"Harry, what is going?" Ron demanded Saturday night. Harry looked up from his Potions homework, clearly confused. Hermione's attention was also drawn away from her essay by Ron's outburst.
"Huh?" Harry replied, unsure what Ron was on about. Ron huffed quietly and looked around surreptitiously. He noticed several third year watching them curiously. Instead of answering Harry, he seized his arm and began dragging him up the boys' staircase.
Hermione followed quietly, unsure if Ron wanted to see Harry alone. Either way she would find out what was going on.
Harry wrenched his arm out of Ron's iron grip and scowled at him as he continued up the stairs. He glanced back at the following Hermione. She shrugged and they followed Ron into the dorms.
Once they were all in the dorm, Ron shut the door and turned to face Harry. He seemed surprised that Hermione was present.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. Hermione narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend.
"Excuse me, Ronald, but I think I have a right to know what's going on." Ron just stared at her, obviously unclear on what to do. He didn't want to offend her anymore or else suffer the consequences later.
"Okay..." In the end he settled for not saying anything more to her. Instead he turned to Harry, who was still clueless as to the situation.
"What are you doing, Ron?" Harry asked quizzically.
"I think the better question is, what are you doing?" Ron said harshly. At Harry's blank expression, he huffed and elaborated. "I just heard Pansy talking to Zabini, and she was saying that Malfoy won't talk to anyone in the dorm and that he's like a shut-in."
"So?" Harry asked.
"So," Ron said exasperatedly, "Were you trying to like kill him or something?" Harry stared at Ron for half a second before bursting into raucous laughter. Ron stood there scowling at Harry's actions. He turned to Hermione for support and was shocked to see that she was also desperately trying to hold in her laughter as well.
"Will someone tell me what the hell is so funny?" Ron exclaimed. Harry was unable to answer as he was doubled over in laughter. Hermione sobered herself up enough to answer Ron.
"Ron, that's not what Harry was doing," she said placatingly.
"How do you know what he's doing?" Ron asked incredulously. Hermione sighed and patted Ron comfortingly on the arm.
"It's okay. I know." He gaped at her, then rounded on Harry.
"You told her? What about the plan?" Ron yelled, his voice jumping an octave or two in his fury. By then Harry had managed to stop laughing. He turned to face Ron seriously.
"I didn't tell her," Harry said. "I told you I wouldn't, that we couldn't."
"So?" Ron asked, not understanding.
"I didn't tell her. Pansy did," Harry said simply. Ron's mouth fell open as he gaped at Harry.
"What?" He squeaked. Hermione felt it was her turn to intervene.
"Don't worry, Ron. Pansy's not part of anything anymore. We don't have to worry about her anymore." Ron continued to stare at Harry.
"But-bu-But-bu--I'm so confused," Ron said, sitting down on the nearest bed and putting his head in his hands. Hermione smiled grimly and went over to sit next to him.
She put a hand on his leg comfortingly and smiled up at Harry. Harry sighed, deciding the time had finally come to let Ron in on the whole plan. He went and sat on the other side of Ron.
"Ron, there's something I need to tell you..."
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"Zabini," Seamus called just as Blaise was about to head down the stairs to the dungeons, leading to the Slytherin common room. He stopped with one foot down the stair and looked back.
Seamus was standing, leaning against a pillar, near the steps in the Entrance Hall. He looked cool and unconcerned. Blaise paused for a second before turning around and retracing his steps. Pansy, with whom he'd been walking, shook her head and rolled her eyes in disgust and continued on her way.
"What do you want?" He asked coolly on approaching Seamus. Seamus shifted his weight onto his other foot while still leaning against the pillar.
"Actually, I was just wondering something," he said smoothly, not looking at Blaise, but instead examining his nails. Blaise's eyes flickered to his hand for half a second before moving back up to his face.
"Oh, really? And what would that be?" Blaise asked with a smirk on his face. Seamus turned to face Blaise, his sea-green eyes taking in the chiseled features of the gorgeous Italian.
"What are your intentions with Harry?" Seamus asked seriously. Blaise was taken aback.
"What?" He asked. Seamus sighed in frustration as though Blaise was being difficult.
"Harry, I've seen you watching him, and I want to be sure you're good for him." Blaise couldn't fathom why he was asking these questions. Harry was supposed to have helped him.
