CHAPTER 3

Harry was shaken awake to be met by sunlight peeking through his drapes. "Harry wake up!" Ron said. Harry rolled over, suddenly remembering the night before. "What are you looking for?"

"What? Nothing, uhh…" Harry mumbled, scratching his head. "What time is it?"

"Almost time for breakfast, get dressed," Ron said, yanking the pillow out from under Harry's head. Harry groaned and sat up. He could see a few stragglers getting dressed and heading out the door. "Fun party last night, eh?" Ron asked, laughing.

"Yeah, it was alright."

"Come to think of it, I didn't see you after we got there. Where did you go?" Ron asked, getting suspicious. Harry could feel his face getting hot.

"I didn't go anywhere," he lied.

"I can tell you're lying," Ron said, throwing a pair of Harry's socks at his chest. Harry sighed.

"I'll tell you later," he relented. Ron grinned.

Meanwhile, Draco was walking down to breakfast when he heard a few girls gossiping off to the side. "Harry? No way! I can't believe it!" "Shhh, not so loud." "Fleur is so lucky!" Draco paused, wondering what it was that they were talking about. As he made his way into the dining room, taking his usual seat at the Slytherin table, he heard a rather large commotion going on at the other end of the hall. He sauntered his way over there, seeing Fleur surrounded by a bunch of first year girls. He stepped closer to them just in time to hear.

"Was he good, Fleur?"

"Oh! He was amazing!" Fleur exclaimed, fanning herself with her hand. A few of the girls exchanged jealous looks and whispers to each other. Draco's jaw dropped when he realized what they were talking about. He spun around and went back to his own table.

Harry walked into the dining hall with a confused look on his face. It seemed that the gawking, staring, and whispering levels were unusually high that morning. When he sat down at his table, Fleur excused herself from her new fans and flounced towards her "lover".

"Hey," Harry muttered, seeing the group of girls staring his way. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, my love!" Fleur said, planting a kiss on Harry's lips. Ron gawked at them in confusion. "Just some admirers, jealous of my new lover!" Fleur giggled. Harry looked at her incredulously.

"What?" Harry exclaimed. Fleur looked surprised at his reaction. "'Scuse me, we'll be right back," he muttered, taking Fleur by the arm and leading her out of the dining hall. Fleur blew a kiss to her sighing groupies as they left the room.

"WHAT are you doing?" Harry said, yanking her out of the room.

"What?" she said, looking hurt.

"Did you tell all those people about last night?" Harry demanded.

"Why not? I'm so 'appy! I want to tell everybody!" Fleur said, smiling. Harry sighed. What could he say to that?

"Well, uhh…" he mumbled. "What exactly are you saying?"

"Zat my lover, you, are ze most amazing person I 'ave ever met!" she gushed. Harry felt his face growing hot.

"About last night," Harry paused, not sure of how to phrase it. "What does this mean? I mean, you know…"

"I don't understand 'Arry," Fleur said, looking a little sad.

"I mean, well. Never mind," Harry sighed. Fleur's face lit back up.

"Let's go back in!" she said, pulling him towards the door. Harry gave in. What was he supposed to do?

Harry sat back down next to a shell-shocked Ron as Fleur practically skipped back to her table. "WHAT?" Ron bellowed after a few moments of silence.

"Shut up, I don't want to talk about it," Harry said, putting his head in his hands.

"Why are you flipping out?" Ron asked, laughing. "You shagged Fleur!" Harry's head shot up.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" he retorted.

"On purpose? What the hell does that mean? And why the hell wouldn't you?" Ron asked.

"I was SMASHED! I barely remember it!" Harry whispered through gritted teeth.

"So?"

"I wasn't going to TELL anyone," Harry grumbled, trailing off. "…embarrassing…invasion of privacy," he muttered to himself, putting his head back into his hands.

"Stop being such a Nancy-boy, you're a man now. Act like it," Ron said, slapping Harry on the back. "We should be celebrating! Not whinging."

"As if everyone doesn't already know enough about me," Harry said, turning his head to the side to face Ron. "Now they have a walking billboard to update them on my sex life."

"At least you have a sex life," Luna said, sitting down with her nose in a book.

"Not you too," Harry grumbled, hiding his face.

"Stop whimpering, it's not so bad," she said. "You could have shagged someone unattractive," she said, looking up at Ron briefly and then back into her book. Harry looked up at Ron. Ron's face immediately flushed pink.

