Authors Note One: Because I finished a couple projects today, I decided to reward myself by writing this chapter – even though I keep saying no more chapters until I return from Vegas!

Authors Note Two: Before you flame me - They will be meeting up in a couple of chapters, promise! Halloween is not very far off. Just take a couple breaths and forgive me for being ever-so-slow with them finally meeting. I would like to quote caltha who said, "It's great it's taking so long, cuz otherwise the original storyline would be over, and either the story would be finished, or the story would drag on.." --so hugs to caltha--

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:Chapter Eleven: Dandy Candy

Saturday morning, Harry woke up feeling a little hung-over. His body refused to move, his mind felt a bit foggy, and his muscles were sore.

"Uhhh. What the hell? Oh yeah, the party last night." Harry said out loud while covering his eyes with his arm to block out the sun.

"Yeah mate, I tried to find you last night before I left, but Hermione said you were already in bed. What happened?" Ron said from his four-poster.

"I'm not sure. The last thing I remember is dancing… With Graham Pritchard? Oh hell, I let him kiss me." Harry said as he smacked his palm to his forehead. "What the hell was I thinking?"

"You only kissed him once, and then you basically told him to fuck off." Seamus added.

"Thanks, that's good to know." Harry told him. "And thanks to whomever brought me to bed."

When no one answered, Harry added, "Um, guys. Which one of you brought me?"

No one answered again. "How the hell did I get to bed?" Harry asked again.

"I don't know."

"I didn't bring you."

"Wasn't me."

"Oh hell, I'll ask Hermione later." Harry mumbled.

"I almost forgot," Ron announced, "Owen Cauldwell told me to give you this pill for your hangover." He then threw a little capsule onto Harry's bedcovers.

"How come I've never seen this version before?" Harry asked him.

"I think my twin brothers gave Owen a bag of them to hand out, since they knew everyone would be drinking too much firewhiskey."

Harry picked up the capsule and looked at it. It was clear with liquid pink on the inside. "No offense Ron, but if these are from Fred and George, there is no way I am taking it without seeing the side effects first."

Ron laughed. "I don't blame you. But don't complain about your head all day when I just handed you a cure."

"A possible cure. Fine. I'll carry it with me and try to find someone who's already taken one and see how they're feeling."

Harry slowly leaned up and crawled out of bed. That's when he noticed he was shirtless and quickly removed his necklace. A couple of cat-calls had Harry begging his friends to not be so loud.

"So how was everyone's night?" Harry asked his roommates.

"My Quill-match is Hannah Abbott! We had a nice time talking all night." Dean told everyone.

"I made out with a cute boy from Ravenclaw." Seamus said. "Oh, and I saw Ron making out with Luna Lovegood for a couple hours." He said while throwing a grin at Ron.

"Yeah, how'd that work out?" Harry asked him.

"Eh, you know. She's pretty entertaining – I can't deny that. And once she shuts up about all the random weird stuff she knows, she's alright to be around." Ron said.

"Well I am glad it worked out. Do you have plans with her later?" Harry wondered.

"Yeah, we're getting together next Saturday at Hogsmeade. And the Halloween Party is in two Saturdays after that – so if things go nicely, we might go to that as well."

The mention of the upcoming Halloween Party made Harry's stomach twist and turn. He was so excited to meet his Mischief, that he wasn't sure how he could get through the next few weeks.

"Let's go shower." Someone said. They all grabbed their supplies and change of clothes.

Harry took a quick hot shower to relieve his muscles, but he couldn't stay in the heat long due to his hangover.

-o-O-o-

Hermione was already sitting in the Common Room when the boys appeared. She immediately started blushing.

"What's with you?" Harry asked her. When she shook her head, he asked her, "Do you know how I got to bed last night? I'm still trying to piece everything together."

"I helped." She answered, hoping Harry wouldn't press her for more information. Last night Pansy told her that she might not want to mention Draco helped carry him to bed. Hermione agreed that it was probably a good idea to keep it secret.

