Luna sat stunned a few moments at the honest response from Harry. It kept going over in her head; how Harry had denied himself all feeling for Draco (in response never feeling the heart fluttering anymore) yet how he contradicted himself by saying he was in love with Draco. Being enigmatic was one thing, but to be down right puzzling was another.

"Go back to when you met Calix." Luna demanded, her thoughts scattered and her voice rather wafty.

Harry had no choice but to relive those very moments.

AxAxAx

…Draco looked hurt when I told him that I was spending the night out with Ron and I am sure as he walked away he muttered something about not being able to go. For a moment I was surprised how he didn't stomp around, calling Ron a weasel then emotionally blackmailing me as he would have all those years ago. Instead, he accepted what I gave him with as much dignity as the poor Draco within could muster. I did my very best the night to set Draco up with enough things to keep him busy until I got back, like rent a few videos I thought he would enjoy and buying him a new book to read.

I left that night, wearing the best clothes for the occasion, hopeful that Draco could amuse himself despite the little nagging voice in my head saying he shouldn't be left alone. I apparated to the arrival point outside the Wizard run restaurant Ron's work had hired for the Christmas party. It was rather fancy, but I expected that as Ron worked for a prestigious firm of magical law enforcers. Ron's job was much like an aurors, except he didn't have so much work that required duelling. It was all rather complicated, so I won't go into that too much.

Much like any dinner party, there was good food, excellent wine, fantastic people and dancing and soon enough in my hazy stage I found myself being dragged from my seat towards a dance floor. I was reluctant to go at first, because lets face it; the Yule Ball proved I wasn't cut from the same cloth as those that could dance, but when I protested I could only be soothed by the person dragging me to the floor.

"Please Hermione!" I yelled over the music, because she knew I couldn't dance. I really didn't want to be embarrassed in front of everyone.

"Here, I'm going to show you!" She reassured me, yet I still felt uncomfortable with the whole situation.

Hermione placed her feminine hands on my hips and pushed either down so they swayed with the music. The rhythm came to me easy enough and I think Hermione found it hard to believe that I could dance on my own, so quickly. Maybe it was the drinks, or the atmosphere but I was on fire… dancing, singing and laughing along with Hermione like we used too, in school.

Ron, I noticed, became slightly green eyed after a few songs and quickly took Hermione away from me. I was left on the dance floor embarrassed as people stood with their dancing partners all around me, moving with the music and I really felt exposed at that moment. I decided to leave the dance floor, to return to my seat but my actions were stopped before I had even moved.

I turned around to the person gripping my shoulder and smiled at the handsome, tall man looking at me expectantly. He had eyes shaped femininely which I could faintly tell were dark brown, that looked almost black. He had broad shoulders and a small waist which were accentuated by his dress shirt and topped off by his dress pants.

"Mind dancing with a man?" He asked over the hum of music, and I felt excited then and there. He was gorgeous, really gorgeous!

I nodded, to smashed out of the situation to comprehend words, and I moved into his arms to dance the night away… or as long as he kept me. I know now I didn't think of Draco once that night, but that would be the only time I didn't.

As the night came to a close, after a few more drinks and one more dance the stranger who held me very close our whole dancing pulled me aside. "And your name…?" He asked like I hadn't answered the question before.

"Harry." I gave, smiling whilst looking up at him. He nodded, a grin firmly in place and I could see the attraction in his eyes.

"I'm Calix." He responded. We stood there, looking at each other for a few moments until Hermione bustled up to me, offering to go home. I nodded at her, motioning that I would be a minute.

"Here's my floo address, come by tonight if you wish…" I gave him a slip of paper that for some reason already had my address on it.

"See you later then?" I nodded and he went towards the cloak room, before turning back and leaving a chaste kiss on my lips that stung against all the virginity inside of me, which was so desperate to get out.

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"Draco!" I shouted, drunk, throughout the house. I could hear rustling from the kitchen so I decided to go that way to look for him. When I arrived I saw Draco desperately trying to put cream on his fresh tattoo, and in honest it wasn't working.

"Harry?" He mewled, and I nodded with a smile on my face. Tentatively I took the cream from his hand, and turned him towards me so I could look at him whilst I rubbed the cream over his back. He moaned happily at the touch, his eyes fluttering closed every few seconds and for the first time, I saw him completely content.

Slowly, he raised his hands to my shoulders as a way to balance himself at I began to massage his tense shoulders into soft muscle. I couldn't identify how it happened, it just did. He lowered his head to my right shoulder, on the way his cheek brushed against mine, causing me to shiver. "That feels so good…" He whispered, as I started my ministrations down his chest.

I could only agree that it did feel good, to do this. I was so intoxicated though that it would have felt good to do this to anyone, but if I am honest it felt special hearing him enjoy himself like he was.

My hands moved over to his sides, and he moved closer. "Don't stop…" He whispered again, but for some reason I knew I had too.

"Draco, I have someone coming over in a minute." He looked up, his eyes so close to mine that I found it difficult to focus. He looked confused, but I wouldn't back down just because of him.

"Who?" He moved closer, which I found weird but I took no notice of it at the time.

"Someone I met tonight." I told honestly.

"Have fun, Harry…" He said dejectedly, pushing me away from his balance on my shoulders and stalking with hurt towards his bedroom.

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Calix and I sat on my sofa, all the doors in the room shut, giggling over a bottle of wine. "So Ron is terrified of spiders?" He asked, amused.

"I recommend putting a fake one in his coffee cup; he will scream like a girl!" I offered, as I had found out Calix and Ron worked next to each other.

The giggling died down shortly, and we were left in comfortable silence. Calix shifted on the sofa which landed him closer to me. "Enough of your friends, Harry," He said looking at me, which made me avert my gaze, "Tell me about you?"

"What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Everything!" He demanded, which I chuckled at again.

"Specific?"

"Do you like me?" He asked. I shivered at the gaze and yet I was excited at the whole question.

Of course I liked him; he was one of the most good looking people I had ever seen: A dark version of Draco.

I nodded.

"Can I kiss you?"

I took no time to respond to that one, because soon enough we were a grinding couple, kissing like it was something we did everyday.

I wish I had of known then that tears were being shed over our very actions, because maybe I wouldn't… maybe I just wouldn't have…

I really don't like this chapter! My insperations at the moment are to heavy, so my writing is a under pressure. I hope you like this though, it means alot!

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