Hello I'm back sorry for the wait I'm sure you've all been on the edge of your seats waiting for the next exciting installment of…SETLLING THE DIFFRENCES! Ta da! (crickets chirp) damn. Ah well I hope you all like the new chapter I have named it cut to the chase because I'm sure that's exactly what you want me to do yet somehow I have managed yet again to artfully do exactly the opposite and keep you my adoring fans wanting ever more…bwaha. Anyhoo there is some action this chapter and there will definitely be a lot of REAL action in the next, so hold tight and most of all…Enjoy!

Chapter 13 – Cut to the chase

Ginny and Lee stared at the door then after about five seconds of awkward silence they burst into laughter.

"Harry and Draco. I never ever in all the crazy depths of my mind ever thought that this was even possible." Lee said through gasps of laughter.

" And not to mention they are the two hottest guys AND virgins." Ginny added through giggles, risking a wistful glance at the door. After they had finally gotten over the initial hilarity of it all and stopped laughing wiping the tears from their eyes. They sat back down.

" Well I don't imagine there would be much of a point in continuing the "card game" so any other ideas?" Lee commented. Ginny thought for a moment.

" How about never have I ever?"

Lee grinned. "I love that game!" And so the last remaining couple began the final game of the night.

"Never have I ever had red hair!" Lee said.

" You suck." Ginny said putting down a finger…

The door slamming awoke Harry from his drunken haze somewhat and he shook his head. They were in a small room with a window looking out onto the grounds. The moonlight streamed into the room and he was standing hand in hand with Draco Malfoy surveying the room. Empty but for a ….bed.

" What the hell did they expect we'd do here?" Harry asked in shock.

" Exactly what we're about to do." Draco said matter-of-factly. Harry stared, so totally weird, he had never even pondered the concept of McGonagall and Dumbledore…eww his brain was treading a very strange road there, his line of thought was broken off when, suddenly out of the blue Draco shoved him up against the wall and began to kiss him passionately.

He slid his tongue into Harry's mouth hearing the other boy moan and slide his hands into Draco's soft blonde hair. Draco's mouth tasted like strawberries on a summer day, his hair was so smooth….the wall was too hard against Harry's back, but that was a mind over matter issue.

His nose was being sabotaged by the smells of sweat and whisky and possibly hair gel and the hands of Draco Malfoy were sifting through his hair, so he most definitely didn't mind. Harry's own hands blindly dropped to grope and grasp the other boy's back, to travel closer and closer to the band of his boxers—

And then Draco stopped.

"Never have I ever….been a woman!" Lee said triumphantly. Ginny stared indignantly over her six remaining fingers,

"Yes, you have!"

Lee looked confuzzled. "No, I haven't."

"Yes, you have! Don't you remember, that bet with the twins—"

"That doesn't count!" Lee protested.

"Oh, please."

"I was drugged! It doesn't!"

"So were they. It does."

"Doesn't."

"Does."

"Doesn't!"

"Does!"

"DOESN'T"

"DOOOEEEESSSSSSSS!"

"Fine! Never have I ever used a tampon!"

"Fuck you."

"Nah. Couldn't get that lucky now, could I?"

"What is it?" Harry questioned breathlessly. Just when they were getting somewhere, all of Draco's interesting bits had to be withdrawn, damn it all.

But why should he care? He didn't care. He wasn't gay. He didn't like Draco Malfoy. It just happened to feel very pleasant when he caressed his bare skin with those long silky fingers….and he wore some kind of cologne….a very tantalizing cologne at that…..Harry inwardly cursed.

The nearly naked Draco frowned.

"Your glasses," he murmured.

"Your….stupid glasses….they're in the way." He paused again and softly clipped his fingers over one earpiece.

"Would it be all right if I took them off?"

Harry nodded dumbly. Yes, of course Draco could take off his glasses. He could take off anything he wanted to….Christ. Bad Harry. Very, very bad.

Draco must have been wearing cologne. How else could one single person generate the aroma of peaches and ocean breezes and fresh spring mornings all at one time? For that matter, how could one person be so pale and manage not to look pallid in moonlight, instead appearing to—oh, God—glow. Harry shook himself. His boxers seemed to have sprung a size smaller in the last thirty seconds. Bad Harry.

The glowing Draco Malfoy shook his shiny blonde hair out of his eyes and gestured toward the innocent looking bed.

"Shall we get this over with?" Once again, Harry nodded dumbly.

"All right." Draco drew a shaky breath. He stepped back.

Harry felt a surge of disappointment.

"You took my glasses off for nothing?" he whispered. Draco's pale eyebrow leapt a little.

"Did I do that? Did I really do that?"

"Do you want to have done it?" Harry pulled one of his feet off the floor. It never landed. Instead, the Boy Who Lived turned the tables in more ways than one by pushing himself up to the descendant of Death Eaters, and kissing him so enthusiastically that in doing so, managed to lose his balance. The two toppled over onto the sheets.

"No," Draco said meekly.

"Good." Harry's hand suddenly flailed away from the body next to him, grasping empty folds of blanket, searching.

"What're you looking for?"

"Booze," Harry said absentmindedly. His hand was suddenly stopped, locked into Draco's fingers.

"What makes you think we'll need it?"

"You've never entered a wet tee-shirt contest?" Lee said in shock. Ginny shrugged.

"Where I'm from, they're not considered proper."

"And that get-up is?" he said in wonder, gesturing at her lace thong and bra. Ginny grinned deviously.

"Well, mum can't see beyond my robes….unless she truly tries….let me rephrase that. Where I'm from, wet tee-shirt contests aren't considered normal."

"Shame. You'd be such a good candidate."

"Shut up, Lee. Never have I ever peed standing up."

Now isn't everyone extremely pissed off at me? Heh I figured, I decided to write it in that agonizing Tolkein style, where right when you get to the good stuff all off a sudden you have to read about the other characters for 200 pages, that always ticked me off, and henceforth I'm assuming that this little ditty of mine with certainly aggravate some readers, but hey what can you do?