Title: I Will Not Forget
Author: Princesspepper
Pairing: Harry/Draco of course -consoles people who didn't know that for being insane-
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the beautiful characters; they are the property of JK Rowling.
(A/N): The reviews are pouring in so slowly this time! It's been up for like five days and I still need two more before I can post! –tsktsk- oh well, I don't blame you; I know some of you are busy. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for the get-well wishes! I'm feeling a lot better, just so you know, although school later today isn't going to help me much.
truthxinxshadow: I'm glad you liked the angst, I take pride in my angstyness!
Mz Psycho: No, don't pull out your hair! –snigger- I'm glad I affect you so. -Jaw drops to the floor- I greatly enjoyed the image you provided me with. Very, very creative. –licks her lips- thanks for the review!
Gryffindorgrl86: You know, I was in a very strange, paranoid, jumpy mood when I got your review, and that coupled with a few other things freaked me out. Allow me to explain. Moments before I received it, a friend that I had not talked to in a while IMed like so: "SARAH." Now, I wasn't too surprised to see my name like that, though I thought it weird that he addressed me like that so suddenly and out of the blue. THEN, my other friend, whom I talk to regularly, popped up and said, "SARAH don't make me go to school!" By then I was getting suspicious. My other good friend says. "SARAH! GUESS WHAT!" three seconds later. Then, your review pops up and says "OMG Sarah!" I was wondering by then, why was everybody fascinated with my first name? -Laughs at her own stupidity- I can be really paranoid at times. Sorry about that, I felt the need to tell you that story. ANYWAY, congrats! Glad you have someone to talk to now at home. Thank you, I'm glad you liked the whole point of view thing! I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. Ack, yet another thing! People have been obsessed with telling me they love me lately (including a guy I used to have a crush on)… -knows she is reading too much into things- Ah well, I like knowing I'm loved . I know, Harry was so evil in doing that, but you must agree, it IS fun to see Draco mad. He says the dumbest things when he's mad . Thanks for the review; I always enjoy hearing from you!
Willow Ann Rover: It is the greatest compliment an aspiring writer can receive to be told that her stories are well written . Thank you so much, you really made me smile.
Corculum: Thank you for the warning; I may have called the men in the pretty white coats to take you away had you not warned me (lol kidding). I like hyper you, I've decided. Hyper!Corculum gives me long, humorous reviews. ACK! –points- If you read parts of my response to Gryffindorgrl86's review, you would know that I was in an extremely paranoid mood when I received most of these reviews. You are the fifth or sixth person to say "have I told you I love you lately?" or something related to that in one day. Not that I'm complaining; I love to know that I'm loved, but it's just kind of creepy everyone chose to say it in one day. You know, you scared me even MORE when you said the thing about the transparent wall, because I was actually THINKING of having her do that. In the end I decided it was a little too creepy, and that Brianna wasn't that weird. Gosh, you read my mind! –shudder- Yes, your theory about why Draco didn't freak was correct; he was giving Harry the benefit of the doubt because of what he himself did. Hee, the prospect of licking some sense into Draco seems very enjoyable… -ponders-. Nope, no more breaking up! At least, not any chance that I can see. I have a feeling nobody will be too pleased with the 'surprises,' but we can just chalk it up to them being drunk and not have them get in a fight! –Munches on chocolate frogs- thankies! Oh, and just to let you know, I was in –such- a bad mood before I got your review, but after I read it, I was walking around my house smiling like a loon.
Lanne666: Good! -looks smug- Nope, not quite the end of Brianna, however, she shall stop being so evil. HEEE, I'm glad you think my Draco's adorable! -huggles him-
katina: Thank you for the well wishing! Yes, that picture was beautiful, wasn't it? You can thank Mz Psycho for bringing it to my attention!
sly-there-in: Hm, well more blood adds to the drama! We all love drama, don't we? Heh, well the reason I end in cliffhangers is to get people mad. See, it's a proven fact that people are more prone to review when they are mad. Take a Mary Sue fic for example. I saw one that had thirty reviews for one chapter (twenty-eight of which were flames). And in this story, when everybody thought Draco was dead, I got more reviews than I EVER GOT EVER (I know that was redundant). So, see my reasoning? Lol, thanks for the review.
Starrarose: I'm sure most people agree with you on that one, lol.
Daniels Dark Angel: A very valid question you ask. When I finish this fic, there will be no sequel. Even though I still have readers who are following the story, to be quite frank, I am getting bored with the story. I want to write another fic after this with a brand new plot. I enjoy writing up to the point where they first get together; for me that's my favorite part of the story, and that happened so long ago in this one. BUT I shall not abandon this, for I always finish what I've started!
Draco Rox Mai Sox: wow, long review for you! Hehe, you're not weird for always loving Snape, I liked him a lot too for a long time. Love everything you said, thank you so much for making me smile!
CatJetRat: Being mean is fun! NOOO I know it's been a REALLY long time since you've updated! Good luck with that, I've been in suspense! Eh, I dunno how many more chapters there will be. At least five, because the plot bunnies are still breeding in my head :-D!
twodollartrick: Yes, I think you will enjoy the wild party A LOT. I am particularly proud of this one . Yup, scary!psycho!Draco IS hot! I never thought of it that way. BUT we see more of him in this chapter! And we find out more about why Draco hates Seamus so much! You know, what you said about Hermione and Brianna is completely right. They are like, polar opposites, and I think Hermione would really hate her. I'm going to add in a scene where they interact just for you (and because it will be effing hilarious)! Ehe, glad you liked the sex! I worked quite hard on it, so it means a lot to me. I know, I want a boyfriend like Draco, too! But, like you said, I'd be thankful for any boyfriend at this point (oh, and I'd like to say that it's not fair—all the nice ones are gay, you're lucky!). Glad you liked the ending, and thank you so much for the review!
