Authors Notes: Hello you all! Thanking so much for reviewing my story! It means a whole lot to me! FeliceCorvis, I know that there hasn't been too many transitions between the scenes. That's because I didn't really know how to do it, I tried with the but I replaced them right next to each other, and it only works if you do it like this . Weird!

This chapter is a bit longer than the the usual lengh. I had too much to say, I guess, haha! But I hope you'll like it, and again... review!

Drunk

Chapter 7

Fitting

Dear Son

I am happy to know that you are doing well in school. I am hearing only good about you from your teachers! Especially Severus Snape has given me his biggest compliments.You have grown up to be a big wizard, my son, and I have big plans with your life.

But there is someone else, wanting you right now! Our Lord has spoken.He wants to see you soon, Draco. He wants you to join us. He has chosen you to become his new protégé, he will teach you how to become a Death Eater and how to use dark magic. This is a great opportunity for you, my son. I am very proud of you!

I send you this little necklace. You will always carry it.When it glows red, you will take your broom and meet me outside the Hog's Head.Your mom is giving you her best wishes.

Lucius

Draco looked at the little necklace in his hand. It was beautiful; a little round silver coin with a beautiful sword, cutting through something that looked like a lion.¨

He took a deep breath, and put the necklace around his neck. If felt cold against his skin. He started shaking. He suddenly couldn't control his body.

This came as a big shock to him - well, not exactly, he had been aware of his father's plans with him. He knew that his father would, eventually, make him a Death Eater. - He just hadn't believed it would happen this fast.

Ever since he was a boy, his father would tell him "Bedtime stories", as he called them. Stories about a great man, a hero who was meant to rule the world, get rid of the mixed bloods. Muggles, Mudbloods... Draco had never liked those stories. They were always so bloody and macabre. They scared him.

He had been living under a roof of murders.

Many nights, he had heard men come to visit his father. Many of them came to get some money, to get out of the country with. He often heard things like; "There's blood everywhere!", "...But the girl was too dangerous a witness, so I had to close her mouth" – and so on, being spoken.

He had learned that some wizards was better than others, that certain people didn't deserve to live, and that one day, he would have to prove his worth to his master... Voldemort.

Still, he was not ready to face him yet. Deep down, he figured, he had probably hoped that in the end, maybe just maybe, would Voldemort not even need him in his army!

But now he did, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Nothing.

Harry woke up the next morning, feeling like there was something he had forgot.

He got dressed, and walked down to the Great Hall to get some breakfast. He sat down beside Neville, and started buttering a piece of bread.

"So, Harry, who's the lucky lady?" Seamus grinned, and took the seat at Harry's left side.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked confused.

"The Party, you moron! What else?" Seamus took the can with orange juice, and looked at him. "You do have a date, don't you?"

"Shit", Harry mumbled, looking at his half buttered bread. "Is the Party really today?"

"Indeed it is!" Seamus said with an unhappy glare. "You need to find yourself a date, and you need to do it now!"

"I know, I know!" Harry yelled frustrated. "I just don't know who..."

"Hi Harry!" Ginny sat down opposite Harry and Seamus. She smiled shyly.

"Ginny!" said Harry almost relieved. "Uhm I know it's a bit late, but... would you like to go to the Ravenclaw Party with me?"

"Oh..." Ginny looked like she was going to explode from suppressed excitement. "I... I would love to!"

"Great!" Harry said, smiling. "Then it's a deal!"

Ginny flushed and looked down at the table. Harry took a bite of his bread, and started discussing the Party with Seamus.

He didn't notice one pair of silver Grey eyes, studying him intensely from the Slytherin table.

"I wonder whom Potter will take to the Party" Pansy Parkinson drawled, while she combed her hair with long, gentle sweeps. "It's probably that mudblood, Granger. He has no taste!"

Draco shot a look towards the Gryffindor table. Harry was sitting surrounded by his house fellows, laughing about something. He turned his head to look at Pansy. "I don't think so, I've head that Granger is going with some guy from Ravenclaw".