"Ron?" Harry questioned. "What is she talking about?"

"Nothing. Shut up Luna," Ron said, stuffing a muffin into his mouth.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed. "Don't lie to me!" he said sitting up straight. "Luna, tell me what's going on." She glanced over the top of her book again, grinning.

"Ron did an 'ickle 3rd year!" Luna giggled. Harry's eyes bugged out as he turned back to Ron.

"LUNA!" Ron hissed through his teeth. "I hate you."

"You know you don't," she laughed, turning back to her book. Harry laughed.

"Ron, you arse. Who was it? It's only fair," he bargained, suddenly feeling a little better about his situation.

"She's not THAT bad looking," Ron muttered. Luna laughed. Suddenly a familiar looking Hufflepuff pranced over to the Gryffindor table.

"Hey!" she grinned.

"Eleanor Branstone?" Harry wondered aloud.

"Hi Harry!" she said happily. Ron's face was so red that it practically matched his hair at this point. "Hi Ron!" she said, putting her hands on his shoulders. Ron visually stiffened under her touch. Eleanor definitely wasn't very attractive. She had buck teeth and piggy features.

"Hi," a muffled greeting came from Ron's hidden face.

"I guess I better go. I'll talk to you later!" she said, before walking back to her table.

"Eleanor Branstone?" Harry repeated, laughing.

"Sod off, Harry," Ron looked up to check if she was gone. "I was so hammered! She found me wandering around and helped me back to the common room! I didn't know what I was doing or who the hell she was!" Ron grumbled. Harry was laughing heartily as Hermione sat down. She looked pretty tired.

"Sounds like you had a wild night," she directed at Harry coldly. Harry stiffened.

"I don't really want to talk about it." Harry paused, glancing at Ron. "Ron, on the other hand-"

"Fuck you."

Before they could talk anymore, Dumbledore stepped up to the podium and tapped his wand against the wood, silencing the tables filling with students. "Students! I have an extremely important announcement!" he called out. The last few students were taking their seats as he continued. "A few of you may have already heard the news," he began. For some reason Harry felt his stomach tie itself into knots as he could imagine him saying "Fleur and Harry shagged!" although he was pretty sure that's not what he was about to say. Even still, his stomach was doing summersaults in his torso.

"The Dark Forest has always been off limits, however at this time, it is more important than ever that these rules are observed! Many creatures have been fleeing the forest and hiding on the Hogwarts campus or even in muggle villages nearby! The ministry is struggling to keep it under control and to find out what exactly it is that is offsetting the balance in the forest! So meanwhile, keep on your guard and be careful!" Dumbledore finished, stepping away from the podium.

Harry frowned and turned to Ron. "I wonder what's going on?"

"I get the feeling that it's a lot more serious than Dumbledore is letting on," Hermione responded with a concerned look on her face.

"Of course. It's always more than Dumbledore let's on," Luna said, not looking up from her book.

"You know what's going on?" Harry questioned. It wasn't a surprise really. Luna, as well as being very strange, also knew a lot about what was going on at any moment, what with her ties with the Quibbler and all.

"Nobody knows what's going on. I know that much," Luna responded. Ron raised an eyebrow.

"That's really not very helpful," he snorted. Luna flicked up an eye at him.

"It's not, is it?" she said nonchalantly, looking back to her book.

For a few days after that, Hogwarts was a buzz with talk about Dumbledore's mysterious speech. It almost took the heat off of Harry's Fleur issue, which was placed on the back burner for a few days. Fleur, however, didn't seem to care at all about the ongoing events, and took to following Harry wherever he went. Not too much happened in the next week or two. Harry had fallen into a cycle of taking care of his egg, going to his classes, dealing with Fleur, who was now calling herself his girlfriend, and sneaking in a few conversations with Shani here and there when Fleur wasn't around. He found himself growing more and more attracted to her as the days went on. She would often come to quidditch to watch them practice, which pleased Harry greatly. The only things that were out of the ordinary were a few animals, running away from the forest. The only things that Harry saw were a few large spiders, to Ron's disgust.

Meanwhile, these few weeks which were so peaceful to Harry were quite the opposite for Draco. In order to understand his present condition, it is necessary to go back to the beginning of his summer. It all began when his father was sitting at the dinner table, discussing his usual favorite topic: You-know-who.

