Captivation

Chapter 7: Birthday Surprises (Part 1)

"Harry! Hey, you awake?"

Groaning, Harry rolled over and glanced at his door. "Yeah, 'm up."

The door opened and Tavis came inside grinning. "What are you doing sleeping through breakfast?"

Yawning, Harry struggled to sit up. "Malfoy and I are working on a project for class together. He decided to choose seven in the morning as our meeting time. We met again this morning and just like last time he wanted to fly all around even though I didn't have any energy. I don't know how, but he seems to have enough energy."

"Maybe he's taking energy potions," Tavis suggested, sitting down on the bed.

Harry's jaw opened slightly. Why hadn't he thought of that? It made perfect sense. "Erm, yeah probably."

"Well you should come down and eat something. The others were wondering where you were since we have some good news."

"Oh?" Harry blinked, adjusting his pillow so he could lean back.

Tavis grinned. "Just a small group of us are throwing you a birthday party before you leave Saturday. We were thinking about Friday night."

"Today's Wednesday right?" Harry asked.

"Yep. So what do you say?"

Shrugging, Harry gave him a smile. "Sure. You guys really didn't have to though."

"Ah, come on. It's an excuse for another party. And since you'll be missing the second senior party of the year on Saturday it seemed like the perfect make-up party."

"Thanks," Harry nodded. "So, who's all coming?"

"We sent invitations to each common room."

Harry's eyes widened. Tavis burst out laughing and shook his head.

"I'm just kiddin' Harry. It'll just be our common room, the Jade Common Room and Blake's common room, since you already know most everyone."

"Okay," Harry nodded, even as his chest tightened at hearing Blake's name.

He still felt guilty. Perhaps he'd apologize to him again. He let out a soft groan when he remembered that Draco was in the same room as Blake. Maybe the blond would decide not to come.

"You feeling alright?" Tavis asked, touching his forehead.

"Er, yeah, just tired," Harry lied. He knew it'd seem a bit immature of him to say he didn't want Malfoy invited. If he came, Harry would just ignore him.

"Do you by any chance have an energy potions?" Harry asked.

Tavis smiled and nodded. "I have a couple. Would you like to have one?"

"If you don't mind. I'll pay you back if you'd like."

"It's just one, don't worry," Tavis said. "I'll give it to you tonight."

"Thanks," Harry smiled.

It took him a few minutes to get ready, but he managed to make it to the end of breakfast. He grabbed some toast and headed off to class. Harry was surprised when he didn't see Malfoy in class. Part of him wondered if he was sick or if he was just skipping. Perhaps the blond had been so tired from their early morning work that he had fallen asleep.

I wish I were in bed…

The day dragged on and Harry was grateful that he didn't have a ton of homework to worry about over the weekend. When lunch came, he wrote a reply to Ron saying that he'd love to spend his birthday with them and that he'd meet him at his house around ten. Once dinner came, Harry glanced over in the direction of where Blake was sitting. Malfoy was there next to him and the two were in a deep conversation. Harry's stomach lurched a bit, wondering what they were talking about. His thoughts strayed to when Blake had kissed him in the hallway. Had Blake told anyone about the kiss? It wasn't that he was embarrassed about being kissed by Blake, but he definitely didn't want Malfoy to find out he was gay. He could use that information in many bad ways.

Thanks to Tavis' promise about lending him an Energy Potion, Harry was up the next morning bright and early feeling refreshed. When he went to meet Malfoy in the library he saw that the blond noticed his more kempt appearance.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Draco asked, his lips curling into a sly smirk.

Harry shrugged. "No reason. Are we flying today?"

"I think we've got that down, Potter," Draco drawled while leaning back in his chair.

"Okay so let's start on the diagrams. I have some charmed paper," Harry said, sifting through his book bag to find some. "Here."

He handed the blond some paper and watched as Malfoy pinched it. "How typical, Potter. You bought the cheap kind."

Sighing, Harry gave him a sarcastic glare. "I really don't think Professor Dmitrii is going to care. It's good enough."

Malfoy made a noise in the back of his throat, obviously disagreeing.