"I don't want Potter," Blaise said plainly. Seamus looked unconvinced.
"Sure, you don't," he said in a tone clearly indicating disbelief.
"I don't!" Blaise exclaimed.
"Uh huh," Seamus said slowly. "If you don't want him to know, that's okay, but I really need to know what qualities you look for."
Blaise was simply flabbergasted at the questions. How could this have happened? Ohh, he was going to kill Potter.
"My qualities?" Blaise repeated. Seamus looked on expectantly. "Uh...well, he has to be smart, and gorgeous, of course."
"Of course," Seamus agreed with a smile. Blaise eyed him carefully before continuing.
"Yeah, and not that it's a big deal, but, uh, I tend to favor blondes," Blaise said with the raise of an eyebrow. Seamus gave him an odd look.
"Well, thanks, Zabini. I'll keep that in mind." Then Seamus turned and walked up the stairs to the tower. Blaise watched him go, wondering what the hell had just happened. He figured he had something to discuss with Potter at their next meeting.
Seamus walked up the stairs, trying desperately to keep the giant smile that was threatening to take over his features from blossoming. Blaise's answer had been perfect. Harry's suggestion to look deeper had definitely paid off. Now the only obstacle was getting Blaise.
Seamus decided he would work on that later. He pushed open the portrait hall and walked into a huge row between Ron and Harry. All the other students were frozen in place watching. Harry was standing with his arms crossed, glaring at Ron. He looked bored as though the argument was stupid.
Ron was standing 5 feet away, his hands down by his sides, balled into fists. His face was red as though he'd been yelling. Hermione was sitting in the background, working on her essay as though nothing was going on.
"You lied to me!" Ron yelled. Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes at Ron, seemingly making him even more incensed.
"I did not lie to you," Harry replied snidely. "I just didn't tell you the whole truth."
"It's the same thing!" Ron exclaimed. Harry threw up his hands in frustration.
"It is not!" He replied.
"It is too, Harry, and you know it," Ron said, his voice now low and dangerous.
"Right," Harry said sarcastically and turned away. Ron stared at his back, his face growing red again.
"How could you do that, Harry?" He yelled. Harry whipped around, his face angry.
"I didn't do anything...yet," he responded. The last word was caught by Ron and seemed to make him even angrier, if possible.
"That's just it! 'Yet', were you planning on telling me about this?" Ron yelled.
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed. "I was, but you aren't exactly the most open-minded person when it comes to him!" Ron looked as though that blow hurt. He visibly recoiled at Harry's words.
"I am open-minded!" Ron said.
"Yeah, right. So why are you so mad right now, then?" Harry asked snidely. Ron spluttered about for a minute but couldn't seem to come up with an answer. "See, that's what I thought," Harry said viciously. Ron came to his senses and found some words immediately.
"Oh, Harry, you are such a hypocrite!"
"Me?" Harry exclaimed in disgust. "What about you? You wanted to know, so I told you, and now you're mad at me!" Ron looked slightly guilty, but he wasn't about to admit he was wrong quite yet.
"Well, I didn't keep a secret from my best friend," he said mutinously. Hermione seemed to have had enough of being quiet. She turned around in her chair to look over the back at the two.
"Ron, it was pretty obvious. It's not like it was that big of a secret. Why did you think he was doing it anyway? You really thought he could be that spiteful over nothing?" Ron turned to his girlfriend and stared at her.
"So you're all against me?" He asked. Hermione sighed and shook her head.
"No, Ron. I'm just telling you the truth."
"Right, 'the truth'. How am I supposed to tell what the truth is when both of you have been lying to me?" Ron asked snidely.
"We have not been lying to you!" Harry yelled, having had enough of Ron's incorrect ideas.
"Then what do you call it, Harry?" Ron asked in pretend interest.
"I call it having a best friend who's too absorbed in himself to notice what's going on with his best friend!" Harry exclaimed.
"I do notice!" Ron protested. Harry scoffed at his answer.
"Yeah? Then why is this such a shock to you?" He asked. Before Ron could answer, he pushed past him and out the portrait hole. The contents of the common room stood in shocked silence, watching Ron. Ron stared after Harry, not noticing all the onlookers.