For the past few years, Draco had been getting quite tired of this whole business with his father being a death eater. Lucius was practically counting the days until Draco turned 17 so that he too could be a death eater. Draco's birthday was the second day of summer. On the night before Draco's birthday, the family was sitting down for dinner and Lucius began to talk.

"You should be very excited for tomorrow, Draco," Lucius said, not looking up from his plate. Draco rolled his eyes. Truth be told, he didn't give a rat's ass about being a death eater. Used to be that Draco was proud to tell anyone that he was a Malfoy; a pureblood. Nowadays, the name Malfoy brought about sneers and cringes. Draco hated his father for bringing down the Malfoy name.

"It's unfortunate that we had to wait so long. If things had not gone the way they had, what with Professor Quirrel being the vessel and what not," Lucius paused, taking a bite of his dinner, "You could have been one with him long ago." Draco looked up at his food.

"What do you mean, Potter killing him?" Draco asked.

"No, Him picking Quirrel," Lucius said calmly. Draco's jaw dropped.

"What?"

"Him not choosing you, it was unfortunate," Lucius clarified.

"Quirrel died."

"Yes he did." There was a long pause of silence. "It would have been an honor to this family for it to have been you," Lucius added. Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Honoring this family? Like you should know anything about honoring the family. People USED to respect us you know," Draco yelled.

"I don't want them to RESPECT us, I want them to FEAR us!" Lucius bellowed. "Once He rises again, we will be-"

"I don't give a damn what we'll be when that happens," Draco cut him off. "And I don't give a damn about you, or Voldemort."

Narcissa nervously served Draco a few more helpings of food, trying to ignore the conversation. Lucius's cold blue eyes stared across the table at Draco who was absent mindedly spinning a fork on the table.

"You will die for your ignorance," he said coolly.

"At least that way I'll be dying for the honor of the family," Draco spat back. Lucius lost his temper and flew out of his chair, reaching for his wand.

"Lucius! NO!" Narcissa screamed. Lucius ignored her, pointing his wand at his son.

"CRUCIO!" That last word was the last word that Draco heard before he felt as if his body was being torn limb from limb.

Draco sat by his window, running his thumb over the only scar that remained from that night. After he woke up the next morning, still in a crumpled heap on the ground, he never spoke to his father again, and his father hadn't tried to talk to him either. Until now, that is.

Many people were looking at this Dark Forest issue as a sign of You-Know-Who's gaining strength and imminent return. Death eater's were making preparations for his return and takeover. There was much excitement and much fear in the wizard community. At this time, Draco received his first owl from his father.

Draco,

If you continue to fight Him you will be destroyed. If you return now your mistakes may be forgiven.

Lucius

Then, after the first one, they started coming everyday. Draco would promptly crumple them up and throw them away. None of his friends had the gall to ask what was going on, and Draco liked it that way. His image was rather hard to portray with people running around sharing namby-pamby stories of his daddy issues.

Meanwhile, the contact between Draco and Harry had been minimal, which suited the both of them just fine. Draco was disgusted that Shani had taken to Harry so much and had gone back to letting Pansy drool all over him. He's also fallen back into his routine of prowling through the cuter 4th and 5th years and taking his pick of the litter. He would usually take them to the Prefect bathroom, have his way with them, and never see them again. It wasn't a bad deal, but more often than not it was just a quick fix for his loneliness.

Once snow had fallen, Hogwarts became a white wonderland. Harry especially loved winter quidditch. Though it was colder, the scenery was truly fantastic to behold from broomstick. Christmas was coming up fast, and Harry was excited to spend it at Hogwarts. Hogwarts was really more of a home than anywhere to Harry. The Weasley's was nice, but he was always a guest there. He truly felt that the Hogwarts campus was his home. Ron was especially excited about staying for Christmas. On the last day of school, the campus was buzzing with excitement.

"Oi! Harry!" Ron said excitedly, pushing his way towards Harry as students packed up after class. "Party tonight!"

"Party every night," Harry grinned back at him, picking up his book bag. Ron smiled back. That night, Harry slipped on his normal clothes and headed off to the party. He met up with Ron and Neville on the way there.

Pretty much everyone was at this party. It was sort of a "YAY THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!" party. Since this is a sentiment that was very popular in the student body, the party was packed.