This chapter is dedicated to all those mentioned above as well as: Confused-Gal,Adina, Kilikapele, dracogirly,honeyduked, lizziepooh29, Aquilius,Sango06, Mwgz, x-Radcliffe-x, and sic-itur-ad-astra! Thank you for allowing me to keep breathing (reviews are like air, get it?)!
I'd just like to say that there will be a party in this chapter! One without rape! But, if you don't like the clothing Harry and Draco are wearing (I know it isn't very likely they would ever dress like that) I'd like to apologize. I have a thing for punk/goth/emo boys, so I couldn't help myself .
Also… unless I change my mind, I think that our boys will be playing a drunken game of Truth Or Dare. Hm, this should be fun. Just… while you're reading it, remember that they aren't going to break up again.
Oh, and this chapter came out SO LONG that I couldn't fit in the guidance counselor of DOOM quite yet. Well, I did… but you don't know that yet (wink wink huge hint right there wink wink). She'll be in the next chapter though (I think it'll be a woman at this point).
In the last chapter:
Harry forgives Draco and they go back to Draco's room for some -cough- fun. The next morning Snape announces that they can have their old room back.
We see a whole lot of dialogue that the author added in for purely her own entertainment (I am lame, I know).
Draco discovers that Harry has begun to cut again, and I add in a nasty bit of foreshadowing for good measure.
(Chapter Fourteen: Veritaserum and Nasty Foreshadowing)
Now that Harry had finished crying, Draco looked at him critically. "Do you mind answering a few questions for my sake?"
Harry shook his head. "Go right ahead."
Draco looked pensive for a moment before speaking again. "When did you start this up again?"
"Right after I killed Ricardo," Harry said in monotone.
"…WHY?" Draco said incredulously.
"Because when Voldemort possessed you, you were acting so weird. You wouldn't kiss me… you wouldn't even talk to me. So I thought it was my fault. I started to cut."
Draco regarded Harry as if he were a child who had misunderstood something. "You're telling me," he said calmly, "that you started to hurt yourself because of some OLD BATTY LOON bent on world domination?"
"Stop, you're making me feel stupid," Harry muttered, averting his gaze from Draco's face.
Draco put his arm on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, why give Voldemort the satisfaction of knowing he got to you? That wasn't me, you know that!"
"You of all people should know it's not that easy to just… stop," Harry said painfully, forcing himself to look at Draco.
"Well, you better," Draco said fiercely, "if I find you bleeding to death on the floor, I'll be forever emotionally scarred."
Harry smiled weakly. "You're forgetting that I've found you bleeding to death on the floor before."
Draco blanched. "Why must we keep bringing this up? Can we talk about something else now?"
"Now he wants to change the subject," Harry muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" asked Draco, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing. What did you want to talk about?"
"Well… what do you say we celebrate getting our room back?"
"…Didn't we do something close to that last night?" Harry said suggestively.
Draco flushed. "That's not what I meant!" he protested. "I mean a party! The last party we attended didn't exactly go over well," Draco paled again at the thought, "so I figured we should give it another go. What do you say we be the hosts this time?"
Harry grinned. "I say it's worth a shot."
By Sunday night, Harry and Draco had worked out most of the details. It would take place the coming Friday, and somewhere between now (Sunday) and then, the boys would have to smuggle alcoholic beverages into the building. Which proved to be pretty easy, as Harry had an invisibility cloak.
They had also worked out the guest list. The two of them had made several friends during their stay at the school, and each person invited was allowed to bring a guest that wasn't, so most of the freshman class would probably be present.
After a lot of arguing, Draco agreed to let Harry invite Seamus ("He's not going to try anything!" Harry insisted) if Draco could invite Brianna. Harry accepted his terms, although he wasn't too happy. He still hadn't completely forgiven Brianna for what she did (but who could blame him?).
When Friday came, the boys rushed back to their room as soon as classes ended to begin getting ready. They performed the same charm Ricardo had to make the room bigger with two levels. The dance floor expanded over more than half of the first level with the alcohol on tables around the outskirts of it. The second level contained the bathroom and bedroom (Draco was certain he would be needing to change his sheets after the party was over).
The invitation said the party started at nine, so Harry and Draco were pretty relaxed while they were decorating at seven o'clock. All they needed to do was get dressed and wait for the hired DJ to arrive. However, Harry was quite jarred when he heard knocking on the door, precisely two hours before anyone was supposed to come. Draco smiled knowingly at the sound and gave Harry an imploring look. Harry sighed, stomping over to answer the door.
"You do realize you're—" Harry abruptly stopped speaking when he felt himself get tackled by something.
"Harry!" that something squealed, backing away. Harry was now able to recognize his best friend, Hermione Granger.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, backing away from the door to let her in. Once she stepped aside, he saw somebody else standing behind her.
"How are you mate?" his other best friend, Ron Weasley said, walking in and clapping him on the back.
Harry's eyes moved from Hermione to Ron to Draco, a bemused expression still on his face.
His eyes rested on Draco, who was staring at the ceiling innocently, his hands clasped behind his back. "Did you—?" Harry let his question hang in the air as Draco smiled at him.
"Might've made a phone call." He said casually.
"Since when can you use the phone?" Harry said, walking over to Draco to give him a hug that showed his appreciation. 'Didn't know you had it in you to be that thoughtful.' Harry mused to Draco.
Draco just smirked in response, walking up the stairs to get changed.
Harry turned back to his friends, smiling at them with pure delight.
"It's been forever!" he exclaimed, leading them inside to a couch in the corner of the room.
"I know! But we've all been so busy—you with school and us with work," Hermione said, accepting the cup of tea Harry conjured for her.
Ron nodded in agreement, also taking tea. "So, this party should be fun, eh?" Ron said, raising his eyebrows at Harry.
