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Thanks a lot to Jamie, Lildove and Jade, my beta readers. And to all of you who reviewed! A special thanks to Mariposa. /hugs Mariposa/ Your review made me so happy! I actually have something published. I have 5 poems published. If you live in Europe, you might see the book someday!

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READ THIS: This chapter was previously rated NC-17. As you know, the site doesn't allow this kind of story, so I had to cut off a huge part of this chapter. This chapter won't make much sense, I guess… But you can find the original chapter in my yahoo group. Just look for the link in my BIO. Sorry…

Chap. 24 – Love Dance

Harry entered his room as Draco went to his own for a moment. Harry figured it was to give him time, or perhaps to give Draco himself time to think things over. Harry didn't know if that was such a good idea, but he sat on his bed and waited. He began to bite his nails off, but then, realising how stupidly he was behaving, he enlaced his fingers as if he were about to pray. In a way, he was. He wanted this night to be perfect. He didn't want any of his fears to get in the way of what he was about to do. He was determined to go all the way with Draco and didn't want to back out in the middle of it. Why was Draco taking so long? By the time he heard Draco moving around in the hallway outside his room, Harry was a nervous wreck.

His body trembled when Draco finally came in. He bit his lower lip hard, his heart pounding like crazy in his ears. He silently watched as Draco placed his wand and a little purple box on the bedside table. Harry gulped as he recognized the famous wizarding box of condoms, the kind that gave both partners extra pleasure.

At every step Draco took towards him, Harry felt like running away. He couldn't help it. He had built up too many defences for six years. It was hard to break them. Noticing this, Draco stopped a few inches from the bed and sighed.

"We don't have to do this tonight. We can take things slowly. We can just…"

Harry sat up and shook his head. "No. Let's do this."

Draco made a face. "If you're going to stare at me like you're about to be hit by Cruciatus, Potter, then we're not doing this."

Harry thought about replying, but he knew that it would only lead to another argument, and he didn't want to waste any more time talking. He was fed up with it.

But Draco's concern for him was a delightful surprise. He would never have thought the blonde would be so considerate and kind. He thought of Draco as the kind of man who just took what he wanted without asking. This wasn't the same brat he had met at Hogwarts, though. This was a man that he could fall in love with. Perhaps Draco was only pretending to be a good guy, but Harry didn't want to analyse the situation any longer. He was tired of thinking about every little detail of his odd relationship with Draco.

He was ready for some action, no matter how shaken he was. His body was pleading for attention, demanding more of what Draco had offered him in the bathroom of the nightclub. His fears would have to be postponed. He would do his best. After all, he was tired of being the predictable Harry Potter. He wanted to be sexually daring. He wanted to try new things. Hell, he really wanted Draco.

Without further delay, Harry closed the distance between them and captured Draco's lips in his own. Draco was so surprised by this that he didn't react at first. But when he did, he made Harry melt in his arms. Harry couldn't believe that a kiss could be so powerful. Draco's kiss brought him to his knees. The hot and skilful tongue invading his mouth made him see stars behind his closed eyes. It also made the defensive walls around his heart crumble one by one.

He felt a tingle running through his body, setting him on fire. Once again, he realised that a kiss had never had such a strong effect on him. Draco's lips tasted divine, like strawberry mousse and clotted cream. Harry sighed with pleasure, burying his fingers in Draco's silken blond hair. He felt as if he couldn't get enough of this kiss.

Harry almost screamed with frustration when Draco's lips abandoned his. His disappointment was soon forgotten when Draco placed hot kisses along his neck and then sucked sensuously. He threw his head back with a strangled moan. Draco began to undress him slowly, making it clear that Harry could still change his mind if he wanted to and call it all off. But Harry knew that it was too late to stop now.

He watched in a daze as his red shirt fell to the floor, followed by his jeans and then underwear. And there he was, fully naked in front of Draco Malfoy – his former enemy! – and not just literally naked, but metaphorically as well. He was allowing Draco to see all of him, to strip him of all his prejudices and fears, to blow him away.

He wanted to tell Draco that it was his turn to undress, but his voice stuck in his throat. Gathering all the courage he had, Harry unbuttoned Draco's shirt with shaking hands. He felt as if he was unwrapping a very expensive and delicious gift, something to be cherished and savoured languidly. He tossed the shirt away and took his time to take a closer look at Draco's magnificent chest. He grazed the blond arrow that had fascinated him so much the night he had taken care of Draco's eyebrow cut. His hands touched that small trace of blond hair tentatively, and he felt Draco's abdomen contract.

It was then that he noticed how shaken Draco was. Far from being the confident spoiled-brat of the past, Draco was now as nervous as Harry. That fact made Harry feel amused. It meant that Draco was only human after all. Feeling bolder, Harry let his fingers travel up Draco's chest, touching it to his heart's content. He was fascinated by it. It was the first time he had touched another man so intimately, and he loved it. Draco's skin was so soft to touch, so smooth. It made Harry want to taste all of him.