"I'll do the first five steps, you do the rest," Harry said.

Malfoy didn't respond as he twirled his quill absentmindedly. The two got started on drawing the diagrams by use of magic and then writing descriptions. Harry glanced up at the blond from time to time. He wondered if Malfoy was coming to his party. Not that he cared of course. Still, his eyes couldn't help straying toward the other boy, who had a careless look on his face as he worked.

After a half-hour, Harry finished his and glanced up at Malfoy. "Have you finished?"

"Not yet Potter," the blond drawled quietly.

Harry scooted his chair back and walked around the table toward him. "Can I see?"

The blond glanced at him indifferently and Harry bent over his shoulder to take a peek. For some reason, Harry had the urge to bend down even more like Malfoy had done the other day. He was wearing a casual blouse so if he bent down far enough and Malfoy angled his head he'd be able to see down his shirt.

What the hell is wrong with me? It's not like he's impressed by my body.

Harry shook his head of the thoughts. He needed to stop thinking about Malfoy. Just because he had discovered he was more interested in boys didn't mean he had to have strange thoughts about his rival. Harry admitted the blond was attractive, but he was still an asshole.

"Is there something wrong?" Malfoy asked with narrowed eyes.

"What?" Harry blinked. He realized Malfoy must have seen him shake his head. "No, it's good. Do you want to see mine?"

Malfoy gave him a sarcastic look but didn't object. Harry went to grab his and walked back over. Although he didn't have to, Harry leaned back over Malfoy's shoulder and placed his parchment next to the blond's. It was obvious the two thought similarly about the sketches done by magic. It was a simple spell that could produce images from the mind which appeared on the parchment and even moved. The figures looked as if they had been done by one person. Their descriptions were a bit different (Harry wrote to the point and Malfoy fancied up his words to sound like a professional author), but it wasn't a huge difference.

"There. We're basically done. We just need to touch these up and maybe practice our demonstration once more," Harry said.

He turned to glance at Malfoy and the blond leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to look back at him indifferently. Harry felt his chest tighten a bit as his eyes took in Draco's features once more up close. His bangs had swayed over his eyes slightly and because of the angle he was at, his neck and collar bone stood out.

"Err…so tomorrow do you want to practice once more?" Harry unconsciously wetted his lips with his tongue.

Draco kept his gaze on him and shrugged carelessly. "We've got it down, Potter. It's not that difficult."

"Oh, err, okay," Harry said, unable to stop the small feeling of disappointment. "Then I guess we're ready."

"Good," Malfoy said as he stood up.

He brushed against Harry's shoulder as he got up to leave. Harry nodded to him and the blond glanced at him briefly with a peculiar glint in his eyes. Then he smirked slightly and walked out of the library. Harry's shoulders sagged a bit but he was relieved he wouldn't have to get up at an ungodly hour any longer. Their presentation wasn't for another five days so Harry didn't have to worry about it.

That night Harry couldn't sleep; he continued tossing and turning, not understanding what was keeping him up. Once he finally got to sleep, he didn't wake up until almost seven. Groaning, he realized that even without having to meet Malfoy any longer his body was accustomed to waking up. He stared at the ceiling for several minutes and wondered if his insomnia had anything to do with the party that night. Perhaps he was afraid other people would find out he was gay. What if Blake had told everyone in his room? He didn't know why it would bother him; mainly it was just thinking of Malfoy finding out that made him uncomfortable.

"They're doing this party for me. I have to stop thinking so negatively," he grumbled aloud.

Sighing, he decided he'd get up and get dressed a little early. Breakfast didn't start until eight, but if he took his time it wouldn't be a long wait. After he got dressed and used a cleansing spell on his hair (along with magical hair cream to make sure it didn't stick up all over the place). Then he looked through his outfits to decide something to pick out for that night. He found something at the bottom of his trunk that he had forgotten he had bought. It was a more expensive attire—something Malfoy would probably appreciate and it was perfect for the party. He could wear it for that night and for his celebration with Ron and Hermione on Saturday.

