Captivation
Author's Note: To get an idea of how I picture what Draco and Harry look like, the closest thing I found was from a comic called Tactics (H/D). Essentially just imagine Harry without his glasses and for the most part that's how I pictured Draco (though I imagined him with a more roundish-handsome face). Some day I'll post the artwork and scenes from some of my stories that I've done, but I only have so much time right now. The cover can be viewed on my old site (just delete the spaces): (no www, just the http: / ) s m g . p h o t o b u c k e t . c o m / a l b u m s / v 2 9 5 / s w e e t c a n d y p o t t e r (underscore) 0 4 /
Chapter 2: Midnight Fiesta
The dinner wasn't so bad—in fact, Harry forgot all about Malfoy as he was introduced to the small group at the table. The one boy who had spoken first was Tavis and his friends were Liam, Ambreen, Ellion, among others. Harry discovered Tavis and Ambreen were in the same common room as he was.
"So, Harry Potter, what brings you here?" Tavis asked, smiling.
Harry responded after he swallowed his bite of chicken. "I love Quidditch. And apparently from what my former captain told me, I've got some talent. Thought perhaps I could concentrate on it."
"Cool. I've been here for about two years now," Tavis answered. "I hope to become a member of the Germany Quidditch team."
"They're undefeated right?" Harry questioned uncertainly.
"Yeah, for the last bloody three years!" Liam exclaimed.
Harry laughed with them and felt much more relaxed. He had been so afraid he wouldn't meet people who would treat him normally, but these boys (and the girl Ambreen) seemed very nice.
"So Harry," Ambreen smiled, after having been in a deep conversation with another girl. "My friend Dahlia wants your autograph."
Blushing, Harry shrugged with a small smile. "Sure."
"How does it feel to be a celebrity?" Tavis winked.
"Erm, actually not that great. People stare at my forehead as if I've got another eye growing out of it."
The group around him laughed and Harry didn't feel so awkward about signing a picture of himself from the Daily Prophet. Ambreen smiled and leaned backward to hand it to her friend, Dahlia who was blushing brightly. The rest of dinner fell into talk about Quidditch and which professional teams were the best. After dinner, Harry walked with Tavis and a couple of his friends toward the Gold Common Room. Once there he saw several other people—two girls and three other boys sitting there chatting.
"Hey gang, this is Harry Potter," Tavis introduced.
Harry felt very awkward at the stares he received but no one particularly treated him like Colin Creevey (or Malfoy for that matter).
"Harry, you should come to the party tonight!" one of the other boys, Nicholas, said.
"A party?" Harry asked, trying to hide his uncertainty. Hogwart's had never really had parties—just the Yule Ball. He wasn't sure what to expect from them and he certainly didn't want to be humiliated.
"It starts at midnight," Tavis continued. "It's down on the fourth floor and it's basically an end-of-the-summer party. Want to come? It's a great way to meet more people."
Not wanting to be isolated, Harry decided he should just go. Sooner or later he'd get accustomed to parties and he'd feel much better. Plus, he did want to meet other people.
"Sure, it sounds fun," Harry smiled.
"Oh they're loads of fun!" Ambreen grinned. "Especially the parties we have near Christmas!"
"Great!" Tavis grinned, pulling Harry aside. "I think she likes you."
Harry felt his insides squirm. "Who?"
"Ambreen. She and I dated last year, but I can tell she likes you," he winked. "You know," he whispered, bending down to Harry's ear, "she's great at giving blow-jobs."
To hide his embarrassment, Harry raised his eyebrows wordlessly. Tavis just grinned in response.
"I'm serious," he responded. "You know how most girls just suck on you like a simple lollipop?"
Feeling uncomfortable because of his lack of experience, Harry tried not to flush red.
"Yeah," Harry responded, grateful that everyone else in the room was distracted in their own conversations.
"Well she does something incredibly unique…not sure how to explain it exactly," he pursed his lips. "It's like she inhales it to the back of her throat then uses her tongue to push up while she sucks really hard. The combination is unbelievable! Anyway, if you're interested in her I wouldn't mind hooking you two up."
Harry shrugged. "I'm not really one to jump right into dating people or anything. I like to get to know them pretty well."