His hand stopped next to Draco's heart. It was beating as fast as Harry's. He heard a soft chuckle and he looked up, annoyed by the interruption, wondering if he had done something wrong.

"What?" Harry asked. "You don't like it?"

Draco smiled. "No! It isn't that. It's just… You! I… You're so…"

Harry frowned. "I'm so… what?"

"Beautiful," Draco whispered, adding the word innocent in his thoughts. He was in heaven. He loved to watch Harry's dazzled expression. He was enchanted by Harry's sudden boldness to strip and touch him so freely. It was a sweet delight to watch Harry touching him as if Draco were made of glass, but also a sweet madness. It was so hard to keep his self-control when those hands were stroking him with such tenderness and innocence. He wanted to pull Harry up by the hair, kiss him and then throw him onto the bed, but he couldn't. He had to let Harry set the pace, at least their first time. Draco didn't want to scare him away.

That was why Draco was trembling so much, and his heart was beating so fast. Draco drew a deep breath. "You're going to be the death of me," Draco whispered softly.

Harry didn't hear what Draco said. He was too busy licking and kissing down Draco's naked chest, tasting it with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He knelt in front of Draco and unbuttoned his trousers. Then he unzipped them, and he looked up to meet Draco's eyes.

Draco held his breath in anticipation as he waited for Harry's next move. He still feared that Harry would freak out, but so far Harry had done nothing but surprise him. Draco had purposely let Harry lead the way because he wanted to prevent Harry from running away, and the results were exceeding his expectations. But to leave everything to Harry was turning out to be harder than he had expected. Harry's curiosity and innocence were too tempting. Draco felt as if he would explode at any moment.

Draco's trousers slid down and were removed by Harry. The underwear came next. Harry gulped as he saw just how excited Draco already was. Sex with another male had never appealed to him; no matter how many times Fred had tempted him to try it, Harry had always told him off. But sex with Draco suddenly looked fascinating. Harry just couldn't control himself anymore. It was as if he had been wrapped up in Draco's magic, and the only way to undo the spell was to give himself to it.

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Since Harry had never done that to someone, his inexperience and clumsiness not only amused Draco, but also turned the blonde on even more. But when Harry almost gagged, Draco cut in and tried to point Harry in the right direction.

"Just take it slow, Harry. There's no rush," Draco whispered. "Watch out for the teeth."

Harry made a face. "I know at least that much…"

Draco raised an eyebrow, amused. "All right. I just don't want my cock bitten off," Draco said jokingly.

"It would be less than you deserve," Harry replied in the same playful tone. Harry cocked his head seductively but also a little shyly. That duality took Draco's breath away. "But I like hearing you guide me. It's very… erotic."

Draco smiled lazily. "Really?" His tone of voice sounded like velvet. Harry felt shivers down his spine.

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"What next?" Harry asked provokingly.

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Draco felt his legs becoming weak, and he asked Harry to stop. Harry didn't stop, though. "Please, Harry… just stop… I think I'm more than ready now…" Draco's knees gave up, and Harry caught him before he could fall.

Harry kissed Draco's lips and said, "Let's go to bed."

They lay down and Harry brought Draco on top of him. Harry was on fire. He wanted something more, something to fill him up, but he didn't know how to voice his need. Draco placed a soft kiss on his lips, and their eyes met.

Draco's fingertips stroked Harry's cheeks tenderly, and then slid down.

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"Harry?"

"What?"

Draco moved his hand to Harry's flat belly and rested there. "I can make you feel good without… you know… We don't have to go all the way today if you don't want to…"

Harry took a deep breath. "I want to."

"Exactly what do you want? I can go both ways."

Harry raised an eyebrow, confused. "What do you mean?"

Draco blushed slightly. "I can be top or bottom."

"Oh." It was Harry's time to flush. They had reached an interesting point. Harry did want to take Draco, but he also wanted to be taken. He wanted to experience what it would be like to have Draco inside him. He gulped and whispered shyly, "I want you… in me. Just… be gentle." Harry felt very stupid saying that, but he forgot about it when Draco's lips met his in a breathtaking kiss, taking away what could have been left of his rationality. There was no turning back now. No matter how scared he was, his need to feel more of Draco was stronger. "I want you. Please…"

He watched as Draco caught the box of condoms and opened it up, taking one. His eyes followed Draco's every move. Harry shivered as the lubrication touched his skin, and he slammed his eyes shut when he felt Draco's finger. Harry felt a pang shoot through his body. He groaned and his fingers clenched on the sheets. But that pain didn't even compare to the one he felt afterwards. Draco moved very slowly, but that didn't prevent the tears from escaping the corner of Harry's eyes. Harry felt short of breath, but he didn't ask Draco to pull away.