Harry joined his friends at a round table as Ron brought drinks for everyone. "Fire whiskey!" he exclaimed, setting one down in front of Harry. Harry watched the liquid slosh back and forth in the glass. "Bottoms up, Harry," Ron winked, lifting his own glass to his lips. Harry smiled, reaching for his. He downed the liquid, feeling the effects quite quickly. He looked around at the people who were there. Thankfully, Fleur had gone home for the holidays. He thought this would be a fantastic time to get to know Shani. Sure enough, she was at the party, and looking beautiful as always. Harry excused himself from his friends, spotting her across the way at another table. He made his way through the crowds of people. Just as he passed a group of giggling girls, he felt someone grab at his ass. Harry practically leapt out of his skin, whipping around to see who it was. The whole gaggle of girls continued to laugh, making it impossible to know which one of them it had been. Harry blushed, turning back around and practically running away.

Shani was laughing as he approached. "Saw that, did you?" Harry said, turning an even deeper shade of red.

"Oh yes, I did see it. All of it," she continued to laugh. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Bloody ridiculous," he muttered. Shani shook her head.

"It's funny. You'll look back on it and laugh one of these days," she paused, looking around. "Where's the Mrs.?"

Harry cringed. "Please don't say that." Shani giggled. "She's home for the holidays."

"If you don't like her, why do you let her hang all over you?"

"You try telling her to go away, it's impossible," Harry replied, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to tame it.

Meanwhile, Draco watched them having their conversation from another corner of the party. He sat with his friends, having had another fight with Pansy. She was currently straddling some random Gryffindor's lap in attempt to maximize how much she was pissing off Draco. Draco turned away from Shani and Harry. It pissed him off to see them together. Draco got up from his seat, ignoring his friends. He felt like doing something, or someone. He looked around, glancing at his options. His eyes settled on Parvati and Padma Patil. Parvati was a Gryffindor so he mentally crossed her out as an option, but reconsidered. Maybe if he could get both, it would be acceptable. But if only one, it would have to be Padma. He walked over to where they were sitting. They looked at him, surprised at his approach.

"Hello ladies," he said in his sexy voice. Parvati rolled her eyes, not interested. Typical Gryffindor bitch, Draco thought to himself. He turned his attention to Padma, who seemed mildly interested. She smiled back at him.

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked, returning the smile.

"Sure," she responded. Draco turned around, walking back towards the table with the refreshments. On the way back he caught some dagger eyes from Pansy. He set down a drink in front of Padma. As soon as he sat down himself, Parvati stood up and walked away.

"Don't mind her. She's a bitch," Padma giggled. Draco smiled.

"You're much prettier anyway," he joked, since they were completely identical. Padma laughed nervously as she picked up her drink. The moment the cup reached her lips Draco knew she was his. He flashed his famous smirk at her and she blushed. He had a way of looking at a girl that made them melt. It was best described as "eye sex". He could make a woman feel like they were the hottest piece of ass in the entire world just with one glance. After about half an hour of chatting and flirting, Draco suggested that they leave the party. Padma agreed, following him out of the room.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Someplace quiet," he replied, leading her down the dark hallways of Hogwarts. He was taking her to the Prefect's bathroom. It was the perfect place to bring his "victims". As he neared the statue, he pulled her towards him, holding her close to his body. She flushed, looking a little surprised and tipsy. Draco leaned down and planted the world's sexiest and softest kiss on her lips. She was practically putty in his arms after that. He whispered "Pine fresh," at the statue, and they entered into the luxurious bathroom. He then began to unbutton his shirt, watching Padma the whole time. She sat down, watching him undress.

When he got to the last button, he let it slide off of his smooth muscled shoulders. As soon as the shirt fell to the floor, he made his way over to her and pulled her up off the floor, taking her into his arms and kissing her. He pulled her top up over her head, breaking the kiss just long enough to do so. He grinned when he saw her white bra. She was so innocent and sweet in comparison to Pansy, and he loved it. Draco unclasped her bra, never breaking the kiss while removing it. He began to kiss her a little more roughly, feeling his passion take over. She reciprocated, reaching down to take off her skirt and panties. Draco left the kiss, trailing down her neck with his tongue just ever so lightly. He then continued downward between her breasts and to her bellybutton, kissing his way from her navel downward.