Tavis smiled and patted his back. "I understand. Just wanted you to know she's single and she and I are just friends so don't be shy! Now, about this party. You probably won't want to wear your school robes. What have you got on underneath?"
Harry slipped off the robe and Tavis nodded. "Oh yeah, that's fine. Some people come way too dressed up, you know?"
Suddenly, Harry was reminded of Draco Malfoy. "Say, do you know Malfoy?"
"The blond kid? Sure, I know him. He's been here for about a few weeks now. Why, you know him?"
"Yeah, we used to go to Hogwarts together. We didn't exactly get along," Harry said dryly. "I just bumped into him a little while ago actually."
"Don't worry about him. He can be a prick at times but he hasn't caused any trouble," Tavis said, much to Harry's disbelief. "Oh! I have to go talk to some friends and decide how we're going to sneak the drinks in. I'll walk with you to the party so you don't get lost."
"Thanks," Harry nodded as Tavis gave him a wave and walked away.
Sighing heavily, Harry went to go put his robe away. He really hoped Malfoy wouldn't be at the party. He wasn't in the mood to deal with him. Surprisingly, no one seemed to treat Malfoy like a former Death Eater or anything. Apparently, his name hadn't been tarnished by his father being in Azkaban and charged with murder. Probably because Draco didn't seem much like his father, no one really saw they were related. Although Draco didn't appear to have actually killed anyone, Harry wasn't about to trust him.
A few hours later, it was close to midnight. Harry was just coming down from his room (he had gone in it to make sure he looked presentable). Tavis, Ambreen, Nicholas and a few others were heading out and Harry tagged along with them. They were apparently heading toward the Jade Common Room on the fourth floor. That's where Liam and his friends were hosting the party. From what Harry learned, each common room had its turn to host a party. Even though Harry had never been a party in his life, he was looking forward to seeing how it was.
There were a lot more people there than Harry thought, being since it had just started. Harry was introduced to many different people. Some seemed ecstatic to meet him and others shook his hand politely. A couple girls had stared at him, smiling as if they wanted him to approach them but both reminded him too much of Ginny (and that gave him a slightly queasy feeling). Twenty minutes or so later, after Harry had been dragged around by Tavis and introduced to most everyone, he heard his name being called.
"Harry! Hey Harry, over here!"
He turned and saw Liam waving his hand by a small group of boys. Tavis came along with him toward the group.
"Hey we were about to start a game of Entranced or Cursed!"
Tavis grinned. "Good, I'll go get some drinks!"
"Harry, this is Danny, Ralmic, Blake and—"
"We're already acquainted," a cool voice drawled.
Harry's stomach flipped and he glanced to his right to see Malfoy sitting languidly on the floor holding a glass bottle. With a sneer, Malfoy's eyes narrowed a bit. Harry turned away quickly, not wanting to start anything in front of the others. Liam didn't seem to notice his unease.
"What's the game?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh you've never played? It's bloody awesome!" Blake exclaimed, his sandy-colored hair flowing all over the place. He had long hair for a boy, about shoulder-length and bright blue eyes.
"Everyone sits in a circle and we decide who goes first by birthdays. You either use your wand to randomly pick a victim or just choose someone. Then they choose whether to be entranced or cursed. Entranced means that they have to reveal the truth about a dark secret or a question of the person's choosing. If they try to lie or don't answer they'll get hexed."
"How do you know if someone's telling the truth?" Harry asked.
Liam let out a laugh. "That's easy. If you choose entranced then you have to take a small bit of Veritaserum—it lasts no more than five minutes. And cursed, well there are two types: an unforgivable or a hex. You're not actually cast with one, it's a choice. The unforgivable is the choice that you will be asked to do something outrageously daring and a hex is less extreme."
It was almost like the muggle version of truth or dare (from what Dudley had bragged about one night), Harry realized.
"You in Harry?" Liam asked.
Harry opened his mouth but another person spoke up dryly. "This might be too much for him on his first night," Malfoy drawled, taking a gulp of his drink.