"I hope so," Harry mused, biting his lip. "I've never hosted one before. Oh, I should tell you, Seamus is coming. He goes to this school apparently." Ron and Hermione exchanged dark looks. "What?" Harry said curiously.
"Didn't you guys have a rough breakup?" Hermione said carefully.
"Well, yeah. But he's over that now." Harry assured her.
She raised her eyebrow questioningly. "Alright Harry, just be careful. I'm not sure Draco would be happy if he tried to move in on you."
"Believe me, we've already been through that," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Somehow, I have the feeling I don't want to know," Ron said jokingly.
"Oh, no, you're right, you don't." Harry confirmed, smirking.
"So… how are you and Draco doing?" Hermione questioned, glancing at the closed door on the second level, behind which Draco was changing.
"Just fine. Better recently," Harry said, following her gaze. "It's been rough, but I think we'll be alright."
"Rough?" Hermione questioned, genuine curiosity showing.
Harry went on to explain all that happened since he last talked to her. When he got to the bit about the rape, Hermione looked horrified (Ron did too, but on a different level) and stopped him for a moment.
"That's dreadful!" She exclaimed, a look of pure disgust on her face. "But I'm curious… did that effect your bond?"
Harry nodded gravely. "But we repaired it," he added afterwards, ignoring the blatant "I-don't-want-to-know" face Ron sported.
Hermione smiled knowingly. "Please continue. What happened after that?"
Once Harry was done telling his "epic tale" of the defeat of Voldemort, Draco came down the stairs in the getup he was planning on wearing to the party. The reactions of the other people in the room varied quite a bit. Ron just gawked, raising an eyebrow at the clothing. Harry gawked too, but in a completely different way. Hermione tried to hide her gawking, but thought, 'Harry's a lucky guy!'
Draco was dressed in all black. Not the normal kind of all black—not just jeans and a long sleeve shirt—but black leather. Harry had seen Draco in leather before, but never this much. The pants he wore were skintight in every place, and he wore black combat boots with silver buckles over the bottom part. The boots stopped just before his knees, giving him a very good overall appearance. The shirt he was wearing wasn't really a shirt—it was more like a jacket, clinging to his lithe form. The zipper down the front of the jacket matched the color of the buckles on his boots.
"Okay… you can stop staring now." Draco said uncomfortably, settling down on the couch next to Harry.
"I thought you liked being the center of attention," Harry said, coming to his senses.
"Yes, well being the center of attention and going right to the top of Granger's list of 'Most Doable Things to Do' are not the same thing."
Harry thought Hermione would get mad at this comment, but she just giggled lightly, glaring at Ron when he scowled, saying, "Can't you take a joke?"
"Very funny," Harry said, looking at his boyfriend with a less than amused expression on his face. "By the way, you look like a goth."
Draco smirked. "So what? You obviously like the look on me."
Harry blushed and got up, moving towards the stairs. "I'm going to go change," he said over his shoulder.
"Good idea. But I get the final word on what you're wearing!" Draco called after him.
"I'm a big boy, I can dress myself," he said, stopping on the second stair to look at Draco.
"Yes, well that doesn't mean you're any good at it."
Harry rolled his eyes, continuing up the stairs.
Once he had entered the bedroom, he made a beeline for Draco's wardrobe. He knew Draco would make him borrow clothes, so why put it off?
Harry stared into the open wardrobe for a few minutes without moving, feeling overwhelmed. How could Draco deal with having so much clothing! How was Harry supposed to choose!
Finally, he reached in and took out a pair of black, baggy pants with chains hanging from the zipper pulls on the legs. As for the top… Harry settled on a tight black t-shirt. He borrowed a pair of Draco's boots (yes, he has more than one pair. What? He's Draco!) similar to the ones Draco was wearing. Harry observed himself in the mirror for a few moments, deciding he wanted to add a few things. First, he picked up his wand and tapped each of his hands once, painting his nails black (isn't that handy?). He rummaged through one of Draco's jewelry boxes and pulled out a black leather bracelet with protruding silver spikes. Then he borrowed Draco's hair gel and spiked his hair, making it stand up in all directions all over the place.
For the finishing touch, Harry eyed Draco's eyeliner warily. He didn't want to do it… but hey, it went with his outfit. Plus, Draco would probably tie him down and force it on him if he didn't put it on willingly. Harry put a temporary vision repairing charm on his eyes so that people could actually see the eyeliner and his glasses wouldn't be obstructing the view. If Harry went through the bother to put on makeup, he was going to make sure everyone saw the makeup.
Harry shot one last approving glance at his reflection before walking down the stairs. "ACK!" was the sound that greeted him. Ron had caught sight of him first, and was startled to say the least. "Wow," Ron said after Draco and Hermione's laughter had subsided, "you look different."
Harry rolled his eyes. "That was the plan."
Draco smirked at him smugly. "You put on the eyeliner! I knew you would!"
"Well I wasn't about to have you tie me down, so I decided I'd go the peaceful way."
"Well, you look nice!" Draco said approvingly, turning back to his conversation with Hermione.
"Yeah, he's right mate, you do," Ron said observing Harry.
Draco shot Ron an angry glare. "He's mine!" he snarled, getting off the couch and putting his arm around Harry's waist.
Ron looked slightly disgusted. "Calm down—I don't look at him like that! I'm married, for Pete's sake!"
"Really?" Draco said curiously. He turned his gaze from Ron to Hermione. She nodded. "You two don't waste any time, do you?"
But before they could answer him, Harry grabbed him by the wrist and started dragging him across the room. "Come, Draco! The DJ is going to arrive soon! We must finish decorating!"
Ron and Hermione got up as well and began helping the other two. "So… what do you have planned for the night?" Hermione asked.