"Harry… I'm sorry… Are you ok?" Draco whispered in his ear.

Harry gazed at Draco and nodded. Indeed, he was feeling different now. He told Draco to move and cried as a wave of pleasure ran through him. Although the pain hadn't abandoned him entirely, the pleasure Harry was feeling was overpowering it. A sudden heat took over him. An extraordinary sensation burned inside him, making him pant and cry out for Draco. He felt feverish and sweaty. Draco kissed him fervently, and Harry felt so light-headed that he thought he would faint. He smiled and let his soul fly to the highest sky. He was in heaven and he didn't want to come down so soon.

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Later, Draco cleaned their fluids with a flick of his wand and lay next to Harry, afraid to be pushed away. But he was surprised – and thrilled – to feel Harry's arms fold around him. They cuddled, and Draco could feel their hearts beating together. A feeling of peace as Draco had never felt before washed over him.

And then Draco knew, with a marvellous but horrified certainty that this was it. His soul now officially belonged to Harry J. Potter.

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Bill woke up with a terrible headache, the first in many years. He wondered why he had a hangover. The last time he had been smashed, it had been three year ago at one of his brothers' parties. Motive: a cute and adorable blond that had bewitched his senses and who was not only too young for him but also happened to be Fleur's cousin, his girlfriend at the time.

He scratched his head as the memories of the previous night came back to him. Once again, he had drunk too much because of a blond. Actually two, because the same cute blond who had tempted him three years ago had also been at the same nightclub last night.

He remembered the pain he had felt when he had watched Draco and Harry leaving together. Not only had Bill confronted his former crush, but he had also witnessed his boyfriend leaving with another man. And he hadn't done a thing to prevent it. He had just let Draco leave with Harry without saying a word. Bill guessed that he was too old for public displays of jealousy. He had seen his brothers losing their tempers many times over that, and he didn't want to be just another hot-tempered Weasley. Besides, even though a part of him wanted to fight for Draco like a lion, the other part knew that it would be an unfair battle since his opponent was Harry Potter.

Bill knew Draco was head over heels for Harry from the beginning, but he had started a relationship with Draco nonetheless, because he had thought that Harry would never reciprocate Draco's feelings, and that Bill's love would be enough.

Now he knew he had been very wrong. But then, it was too late. He had taken his chances and he should be ready to face the consequences. He couldn't act like he owned Draco. Draco was free to do whatever he wanted to. And if Draco really belonged to Bill, then he would come back to him.

He sighed. He loved Draco, but after seeing Jacques again last night, his heart was divided. He hadn't seen Jacques for three years. The sixteen-year-old boy had grown a lot during that time. Now Jacques was nineteen. His silver-blond hair was almost white and shoulder length. His slim body was more tempting than ever. The blue eyes had a mischievous twinkle, and his cocky attitude had woken Bill's primitive side. It was then that Bill had realised how much Draco reminded him of Jacques. They were both conceited and devilishly attractive. But all of their confidence was just an act to hide their true vulnerability and their need to be loved.

Bill had been so shocked at the sudden realisation that he had poured himself one drink after another. Was he only attracted to Draco because the blond reminded him of Jacques? Perhaps that was the truth at the beginning of his relationship with Draco. He had been attracted by the similarities he had found between Jacques and Draco. But that wasn't what he felt anymore. He truly loved Draco.

And he still loved Jacques.

He was feeling so lost. He wondered if Draco was feeling the same way towards Harry and him. Maybe this was what Fred wanted them to see by playing his dangerous matchmaker game. Fred wanted them to confront their feelings, their true wishes.

Bill had lied to Draco when he had said that Draco had been the first man to really tempt him. What future could Bill have with Draco if the only reason he had fallen in love with the blond was because he resembled Jacques?

A soft hand touched his stomach and Bill jumped. He looked beside him and his heart almost came out of his mouth. He had brought someone home with him. That someone was sleeping peacefully just a few inches away from him, and was gloriously naked. Bill's eyes admired the slender figure, wondering how he hadn't noticed before that he wasn't alone in his bed. His heart skipped a beat as the person stretched lazily and blinked. Warm blue eyes gazed at him, and then opened up wide. The blond sat up straight, looking around with confusion. Bill smirked. Obviously, he hadn't been the only one too drunk to remember last night's events.

"Bill…" the blonde licked his lips and gulped. "Please, don't hate me. Please don't throw me away like you did the last time."

Those were the last words Bill expected to hear. "Jacques…" he muttered, not knowing what to say.

"Can we talk before you decide to be all noble and tell me that this wrong and that I'm too young for you?" Jacques said at once. "I'm not so young anymore. I'm nineteen. And this time I won't let my parents interfere in my life. I don't care about Fleur either. I came back for you, and this time I'll stay and fight."

TBC…

A/N: Jacques is very much like Draco. Now you get why Bill love Draco so much, huh? XD Review, but be gentle!