He had almost forgotten Malfoy was there. If his rival was going to play, Harry wasn't so sure he wanted to. Then again, at least there were options to the game and it could be fun. He didn't want to miss out on anything because of Draco.
"Sure, I'll play," Harry answered, not glancing at Draco.
"Here are the drinks!" Tavis exclaimed, plopping three six-packed bottles on the floor.
"Excellent!" Liam grinned. "Now, let's see if we can get any girls to play. HEY AMBREEN! You girls want to play Entranced or Cursed?" he shouted.
The girls turned and Ambreen shook her head with a smile. "Not tonight, Liam. You boys have your fun!"
"Ah well," Blake shrugged. "Let them miss out."
"Here Harry," Tavis said, handing him a bottle.
"Thanks," he responded, not knowing what it was but he wasn't about to show that when Malfoy was there.
Harry sat down in the circle by Liam and Tavis sat next to him. There was a group of eight of them. Next to Tavis were Nicholas then Malfoy then Blake, Ralmic and Danny (who sat next to Liam on his left). Harry opened the bottle and took a swig. It filled him with a warm feeling immediately. He realized it was butterbeer, although not the same butterbeer he had had in the past; it had a certain zing to it.
"This is good," Harry said, glancing at Tavis.
"Oh yeah, this stuff's the best! It's butterbeer with a shot of Firewhiskey. I could get drunk off this stuff every night!" he announced happily.
Smiling, Harry took another gulp.
"So, you playing Draco?" Liam asked.
Harry again almost forgot the blond was there. Thankfully he hadn't been saying any snide comments thus far. Glancing at him, Harry saw that Draco had leaned up against the wall between Nicholas and Blake and had finished off the bottle he had earlier.
"I haven't anything better to do," Draco drawled with a small smirk. "Hand me another Tavis."
"Right-o," Tavis grinned, passing a bottle to the blond.
Draco caught Harry's eye, sneered and popped the bottle open. He took a long swig of it, tossing his head back so that his bangs swayed away from his eyes. Harry glared, sensing that Draco probably thought he'd humiliate himself since he had never played the game before.
"Alright, now whose birthday is the closest?" Liam asked. "Whosever is closest will get to choose a victim first. Alright, when's your birthday Danny?" he glanced to his left.
"It was in May," he said glumly.
"Ralmic?" Liam questioned the next boy.
"January."
"August 15th," Blake said smugly, obviously thinking he was the closest.
"June," Malfoy answered nonchalantly, taking another swig.
"Mine too, on the twentieth," Nicholas replied. "When's yours Malfoy?"
Malfoy swallowed and leaned back, propping a leg up. "The fifth."
"Mine's in November," Tavis answered.
All eyes turned to Harry who smiled. "July 31st."
"Ah shit!" Liam exclaimed. "You won, Harry. Mine was August 3rd! Thought I was going to rub it in Blake's face!"
"No such luck!" Blake made a face.
"Alright, Harry, who's your victim?"
"Erm…," Harry trailed off in thought. A part of him really wanted to choose Malfoy to try and humiliate him, but what if he chose entranced? Harry had no real questions…except for wondering if he had the Dark Mark, but that didn't seem appropriate to ask. Plus, he didn't want Malfoy to think he was special or that he was getting to him so he chose someone else. "Nicholas."
"Bloody hell! Of course it's me. Um, I choose cursed; a hex."
Groans went around the room and Harry thought of something not too extreme. Suddenly, he smiled remembering that before he had left the Weasleys Ron had given him some of Fred and George's joke-shop sweets—their newest inventions apparently.
"Why's he smiling like that?" Nicholas questioned uneasily.
"He's plotting your death," Liam joked.
The boys all stared at Harry, waiting anxiously. Malfoy remained silent not bothering to say anything.
"I dare you to eat this," Harry said, summoning a hot pink taffy.
Nicholas eyed it suspiciously. "It isn't poisonous is it?"
Harry gave him an amused look. "What would be the fun in killing you? Come on."
He handed it to him and Nicholas eyed it and sniffed it. "Doesn't smell bad. Well, I suppose eating candy is a pretty good dare."
Nicholas popped it into his mouth and chewed it up. Blake spit out his butterbeer drink and burst into hysterical laughter. The others followed as well (except for Draco who just looked on with an unreadable expression).
