Title: A Torturous Reminder

Chapter 8: The Green-Eyed Monster

Rating: M

Warnings: H/D SLASH, HBP SPOILERS

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Harry Potter! Characters (except those created by us) belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling, WB, and the publishing companies. Don't sue us! We are just bored teenagers having a go at poor Harry and Draco!

"Alright, which floor?" asked Harry after the elevator door closed.

"9th floor," said Draco, his eyes gleaming. He looked at Harry who looked like he was brooding over something. 'Did my flirting get him mad?' thought Draco, already devising a plan on how to find out.

They both got off at their floor, Draco leading the way to their room. He stopped in front of a door that read '902', and opened the door with a swipe of a card he had been given.

Harry followed Draco into the room, looking in awe at his surroundings. The room was big, with a living room area decorated in natural shades. Fresh flowers were placed in elegant vases, and an abstract painting of a meadow was placed on a wall opposite the couch. He went inside the bedroom and found that his stuff had already been brought up. Two beds were in the center of the room, the beds overflowing with pillows, and Harry thought of nothing else but to sleep in one them as soon as possible.

He moved to the bed that was next to the window, and was about to place his stuff on top of it when out of nowhere, four suitcases were unceremoniously brought down right where he was about to put his.

"Malfoy, this is my bed! Go to the other one."

"I got here first so this is my bed," said Draco, smirking.

"No, it's my bed!"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Fine, we'll flip for it."

Draco produced a quarter from his pocket and flipped it. "Heads," said Draco.

"Tails", said Harry as the coin flew into the air.

Draco caught the coin and looked at it: heads.

"No way, you cheated!"

"Potter, don't be ridiculous. I won, get over it."

"But I wanted the bed next to the window," whined Harry, pouting at Draco.

Draco rolled his eyes, and flopped down on his bed, looking up at Harry. "Oh well," was all he said before turning around.

Harry walked to the window and looked outside. The view was beautiful. There was a perfect view of Boston Harbor and it surroundings. Harry sighed and continued to look outside, wondering how horrible things could exist in such a world.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" whispered Draco, startling Harry.

"Yes, it is," whispered Harry, feeling Draco's breath on his neck…he was so close. Harry closed his eyes. He had no idea what was happening to him now. They stood in silence, gazing out the window, both lost is their own emotions.

After a few moments Draco pulled back, leaving Harry feeling alone and cold now that Draco's warmth was gone. Harry continued gazing outside, trying to pull his thoughts together until, sighing, he turned back towards the room.

Draco sat on his bed, staring intently at Harry with something Harry couldn't recognize. 'Lust?' he thought. 'No, it couldn't be.' He walked uneasily over to the other bed and frowned at it.

"You're always welcome to share my bed," Draco drawled, noticing Harry's furrowed brow.

Harry looked up, shocked at the invitation, then fervently shook his head. "No thanks, Malfoy, but I think I'll take the disappointment."

Draco shrugged, beginning to open his suitcases and organizing his belongings in the various drawers. "Your loss," he said as he went about until all four of his suitcases were empty.

"Aren't you going to unpack?" Draco asked, turning around.

Harry, though, was already down on his bed in a deep sleep, his suitcase at the foot of his bed, untouched. Even his shoes were still on.

Draco sighed as he watched his partner sleep, then smirked. This might be the time to act out his plan, he thought as he silently opened the door and quietly walked out.

Harry woke up and found himself surrounded by darkness. He put his glasses on and looked around, his eyes adjusting to the dark. Outside the window, the moon hung low and shown through, giving Harry enough light to notice Draco wasn't on his bed. In fact, he wasn't anywhere.

'I wonder where he's gone off to," Harry thought, repressing emotions of fear, anger, and reasoning. Draco had probably just gone out for some food.

Nonetheless, Harry was worried. After all, like the note, the stone could be a trap.

He quickly got up and, grabbing his wand, walked out of the room and into the elevator. Impatiently he waited, fear slowly rising as possibilities rose in his head and anger following close behind at these different feelings.