"Er… dancing?" Harry said confusedly. "Oh, and drinking!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Don't you think there should be some party games?"
Now it was Harry's turn to roll his eyes. "Isn't that kind of a childish thing to do? You're acting like we're in primary school!"
Hermione shook her head. "Party games are something that even mature Wizards and Witches play. It's more fun with us; we've got magic!"
Harry frowned. "I suppose you're right. Let's just see how things go. Everyone will probably be too busy dancing to care."
"Alright… but aren't you at least going to nick some random potions? They're always fun to have at parties. Especially truth potion."
"How do you know so much about Wizarding party games? Besides, I'm not sure Snape would appreciate that," he said, shuddering involuntarily.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Snape!"
"Yeah, he's come to watch over me," said Harry glumly. "But he's alright… he's the reason me and Draco have our room back!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Neat."
Harry was about to continue with what it was he was doing, but then he realized Hermione avoided his question.
"Wait… how do you know about Wizarding party games?"
"Oh… umm…" Hermione's voice trailed off, and Harry saw a distinct blush spread across her face.
"Hermione…" Harry said sternly, glaring at her.
"Oh alright! While you were off with Seamus over the summer, Ron took me to a few parties and showed me the ropes."
Harry nodded, satisfied with her answer. "Hm… that's actually an interesting idea. Why don't I go get some Veritaserum?"
Hermione brightened considerably at that. "Good idea! Get your invisibility cloak, I'll come with you!"
Harry smirked. "Okay." With that, he walked up the stairs and came back down moments later holding the flowing silvery material.
Ron and Draco, who were in the middle of a conversation (and a civil one at that! -gaspshock-) looked up when they saw Harry come back down with the invisibility cloak.
"Where're you going?" Draco said vaguely, looking at him distractedly.
"Nicking potions from Snape's cupboard," Harry said simply, throwing the cloak over himself and Hermione.
"Alright, do be careful, will you? Snape will have your head if he finds you!"
Harry clucked his tongue impatiently. "Don't you think I know that? C'mon, Hermione, let's go."
Harry and Hermione crept down the hallway as silently as two fully-grown teenagers under a cloak could. Once, Hermione tripped over a bump in the rug, and almost sent both of them tumbling into a suit of armor, but Harry caught her in time (don't ask how… he's Harry!).
Once they got to Snape's office, they nudged the door open carefully so as not to attract attention. When they walked inside, they got an eyeful of Snape asleep at his desk. Harry heard Hermione's distinct giggle coming from somewhere over his left shoulder, but he elbowed her quickly to shut her up. If Snape woke up, they were dead meat!
They slowly moved into the next room, where they knew Snape kept his private store of potions. Hermione made quick work of finding the right bottle and handing it to Harry.
"'Mione," Harry whispered, looking at the miniscule bottle he now held, "there's barely enough for one person here! We have to get another bottle!"
Hermione "looked" at Harry (they were still invisible). "If we take another one, Snape will surely notice. However, I doubt he'll figure it out if one nearly empty bottle is missing!"
Harry nodded, but then, realizing Hermione couldn't see him, he muttered, "I suppose. But how is this enough to go around?"
"Harry, do you remember what happens when someone takes Veritaserum?"
"Yeah… they get all possessed-like… they lose their personality, and they answer every question mechanically."
"Exactly. So, if we dilute this Veritaserum with water and have everyone drink a glass, it will be much less potent. So then, everyone will still be unable to lie, but they will retain their personalities."
Harry blinked. "Wow," he muttered, "no wonder you got twelve NEWTS."
An hour later, the room was decorated, Ron and Hermione had changed, the DJ had arrived, and so had all the guests. There were gyrating bodies covering the dance floor, and Harry and Draco were marveling at the great job that they did.
"Think everyone's having fun?" Draco asked, sipping his firewhiskey (not guplping!).
Harry nodded enthusiastically. "Most definitely. Would you like to dance?"
Draco put down his drink and held out his arm for Harry to take. Harry guided him to the dance floor, his arm around Draco's waist to ease him into the crowd gently. They danced to about four different songs—the fast ones and the slow ones. Harry decided the DJ was getting a generous tip—he was playing all the right songs.
(The Super Special Brianna vs. Hermione Scene, Dedicated to Jordan!)
While Harry and Draco were talking to Hermione and Ron, Brianna walked up to them and started talking. She slung her arm around Draco's neck and began chatting idly with them, even though she had no idea what they had been talking about.
Hermione eyed her suspiciously and raised an eyebrow at Harry. Harry glared nastily at Brianna, who was obliviously flirting with Ron. When Brianna felt Harry's eyes on her, she giggled and removed her arm from Draco's shoulders. Harry smirked with satisfaction.
"Um, excuse me," Hermione said, looking at Brianna.
"Um, like, what?" Brianna said in her giggly voice.
"I'd appreciate it if you would stop hitting on him," Hermione said in an undertone, gesturing towards Ron.
"Ugh, he's not yours," she said, continuing to smile flirtatiously at Ron.
"Actually, he is," Hermione said testily.
"Geez, you've got to lighten up, heehee," Brianna giggled. "And what is that you're wearing? Are you sure people can tell you're a girl?"
Hermione looked down and plucked the material of her loosely fitted blouse. "What's wrong with it? At least my breasts aren't hanging out of my shirt," she said pointedly.
Brianna scowled. "Hey, I resent that!" Brianna started walking towards Hermione, still scowling.
Hermione grabbed her upper arm, and Brianna looked at the spot where Hermione had grabbed her. She picked up Hermione's hands with her abrasively pink finger-nailed ones and studied them. "Gosh, do you bite on your cuticles? You are in serious need of a manicure! And I have some hair potion that you could definitely make use of!"
"WHATS-WRONG-WITH-MY-HAIR?" Hermione said evenly.
"Gosh, almost everything!" Brianna exclaimed, her eyes widening.