"What? What is it?" Nicholas asked. Then he glanced down at himself. "OH MY GOD!" he screeched, his voice suddenly sounding feminine. "I'M A WOMAN!"
His body had completely morphed. Not only was he a woman, but he was a nude woman. His floppy breasts hung down in front of him as his hair grew long and frizzed out until it was curly and pink. All the boys were soon turning blue with laughter.
"Harry, you're so scandalous!" Nicholas gasped, fluttering his eyes to put on a girly show.
Joining the others, Harry began laughing and thoroughly enjoying the prank. He hadn't expected that to happen, but it was hilarious.
"Come Harry, let's make love!" Nicholas cooed in a high-pitched voice, grabbing his womanly breasts.
Harry laughed even harder and a couple of the girls glanced over their shoulders at the commotion.
"GIRLS! Don't come over here! I'm naked!" Nicholas screeched.
The laughter continued and soon Tavis had tears streaming down his face. Finally, they all began to settle down.
"How long does this last Harry?" Nicholas squeaked.
"Probably about five more minutes," Harry managed to get out through laughs.
Blake, whose face had turned bright red from laughing, grinned and pointed at him. "Geez Potter, that was pretty outrageous!"
"If you think that was daring, then be glad he didn't choose the unforgivable," Harry said, grinning.
"Uh oh, I think Harry's already starting to get way too good at this," Liam joked.
Malfoy just ignored the whole conversation; he drank more of his butterbeer and didn't offer his opinion on what happened. Harry really wanted to punch him in the face just because he was certain Malfoy thought it was funny, but just to spite him he hadn't laughed at all.
"That was great! Here, Harry," Tavis said, handing him another alcoholic butterbeer.
He hadn't even realized he had finished his first one. Grinning widely, Harry took it feeling much more content than he had in a long time.
"Alright Nicholas, you get to choose the next victim!" Liam grinned.
Nicholas looked around and finally his eyes landed on Malfoy. "Draco, I choose you as my victim!"
Draco shrugged carelessly. "I'll choose an unforgivable."
Harry wanted to roll his eyes but instead settled for gulping down more of his drink. Nicholas' face broke out in an evil smirk—this was going to be good.
"I dare you to," he paused for dramatic emphasis, "French kiss Potter!"
Harry spit his drink out, choking in the process. The other boys laughed at his reaction.
"You can't be serious!" Harry exclaimed.
"Hey, payback!" Nicholas grinned. "Alright, Draco, get to it."
Without hesitation, Draco stood up and approached him. Harry sat dumbstruck as he suddenly knelt down in front of him. Roughly, Draco grasped Harry's shirt and jerked him forward. The move was so unexpected that Harry couldn't do anything to prepare himself. Draco's lips crushed against his own and Harry's eyes snapped closed out of reaction. Perhaps through his mildly drunken haze he was still trying to figure out what was going on.
Draco moved his lips over Harry's desperately and passionately. The kiss was warm and the taste of butterbeer was in both their mouths. Harry momentarily forgot who he was kissing in the first place. He was entranced by the way his lips were caressed by another smooth mouth and how deeply passionate it was. It wasn't anything like the kisses he had with Ginny in the past. This made his stomach flutter with a foreign sensation.
Without warning, a tongue slipped into his mouth. If Harry hadn't been intoxicated his reaction time would've been better and he would have jerked away. However, as the tongue invaded his mouth, Harry could only allow it. Instinctively, his own tongue lashed out and ghosted across Draco's. The feeling of the smooth, hot tongues caressing together nearly caused Harry to moan aloud. Thankfully he was saved this embarrassment for Draco pulled away before the sound escaped. Harry's eyes snapped open and he sat back once more trying not to look stunned. The other boys were whistling and making jokes.
"That was hot!"
"I think I'm hard now!"
Harry glanced at Draco to see that he had a smug look on his face. He obviously had grabbed Harry roughly on purpose for dramatic show to try and beat Harry's own prank. Draco took another swig of his drink, leaning back against the wall confidently. There was no way Harry was going to show that he had enjoyed it or that it was his first French kiss.