A few minutes before eight, Harry went down to breakfast and was surprised to see that only a couple other students were there. Normally he didn't come down until nine since his first class didn't start until nine-thirty. He took some eggs and toast and began to take his time. It was only a few minutes later that he heard the doors open and he turned. Blake was walking to the table by his self and the pang of guilt erupted once more. Harry bit his lip, hoping the other boy wasn't mad at him.

Blake noticed him as he sat down and Harry waved. The other boy smiled back and Harry sighed in relief. He didn't seem mad at all. Harry turned back to his breakfast but a moment later he felt someone sit down next to him. He turned and saw Blake smiling at him.

"So, I heard about your party tonight," Blake said, tilting his head. "How old will you be?"

Harry swallowed the bite of egg. "Err, I'll be eighteen."

He was still a bit nervous around the other boy, but he didn't show it. Blake pushed his longer hair back and gave him a half-grin. Harry didn't know why he didn't see it before, but he was very attractive. His sandy hair went down to the middle of his neck (Harry realized it was shorter than when he first met him at the first party) so it was long but not too long. The hair was a tad bit wavy and framed his face nicely to show off his bright blue eyes.

"Eighteen huh?" Blake tilted his head again. "You look a little younger."

"Err, really?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, but not by much. Looking younger is what everyone wants these days anyway," Blake winked.

Harry nodded. "How old are you?"

Blake smiled again and licked his lips. "I'll be twenty-one in August."

"That's coming up soon. Are you going to have a party?" Harry asked.

"Would you come?" Blake countered curiously, staring at him with glimmering eyes.

Harry almost blushed. "Yeah, of course."

Laughing softly, Blake grinned widely. "That's good to know. Well, I look forward to seeing you tonight, Harry."

"Me too," Harry said quickly, not really knowing why he was suddenly nervous.

Blake got up and gave him another smile before he went back to his table. For the rest of the day, Harry was thinking about what he would say to Blake at the party. He needed to apologize somehow in order to relieve the guilt he was feeling.

By the time dinner came, Harry was both anxious and excited about the party. He ate dinner quickly and was relieved to hear that practice had been canceled due to the pouring rain from the thunderstorm. As Tavis told him, Scotland had many rainy seasons and as August drew nearer it would start to show. He told him the winters were sometimes severely cold with a lot of fog and mist and it rained quite a bit. It wasn't something to look forward to with Quidditch, but Harry was certain their captain would figure something out.

Harry slipped on the tight velvet, black pants he had gotten not only because it was a special material (the same kind that Tavis' blue pants were made of) but also because these pants were charmed so if he spilt anything (or masturbated on someone's knee) it wouldn't show. Plus they flared out a little bit at the bottom making them seem much more attractive, especially around his slim hips. And he wore his silky, forest green blouse (his favorite shirt), which brought out his eyes. And because his pants were so tight and velvety it showed every curve of his body. He felt a bit self-conscious, but he realized that he looked very handsome in it.

Thankfully, the vision-healing potion was working wonders and he didn't have to open a new one for another few days. Harry worked a bit more on his hair to make sure it was smooth and completely straight so it didn't stick up at all. It came down nicely over his forehead and although his bangs weren't long like Malfoy's were, he was satisfied. When he came down from his room, Tavis whistled loudly. Harry shook his head, smiling.

"Wow, Harry. The girls are all going to drop dead tonight," he winked. "You know, I overheard Ambreen at dinner while you and Liam were talking about Quidditch. She really likes you."

"Err, yeah," Harry said, shifting awkwardly.

Tavis smiled knowingly. "You're not interested in her, right?"

"Actually…I have something to tell you," Harry said feeling thankful that no one else was around yet.

Everyone was meeting in their common room for the party, but it didn't start for another half-hour. Harry bit his lip and Tavis raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

"I, erm…I'm sort of…," Harry gestured with his hands, trying to get the courage to say it. "I sort of like boys more than girls."

"Ah, I see. So that's why," Tavis grinned. "She was wondering why none of her flirting techniques were working. You don't have to be embarrassed mate, there are tons of gays both girls and boys."