"JUST SHUT UP!" Hermione screeched, lunging at Brianna.
"WHOA, cat fight!" Ron said, first noticing that Hermione and Brianna were fighting (he had been speaking with Harry).
"Alright break it up!" Harry said, prying Hermione off Brianna (she was trying to scratch her!).
"Brianna dear," Draco said, "Why don't you go dance with that strapping lad over there? It looks like he's checking you out!"
"Really! Where!" She said, scampering off.
Harry turned to Hermione, who was still seething. "Are you okay?" he said sincerely.
"Fine. I just—I don't like her very much," Hermione said through clenched teeth.
"Thanks for telling us that, because we really didn't notice," Draco said, rolling his eyes.
As the night progressed, the partygoers were getting more and more drunk by the minute. Eventually, they were too drunk to dance—they were spazzing out every time they tried. So, Harry decided it was time to play some games…
Harry beckoned for Draco to follow him into the back room that was adjacent to the dance floor. Draco followed, shutting the door so he could hear Harry. Harry produced the bottle of Veritaserum with a mischievous spark in his eye.
"What are you thinking?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Let's gather a bunch of people and play Truth Or Dare." Harry said simply, opening the door.
"How do you plan to do that?" Draco questioned, following him out of the room.
"I'll improvise."
Harry walked up to Hermione and tapped her sharply on the shoulder. "Brianna, if you—...oh, it's just you, Harry."
"Lets play now," he said, looking at her meaningfully.
Hermione smiled. "Okay, I'll find Ron."
"Meet us in that room, over there," Harry said, pointing to the room he had just been in.
"Gotcha," she said, walking off.
Harry spent the next ten minutes walking around telling people to go into the back room if they wanted to play. When he returned afterwards, a room filled with about fifteen people and an empty firewhiskey bottle greeted him. The people included Ron, Hermione, Draco, Brianna, Seamus, and several others, who were seated on the various couches around the room. They were all looking at him expectantly, waiting for further instructions.
Harry walked up to the table at the side of the room and pulled the bottle of clear fluid out of his pocket. He held it up so everyone could see it, and poured all of its contents into the water pitcher that sat atop the table. He then started filling glasses with the water/Veritaserum mixture and passing them around the room. Once he had drunk his own glass, and was sure everyone had finished theirs, he turned to the rest of the room.
"You have all just drank diluted Veritaserum," he said, taking a seat next to Draco. "We'll be playing Truth Or Dare, and the Veritaserum was just to make sure that nobody will be capable of lying, should they pick truth. The bottle you see," he said, picking up the empty bottle, "is for choosing who is to go next. For example, say that I am the first one to go. I would lean over, spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on is the person who I have to ask 'Truth Or Dare.' I will then, according to what they choose, ask them a question or dare them to do something. Does everyone understand?"
Everyone in the room nodded. Hermione chose to speak up now. "We should set some ground rules," she said to the room, "where do we draw the line when it comes to dares?"
Harry was thoughtful for a moment. "Uh… how about nothing involving the removal of clothing below the waist? Does anyone object?"
Everybody shook their heads. The rules were set. "Okay then," Draco said, clapping his hands together, "lets begin, shall we? Who will spin first?"
"I say Harry spins first, he's the host," Ron said reasonably, looking at Harry.
"Hey, I'm a host too!" Draco protested, but agreed nonetheless.
"Uh, okay," Harry said awkwardly, leaning forward to spin the bottle. Everyone watched with bated breath as it landed on Seamus.
"Seamus," Harry said, "Truth Or Dare?"
Seamus wrung his hands nervously. "Dare?"
"Okay," Harry said thoughtfully, raising his gaze to the ceiling. "Uh… I dare you to…" Harry paused, getting up from his place next to Draco and crossing the room to the table on which the beverages were placed. He filled a shot glass with firewhiskey and brought it back with him, sitting next to Draco again. "I dare you to down this in one gulp," he said, offering the glass to Seamus.
Seamus looked slightly sick. "Oh come on Harry! You know I can't hold alcohol very well!"
Harry smirked. "Yes," he said, "and I also know you turn into a complete jackass when you are drunk."
Seamus gulped fearfully, but took the glass from Harry anyway. He tilted his head back and poured the liquor down his throat, swallowing reluctantly.
"There ya go! Was that so bad? Plus, now you get to make someone do or say something!"
Seamus looked a little lightheaded, but he leaned forward and spun the bottle anyway. It landed on Hermione this time.
"Truth Or Dare?" Seamus asked her excitedly.
Hermione bit her lip. "Truth?"
"How old were you," Seamus said, pausing for dramatic effect, "when you and Ron did it for the first time?"
"Fourteen," Hermione said quickly, but instantly clapped her hand over her mouth, turning beet red.
Harry stared at her incredulously for a moment before bursting out into insane laughter along with the rest of the room. Harry noticed that Ron was laughing too, however his ears were quite red.
Once the laughter died down, Harry turned to her. "I know you can't be lying but… are you serious?"
Hermione nodded, obviously embarrassed. "It was during the summer before fifth year. We didn't want to tell everybody about our relationship for a while after that though." (Remember—Hermione's birthday is in September, so, technically, she was still fourteen).
Harry shook his head, still laughing. "Go on then, it's your turn."
Hermione spun the bottle. It landed on Draco. Draco paled considerably at this—he knew Hermione could really embarrass him if she wanted to.
"Draco, Truth Or Dare?" Hermione said.
"D—no, I pick truth." Draco said indecisively.
"Alright then," Hermione said, a strange look in her eye. "Tell us Draco… how many people in this room have you snogged, and who are they?"
Draco looked around, seeing who was in the room. He gulped. "F—four."
Harry gaped at him. "WHO!"