"Oh okay, thanks. I'm glad you helped me."

She nodded and they all walked to the Great Hall for breakfast.

As soon as they entered, they noticed a few of the students were acting very unlike themselves. A few were acting so hyper and energetic, you'd think they were still at the Party from last night.

"Wonder what's up with them?" Ron asked.

Smirking, Harry threw the liquid capsule at Ron. "I recognize most of the hyper kids from the bar last night. Looks like your brothers found a way to change the hangover feeling into hyperness. Now way am I going to take it now." He said as he sat down and shoved the plate out of his way so he could lay his head down on the table.

"Wouldn't you rather be hyper and laughing, than hung-over and plugging your ears?" Ron asked him.

"I'm not that hung-over. Just a bit. I mean, I haven't thrown up or anything. Everything just sounds crazy loud and my head feels like some body is squeezing it. I don't even have a headache." Harry answered through the arms he was resting his head on.

"Hey, Hermione, why are you sitting on this side of the table? You always sit over there?" Ron asked her.

"Oh, just a change of scenery." She said while trying not to look at the Slytherin table, because she knew that would cause her to start grinning like mad.

-o-O-o-

Across the room, Draco was watching the Gryffindor table and trying to ignore the mass of hyper students that were being loud and obnoxious.

"For fuck sake. What's gotten into everyone?" Draco said out loud.

"I heard that Owen Cauldwell gave out some hangover reducing pills last night. But he got them from the Weasley twins – which explains what we're witnessing now." Graham Pritchard said from a few seats down.

Draco didn't thank him for the information. Instead, he looked over and gave his most intimidating glare to Graham, who dropped his head and quickly continued eating his breakfast. Draco was still jealous about the kiss last night. Even though part of him knew that Pansy was the only one with knowledge of his love for the Golden Boy, so Graham should be forgiven; the other part of Draco's mind was screaming, "Revenge!"

Draco looked back at the Gryffindor table and wondered why Harry was still having a bit of a hangover, since most of the other drinking kids had taken something for it. Then he remembered seeing Harry throw something small and pill-formed at Ron when they entered the Great Hall. Smiling internally, Draco silently commended Harry on waiting out to see the risks of taking the pill. Although, it just went to show how much Harry didn't trust people.

After watching Harry with his head on his arms for a bit, he turned his attention to Pansy. "So, tell me all about last night and your match. What did you say her nickname was?"

"Leaf. And, I wish I could say she isn't my type, but to be honest - she was looking pretty fucking hot in that body-forming dress last night."

"So is it mostly sexual, or are there feelings between you two?"

"Ha, both actually, but with focus mainly on my sexual appetite. Who knows how things will turn out though? So, how are you feeling about the incident last night?"

"Not too pleased. But I can understand why it happened. I am just glad Jolt stopped things from going too far. I wouldn't have been able to refrain from hurting Graham Cracker over there for taking advantage." Draco said while tilting his head in Graham's direction.

"Well don't forget that no one knows you've claimed Harry."

"Yeah, yeah, I realize this. But that doesn't mean my rational side is in charge when my hands are busy wanting to reach for Graham's neck."

Pansy smiled and followed Draco when he stood up to leave the Great Hall. Usually Draco waited until Harry left the Hall first – but he wanted to mail off a letter to Jolt as soon as possible.

Making it down to the Dungeons, Draco left Pansy, Vincent, and Gregory in the Common Room. He went to his room and grabbed something from his trunk and took it to his desk. He wrote a letter to Jolt and mailed it, hoping that the vial would make it with it. He had never tried to send something with his letters before.

-o-O-o-

After breakfast, Harry returned to his room to lay down for a bit. He noticed his mailbox was glowing and he felt two things go through his mind. One was excitement and the other was guilt.

He pulled out the letter and almost dropped the small vial inside the rolled up parchment. Thankfully, his Seeker abilities weren't only for the field.