"That's a relief," Harry smiled, feeling the tension leave him. "I just wasn't sure if you'd feel comfortable hanging around me."

Tavis shook his head, smiling. "I'm not homophobic, Harry. I'm straight but I have kissed a few guys, mostly during Entranced or Cursed, but it's no big deal. Really, no one's going to mind at all, trust me. Ambreen will be disappointed as well as half the other girls in this school, but I'm sure many guys will be very glad."

Harry felt his cheeks grow hot. He couldn't really say anything but he nodded gratefully. He helped Tavis set up the tables that had snacks and drinks on them. Tavis mentioned to him that because the seniors were throwing their own party Saturday that they had extra drinks so they offered some to him. Harry thought that was really generous of them, especially since only a couple seniors had been invited. It was last-minute and Tavis knew Harry had to be up by ten the next morning to go meet his friends so that was why only two other common rooms had been invited. That would make about twenty-five people, which was plenty to him.

Soon after the tables were set up and the room was expanded, people started showing up. Harry got a little nervous when he saw Ambreen with a couple of her friends. Immediately, the brunette smiled at him and came over. Her eyes subtly up and down his body and Harry felt a bit exposed, despite the fact that hardly any skin was showing.

"Harry, it's so wonderful to see you again," Ambreen smiled, moving to embrace him.

Harry was startled but he patted her back awkwardly. She pulled away and took his hand, dragging him to one of the couches.

"We never get to talk, just the two of us, you know? You look great, by the way."

Her glossy lips curled into a smile and Harry swallowed thickly. She was wearing a white glimmering tank-top that showed quite a bit of cleavage and a short skirt. Her hair was done up in a magical bun that sent glimmers every now and then. She obviously wanted to be noticed. And her face looked as smooth as silk, probably due to Miranda's Miracle Powder which was a common accessory of most girls. It was charmed powder that could cover up any blemishes, scars, dark circles, anything for up to twenty-four hours. Hermione also had it as well as Ginny.

"Er, thanks. You look nice too," Harry said, trying to sound polite. He didn't want to her to think he was flirting (since he wasn't remotely interested).

Smiling girlishly, she bit her lower lip then turned to him. "Harry, are you seeing anyone?"

His stomach suddenly churned with anxiety and Harry shook his head honestly. Ambreen scooted closer to him and put a hand on his.

"I hear that Tavis wants to start a game of Entranced or Cursed. I have to admit Harry, I was…very disappointed I hadn't stayed for the last game you played."

Harry's throat tightened and he lost the will to speak. Her eyes began getting closer, just like Cho's had only hers weren't tear-filled they were glittering from the eye-shadow she was wearing.

"Ambreen," Harry said, before her face got within half a foot.

"What is it Harry? Is it the make-up? Is it smudged?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Er, no it's not that. It's just…I'm…," Harry stared at her as she blinked expectantly. "I'm not interested in women."

Ambreen's eyes widened a bit, but she didn't look that surprised. Instead she sighed with disappointment.

"Damn…I should've known. You're just so sexy, but many good-looking guys prefer men over women these days. I mean, don't get me wrong, there are plenty of straight good-looking men, but…well…I was really attracted to you," she said, glancing at him.

Harry nodded in understanding. "Sorry, I just thought you should know."

"Oh don't apologize, Harry," she waved her hand. "But, just out of curiosity, would you be against kissing a girl in a game of Entranced or Cursed?"

Harry blinked and shook his head. "No, girls don't disgust me I just prefer men."

It felt very odd to say, but he knew it was the truth. Although he'd never had a boyfriend, it was obvious which he was leaning towards. Ambreen gave him a sincere smile.

"Well that's good to know. Maybe I can still have my fantasy fulfilled then," she winked.

Harry felt his face heat up. She was definitely very pretty and although he wouldn't be against kissing her in a game, he wouldn't want to date her.

"Alright, well do you mind if I let the girls know?" she asked, referring to her friends.

Harry shook his head. "No, people are bound to find out eventually anyway."

She smiled again and reached out to touch his hand. "I really do envy any guy that gets with you. If you ever want some sexual relief though, I'm always up for it."

