-1Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything but the plot belongs to JK Rowling.

Note: I didn't wait for many reviews like I normally do. I've just been really eager to get to this part in the story. Hopefully you all enjoy.

Note 2: In response to a review, don't worry, love, I wouldn't make Ron a git, I love him way too much.

Beads and Lace

By: The Deviant

Chapter 5

"What the hell is going on here!" Harry bellowed. There, on Ginny's bed, was the red-headed girl and none other than Blaise Zabini, nude and rutting about like rabbits in heat. Well, at least, they were, until Harry made his 'grand' entrance.

"H-Harry! What're you doing…?" Ginny stammered, pushing the surprisingly calm Blaise off of her.

"Me? What the hell are you doing?" Harry ran a hand through his hair as he looked away from the two. The thought alone made him want to vomit. Ginny rose from the bed and grasped his arm, her eyes pleading.

"Harry, you have to understand! You were always gone, we never spoke, it was like I didn't know you!"

"So you go around and fuck the first guy that let's you cry on his shoulder! I can't believe I expected better from you." Harry turned to leave, but Ginny kept a firm grasp on him.

"Okay, then Harry, explain to me where you've been all week."

"He's been at Draco's" Blaise interjected, rubbing his head. He didn't want to be stuck here with that tramp longer than he needed to, so he was trying to speed things along. Ginny glared at her soon-to-be-ex. Her chest now heaving in anger.

"You were with him!" she hollered, taking a step back. Feeling braver than he ever did when it came to the red-head, Harry began shouting as well.

"Yes, I was with him! And he was ready and willing to do anything I asked him to, but I told him no, because I didn't want to hear you bitch more than usual!" Harry turned away and stormed down the stairs and out of the house, followed by Ron.

"Harry! Wait up, mate!" the red-head called as he followed him all the way out to his car. "Look, mate, I was in my room when the bloke came by, I thought it was you, I swear!" he pleaded, only to have Harry stop him by putting his hand up.

"Ron, don't worry." he sighed as he sat in the driver side. "After all, it's not us. You coming?" Ron shook his head politely. He did not get on well with Lee, so he avoided him as much as possible. Harry nodded in understanding before he turned on the car and skidded away.

-Meanwhile-

Draco sighed bitterly as he swirled his third cup of Absolute. He had been here for a full hour, and still no sign of Harry. 'That boy has no idea what he's missing.' he thought, smiling as he watched Pansy and some sophomore girl dancing on top of one of the coffee tables in the middle of the room. The party was in full swing, and most of the people were already drunk and dancing wildly with one another. Loud pulsing rock music (with the occasional techno, of course) blared through the large speakers that were positioned in the corners, where Draco just so happened to be.

"Hey gorgeous…" a deep, sensual voice whispered into the blonde's ear, sending shivers down his spine. A new hope filled him, and he turned eagerly, hoping to face the green-eyed young man he'd become so fond of, but instead, coming face to face with a random stranger. His breath reeked of Budweiser (which really stinks, by the way) and his brown hair was all over the place, and his dark eyes shone with a lust that Draco wanted no part of. "Why ya standin' here all alone? Ya boyfriend leave ya or somethin'?" he asked, his words slurring and his posture faltering a little. He was leaning so close to the blonde, and here he was with his back against the wall (literally).

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take care of you." That's when the unthinkable happened. Despite Draco's audible protests, the man pressed his lips against the blonde's. Draco moaned in anguish as he writhed to get away from him, but he only succeeded in getting the man, whoever he was, more excited. He pressed his body closer to Draco's and grasped the blonde's wrists, holding them above his head.

'No! This is wrong!' Draco's mind screamed as tears slowly began to seep from his eyes. 'Harry, where the hell are you!'

"And just what the hell!" The man broke away from Draco at the sound of another man's voice. The blonde snapped his head, and his heart fluttered to see Harry standing a foot or two away from them. "What the hell's going- No, you know what? I don't want to know. It's a party, you have your fun." the young man turned and stalked outside, taking a cup of Absolute with him

"Harry, wait!" Draco called, breaking out of the drunkards grasp and running after the raven-haired boy. When he finally caught up, Harry was almost to his car. "Harry, listen to me. I don't even know that guy!" That came out all wrong. Harry whipped around and laughed bitterly.

"Ha! That's great. Tell me, was that suppose to make feel better, or worse?" he stopped and looked down at the ground. "Look at you." he murmured. "You're just like Ginny…just another tramp."

Draco could swear he felt his heart break in to a million little pieces. Hot tears stung his eyes as he watch Harry turn his back and walk away from him. It was all too soon that he realized that he was alone.

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"Draco! Draco, love, where you been. I've been lookin' all over for you. Did you find Harry?" Pansy's smiling face soon faltered as she saw the look on the blonde's face. "Draco? What's wrong? What happened?" she asked, gently taking him by the arms.

"I have to go." he murmured, trying to get out of the girl's grasp.

"Draco, tell me what happened!"

"I will, on the way home! I just have to get out of here, okay?" he snapped, his tears falling freely. Pansy nodded and went to get their coats after ordering Draco to go to the car. He was safely fastened in before he just broke down. This was not how everything was supposed to turn out! He simply wanted to get back at that stuck up bitch, and maybe get Harry, too (which wasn't the original plan, but you understand.) but he expected nothing like the fiasco that happened tonight. At this point, he just wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

"Are you finally going to tell me what happened?" Draco was shaken out of his reverie when Pansy fastened herself into the driver seat before starting up the car. The blonde didn't even realize she had gotten in the car, but it made no difference now.

The blonde sighed and re-told the whole story, not even pausing for Pansy's reactions. He was practically sobbing as he finished telling her how Harry called him a tramp and walked off.

"I'm going to fucking kill him! Who the hell does he think he is! Really, a tramp? Does he even know who his girlfriend is? Just wait till I-"

"Pansy, it's over. Just drop it. Killing him isn't going to make things any better." Pansy just sighed. She knew he was right, but still. What right did Saint Potter have to say such things about Draco, who was one of the sweetest people in the world once you got to know him. Shaking her head, she sped down the street and, before too long, screeched to a stop in front of Malfoy Manor. Draco got out of the car and stalked up to the front door, Pansy's arm draped over his should.

"Come on, love. We'll eat some ice cream, watch some movies, flip through magazines. And hey! Who knows. Maybe we can find another party to go to. Lee Jordan's kinda lame anyway." Draco half-smiled. He knew he could always count on Pansy.

-

Harry sighed bitterly as he curled up with a pillow, clutching it like it was a dying child. The week was going so well, but was suddenly all shot to hell. He really wasn't too upset that Ginny cheated. Hell, he was actually glad that he'd found an excuse to leave her in the dust. It was Draco that upset him the most.

Harry wasn't sure when it happened, but sometime within the past week, he had fallen for the blond. Maybe it was the tiny kiss, maybe it was the brush. Who knew? He bit his lip hard as memories came flooding back to him, the freshest being the hurt and anger he felt as he watched Draco kissing another man. The fury as he watched the man grasp his wrists and press his body into the boy that belonged to Harry and Harry alone.

'Woah! Where did that come from? He isn't yours and you know it.' a voice in the back of Harry's head screamed. As much as he hated to admit it, the tiny voice was right. Draco was never his, and any hope of the blonde being his was thrown out the window by none other than himself.

I think I'm gonna stop here. Don't worry, another chapter is in the works and will be up shortly.Don't forget to review, loves!