Unrolling the scroll, he read:

Dear Jolt,

I know that some how Hufflepuff got a hold of a lot of firewhiskey and many handfuls of students are now hungover. I am sending you a potion that helps reduce hangovers slightly, but makes it go away much faster. I made this potion myself, so I know there is no funny ingredients or side effects involved. Not sure if you need it or want it, but I am sending it just in case.

So did you have fun at the party last night? I did end up going, but it wasn't much fun without you in my arms. Yes, I realize it is my own fault for wanting to wait until Halloween. Last night I did regret my decision on waiting – but this morning it still feels like the right choice. I will see you three Saturdays from now and finally will get to touch you and hopefully feel how soft your lips feel against mine.

Snoggingly yours,

Mischief

-o-O-o-

Harry lifted the vial and looked at it. He uncapped it and drank it with one gulp. Then he wrote a response:

Dear Mischief,

I want to be honest with you. Something happened last night that I am feeling guilty about. I ended up drinking more than I intended and some guy kissed me. I kissed him back once and then when I thought about you – I immediately let him know that it wasn't going to happen again. I hope you can forgive me. I didn't intend it to happen. I have decided that if I can't control my actions, I just won't allow myself to drink.

Thank you for the anti-hangover potion. I can feel it working already. My head doesn't have as much pressure and noises are not as painful. I think I am going to take a nap as soon as I mail this off.

I will definitely see you at the Halloween Party, if you will still have me as your date (after what happened last night). Have you decided on what you are wearing yet, so we will know how to find each other in a crowd of dressed up people? I am still tossing around ideas. Let me know.

I hope to hear from you soon. If you are mad at me for kissing that guy last night, be honest with me. I care so much about you and I don't want to ever hurt your feelings. But I feel like I have to tell the truth. I don't ever want our relationship to have any lies.

Nap-time is calling,

Jolt

-o-O-o-

Minutes later, Draco read the letter and smiled. He was glad that Harry told him about the kiss. He was secretly worried that Harry would keep it from him; making trust issues become a problem later.

He didn't want to keep Harry worried, so he wrote off a quick letter and mailed it. Deciding to copy Harry, he decided to take a short nap.

-o-O-o-

Harry woke up from his brief nap and saw his mailbox glowing again. Nervously, he pulled out the parchment and unrolled it.

Dear Jolt,

I am glad you were honest with me about last night. I will say that I am very heartsick that it happened, but we haven't exactly promised anything to each other, so it isn't like you broke a pledge to stay true or anything.

Thankfully, kissing is as far as it got.

Yes, I still want you as my date on Halloween night. I haven't decided what I will wear either, but I will let you know as soon as I do.

I think I will copy you and take a short nap now,

Mischief

-o-O-o-

Harry felt slightly relieved that Mischief wasn't too upset with him. He wrote a response and mailed it off, before heading towards the Common Room to meet up with his friends. The weather was starting to get chilly outside, but he wanted to try and get Ron to go for a walk with him.

Entering the Common Room, he saw Ron playing a card game with Neville. Ron looked up and said hi. Neville nodded at him.

"Hey, Ron, after this card game will you go for a walk outside with me?"

"Sure thing." Ron answered.

About twenty minutes later, they were putting on their scarves and gloves and heading outside. They started walking in the direction of the empty Quidditch pitch.

"Is something wrong, Harry?" Ron inquired.

"Not really. I just wanted to talk to you about my Quill-match and maybe get some input from you."

Ron felt elated. The fact that Harry was coming to him for advice made him feel very important. He knew he was his best friend, but this entire year they didn't seem to be talking as much as usual.

Seeing the look on Ron's face made Harry glad he chose to come talk to him.

"My match's name is Mischief –"

"Sounds fun!" Ron interrupted.

Harry grinned. "Yeah, I think so too. Well we have talked about so many things over the past couple of months. I really feel like I might be falling for him even though we haven't met yet. I am so pulled in by the things he writes to me and the feelings he shares. Hearing from him is always the high point of my day." Harry started. "I just want to know – is it silly for me to be feeling this way so soon… especially when we haven't even met yet?"