He helped her to remove the panties, pushing them down her smooth brown legs. He kissed his way down her leg, following the panties. Padma stepped out of them when they touched the floor. Draco stood up, holding her naked form against his bare chest. He loved how petite she was. They kissed again and Padma's hands wandered down his hard chest to his pants. She began to undo his belt, trying to get his pants off. Draco took his hands off of her long enough to help her with his buckle. He then continued to caress her back and kiss her while his pants pooled around his ankles. He could feel his hard on resting on her stomach, and knew she could feel it too. She broke the kiss, glancing down at the intruder and smiled.

She wrapped her little hand around it, sizing it up. Draco took a deep breath, savoring the sensation of the light innocent touches she was giving him. He reached down and took her hand off of him, drawing her back to him for another kiss. He then led her towards the bathtub. On the way, Draco glanced back at the mermaid painting. Thankfully she was asleep, and snoring lightly. Draco helped her into the hot water, following her into it himself. They paddled over to the shallower end, though they still could not stand. Draco turned a tap at the end of the pool and a shallower platform appeared underneath them. Padma smiled as she rested her body on it. Draco then turned a few more taps, bringing out different types of bubble bath. He swam back over to her as the bubbles covered the surface of the water. He sat down next to her, taking her into his lap.

Draco began to rub the bubbles on her body, washing her gently as they kissed. She turned towards him, straddling his legs and his hard cock, pressing it up against his stomach. He continued to rub the hot soapy water along her back as they kissed. Finally he took her in his arms, picking her up off of him and standing up out of the water. He lay her down on the towels that were waiting for them and hovered over her glistening form. He crawled up her body to her neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin he found there. As he did this, he pushed her knees apart with his own, lining himself up for entry. Padma moaned slightly as the head of his cock rubbed against her most sensitive place. Draco reached down one of his hands to guide himself inside her, holding himself steady.

"Ready?" he asked, being gentlemanly. She nodded. "Is this your first time?" he asked tenderly. Padma looked away, blushing. She nodded again, slowly. Draco smiled. He loved virgins. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, being as gentle with her as he could, although every cell in his body wanted to fuck the shit out of her. Then, as slowly as he could, he gently pushed inward. He felt her tense and watched her face scrunch up in pain as his cock entered inside of her. Just as the tip of him went inside of her, he felt resistance. He looked at her, waiting for her to adjust. She locked eyes with him as he looked intently down at her. Draco then pushed his hips forward gently, breaking through the weak resistance and pushing a few more inches of himself into her. Padma gasped in pain, closing her eyes.

"Are you ok?" he whispered. Padma didn't answer for a moment, but then looked back up at him and nodded. Draco then pulled out a little bit before pushing forward again. She moaned this time, feeling the pleasure of his motions. Draco smiled at her reaction as he began to push in a little deeper. Padma's hands gripped his shoulders tightly as he continued to sink into her. Draco found a slow, steady pace as he began to pump in and out of her. Padma began to moan a little louder as he did.

"Oh, Draco. It feels good," she whispered, gasping a little as he thrust in a little harder. Draco began to go a little bit faster, feeling her tight hot walls all around his hard cock. He hadn't fucked face to face with anyone in a while, and he was enjoying it. He glanced down, seeing his cock disappear inside of her. It was a very erotic sight. Padma's hips began to rock up to meet him as he thrust inside her, gasping with every thrust. Draco grunted softly as he continued to fuck her. He picked up the pace a little, now going at a steady pace. Padma's eyes closed as she concentrated on the warm feeling building up between her legs. Draco rotated his hips a little, hitting her from different angles. Padma let out a cry as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Draco smiled, continuing to plow into her from that angle. Her body immediately grew tense and her eyes shot open. He began to go faster and harder, forgetting about being gentle. Padma began to moan louder and louder as he hit that spot over and over again.

"I'm going to come," Padma gasped, closing her eyes and arching her back underneath him. Draco smiled softly as he closed his eyes, concentrating on his own orgasm. He could feel it steadily building. Padma's body suddenly stiffened as she felt her orgasm approaching and Draco began to thrust into her even harder. She began to moan his name as she rolled over the edge into her orgasm. Her hands gripped his shoulders hard as she came. Draco could feel her pussy clenching around him as she orgasmed, and thrust into her one last time before pulling out and letting go. He groaned as he came onto her flat brown stomach, closing his eyes. Padma was gasping underneath him, struggling to catch her breath. Draco rolled over to her side with a satisfied smile, looking up at the marble ceiling. Just then, a loud voice woke him from his daze.

"DRACO?"

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