'When I find him,' he thought when he was interrupted by another thought. 'If I find him…' he thought, running a hand through his unruly hair and walking out as soon as the door opened.

He immediately spotted a silver-blonde gleam and turning, found who he was looking for. Harry sighed then angered up, 'Couldn't Malfoy have told him where he was going!' He marched over to him and spotted the same girl he had been with earlier, blushing deeply under Draco's haughty gaze.

Harry came up behind him then immediately began to yell.

"Where the hell were you!" he asked, glaring at Draco.

Draco turned, surprised to see a furious Harry inches away from him.

"Here and there. I didn't know I had to report to you, mother."

"Well, you do. For all I know something could happen to you, and I would have just been thinking you're off having fun."

Draco remained silent, contemplating at the thought, then shrugged. 'Fine, but it's not my fault. You were the one that was fast asleep."

"You could have left me a note!"

"Yes, I could have. Now let's go before we waste any more time."

"Where are we going?"

"First, to get ready. I found a bar near here full of witches and wizards with possible information. After all, people are better drunk."

Harry mumbled something along the lines of, "then you're better off drunk," but he turned around.

"I'll see you later, love," Draco said to the girl that had been standing there for awhile, looking perplexed at them. She merely blushed, nodded, and scattered off.

"I thought you were gay?" Harry asked.

"I am," Draco said, not finding the point of the conversation.

"Then…"

"She's a witch, you idiot, and may have some valuable info."

"Oh," said Harry, growing a bit happier and blaming it on being awake, denying to himself that it had anything to do with Draco.

They finally got into the room, and Draco started rummaging around in his drawers.

"Here put this on. Knowing you, you probably didn't bring any good clothing," said Draco, handing a pair of clothes over to Harry.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry retorted, but nonetheless grudgingly accepted the clothes and walked into the bathroom before Draco could take it up.

Muttering about dumb, blond bastards, he donned the faded jeans that Malfoy had given him. After several minutes of tugging and pulling, he was able to put them on. 'They are so fucking tight,' he thought, annoyed. 'Malfoy is just doing this to make me mad.' He then went on to putting on the shirt, a soft, black cotton one. He swore as he tried to fix it, and as being unsuccessful, called out to Draco, "Malfoy, what the hell! This shirt doesn't fit me!"

"Sure it does Potter, don't whine."

"But it's so tight," said Harry, fidgeting.

"Alright you whiner, let me see," and without warning, Draco calmly strode into the bathroom.

He looked at Harry from head to toe, a very faint blush creeping on his cheeks, 'Potter sure does look hot. I congratulate myself,' he thought, still scanning over Harry.

Harry saw Draco's gaze and began to furiously blush. 'Always at awkward moments,' he thought, fidgeting even more.

Draco walked up to him and placed his hands on Harry's shirt, gently tugging it down.

Harry's breath hitched and he looked at Draco, his face expressionless, but his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions.

"All done," said Draco, finally looking at Harry's eyes, "and the shirt is supposed to be that way."

"OK" said Harry, not even bothering arguing with Draco.

"At this rate, I'm going to have to look out for you," said Draco teasingly, but to his surprise, the words hit him closer to home than he would ever admit.

Harry blushed and messed up his hair even more, "Whatever you say, Malfoy," he said, following Draco out of the bathroom.

"So where are we going? You still haven't told me."

"I already told you, Potter, a bar," Draco said, getting his things.

"I know that, Malfoy. I'm asking about the name of the place, a bit of information."

"You'll find out when we get there," Draco said, walking towards the bathroom. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and get ready," and with that Draco closed the bathroom door.

Harry rolled his eyes and lay down on his bed. The clothes were still tight but were comfortable. 'Almost feels like I'm in my own skin…that's probably how it's supposed to feel,' he thought as he grabbed the control and turned on the TV.