"Oh man. Even between the letters Luna and I sent, I didn't get that strong of a feeling. I just knew that she made me laugh and I would probably like her company in person too."

"So, you don't think I'm over reacting and putting too much faith into this?"

"Definitely not. Just go with your heart. What is it telling you?"

"It's telling me that I found the love of my life. I feel so lucky. I also feel like I am being tortured because I want so badly to meet him."

"Did you tell him about you kissing Graham last night?"

"Yeah, I couldn't keep it from him. If Mischief had kissed someone, I would have wanted to know. Of course, I'm not sure I would have taken it as well as he did. I would probably be upstairs refusing to get out of bed."

"I've never seen you like this before. So you must feel very strongly for this guy."

"I do." Harry admitted. "So how are things going between you and Luna?"

"Not bad so far. I'll admit I was embarrassed that she was my match at first. But then she made me laugh all night and I couldn't help but want to kiss her."

Harry smiled. "I am glad things are working out between you two. And thanks for talking with me." Harry added.

"No problem. It's getting really cold out, we should go back inside."

-o-O-o-

Draco woke up from his nap and read the letter he pulled from his glowing mailbox.

Dear Mischief,

I know we haven't promised anything to each other yet. So here is my first promise: I have decided that I want to give my heart to you. I promise not to disrespect you again by letting someone else touch me. I have decided that if I can't control myself – I just won't allow myself to drink any alcohol again. It isn't fair to you. I can't even imagine how I would feel if you wrote me today saying that you had snogged someone last night. My heart hurts even thinking about it.

So I apologize again and hope you truthfully mean it when you say you still want to meet up with me and you aren't mad at me.

With deep remorse,

Your Jolt

-o-O-o-

Draco was almost in tears after reading it. He wrote a letter to Harry telling him that he felt the same way and promised that he would be true to him as well. Touching the bracelet Harry made for him sent shivers through his body.

-o-O-o-

The weekend passed by and classes were back in session. It was interesting to watch the new dating pairs in the hallways. People you would never imagine dating, were sighing contentedly and holding hands everywhere they went now. Harry was envious, but at the same time, he knew that his meeting with Mischief was coming up soon. Their bond was growing stronger with every letter sent.

Half a week had gone by since the Hufflepuff party. Harry was rushing to grab his schoolwork before his first morning class. He realized he was out of ink for his quill, so he opened his trunk to grab a new bottle. When he was digging around for it, his hand rubbed against something unfamiliar, so he lifted it up.

'Oh, I had forgotten about these.' Harry thought while looking at the Dandy Candy Fred and George had given to him. He made a promise to himself to experiment with them later that night.

He grabbed the new inkbottle and jetted off to class. Panting, he sat next to Hermione and Ron just seconds before Professor McGonagall entered the room and started on her lesson. Ron gave Harry a quizzing look. Harry lifted his new inkbottle and Ron mouthed 'Oh.'

After the rest of his classes, he decided to go figure out the Dandy Candy. Running upstairs and changing out of his school uniform, he put on some jeans and a band shirt. Then, finding Ron in the Common Room, he asked him, "What were the instructions for the candy we got from Fred and George?"

"You hold it in your hand and say 'Excipio.' Then you have thirty seconds to put your emotions into it. When someone eats it, they actually feel what you were feeling for thirty seconds." Ron then added, "Oi, man, did you hear about the candy I gave to Dean?"

"No, I didn't."

"It was hilarious. I held it in my hand when I was in potions class getting yelled at by Snape last week. After Dean had eaten it, he was in a bad mood for like an hour! I want to try more, but I only bought a few."

Harry laughed and thanked him for the information.

He went up to his bedroom and grabbed the candy. Some of his roommates were in the room so he decided to go somewhere else. He ended up choosing to use the Room of Requirement. After pacing back and forth a few times thinking, 'I need a relaxing room with a soft bed,' he walked through the door.