Draco began naming the people automatically. "Harry, Brianna, Zachary, and—and… Finnigan."
Harry's jaw dropped to the floor. He knew about three of them—himself and Brianna obviously. And Zachary was a Slytherin boy their age, so Harry wasn't too surprised about that, but still. And Seamus too! "WHAT! When, why? HOW!"
"It's quite easy to snog really, would you like me to demonstrate?" Draco said sarcastically.
Harry looked as if a vein in his neck was about to burst. "YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"
"Oh fine!" Draco snapped. He took a moment to notice that everybody in the room was looking at him expectantly, their eyes moving from Harry to Draco through the duration of their banter. "You know about yourself and Brianna obviously." He said, gesturing towards the girl, who giggled. "Finnigan… ah, in Fifth year we were together for about a month. Crappiest relationship I've ever been in!" he sneered, shooting Seamus an angry glare.
"So that's why you're so hostile towards him!" Harry said, comprehension dawning on his face. "It wasn't just because I was with him!"
"You've got that right. As for Zachary… eh, we were both drunk, it was a one-time thing, and we're still friends."
The dark-haired boy called Zachary smiled at Draco from that last comment. When Harry glared, Draco added, "just friends," for good measure.
It was now Draco's turn to spin the bottle. First, it landed on Seamus, but he had already gone so Draco spun it again. This time, it landed on Ron. Ron paled considerably, and he seemed to be trying to make himself as small as possible, shrinking back against Hermione, who was next to him.
"Weasley!" Draco barked, "Truth Or Dare?"
"Truth!" Ron yelped, cowering.
"God, why is everyone picking truth?" Draco snarled, but asked his question nonetheless. "If you were gay," he started, a huge, evil smile spreading across his face, "who, in this room, would you most like to snog?"
Ron turned so red that Harry was sure that his head would light on fire. He mumbled something incoherent for a few moments, not meeting Draco's eyes. Hermione was staring at him intently, obviously fascinated; she was quite interested what guy her husband would like to kiss.
"What's that, Ronald?" Draco said, smirking wider with every passing second at Ron's obvious discomfort. "I don't think anyone got that." Harry was laughing at this point. He knew that Ron used to be quite a homophobe before he came to his senses, and this was most likely very painful for him.
"I—I would…" Ron muttered.
"What's that? Stop stalling and answer the question!" Draco said impatiently.
"YOU! I'D MOST LIKE TO SNOG YOU!" Ron shouted, making eye contact with Draco.
Once Ron realized what he said, he turned even redder (if that was indeed possible) and buried his face in his hands. The silence in the room was deafening. Everybody was staring at Ron with looks of extreme surprise all over their faces. Harry especially.
Finally, the tension broke suddenly and everyone began laughing at the same time. "Weasley, I'm touched!" Draco got out between fits of laughter.
"Ron—are you—trying—to steal—my boyfriend?" Harry said, trying desperately to draw breath, as he was laughing harder than anyone else in the room.
"Oh shut up, Harry," Ron muttered, his face still in his hands.
"I knew nobody could resist me, but this is getting ridiculous," Draco said snootily, sticking his nose in the air.
"Thanks, Ron, you just inflated his head even more than it already was," Harry said jokingly. "He's going to be impossible to live with now."
"Haha, can everyone get over this now?" Ron said, finally taking his face out of his hands. When nobody said anything, he scoffed and leaned forward to spin the bottle.
It landed on Brianna. Ron took one look at her, and the word "slut" flashed across his mind immediately. He figured he should try and use that information to his advantage.
"Er, you! Whatever your name is, Truth Or Dare?"
"It's Brianna," she giggled, fluttering her eyelashes at Ron. Harry heard Hermione say "humph" under her breath. "Truth."
Draco clucked his tongue. "Hey, you chose truth too!" she exclaimed, shooting a look at him.
"But now it's getting boring!"
Brianna rolled her eyes. "Okay," Ron said, looking at her again. She was kind of pretty, but she seriously needed to wear more clothes. "How many people have you slept with?"
Brianna sighed and crossed her arms. "Gosh, why does everyone assume I'm a whore every time they look at me? For your information, I have never slept with anybody. I am a virgin, thankyouverymuch, and I plan to keep it that way until I'm married."
Everyone was silent for an entire sixty seconds. Draco finally broke the silence, saying, "Well, that was unexpected." Everybody let out the breath that they had been holding and began laughing good-naturedly.
Brianna smiled with satisfaction, settling back against the couch cushions. "Oh, and for your information," Harry said, "you best not flirt with Ron. Hermione might tackle you again; they're married."
Brianna's eyes widened. "REALLY?" she said incredulously. Everyone who knew Ron and Hermione started laughing.
The game went on pretty well for a while, and some people got dared to do pretty wacky things. When everyone was done having a hearty laugh after this girl was made to stand on her head and drink a glass of water at the same time, she spun the bottle and it landed on Harry. 'Finally,' he thought. It was the first time he was up the whole night. Everyone else had gone, and he was getting moderately bored.
"Truth or Dare?" the girl named Adrianna said.
"Dare," Harry answered firmly. He was ready for anything.
Adrianna looked thoughtful for a moment. "I dare you," she said clearly, "to kiss…" her voice trailed off as she looked around the room. Her eyes went from Hermione, who looked amused, to Draco, who looked enraged, and they finally landed on Seamus. "I dare you to kiss Seamus!" she declared, proud of herself.
"WHAAAT?" Draco protested, crossing his arms and staring at her angrily.
"You heard me," she said.
Harry sighed and looked at Seamus. He seemed to be trying hard not to look pleased. Harry looked back at Adrianna. "That's kind of vague," he said, "how long, and how far do I have to go?"
Draco slapped his forehead. "I could swear you want to kiss him!" he exclaimed, "you realize if you didn't say that, you could have gotten away with a peck on the lips!"
