AN: I didn't get as many reviews as I had hoped so if you could please review, I'd really appreciate it.
'This is too good to be true. What the hell does Malfoy want, because this is obviously a trick. I cannot, fall for Malfoy's little whatever it is. And most importantly of all, I can never, ever fall for Malfoy. That fucking blonde prick,' Harry thought. He rolled over on his bed. 'You don't think that. You know you like him.'
"Why?" Harrywondered out loud.
''Cuz you think he's fucking gorgeous,' his mind answered.
"Damn him."
'Don't you mean fuck him?'
"That too. No wait, I do not like him."
'Does a certain Quidditch game at the end on last year ring a bell?'
"No," Harry said, getting bored of arguing with himself.
'A certain blonde seeker. You almost gave up that game. You wouldn't stop staring,' his mind prodded.
"Then what's with my now obsession?"
'I'd hardly call it an obsession. I think you need a good fuck. Male or female is up to you, but you're letting Malfoy get to you.'
"Where the fuck is everybody?" Harry said looking around the empty dorm. He stretched before standing and walking to the far end of the dorm. As he opened the door, he just missed a dark gray eagle owl that landed outside his window.
"So Snape knows because he's head of Slytherin?"
"Exactly, see Ron, I told you, you'd understand the contest," Hermione said.
"So how come McGonagall doesn't know?"
"That's obvious, isn't it? She would never allow something like this."
"Bonding? She would totally allow that," Ron said confused.
"No, I mean the sex thing."
"Oh, right. So how does she not know? I mean it's on the message board."
"It's charmed, right 'Mione?"
"Hey, Harry," Hermione smiled at her friend who had materialized next to them in a matter of seconds. "Yes, that's right. I charmed the notice at Blaise's request."
"Then how do we see it?"
Hermione sighed. "You ask a lot of questions," she said in a strained tone. "I charmed it so we can see it, as well as, the other houses- Blaise's personal request. It's also charmed so teachers like McGonagall can't read it."
"Why the other houses?"
"Jealously, perhaps," suggested Harry.
"Exactly, Blaise may want us all to 'bond' but he's still a Slytherin."
"Am I the only one confused about the whole thing?" asked Ron.
"Yes," Harry and Hermione said at the same time, before laughing at Ron's slightly pouty face.
"I think this contest is unfair, I'm a judge for Christ's sake and I don't know what the bloody hell is going on! I mean Hermione, you know because you planned it with Blaise so he also knows. And Pansy's a Slytherin so she no doubt know everything that's going on."
Hermione couldn't help laughing at her friend. "Don't worry, that's why I'm here to help you, and answer all your questions. Though you've already asked close to a hundred," she said, muttering the last part under her breath of course.
"Well, we got about an hour and a half to kill before lunch, Ron want to go fly a bit? 'Mione you could watch," Harry offered.
"No, it's alright. I'm meeting Blaise in a few anyway. Ciao!" she said blowing them kisses.
They watched her disappear through the portrait hole, wondering why she needed to meet Blaise.
"So, how'd your teammate hunting go?"
"Not too good, what about you? What's with this mystery girl? All I know is that she's in Slytherin and you've been crushing on her since school started," Ron said.
"Oh, no news yet. I'm hoping that we could do a video."
"Hey, if you want to keep it a secret that's cool. I'll find out later though."
"Huh?"
"I'm a judge, I'll watch the tape, duh. You know, I'm getting the hang of this judge thing after all."
'Shit. And double shit. I wonder exactly how Ron'll take it when he sees that she's a he. I'd better tell him that I'm bi, instead of him watching me and Malfoy fuck each other's brains out.'
Harry chuckled to himself. "Well, mate, I'm going to talk a walk. See you at lunch," and with that Harry too disappeared, leaving Ron alone.
"Yum, I'm starving," Hermione said eyeing the tray of sandwiches in front of her.
"Jeez 'Mione what did you do with Blaise that was so hunger inducing?" Harry grinned innocently.
Hermione paled slightly before blushing. "Nothing really, just worked out a few things for the contest and tonight," she said mysteriously.
"Guh? Whad arg gooed tafin abouf?" Ron said chewing his ham sandwich.
"Ronald, that is so gross," Hermione said looking at her friend in disgust.
"What'd I do?"
"Never mind mate, and we weren't talking about anything," Harry smiled picking up his own ham and cheese lunch.
"What's this I hear about tonight?" Seamus said sitting down next to Ron.
"Oh, nothing special. Just a party," Hermione said sweetly.
"Party, eh? What the chances of Ronny here going with me?" Seamus asked waggling his eyebrows.
"Look Seamus, I understand your er, preference. But I'm not gay," Ron said sliding away from the other man. "I accept you, but I don't want to date you."
"Ronny, Ronny, Ronny. I'm not gay per say, just more attracted to men. That's okay if you don't want to go to the party with me," he said looking slightly put out, for about a second. "Hey Dean, you, me, tonight, party?"
"What makes you think I'd date your sorry ass?"
"Well, one you are and two last night you didn't say it was sorry. I can't remember what it was exactly, though you weren't talking too much anyway."
"You know what, it's not important. And you, me, party, sure."
"Coolio," Seamus said rising. He gave his boyfriend a quick kiss before leaving the Great Hall.
"Since when are you two dating?" asked a very confused red headed boy.
"Since a month or so ago," Harry answered.
"Then why ask me out?"
"Your reaction, probably."
"How? What? Huh?"
Before Dean, or rather Harry answer anymore questions, Blaise walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"What do you want?" sneered Ron.