He flipped through channels and eventually settled on one showing a documentary on life before the 1800s. 'Interesting' Harry thought once it had ended. He looked towards the bathroom door, impatient. It had been over an hour now and Draco wasn't out.

His glance went back to the TV, and he once again went through the task of finding something to watch. He ended up choosing a half-started movie, and watched it, his mind entirely on something else.

Draco was looking at himself in the mirror, his hair falling graciously before him. His mind was reeling with a thousand thoughts. First, there was his plan. Then, what if they actually did find something interesting…

Draco mused with himself for awhile, then sighed. His thoughts were jumbled up and he didn't want to put them in order at the moment. 'It would only bring trouble,' he thought, as he turned the doorknob and stepped out.

Harry turned at the sight of Draco emerging from the bathroom. He found himself staring at Draco, the way his fair hair shone in the light, gleaming against the darkness. He looked lower, and saw the tightness of Draco's shirt, making his muscles stand clearly out. Harry tried to force himself to look away. He looked lower and saw Draco's jeans… Draco's loose jeans!

Harry snapped his head back, giving a glare at a smirking Draco who was leaning against the wall.

"Why do you get to wear those jeans? Why do I have to wear these!" he said, frantically pointing at his jeans.

"Because I felt like it. Plus, I look good in these jeans but you would just look like a bum."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Enough with the snarky comments, Malfoy. It's getting tiring. Now can we go? Or do you need another hour for you hair?"

"I thought we were going to drop the snarky comments."

"I said for you to drop them, not me."

Draco sighed. 'This is getting nowhere,' he thought. "Alright well let's go," he said grabbing the key, and heading out, Harry in tow.

They stepped into the chilly night and started walking down the sidewalk. Harry shivered and placed his hands in his pockets. He looked over at Draco who seemed to not be minding the cold at all.

They walked for about ten minutes, and Harry was about to complain. Malfoy had a car after all, when Draco abruptly stopped.

They stood in front of a windowless building, and as soon as they opened the door, loud music met their ears.

Harry looked around and saw the bar in one corner and several small tables surrounding it. In the center there was a big dance space, which was being thoroughly occupied.

Harry followed Draco, who apparently was going to get drinks and found that men were staring at him and Draco as they strode past.

"So what can I get you?" asked the bartended, a thin young man with warm brown eyes, and brown hair.

"Vodka."

"And you?" the bartender said, turning to Harry.

"The same."

"OK, sure thing."

As the bartender prepared their drinks, Harry sat on the stool, growing conscious of all the stares he was getting. He turned and grabbed his drink, which had just been placed in front of him, and sipped from it.

Draco suddenly stood up and started to walk towards the dance floor.

"Where are you going?" asked Harry suspiciously.

"Dancing. Wanna come?"

"You dance!"

"Yes and you don't? Obviously," said Draco sarcastically, "You're as graceful as a troll."

"You go then, since obviously you don't want to be seen next to me," snapped Harry, turning around to face the bartender.

Draco just smiled and walked away. His plan was set in motion.

"Excuse me," said Draco, tapping the shoulder of a tall man that was dancing. The man turned around and as soon as he saw Draco, he smiled, lighting up his eyes.

"Remember me? We decided…" said Draco, looking expectantly at the man before him.

"Yes, I remember you! Do you want to dance, Draco?" asked the young man getting closer and closer to Draco as he talked.

"You remember my name? I'm honored, Henry," whispered Draco, starting to dance slowly, almost chest to chest with Henry.

"Why wouldn't I? It's not everyday you see a hot blonde trying to get you into a conversation."

Draco laughed and placed his hands on Henry's waist. "We did have a lot of fun earlier."

"We sure did. We must do it again sometime."

They continued to dance and just when Draco felt it was right, he leaned into Henry, whispering in his ear. "Care to come back to my hotel room? I have something that may interest you," he said, keeping his mouth near Henry's ear, waiting for a response.

"I'll go with you, just tell me when."