Eventually, everyone went back to their previous activities, now discussing the fight they had just witnessed. No one knew what it had been about. According to a first year, they had come down from the dorm yelling about something or other. The name Malfoy had been mentioned once, but other than that there were no clues as to what the argument had been about.
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Harry stormed down through the halls, still fuming over his argument with Ron. He couldn't believe that Ron had gone that far. He had NOT lied to him! Simply withholding the truth was not the same thing. He had expected him to react badly, but not this badly.
Harry paced through the corridors, not really noticing where he was going. He found himself in front of the wall that held the room of requirement. He looked at the blank space of wall and had a sudden idea.
i 'I need a place to relax, I need somewhere where I don't have to think, I need a distraction,' /i Harry thought. Immediately after his third turn a door appeared in the stone. Harry pulled it open and found a lavish room complete with a large bed, some bottles of liquor, and a large fireplace. Harry sighed a relieved sigh and entered.
There was another door on the other side of the room. Harry turned around to admire the soft sheets on the bed. He heard the creak of a door and whipped around. He saw Draco emerging from inside the door. From a glimpse, it looked kind of like a bathroom.
Draco looked up and Harry saw that his eyes seemed slightly unfocused. Draco saw Harry and took a step toward him when he stumbled over nothing. Harry watched him curiously.
"Potter," Draco slurred semi-maliciously. Harry watched as Draco moved closer, weaving from side to side.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked. "How are you in here?" Draco heaved a sigh and moved closer. Harry watched as he withdrew a large bottle of liquid and took a big gulp.
"There's a door, isn't there?" Draco drawled slowly, as if the words were having trouble getting off his tongue.
"Uh...yeah," Harry agreed slowly. Draco shook his finger at Harry repeatedly as though he couldn't stop the motion.
"See, I knew you were smart," he slurred. Harry watched in amazement as Draco took another swig of the bottle he was carrying. Seeing Harry watching, Draco held it out to him. "Wan' some?"
Harry leaned over and sniffed the bottle. He pulled back quickly, as the smell was so strong.
"What is it?" He asked. Draco wandered over to the bed and flopped down on it in a very un-ceremonious manner, completely un-Malfoyish.
"I dunno, it wasson the table," Draco said, trying to indicate, but his arm seemed too heavy for him and it flopped back down to his side. Harry walked over to the table, noting how Draco's eyes followed his every move. He picked up one of the many bottles and read the label.
"'Dragon Tonic; The most powerful alcoholic beverage known to the wizarding world,'" Harry stopped reading and looked over at Draco, who was lying on his back on the bed watching as he waved his own hand in front of him. He seemed enthralled. Harry turned back to the bottle. "'One sip and your inhibitions go out the window. Perfect for parties...'" Draco's bottle was already half empty.
Harry walked over to the bed and pulled it out of his hand. He let it go easily, now absorbed in the intricate pattern of thread on the bedspread.
"Look, Harry!" He exclaimed, pointing to the bed. Harry moved over closer to look. "The thread changes colors! Here it's blue and then...it changes to green!" Draco seemed positively excited at the change. Harry gave him an odd look.
"That's great, Draco," Harry told him complacently. Draco looked up at him and smiled a genuine smile. Harry couldn't help being captivated by the childish innocence that shown through.
"Here, have some tonic!" Draco said, holding up his hand that had previously been holding the bottle. He looked at it oddly as though wondering where the bottle had gone. "Where'd it go...?" Harry had to restrain himself from laughing. This Draco was just too funny.
Harry held up his hand to show the bottle. Draco's eyes widened in recognition and held out his hand to take it back.
"Oh, no," Harry said, "You've had too much already." Draco's face immediately went into a pout.
"But I want it," he said sadly.
"I thought you wanted me to have it?" Harry asked. Draco paused and looked as though he was thinking hard.
"Oh yeah," he said finally, "But don't drink it all." Harry nodded slowly and held up the bottle. He looked at it closely for a second, then decided that the room wouldn't have given it to him if it hadn't fallen under the qualifications of no thinking and distractions.
He lifted the bottle to his lips, as Draco watched in pure fascination. The amber liquid slid down his throat and Draco watched in raptured amusement. Harry grimaced as the alcohol flowed into his mouth. He put the bottle down on the table next to the bed and looked around.