The room he entered was one he had never used before. It was dimly lit and the candles were reflecting off the walls. There was a large round canopy bed in the middle of the room. All the satiny fabrics were in the navy blue family, except some of the pillows were olive green and cream.

Harry walked over to the bed and pulled the covers down. He then removed all of his clothing and lay down. He knew the impression he wanted to put into the candy, but was a bit unsure of himself. Finally, he decided to just go for it.

He started touching himself tentatively at first, running his fingertips down his body imagining it was Mischief. After teasing himself by tracing quite a few circles around his growing organ, he reached for it and automatically squeezed his toes shut. With his hand now around his large shaft, he began caressing it; slowly at first, but after a few minutes, he was moving much faster.

When he guessed he could only hold out for another half minute, he reached over and grabbed the candy with his empty hand and spelled Excipio. Thankfully he could do wandless magic since his two hands were now busy.

He thought about what it would feel like if Mischief was there with him, causing his body to send electric shocks throughout. He felt like he was floating and becoming lightheaded. Goosebumps appeared, his flesh was radiating heat, and yet, somehow he suddenly felt chills on his body. Just when twenty seconds hit, he exploded everywhere. It shot up many inches and fell onto the covers and some onto the floor. His orgasm was so intense, he couldn't move for many seconds except to uncurl his toes. With the last seconds he had, he tried to picture as much desire and need as he could.

Minutes later, he finally sat up and did a cleaning spell. Getting dressed, he walked out of the room towards Gryffindor Tower. Once he entered his room, he pulled some parchment out of his trunk and wrote a quick letter to Mischief. He paused right before he stuck the paper and candy in the mailbox. What if Mischief didn't like this or thought he was coming on to him too strongly? What if he thought Harry's orgasm was a joke? What if this made Mischief not want to talk to him any longer? He shoved those thoughts aside and quickly put the parchment and candy into the mailbox before he could change his mind.

As he walked back into the Common Room, he noticed it was eerily empty. Suddenly, Neville appeared from the Fat Lady portrait and stood in front of him.

"You're late for the D.A. meeting!" Neville chastised.

"Oh man, I forgot about it, sorry." He told Neville as they rushed back out the portrait and ran towards the Room of Requirement. Harry was glad he could blame the red in his cheeks on the running and not have to explain that he was just there… using the room not even half an hour earlier. This was going to be a very interesting meeting for sure.

-o-O-o-

"Hey Draco, your mailbox is glowing." Gregory said as he entered Slytherin Common Room.

Draco lept up from his favorite couch, smirked at Pansy, and walked towards his dorm room.

He took the letter from his mailbox and a piece of candy fell out. He barely caught it before it hit the floor.

Opening the piece of paper, he read:

My Mischief Boy,

This is a new type of candy called Dandy Candy. I have charmed it to hold thirty seconds of my feelings for you. I hope you enjoy it.

Just a warning – make sure you are alone before you eat it. Hope to hear from you soon.

Your Jolt

-o-O-o-

Draco looked around his room and noticed that no one was there other than himself. He wondered what the big deal was, having to be alone. It was just a piece of candy.

So he set the parchment down and opened the candy wrapper. Popped it in his mouth and started to chew. Suddenly he was hit by a train of emotion. He fell hard to his knees and couldn't move from that position. His eyes went blank and his erection almost burst through his pants. He could feel the lust and desire Harry had for him and he seriously almost had a heart attack from joy. His heart was pounding so fast and he could feel Harry getting closer to orgasm. Draco didn't even need to touch himself to be in pace with Harry. His body was keeping up on it's own. In those thirty seconds, Draco felt more sexual hunger than he ever felt with anyone else in his life.

He could feel Harry's orgasm rocketing and spraying everywhere. Draco's orgasm did the same, but thankfully it was caught by his pants. He drenched them. After the orgasm, he fell to his side and stayed there for about ten minutes seemingly paralyzed. He was sure he could get up, but he didn't want to let the experience go so soon.

Some time later, Pansy appeared at his side.

"Oh Draco! Are you okay? Want me to call for Professor Snape? What happened?" She questioned in one breath.

