco's POV XoXoX
The evening of Harry's birthday, Draco was lying on his bed, discreetly watching as the black-haired boy cuddled with Medea. It was the perfect image of innocence and family bliss, but Draco couldn't help feeling oddly turned on. Watching Harry being parental sent blood faster to his groin than any PlayWizard magazine had ever done. He closed his eyes briefly, wondering what it would be like to have Harry stroking his cheek instead of Medea's, but he quickly pushed the thought away. It was no good day-dreaming, if he wanted this green-eyed boy, he had to find out a thing or two about him first. Grinning, Draco turned back to Harry and yawned. "Harry, I'm bored," he whined. "Put Medea to sleep and do something with me!"
Draco didn't exactly understand why, but Harry's cheeks turned a pretty crimson colour. He looked up and answered "Do what?"
"Oh, I don't know, we could play something... like truth or dare." Draco smiled inwardly as Harry's breath caught, and he felt a sudden urge to rub his hands together. This was going to be interesting. Boy Wonder obviously had something to hide.
"Uhm," said Harry hesitantly. "Couldn't we play something else? Like chess or something?"
"What's the problem; is ickle Harrykins scared?" Draco mocked, and almost laughed when he saw the defiant look in Harry's eyes. This was too easy.
"Not a chance, Dray," growled the teen and got to his feet. Draco winced at the horrible name; he hated it and Harry knew it, but he was still positively gleeful when he saw Harry put Medea down in her cradle and face him with determined look on his face. "Bring it on, I'm ready."
"What do you say we... raise the stake a little?"
"What do you mean?" Harry was starting to look a bit apprehensive, and Draco almost laughed out loud. He waved his wand and suddenly he had two glasses in front of him, a bottle of the finest wizarding vodka, and a vial of a weak truth potion.
"This," he said, holding up the vial, "Is a truth potion." He saw Harry's eyes flicker to the vial and continued. "Just to make sure both of us tells the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." He grinned wickedly. "Is the Golden Boy up for it?" Harry's eyes blazed at the nickname, and he nodded fiercely. "Good." said Draco and motioned to the chair in front of him. "Let the games begin."
It seemed the boys had reached a mutual understanding that they wanted to know more about each other, because they both only chose truth. The questions were quite innocent in the beginning, but as they got more and more drunk from the vodka, they became more and more daring.
"Who was the last person you slept with? Or, have you ever slept with anyone?" Harry slurred, and Draco thought for a while. The last person he slept with? That had got to be…. "Anthony Goldstein," he answered.
"The Ravenclaw?"
"The very one."
"Huh, was he any good?"
"Very." Draco flashed Harry a lopsided grin, and the latter blushed a delicious pink colour. "Now, my turn, let me see." Draco pondered for a while before he asked, "How many sexual partners have you had?"
Draco could see that Harry unconsciously counted on his fingers as he thought, before he finally answered "Six."
"Six? That's not bad for someone the whole wizarding world considers virginal." Harry snorted and Draco grinned. "Who are they?"
"Uh-uh." Harry shook his head, grinning. "My turn to ask! Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Is it true you're going to marry Pansy Parkinson?"
"Ugh! Hell no! Where in the world did that come from?" Draco shot Harry a disgusted look, and shuddered visibly.
"Everyone thinks so; it's been common knowledge for the last couple of months."
"Damn." Draco muttered. "No wonder I've been having troubles getting laid."
Harry laughed and poured himself another glass. "Your turn." he said and smiled that bloody smile that sent shivers down Draco's spine. "I choose truth."
"Well, you know the question, who are the six people you've been shagging?"
"Hm, let me see, there was Cho Chang that one time, and of course Ginny Weasley, we dated for a while." Draco nodded, those two he had foreseen, the rest were the ones he was curious about. "And after that there was Seamus."
Draco spluttered, and drenched the front of his shirt in vodka. "Finnigan? But I though, well, hell, I thought you were straight!"
"Nah, after Ginny I realized girls weren't really my thing. But don't you dare tell anyone, it's my sheeret… no, sceret… shercet… ssshheeetret…." Harry glared at him through slightly glazed eyes, and Draco shook his head, trying not to laugh.
"Secret?" he helped.
"Yeah, shecret."
"I won't tell. Hell, I probably won't even remember tomorrow. Now the last three?"
"Charlie Weasley, Oliver Wood and Terry Boot."
"Terry Boot, that slut? I thought you had standards! I did him already in fifth year."
"Yeah, well, I was drunk and he was willing," Harry shrugged, and Draco laughed. He had always pictured Harry some kind of prude; obviously he was wrong.
"Your turn." he said.
"Truth or dare?"
In the days after, Draco couldn't figure out what possessed him to do it, whether it was a spur of the moment, or faith. But as his mouth opened, the words he intended to say didn't come out; instead he said, "Dare."
Harry shoot him and incredulous look, and bit his lower lip, thinking hard. Draco couldn't help it, but his eyes were instantly drawn to the other boys' lips, watching mesmerised as Harry chewed on it. He could see Harry was unsure, but nothing could have prepared him for what came out of Harry's mouth next.
"Kiss me," whispered the black haired boy, and Draco gazed at him, unbelieving.
"You're drunk Harry, you don't want to – "
"Yes, I do. You can hate me in the morning, but right now, please just shut up and kiss me, will you?" And Draco was only too happy to oblige. Standing up, he quickly walked over to the other boy and positioned himself in Harry's lap, lowering his mouth slowly to his. At first the kiss was soft, almost chaste, but then Draco felt the tip of Harry's tongue caress his lower lip, and he instantly opened his mouth to let it in. Soon the two boys were engaged in a struggle for dominance, their tongues wrestling back and forth and their hands roaming each others' bodies. Somehow they made their way over to the bed, clothes flying everywhere, and although very distracted and fairly drunk, Draco still managed to think that this was different than any other time. This was better.
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