Harry watched the exchange with narrowed eyes. First, Draco dresses him in clothing that he doesn't like, then he makes him go to a damn bar, and now he just ditches him, trying to get laid. Harry continued to down more drinks, flinching at the closeness of Draco and the bastard that was with him. He grabbed his glass hard when he saw Draco leaning towards the man, whispering into his ear. 'He only does that to me,' he thought, slamming the glass down back on the bar. 'What's wrong with me? What do I care what Malfoy does? I hope he gets an STD for messing around… would serve him right… stupid blonde.'

Harry was still lost in thought when a man about his age sat next to him. He didn't notice two clear blue eyes staring at him until he heard a soft, low voice beside him.

"What's an attractive man like you doing all alone at a bar?" the man asked, staring discreetly at Harry as he turned.

"Huh?" Harry said, turning, only to see a sandy haired, blue-eyed man sitting down next to him.

"Would you like to dance?" the man said persistently at a dazed Harry.

Harry nodded slowly as he snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes glinting maliciously. "Sure," he said, regaining his voice.

The man stood up and stared at Harry's body as he stood up. Harry blushed as the eyes roamed his body, but his mind was set. He was going to enjoy himself, just like a certain blonde was.

"I'm Chris, by the way," the man said as he led Harry to the dance floor, a hand around Harry's waist.

Draco's concentration immediately became averted when he saw the man approach Harry. He had thought about this possibility, but had been sure Harry would decline. When he saw Harry get up, though, and being pulled up by the dirty-blonde, he silently cursed.

"You're losing time," a voice said as two hands were placed on his hips.

Draco turned his gaze back to the man in front of him.

"I know," he said, getting closer to the man and watching Harry out of the corner of his eye.

Harry walked with Chris to the dance floor where Chris immediately started dancing. Harry stood rooted to his spot, not knowing what to do.

"Don't you know how to dance?" the sandy-haired man asked, amused.

"Yes… well, er… maybe," Harry said, blushing lightly.

Chris laughed, though, and put his arms around Harry, pushing their bodies' close together and making Harry blush even more.

"Just follow my lead," Chris whispered in his ear, swaying to the music with a blushing Harry in his arms.

Draco's eyes went wide when he saw the guy Harry was with wrap his arms around Harry and pull him nearer as Harry blushed, obviously surprised.

'I didn't think he would live up to his famously annoying courage,' he thought, stopping mid-dance with Henry.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's head back to the hotel, OK?" he asked loudly, trying to make his voice heard against the music.

"Sure, let's go," said Henry, placing a hand on Draco's mid-back as they walked towards the exit.

Harry, being close to the dancing Draco, heard his words. His blushing stopped and anger erupted from him. "Listen Chris, I'm sorry, but I have to go," Harry muttered.

"Alright," said Chris, his smile fading. "Maybe I'll see you around?" he added hopefully.

"Yea, maybe," Harry said distractedly, giving a wave to Chris, and following Draco out the door.

Draco heard footsteps behind him, and didn't need to turn around to know it was Harry. 'Oh Harry, you're so predictable,' he thought, shifting closer to Henry as they walked down the sidewalk.

They finally entered the hotel, and Harry waited after they took the elevator, taking the next one.

Harry finally reached his floor, and strode to his door. He started pounding the door, and yelling. "Damn it, Malfoy, not in our room! Have some fucking decency!"

The door opened to reveal a confused Henry and a very amused Draco behind him.

Henry went past Harry, giving him a long look; he had papers in his hand.

"If you need anything else, just give me a call," yelled Draco after him.

Harry stared at Draco, trying to calm his breathing. 'Great, now I made a complete fool out of myself.'

Draco's smirk widen. "Well are you coming in? He's not coming back you know, if your jealous."

"I'm not jealous," muttered Harry, going inside the room and shutting the door behind him.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, the chapter was supposed to go out on Friday, but I didn't have internet for a couple of days, and we had some problems regarding email…Anyways, the feelings are starting to show….oh my! What will happen next? Review!