"Really? She probably paid him to do it!" she snorted. "But who's Potter going with if it's not Granger?"

"Maybe he doesn't even have a date?" Draco hoped he didn't sound too hopefully. Somehow, he didn't like the thought of Harry having a date. "Maybe because you want him for yourself" He thought, but then shrugged it off. He couldn't let himself go too far with his obsession. Not if he had any intention at getting out of this mess!

He sneaked a glare in Harry's direction. He was talking to that Weasley girl. She was smiling and flipping her hair in a seductive way.

Draco hated her.

"I... I would love to!" he heard the redheaded girl say.

"Great! Then it's a deal!" Harry then said out loud, giving Weasley a big, happy smile.

Draco spluttered coffee out over the table.

"What's wrong?" Goyle asked, looking at Draco worryingly. "Nothing, just choked on my coffee..." Suddenly he felt very tired, almost drained of energy. He coughed. A huge lump was starting to fill up his throat, and he hid his face in his hands. His whole body was hurting. It felt like, big, fat worms were gnawing at his brain, and the lump in his throat was getting bigger and bigger, threatening to choke him. He whimpered quietly.

"I...I don't feel well... I think I'll go lay down for a few minutes." He stood up. His legs swayed menacingly, and he had to grab a hold on his chair.

"Fine, but you have be get well soon, Draco dear, you do remember that I'm your date tonight, right?" Pansy said. She have him an "I'll-kill-you-if-you-turn-me-down" look.

"Well, thank you for your concern, I love you too!" he spat irritated. "I just need to get some sleep, I promise I'll be there tonight."

"Good."

As soon as he stepped out of the Great Hall, he started to run. He ran as fast as he could, down the corridors, which lead to the Slytherin Dungeons, and through the portrait hole. He only just managed to get to the toilet; then he bended over, and threw up on the floor.

When it finally stopped, he collapsed on the floor, just letting his head, rest on the cold stone, trying to get his breath back to normal. What was happening to him? He had never read about anything like this. It had something to do with the Curse, he was sure of that. But did something like side effects really exist in this matter?

"God...!" he thought. "Will I get like this, every time I see Potter with someone else?" "Will I get insanely jealous and throw up all over the place?"

He was in deep shit.

"Wow, Harry, you look like a million!"

Hermione contemplated Harry with an impressed look.

"I feel like an idiot!"

Dean and Seamus had refused to see Harry coming to the party wearing his old boring clothe, which mostly consisted of a pair of grey trousers and a matching sweater.

"We've bought you some new clothes," Seamus had said happily, when him and Dean had rushed into the dormitory, throwing a big bag of clothe in front of Harry.

Of course he had refused to wear it. He had looked at the two pairs of clothes, not knowing which one he hated the most.

"Come on, Harry! It's a teacher-free party, you have to at least look good tonight!"

"Well thank you!"

"You know what I mean... now try it on!"

And here he stood now, looking at himself in the mirror. He couldn't even recognize his own reflection.

He was wearing black, slim leather pants. They were tight, but lose enough to be respectable. His new shirt was red: Dark red, and unbuttoned right before his chest. His glasses had been removed from his nose, and he was now wearing contacts. His thick, black hair was slightly gelled, so that it was sticking up in a cool stylish way. "I'm actually kind of hot!" he thought, staring at the stranger in the mirror. But he didn't like the thought of the whole school, seeing him like this; trying to look like something he was not. "I wonder what he thinks, -! Oookay, enough already!" He cursed himself under his breath.

"Hermione, I can't go like this, -" he tried.

"Shut up, you are gorgeous!" she said, flashing him a big white smile. "The girls will go nuts about you!"

"You are not that bad looking yourself." Harry said. Hermione was wearing jeans and a green top, which showed her curves, that not even Harry could help sneak a look at.

"Thank you very much! Now, let's go down stairs, your date is waiting!"

They walked down the stairs together, and stepped out in the Gryffindor common room.