For the next half hour, Harry couldn't look in Draco's direction. He distracted himself with laughing at the other idiotic things the other boys did and the butterbeer drinks. However, his turn soon came around. Tavis had just finished performing a lap-dance for Blake and had chosen Harry. For a minute, Harry had to think (for his brain was feeling a bit fuzzy) but he was certain he didn't want to choose entranced. If Tavis decided to question his virginity or anything he'd be embarrassed in front of the others.
"Cursed," Harry answered after a minute.
"Which one?" Tavis raised his eyebrows.
"Unforgivable," Nicholas nudged him playfully.
"Come on Harry!" Liam urged.
Rolling his eyes, Harry decided he would. "Alright, fine. Unforgivable."
Tavis' lips curled widely. "Okay Harry, perform a strip show for us."
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly and the other boys started whistling and cheering him on. He was suddenly filled with panic. He couldn't possibly show his naked body in front of Draco. The other boys he wasn't so worried about, but Malfoy seeing him in the nude? There were so many bad things that could happen—mainly all surrounding Malfoy bragging to the Daily Prophet about knowing the size of Harry Potter's penis.
As soon as Harry took another swig of his butterbeer, however, the fear dissipated and Harry was easily urged into standing up by the others.
"You want me to dance or something?" Harry asked, feeling rather light-headed and detached.
"You don't have to dance, but make it a nice show," Tavis winked.
Smiling widely, Harry nodded. "Alright then."
He did not know where his courage came from. If it was the intoxication, it was a powerful mind control because suddenly Harry wasn't afraid. Normally, he would've taken the hex in a second but for some reason he found himself standing in front of the other boys toeing off his shoes. Then he began to lift off his shirt at an agonizingly slow rate.
"Faster! Oh come on, Harry!" Tavis joked.
"You tease!" Nicholas pretended to sob.
Harry tossed his shirt and it fell on Ralmic's head. He just laughed and swung it around. Next would come Harry's pants and feeling rather daring Harry grinned and approached Liam.
"I think I'm going to need some help with this, darling," he joked.
Ralmic fell over hiccupping from laughter and Liam pretended to be bashful. Then he unzipped Harry's jeans and yanked them down. All the other boys made "oo!" and "my eyes!" and "oh YES!" Laughing through his thoroughly drunken haze, Harry kicked his pants aside. He was now only clad in his somewhat-tight black boxers (ones that Hermione pointed out).
"Come on Harry take it all off!" Tavis shouted, cheering.
Malfoy was staring at him from behind his blond bangs, which just barely covered his silver-blue eyes. One leg was propped up and the other was bent with his foot facing his other leg. His right arm was resting against his propped-up knee and he held another bottle of alcoholic butterbeer in his opposite hand. His head was resting back against the wall and he watched on silently. There was a small smirk playing on his lips, probably because he could tell Harry was drunk. Very slowly, Harry pulled the right side of his boxers down far enough for them to see his bare hip and the crease which led to between his legs.
The boys all cheered and then shouted for him to take it all off again. Moving his hips a little he then showed the other side. Finally, after waiting an intensely long minute, Harry let his boxers pool around his ankles and the boys all screamed and cheered loudly. Malfoy looked indifferent and finished off the rest of his drink. After everyone got a good look at Harry's body, he slipped his clothes back on with a wave of his wand. In his subconscious, Harry knew Malfoy had stared at his body like the others but he couldn't quite grasp it consciously yet.
The game ended shortly after because all of them were too drunk to continue. Harry walked back to the common room with Tavis (thankfully all the girls had left by two, before Harry's strip-show, and it was only the eight of them who stayed until four fifteen in the morning). Malfoy was walking beside Nicholas as they all left. Harry, being since he had never drank before, was being held up by Tavis who had his arm slung around the slimmer boy.
"Here we are, Harry," Tavis said helping him into the common room. "You alright to get undressed by yourself?"
"Yeah 'm fine," Harry slurred. "Thanks 'or helpin'. It was fun."
Tavis winked. "There's even more fun once the semester gets going. I'll see you in the morning!"
"Night," Harry waved clumsily, stumbling into his room.