"Tsk tsk, Weasley. You ought to show a fellow judge some respect," he said before turning to Hermione. "Everything's set for tonight, third floor right? You just get your kind and I'll get mine. How's 9:00ish?"
"Perfect, this is going to be the best weekend," Hermione bubbled.
"All you babe, all you," he said kissing her cheek, turning back to his own table.
Blaise had just sat down when his table erupted in shrieks. "You kissed that filthy bitch! What is wrong with you? You're a Pureblood for Christ's sake."
"Pricilla, darling," Blaise said trying to calm one of his housemates down. "If it wasn't for 'that filthy bitch' we wouldn't be having the party tonight or the contest at all," he whispered. His words seemed to comfort Pricilla just enough to get her to sit down and return her voice to normal volume.
"I suppose you're right. Her, I can handle because and only because you like her, and trust her, and because she set this contest up. But no way in hell am I going to buddy up to her or any other Mudbloods."
"That's better babe," Blaise said kissing her cheek, like he did with so many girls.
"I have nothing to wear," complained Dean leaving piles of clothes all over the boy's dorm.
"It's a party, just go casual," Harry suggested.
"I don't understand the whole party thing, someone explain it again," Ron said blushing.
All the boys groaned. "Okay, okay," Harry said. "All we know is that there is a party tonight. We don't know where, or when, or who. Though we guessed it has to be late and in a secret room. Oh, and of course it has to be with the Slytherins, though that's all a hunch. We know for sure that Hermione planned it and she says that we'll find out when the times right. That's about it, any more questions?"
"Just one, what is Dean going to wear?" Ron asked laughing hysterically.
"Yeah, I don't have anything to wear," the utterly fashion obsessed teen repeated.
"Then don't wear anything. Like Harry said, it's just a party, besides if you went naked think of all the attention," answered Seamus.
"You'd like that wouldn't you. Parading my hot ass off in front of all those sexy Slytherins," grinned Dean.
"You most certainly not parade my, I mean your ass off. That's my ass!"
"Does that mean your ass is mine?"
"Of course," he said wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
"Guy's get a room!" yelled a very embarrassed Ron.
"Okay," they answered before flopping down on Ron's bed and pulling the curtains. Ron heard lots of giggling and the squeaking of his bed before they bothered with a silencing charm.
"Great, I'm going to have to burn those sheets."
'Hear goes nothing. Just relax he's your best friend, he'll understand.'
"Loosen up, mate. You really should be more comfortable with your sexuality," Harry said.
"What the hell does being comfortable with my sexuality have to do with two of my best mates fucking on my bed?"
"If you were comfortable with yourself you wouldn't mind it. C'mon Ron, I've seen you stare at other guys. Just let go, I have."
"WHAT!" Ron yelled.
"Hey, pipe down we can hear you," Dean said poking his head out.
"What about using a silencing charm," Ron said coolly.
"Well we did, but we figured you guys would be talking about something interesting."
"Dean, hurry up," Ron paled when he saw Seamus' hands snake around Dean's body, pulling him back. Ron cast silencing charms around the bed, then asked Harry to do the same. When he was certain Dean and Seamus' little romp on his mattress was silenced from the outside world, he turned to Harry who was having trouble meeting his eyes.
"Harry how come, why, you, guys and…" Ron trailed off.
"Ron relax."
"Relax, you just now tell me to relax after two of my friends are having sex on my bed and you come out to me! RELAX! I think not," Ron said turning a brilliant shade of fuchsia. From anger or embarrassment is yet to be determined.
"Ron, I don't know why you're getting all worked up. There's nothing to be angry about."
"Harry, you're gay."
"So?"
"You like guys."
"Technically I'm bi, meaning both appeal to me."
"Harry, you like guys."
"Once again, so?" Harry challenged taking a step forward.
"Umm, Harry," Ron said backing up, "I, er, my best friend, guys, umm."
"Ron, just because I like guys doesn't mean I want to jump your bones. Chill!"
"No it's not that."
"What is it then?"
"Harry do you er, like me?"
"For Christ's sake Ron, no. I don't like every guy in the whole fucking world."
"Whew," Ron sighed.
"Ron, you really should be more comfortable with your sexuality. I think you need to learn acceptance and understanding. I'm bi, so fucking what," Harry said getting a bit irritated.
"You know Harry," Ron said sensing danger on his friend's face. "I promise to try and be a little more understanding. Hell I'll even try to, 'be more comfortable with my own sexuality'. For you mate," he said, though the look on his face said he was fighting some kind of inner battle with himself.
"Really?" Harry asked looking skeptical, for many reasons including the fact that Ron wasn't meeting his eyes and seemed to struggle with what he was saying.
"Really."
"Wow, thanks Ron. I didn't think you'd take it this well."
"Oh, I'm trying, believe me I'm trying. So before I say something I don't mean, good bye."
Harry's mind seemed to relax, 'This went better than we had hoped. Now we just got to tell him about Malfoy.' ' Maybe later,' he told himself, 'maybe later.'
"Bye, and thanks Ron."
Ron stopped in mid step, turning to look at Harry. "Harry, I'm really trying to understand, honest. Just as long as you're not fucking Malfoy, or some other Slytherin freak, then I'll be fine," he said opening the door to the common room, before disappearing.
One single word went through Harry's mind just then.
'Shit.'
TBC
AN: I hope you enjoyed it. If you have any ideas for the story (something you want to happen) or questions and what not fell free to ask them in a review. Thank you.
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