Ron, who had been talking to Neville, turned around and gaped. "Hey! Harry... Wow, you're looking cool! Seamus, look, your experiment turned out to be a success!"

"I know!" said Seamus, and grinned. "I'm good!"

"Hey Harry..."

Ginny shyly came to stand at his side. She looked nice in a pink dress, her hair glittering with something that looked like little silver snowflakes.

"You look very beautiful, Ginny," Harry said warmly, playing his role as a gentleman perfectly.

Gunny blushed and looked away. "Thanks... you too!"

"Now," Hermione said. "let's go!"

The Great Hall had never looked as glamorous as it did, that Friday night. Torches in different colours was lighting up the hall, making it look like a Disco, as Harry remembered some muggles calling that kind of party. The long tables had been removed to stand against the long stone walls, making a big empty space, which would be used as a dancing floor later. The other students were already helping themselves to some butter beer and other refreshments. Harry even noticed some 7th years, smuggling a big bottle of Wizard Whisky, under a table.

"Harry, they are looking at you!" Hermione suddenly whispered in his left ear.

He looked over his shoulder, as saw a small group of Hufflepuff girls, giggling and pointing in his direction.

He ignored Hermione's smirking, and instead tried to concentrate on making Ginny feel comfortable. She was shaking with nervousness, and didn't seem to be able to say one single word to him without stammering.

Harry knew that Ginny fancied him. He had seen her long looks, her blushing cheeks and the way she would casually flip her hair when he was around. He thought it was quite flattering, but he didn't have the heart to tell her the truth. - That he didn't want her, like she wanted him.

"Why don't you go get a table for us, and I'll fix us something to drink!" he said, making another attempt on making Ginny loosen her tight grip on his arm.

"O—okay!" She finally let go of him, and disappeared in the crowd.

He sighed relieved. Then he went to get some drinks at one of the tables.

He had just got his hands on two butter beers, when suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Potter..."

He slowly turned around. Draco was standing beside him, opening a butter beer. Harry couldn't help staring at Draco fascinated:

The Slytherin was wearing white khaki pants, which were loose, but tightened on his butt (not that Harry noticed!) and a tight silver blouse, in which a hint of his firm belly was revealed. His hair was loose and fell into his eyes. The locks looked almost unbelievable soft. Again, Harry felt the urge to reach out and touch those silky strands...

"Malfoy..." Harry instead answered, looking everywhere else that at Draco and his hot outfit.

"You look good..."

Harry's head snapped up, staring at Draco. "I'm sorry...?"

"I said: you look good." Draco smiled and took a sip of his drink. "Red really fits you, you know."

"Oh... uhm... so do you" Harry said blushing.

"Thanks... I know."

"So... how are you?" Harry hadn't talked to Draco in about two days. He felt a little guilty. It was his fault Draco was in trouble, and he hadn't tried to even think about a cure, or a spell to reverse the love that Draco was supposed to be feeling.

"How do you think?" Draco looked at the dancing couples. They were floating around in the darkness, only lit up by the faint, colouring torchlights. He looked exhausted, Harry noticed. Pale, and with small, dark, rings under his eyes.

Harry didn't know what to answer on that one, and the two of them watched their fellow students, party in silence.

"If this wasn't an ordinary school party, I would have asked you to dance..." Draco suddenly said, still looking at the scenery.

"Really?" Harry said, laughing. I didn't know you could dance?"

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Potter" Draco said, his eyes burning into Harry's, making his knees go weak.

Suddenly, It felt like everything around them had stopped moving. There was no one in the world except Draco and himself. The music had stopped. The light had faded. The only light now to be seen, shone from Draco's steel grey eyes, enchanting Harry. He couldn't break through. He couldn't stop staring.

He was trapped.

"Harry?"

"Harry, what are you doing...?"

The music came back, and Harry snapped out of the spell. He blinked.

Ginny looked at him worriedly. She looked from him, to Draco and then back to him again.