The second Harry tripped and staggered over to his bed, he collapsed onto it and promptly passed out. When morning came, he had a throbbing headache but thankfully he hadn't thrown-up. Groaning, Harry slowly sat up and rubbed his temples.
"Geez…I must've had a lot to drink last night," he muttered.
Suddenly, Harry's head snapped up (much to the displeasure of his headache). He remembered drinking a lot and the kiss—that's right! He had been French kissed by Malfoy! He remembered Malfoy standing up and approaching him then kneeling in front of him. Harry remembered that he had been too stunned to look Draco in the eyes and he just remembered seeing Malfoy's right collar bone exposed before he had been grasped roughly and pulled into the kiss. He tried not to think about Malfoy's tongue in his mouth. And then slowly all the memories from after that hit him hard.
"Oh bloody hell!" Harry covered his face with his hands. "I took off my goddamn clothes! In front of Malfoy no less! I can't face him now. What if he never lets me forget it?"
Feeling like he wanted to get hit with a bludger instead of going down to breakfast, Harry slowly and reluctantly got out of bed. By the time he finished dressing, his headache had dulled a little but some breakfast would help. Stripping had definitely been worse than kissing Malfoy, but even the kissing he was worried about. Not that he was worried Malfoy would tell the Daily Prophet (it would embarrass him as well) but rather the fact that Harry had actually kissed him back, having forgotten who he was kissing.
Thanks to the alcohol and his drunken state of mind, he had enjoyed the kiss (or had begun to). He prayed Draco didn't notice; it seemed afterward that Draco was too distracted by the fact that he was praised for such a "hot kiss" as the other boys had put it. Had Malfoy felt just as awkward kissing him? If he ever wanted to keep his pride, he'd have to watch how much he drank the next time.
Harry noticed that there was a letter lying next to his bed. It had probably arrived the previous night but since he had been out late (and really drunk) he hadn't noticed it. He opened it and saw that it was his schedule for the semester. He had five classes to take: Quidditch History, Game Theories and Tips, Advanced Flying Techniques, Strategic Quidditch Skills and Bludger Mistakes. A couple of them sounded interesting and he was quite sure this was a full load.
Sighing, Harry placed it back on the desk and headed down to the dining hall for breakfast. Thankfully he had gotten up on time. Tavis, Liam and Ambreen were sitting together and waved him over immediately. As Harry walked toward them, he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Malfoy talking with Blake. Malfoy's eyes suddenly turned and locked onto him and he saw the familiar smirk. His stomach clenched uncomfortably, even as he looked away quickly, knowing that Malfoy had definitely not forgotten what had happened at the party. He tried to push it to the back of his mind for the time being, hoping that he'd eventually not care what Malfoy thought.
"Hey practice starts up tomorrow!" Tavis grinned.
Harry blinked. "For everyone?"
"Well, technically yes. But everyone gets to try out as well! As you know there's only a certain amount of people on a team in order to compete against the other schools. Try-outs begin tomorrow so it's a big deal!" he explained.
Harry was suddenly reminded of his new broom and all worries about Draco left his mind. He definitely was going to try out and hopefully get on the team. As he began eating, his headache disappeared completely and he felt better.
"Oy Harry," Liam nudged him suddenly. "There's going to be another party after try outs tomorrow! Maybe you could strip for everyone again!"
"You stripped?" Ambreen gasped. "Damn it! I knew I should've agreed to that game! It's just usually more fun when the semester starts because there are more people around."
"Well you missed out. Harry's one hot bloke," Tavis winked at her.
Harry just smiled in amusement as they got to talking and concentrated on his meal. So far, the academy turned out to be a nice place (with the exception of Draco making things harder). He had to remember to owl Ron and tell him about it (minus the kissing Draco of course). Remembering the kiss made Harry's stomach shift uncomfortably with the familiar flutters. Shaking his head, he pushed the thoughts away and focused on the fact that finally he'd have a chance to try out his Volare3000.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm so glad this is turning out alright so far. I hope to have the next chapter up in a day or two! As for WHO is dominate in this (Harry or Draco) you'll have to wait and find out! :-)
To Reviewers:
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