She licked her lips and Harry got the distinct impression she was referring to blow-jobs. After all, Tavis said she was very talented. Nodding while slightly embarrassed, Harry answered: "Er, okay."

Leaning forward, Ambreen planted a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks," Harry said, watching as she got up.

She gave him another smile before she joined her friends again. Harry took in a deep breath, thankful that it hadn't been too hard.

"Hey Harry," Liam plopped down. "I noticed you didn't have a drink so I got you one."

Harry smiled as he took the bottle of Red Rose. "Thanks."

"So, I saw you talking to Ambreen," Liam smiled, resting his head back. "She's a cutey huh?"

"I guess so, but I'm gay," Harry shrugged.

"No way, I would've never guessed."

Harry found that it was easier to say each time and no one reacted badly at all. Ron and Hermione though would be a different story. He knew his friends would accept him no matter what, but it might be harder for them since they grew up together. And he didn't even want to think about Ginny's reaction. Liam smiled and patted his back.

"Blake'll be happy to know that. He's gay too and ever since he broke up with his last boyfriend almost five months ago he's been dying to find someone new. He even admitted that he thought you were hot."

Harry flushed at that. "Er, really?"

He tried to sound surprised and Liam bought it, nodding. "Oh yeah, but don't tell him I told you. I'm sure he'll flirt with you eventually. But seeing as how you're gay I'm sure you won't mind that. You still up for playing Entranced or Cursed later?"

"Sure," Harry said, feeling much better that he had finally accepted his sexuality and no one seemed to mind.

"Great!" Liam grinned. "I need to go get me another of these. I think we're starting soon so don't drink too much before it!"

"Alright," Harry promised, watching the boy dash off.

A few other people came up to wish him a happy birthday but so far Harry hadn't seen Blake or Draco there. He knew Blake was coming, since the boy had told him, but he wasn't sure about Malfoy. Liam came to get him a few minutes later to start the game. There were five girls playing and seven boys so far, including him. They all sat in a circle and the game began. Of course since Harry's birthday was the next day, and the party was for him, he got to choose the first victim.

He chose a girl named Maria who picked Entranced. Harry thought for a second. He knew everyone wanted him to ask her something daring to make the game interesting. Finally, he came up with a good question.

"Alright," Harry said, as she took a sip of Veritaserum. "What is the most sexually bizarre dream you've ever had?"

Some cheers and whistled answered and the girl flushed pink as she spoke: "I had a dream of being pinned down on the bed wrapped in ribbons with Ambreen dressed a man, stripping for me while standing above me."

Ambreen fell over laughing as others just whistled and cooed. The girl was bright red, but she was laughing as well. Harry smiled and took a gulp of his drink, thankful that he was getting used to playing the game. It went down the line and finally he was asked by Ambreen.

"Er, Cursed," Harry said. "But a hex."

Some groans were heard all around and Ambreen looked disappointed.

"I know you just want me to strip but I'm not drunk yet," Harry said as the group laughed.

"Alright then, Harry. Since it's a hex, but still a curse I dare you to give Liam a kiss, unfortunately clothed."

Harry glanced at the boy as the others cheered again and Liam just grinned. Harry stood up and walked over to him. He bent down and kissed the other boy passionately, even putting a hand behind his head. Liam responded to the kiss without hesitation and it ended within thirty seconds. The girls squealed and Harry walked back to his spot.

"Wow, I might have to change my sexual preference now," Liam joked.

Everyone burst out laughing including Harry who took another bottle of Red Rose. It had become his favorite now. It was stronger than butterbeer with a buttery feel to it and not such a sweet taste. But it wasn't as strong as the Black Dragon. The game went on and after Harry dared Nicholas to give Maria a lap-dance, Nicholas then turned to him.

"Alright Harry, just for that, since you're the birthday boy, I dare you to go over to Ambreen and kiss her passionately and you have to grope her while doing it."