Harry just glared at him, turning to Adrianna for further instruction. "Thirty seconds. And not just sitting there with your lips touching. You've gotta use some tongue!"
Harry groaned. He was never comfortable kissing in public, much less kissing his ex-boyfriend in front of his current boyfriend.
He slowly got off the couch and stopped when he was in front of Seamus. Seamus looked nervous, but stood up when Harry reached him. They started slowly moving their faces closer, until Harry got fed up. "Fuck this," he muttered, grabbing Seamus's shoulders and pulling him forward until their lips met.
It started out slowly, Seamus's lips slowly moving against Harry's, but then Harry tentatively pried Seamus's lips open with his tongue. Seamus responded spectacularly, opening his mouth wide immediately and letting Harry's tongue ravage his mouth. It suddenly started to get more urgent, and Seamus pushed Harry up against the wall. Now Seamus was in control of the situation. He began using his teeth to nip at Harry's bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. Harry moaned involuntarily, and Seamus took that as a green light. He suddenly ground his hips into Harry's. Hard. Harry gasped and grabbed Seamus's biceps.
Throughout the duration of this, there were several different reactions coming from the onlookers. Ron looked disgusted, and he had given up watching a while ago. He was now examining his fingernails with mock interest. Hermione looked torn between fascination and horror. She knew that Draco would NOT be happy about this. Draco's expression, however, was of pure horror. He was so jealous. He couldn't remember ever feeling more jealous.
Brianna looked strictly fascinated. The other people in the room were just looking with their eyebrows raised.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Adrianna raised her watch and said, "Alright, it's been thirty seconds!"
Seamus reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Harry's. The two started at each other for a few seconds, quite out of breath. Finally, Seamus backed away to clear Harry's path. Harry shakily walked back to his seat next to Draco and sat. His chest was still heaving, and his eyes were unfocused.
So, he didn't notice the infuriated expression on Draco's face until he was screaming. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" he roared, "IT LOOKED TO ME LIKE YOU ENJOYED THAT, POTTER! WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT?"
Harry blinked a few times, trying to get Draco's face into focus. "Wha—" he started.
"I'M NOT FINISHED!" Draco bellowed. "WHY DID YOU LET HIM DO THAT? SHE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT BEING PUSHED UP AGAINST THE WALL!"
"Draco," Harry said calmly, "we just got caught up in the heat of the moment. That was entirely him, by the way, I didn't do anything but kiss him."
The others in the room were watching the exchange with fascination. Some of the particularly thick (or drunk) ones didn't know that Harry and Draco were an item.
"BUT STILL! DO YOU REALIZE HOW PAINFUL THAT WAS FOR ME TO WATCH?"
"God, you could have looked the other way!" Harry said angrily.
"IF I LOOKED THE OTHER WAY, HE WOULD HAVE SHAGGED YOU!"
"You know… just calm down! You're so possessive!"
"Well, I'm not about to lose you again!"
"So don't make something stupid into something that it's not! It was just a stupid dare!"
Draco fumed silently, crossing his arms over his chest.
Draco was about to forgive Harry when he realized something that he was very surprised he didn't realize earlier.
"What?" Harry said when he saw Draco looking at him strangely. But then he realized where Draco's eyes were looking, and he followed their downward gaze. Upon seeing what Draco was looking at, Harry blushed profusely.
"WHAT THE HELL? YOU DID ENJOY IT!"
"No! It was a reflex! God, you—you—!"
"OH YEAH SURE, YOU DIDN'T ENJOY IT, BUT YOU GOT A HARD-ON!"
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?" Ron yelled, walking over and glaring at Draco.
"Harry's sorry, goddamit! Why can't you just drop it?"
"He's right, Draco," Harry said softly. "Plus, don't you want to help me with my problem?" he said suggestively, moving closer to Draco.
Draco was trying hard to look mad still, but Harry could tell he was starting to sweat. So Harry took advantage of that, and leaned over, planting a kiss on Draco's lips.
"Mmph," Draco mumbled, giving into the kiss quickly.
"Harry… Harry… STOP IT, MATE!" Ron yelled. "You're in public, remember!"
Harry broke the kiss (much to Draco's disappointment) and turned to Ron. "I think you're the only one who minds, Weasley," Harry said with a smirk.
He was quite right; everyone else was staring at them hungrily.
"You're just jealous," Draco said smugly.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Ron muttered, blushing.
"ANYWAY," Hermione said loudly, startling everyone, for she hadn't spoken for the past ten or so minutes. "Let's get on with the game, shall we?"
"Good idea," Ron said, a little too quickly.
Harry spun the bottle and the game continued.
Nothing really noteworthy happened until it was Harry's turn again, and he chose truth. As fate had it, it was the same girl to ask him the question. Harry felt slightly dreaded, but he didn't really care, as everyone was quite drunk and relaxed at this point.
"Harry…" she slurred. "How far… how far have you and Draco gotten?"
Hermione, who had been taking a sip of her drink, snorted into her glass and started coughing. Ron looked at her strangely; he was obviously thinking snogging was all they ever did. So naïve, so foolish.
"Well… ummm…" Harry said, getting nervous about everyone's prying glances. Brianna was absolutely in hysterics. She kind of put two and two together, and knew exactly how far they had gotten.
"Eh… we've had sex a few times." Harry said uncomfortably, shifting in his seat.
All the girls in the room started giggling, and Ron paled horribly. Hermione couldn't hold it in anymore; she was howling with laughter at the look on Ron's face.
"Ron, you prude!" she scolded.
"Is he the only one you've slept with?" Adrianna asked without thinking. See, technically, she wasn't allowed to do that since Harry's turn was already over, but the Veritaserum made him answer the question anyway.
"No," Harry said instantly. Everyone looked at him, but they knew they shouldn't ask anything else. He already answered one too many questions.