He expected the room to be spinning or something, while really it was the same as ever. He turned to Draco who was still watching him, though his eyes seemed to be fixed on his mouth.
"Didja like it?" He asked eagerly.
"Um, yeah," Harry agreed. His answer appeared to please Draco. Harry thought that it must take more than one drink to affect him as much as Draco.
Draco crawled backwards onto the bed and Harry watched. He settled himself cross legged at the head of the bed, near the pillow. Harry was still sitting on the edge of the bed, wondering at the effects of the alcohol.
He heard Draco sigh and felt a tugging on his shirt. He was about to turn when he felt hot breath on his ear.
"Are you coming back here or not?" Draco asked, oblivious to the effects he was having on Harry. He had moved forward a little so he was right next to Harry. Harry had to snap himself out of his state of frozenness.
Harry turned to face him and Draco moved back on the bed, pulling Harry by his shirt. Harry climbed up onto the bed, kicking off his shoes in the process. Draco lay down on his back, pulling Harry up over him. Harry stared down at him, unsure of what to do.
His qualms were solved as Draco grabbed the back of his neck and drug him down in to a fiery kiss. Harry quickly took control of the kiss and slid his tongue into the willing blonde's mouth. Draco groaned as Harry's tongue glided over his teeth and tongue. Harry sucked on Draco's lower lip and was rewarded with a deep moan.
His hands traveled under the thin material of Draco's cotton wife-beater. He slid his hands up Draco's sides, reveling in the feel of his smooth, milky skin. Draco's hands were in his hair, continuing the kiss. Draco arched into Harry, allowing for his erection to brush against Harry's.
Harry gasped at the movement. He pulled back slightly to look at Draco. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shining. Draco cocked his head to the side momentarily before Harry swooped down and caught his lips in a surprised kiss.
Harry made quick work of Draco's clothes and soon he was down to his boxers. Draco squirmed under Harry's weight as he rested in between his legs. Harry leaned down and began kissing his neck. Draco groaned loudly. Harry's hands were busy tracing patterns on his Quidditch toned muscles.
"Please, Harry," Draco breathed, unable to stand it much longer. Harry kissed him quickly and sat up to take off his shirt. Draco went with him, but Harry pushed him away.
"Uh uh," he scolded lightly. Draco pouted while his eyes glued themselves to Harry's torso. Once Harry was completely naked, Draco reached up and pulled him back down for another long kiss. Harry pulled out of it eventually and stripped off Draco's last remaining article of clothing.
"Are you ready?" he asked quietly. Draco nodded fervently. Harry bit his lip and slowly inserted a finger. Draco immediately stilled at the intrusion. Harry watched him carefully. He then slid in one more finger. Draco was panting heavily by now.
"Come on," he begged. "Fuck, hurry up, Harry!" Harry smiled slightly and removed his fingers. He looked around and immediately a tube of lube appeared on the bedside table. He grabbed it and coated his now rock hard cock. He whispered a few protection spells then positioned himself at Draco's entrance.
Draco whimpered slightly as Harry pushed himself in. Once he was fully in, Draco wiggled slightly.
"Oh, god, move!" He ordered. Harry began thrusting slowly, building up momentum. Draco's breathing became harsher with each push.
When Harry hit his prostrate, Draco screamed out in ecstasy. Harry continued to thrust, hardly controlling himself.
"Harry, I need to-" Draco said but was cut off with a particularly violent thrust from Harry. His body arched into Harry and Harry felt himself climaxing.
He collapsed as waves of pleasure flowed over his body. He panted into the pillow for a minute. He finally turned on to his side to look at Draco. He was lying on his back, breathing hard. He looked at Harry when he moved and also turned to his side.
He moved closer and kissed Harry softly. They pulled back slowly. Harry watched him carefully. Draco smiled slightly and buried his head in Harry's neck and sighed contentedly.
"Mmm, Harry?" He murmured. Harry ran a hand through his hair, holding Draco to him.
"Yeah?" He asked softly.
"I think I love you," Draco breathed. Harry perked up immediately.
"What?" He asked. When he got no answer, he said, "Draco?" But Draco had fallen asleep.
A/N: I hope you liked this one! Drunk Draco was lots of fun, hehe :) please review!