"Feel great." He barely muttered.

"Well why are you laying on the floor? Here, I'll help you up."

Pansy took his arm and tried to get him to stand up. Eventually Draco got some energy back and somehow got on his feet. He used Pansy to lean on.

"Clothes. Shower." He whispered to her.

She helped walk him over to his wardrobe and grabbed his shower supplies and a change of pajamas since it was getting late.

Walking towards the door, Pansy asked him, concerned, "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

By then Draco was able to stand up and walk on his own.

"Jolt sent me some candy, and I'll just say that it was one of the best experiences of my life. We need to get a hold of some. It's called Dandy Candy." He said while walking off, leaving a very confused Pansy in his dorm room.

Draco made it to the showers and stripped, luckily he had the bathroom to himself. He took his time showering and thinking of the effects from the candy. He had never had an orgasm that intense before, not by the hands of himself or others. He silently thanked himself for deciding to put his hatred for Harry aside years ago, and let himself freely fall for him. He knew no one else could ever make him feel that way.

After showering, he went to his room again and wrote a letter off to Jolt, thanking him for the experience.

-o-O-o-

When the D.A. meeting was over, Harry walked with Neville back towards Gryffindor Tower.

"You're getting really good." He told Neville truthfully.

"Yeah, I'm able to concentrate better." Neville told him.

"I noticed. So what do you think brought about this change?"

"Well, I have something I am fighting towards."

"What's that?"

"I want to kill Bellatrix Lestrange for what she did to my parents."

"Oh Neville. I'm so sorry that she's the only Death Eater that got away and didn't have to pay for all the evil things she did. But it's a bit scary hearing you talk like that."

"Well, I can handle it. I want to be the one to do it."

"All right. But promise me you'll come to me to discuss your plans and also if you want to talk about anything else. Okay?"

"Sure." Neville said.

When they entered the Common Room, Harry pulled Hermione aside. He didn't want to betray Neville's confidences, but at the same time, he did want someone else to help keep an eye on him. He knew Hermione would be the perfect person.

After he told her Neville's comments, Hermione said sadly, "I knew something was going on with him this year. I should have realized that he's changed a bit since the Final Battle, when Lestrange got away. Thanks for telling me, I'll be sure to talk to him more and keep an eye out." Hermione started to walk away but stopped. "Oh, do you mind me telling Ginny? I know that he used to have a crush on her, and I think letting her in on it will be good."

"Yeah, I trust your decisions. Just tell her to keep it a secret."

"I will." Hermione promised.

Harry climbed the stairs to his dorm room and smiled when he saw his mailbox glowing.

Opening the letter, he read:

My dearest Jolt,

You have no idea how amazing that candy was. I would spend every last penny I have just to be able to feel that every day. I had never even heard of Dandy Candy before. Where did you get it from?

As for details, thankfully I was alone when I ate it. I can't believe the emotion you put into it. I feel the same way towards you. I had the best orgasm of my life today, thanks to you. I was actually sort of paralyzed to the floor for a while after, because the emotions hit me so hard. My friend had to practically help me to the showers after she tried to find me because I was missing for so long.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Times a million. Billion even. I need to get a hold of some of those candies so I can repay you. Goodnight.

Orgasmic-ly yours,

Mischief

-o-O-o-

Harry smiled when he finished reading the letter. At some point, he would have to send a thank-you card to the Weasley twins and congratulate them on being geniuses. But first, he reached over and grabbed some paper and sent a fast reply to Mischief.

Dear Mischief,

I am relieved to hear you liked the candy. I actually considered not sending it because I was nervous how you would react. I am glad I made the right choice. I am smiling so big right now.

I hope you have a good night's sleep.

You are in my thoughts,

Jolt

-end of chapter-

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Authors Note One: This chapter is dedicated to Mace, who said, "Why hasn't Harry gone to Ron to discuss his match? Aren't they still best friends? Shouldn't they be confiding in each other?" So, thanks for pointing it out so I could address it.