Two turns later, it was Draco's turn to be questioned. It seemed as if everybody was determined to find out as much as they could about Harry and Draco's relationship, because Draco got asked, "How many people have you slept with?"
Draco looked uneasy. "Uh… that question has a complicated answer."
Harry gave Zachary (the person who had asked Draco the question) an urgent look. "Uh… I'm not sure if you should make him answer that question…"
Zachary shook his head. "What's the big deal? Come on, Draco."
"Well… really only one… but I was raped once," he said shakily.
For the third time that night, there was a stunned silence. Harry and Hermione exchanged looks; they were the only ones who knew aside from Draco.
"Wow," Zachary breathed after a long pause. "Sorry," he said sincerely, looking at Draco with wide eyes.
"It's quite alright, I'm over it," he said in a voice he clearly thought sounded careless.
'Are you sure you're alright?' Harry asked, concerned.
'Just fine,' Draco snapped. He didn't like to be patronized.
'Okay, just making sure,' Harry answered defensively.
People were looking at them curiously, so Harry turned away and smiled uncomfortably.
Ten minutes later, it was Draco's turn again. "Truth," he said quickly.
"What exactly is going on between you and Harry?" Brianna said curiously.
"We're lovers…" Draco said suspiciously.
"Ugh, I know that! I mean… to me it looks like there's something else going on there. You seem closer than regular lovers, I mean. Why?"
Draco started to sweat. He wasn't sure he wanted everyone to know about the bond. But resisting the Veritaserum was making him dizzy, so he answered slowly. "We have… we have a bond."
Nearly everyone in the room gasped. "You have to elaborate," Brianna said once she got over the initial shock.
"It's a love bond," Draco said reluctantly. "We can read each other's minds and emotions. And we can feel some of the same things."
"NEAT." Said Brianna and Adrianna at the same time.
"That's so cute!" said this other girl Harry wasn't sure he knew. He smiled weakly and turned to Draco to see his reaction.
He looked sort of shocked, but not too bad. Harry wasn't sure it was such a great idea that other people knew, though. He couldn't really place why this could be bad but… he just had a bad feeling.
Just as Harry was about to open his mouth to say something, the clock in the room chimed one. He turned to the rest of the group. "It's getting kind of late. Do you think we should end this now?" He got a dozen drunken nods. "Alright, well… have a good night."
Everyone got up and went to leave the room except Ron and Hermione, who hung behind to say goodbye.
"Well… we should get together again sometime soon," Harry said, hugging Hermione goodbye.
"Definitely," Ron said while shaking hands with Draco. The two left the room with one last wave, and Harry turned to Draco after the door closed.
"I really appreciate you inviting them, Draco," Harry said sincerely.
"No problem," he said earnestly, putting his arm around Harry's waist.
They walked out of the room, and saw that the rest of the party had emptied out for the most part. "That was much more fun than the last party we attended," Harry muttered, waving his wand at the floor to clean up the mess.
An hour later, everything was cleaned up, and Harry and Draco were ready to pass out. "So… tired…" Draco mumbled, collapsing onto his bed.
"Yeah, me too. But I really had a nice time."
"Me too. Except for the part where Finnigan gave you a hard-on."
Harry shoved him half-heartedly. "Shut up," he muttered, rolling off the other side of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Draco said sleepily.
"Washing up." Harry said simply, locking himself in the bathroom.
Draco closed his eyes softly and began to doze off, his chest slowly rising and falling in the rhythmic breaths of his light sleep. As he started to fall into a deeper sleep, his mind opened up, and he heard thoughts he was sure he wasn't thinking.
'No… why did I do that? I am such an idiot! He probably hates me…'It kind of scared Draco, but because he was half asleep, he didn't care all that much. But, when he heard a sob coming not from inside his head, but from the bathroom, he was certain he should start worrying now.
Draco sat up in bed. "Harry?" he called, walking towards the bathroom. He heard Harry gasp from behind the door.
"Harry let me in!" he said, turning the doorknob. It was locked.
"N-no, I'm fine!" Harry called weakly through the door, but Draco could hear the pain in his voice.
"Harry, I'm going to knock the door down if you don't open it this INSTANT!"
"NO! I'm fi—" but Harry's already feeble voice was cut short by something, and a moment later, Draco heard a distinct 'thump.'
"Oh my god," Draco muttered, feeling lightheaded. What happened? Could Harry have…? All Draco knew is that he needed to get into that bathroom right away.
He ran back into the bedroom and retrieved his wand, trying to think of the right spell. He was panicking, so it seemed as if his memory had been wiped blank. He couldn't think.
Finally, he shouted, "alohomora!" and the door swung open easily. Draco felt himself sway dangerously, and he almost fell down. This was really bad.
(End Of Chapter Fourteen)
(A/N): HE IS NOT DEAD. I can't say that enough times. HE. IS. NOT. DEAD. Okay? Get it? Got it? Gooooood. Don't freak out at me! If you freak out, I will feel bad for you, because that means you have no short-term memory. I HAVE SAID COUNTLESS TIMES THAT THIS STORY WILL END HAPPY, AND EITHER OF THEM DYING DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AS HAPPY! So, no, he's not dead. And he won't die. SO DON'T KILL ME! He'll be fine, blahblahblah. In fact, I wrote about five more paragraphs, but this chapter is already soooo long. And it was the perfect place to end it! ADMIT IT! Twas a great cliffie!
Ehe, so don't get too mad. And let me know what you think of all the things that went on during the whole Truth Or Dare session. I thought what we found out about Ron was quite funny; I pat myself on the back for that. Because, you know how straight guys hate to say who they would go gay for, and Ron is like superstraight! Well, he likes to think he is at least… -gets uber evil idea- ehehe, do you think I should do something evil involving Ron?
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