"Has he done anything to you, Harry?" She asked, throwing a protective arm around his waist. "You look weird, I don't like it!"

Harry didn't answer. He looked at Draco. The other boy was watching him with an unreadable expression. His grey eyes looked darker, almost black.

"No, he... no." Harry was so confused; he didn't know what to say. Ginny grabbed his arm, pulling him. "Let's take a seat, I've found a table for us... Harry?"

Harry didn't move. She pulled him a bit more forcefully. "Harry? HARRY?"

"Harry..."

This time it was Draco saying his name. Once again, his eyes met those silver pair.

"Come with me." Draco turned around and started walking through the hall, passing the dancing couples, continuing towards the front door.

Without knowing why, Harry tear himself away from Ginny who gave a yelp of surprise, and ran after Draco outside the cold winter night.

"Draco...?" he panted, exhausted from running. He suddenly became aware of the fact that he was starting to use Malfoy's first name without thinking about it. He looked around at the castle ground.

Draco was leaning against the wall of the castle, his eyes closed. When he heard Harry, he looked up, smiling faintly.

"Why did you follow me?"

"Well... you asked me to..." Harry suddenly felt very stupid. He started to back away. Why did he follow Draco? He wasn't sure.

"You didn't have to, you could have stayed with the Weasley girl."

"I know."

Draco walked to him slowly. He looked deadly beautiful in the pale moonlight. Harry almost shriek.

"I think you felt something in there, Harry..." Draco's face was close to his. His eyes half closed. "I felt it too..." His words were only a whisper. He let a cold, soft hand run along Harry's left arm. Harry shuddered.

"I think... the spell is... acting aggressively... because It's been so long since we last... kissed..."

Draco closed the distant between them. Their lips met, and Harry melted into the touch of that certain boy, he'd never dreamed would ever get near him like this. Sworn enemies, kissing, touching... fitting.

Harry sighed into Draco mouth. It was an incredible surreal feeling, having Draco this close again. This time though, they both wanted it. Draco's hand found Harry's and their fingers entwined. "Mmmm..." Harry mumbled against Draco's lips, opening his mouth further for Draco to enter.

When his lips met Harry's, Draco knew that he must have died and come to heaven. He pressed against the other boy, letting his hand trail down Harry's firm body, finding his hand and curling his fingers around Harry's. He had needed this... his body and mind had been lusting for Harry, calling for him, making Draco insane. He was here now, co close... he felt that no matter what happened, he could never let Harry go. Never. This was what he needed; this was the only way to keep him from destroying himself with misery. The Spell forced him. Love forced him.

With a silent moan, he stuck his tongue inside Harry's mouth, meeting Harry's, which sent waves of emotions through his body and to his groin. He was shaking fiercely from suppressed desire, his whole body was burning, and the sick feeling he had felt in his stomach earlier, had been replaced with a feeling of uncontrollable happiness.

He didn't know how long they'd been standing there, outside the castle, kissing passionately in the moonlight, but suddenly Harry pulled back. "Draco..." His sounded breathless.

Draco opened his eyes a little. He looked at Harry. The Gryffindor's face was only a couple of inches away, but to Draco it felt seemed as a mile.

"What...?" He couldn't take his eyes of Harry's swollen lips. "So sweet..." he thought.

"There's something glowing underneath your blouse...!"

"Glowing...?" He looked down. "Oh shit!"

He grabbed under his blouse, and took out the necklace. The little coin was glowing with a deep red light. He closed his hand around it.

"Shit... I have to go!" Accio broom!" A long, grey Prestissimo arrived within seconds, and Draco took off. Harry was still in shock after the kiss. He stared after Draco, who had already disappeared behind the towers of the castle. His heart was racing, and he remained standing in the cold night, the soft but icing wind, brushing over his cheeks.

He had never felt so alone in his life. He felt like something had been taking from him, and didn't know if he would ever get it back.

And he missed him...

TBQ

Authors Notes: What will happen next? Wait and watch! I'll try to update soon, I promise!