The girls squealed again and Liam cheered loudly, wanting to see some action. Ambreen grinned, pursing her lips while slightly flushed from drinking. Harry, who was thankful he was slightly intoxicated, walked over to her and bent down. He put both hands on her waist as he pressed his lips to hers. It was definitely different from kissing Liam—her lips were thinner and it was less intense but still better than Ginny's (for some reason). Remembering what Ginny had done in the Chamber of Secrets, Harry trailed his fingers up her shirt and squeezed her left breast gently. Ambreen automatically wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and slipped her tongue between his lips. Harry French-kissed her and slid his tongue along hers for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Liam exclaimed, raising his bottle.

Ambreen sat back, grinning widely even though her lipstick was slightly smeared while her friend Dahlia grasped her arm in excitement. Harry didn't know exactly what they were whispering about, but it was apparent that he did a good show. It was then Harry realized most of the others there were crowded around them, watching in both amusement and excitement. Harry's eyes scanned the crowd and his heart nearly skipped a few beats when he spotted Malfoy standing next to Blake. The two were watching on and he wasn't sure how long they had been there. The blond was taking a gulp of his Black Dragon at the moment and didn't appear to see Harry staring at him. Blake glanced at him and gave him a smile and Harry smiled in return before quickly turning back to the game.

"Okay Dahlia," Harry said, choosing the next victim.

The girl let out a giggle and covered her mouth. "Uh, I choose an unforgivable!"

"YEAH!" several boys and girls whooped loudly.

The girl was laughing and bit her lip anxiously as Harry thought of a good one. "Alright I dare you to choose another girl to get up and dance with sexually while both of you are in your bra and underwear."

"Alright, Harry! Excellent choice!"

"YEAH!"

"This is awesome!"

Dahlia laughed hysterically while pulling Ambreen to her feet. The girls stripped slowly while everyone else cheered them on. Dahlia had on a lacey pink bra with matching underwear, which had a charmed heart on the back that glittered and changed colors. Ambreen, unfortunately for her, had on an almost see-through bra and a black, silky thong, which Liam was very happy about. Dahlia waved her wand in the air to play some music and the two girls started dancing up close, shaking their hips and holding each other's waists. As the girls got into it, being drunk, Ambreen turned around and Dahlia smacked her bare cheeks, earning whistles from many guys. The two groped each other a little bit and at the end of the music even shared an open-mouthed kiss.

Harry was smiling and enjoying the show as much as everyone else, despite having a difference preference. His eyes gazed over at Malfoy who was staring at the girls with amusement. He didn't seem to be hungrily taking in their bodies like Liam and some other guys but he did seem to be smirking slightly. Blake was also watching and laughing as he drank from his bottle. As the drinks were finished off after the next couple of victims (in which Damian, a red-headed boy, had to moon everyone), the round one ended.

"Who wants to play round two?" Liam shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ambreen and Dahlia stayed in, still completely drunk and having a great time, but Harry decided that he'd step out and watch for a change. Some groans of disappointment came around and when Ambreen saw that he wasn't playing she pointed at him.

"Harry Potter, being the birthday boy whether or not you choose unforgivable you should have to strip for all of us!"

"You missed that the last time, sorry!" Harry laughed, giving her a wink (he normally didn't wink but it must've been the four bottles of Red Rose).

"Oh come on, Harry! Please!" Dahlia begged.

Rolling his eyes, Harry responded: "We'll see."

The girls screeched and slapped each other's hands clumsily and Harry just smiled, stepping back to watch round two. Malfoy was pushed into playing by some of the girls and Nicholas, but Blake remained out. There were now fifteen people playing and Harry watched in amusement. As the round began with another girl Embra having to lick chocolate from off of Lina's bra, Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking side-ways, Harry saw it was Blake who was smiling down at him.

"You having fun, Harry?"

"Definitely," he smiled. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, let's go someplace where it's less noisy," Blake said, gesturing toward the couches.

Harry followed him and the two sat a short distance away on one of the couches that was facing away from the group. He could still hear the cheering and screaming, but he ignored it as he turned to Blake.

"I just wanted to apologize again for what I said before," Harry began.

Blake raised his eyebrows. "Hey, don't worry about it. Really, Harry you don't have to feel bad."

"Well, I was a little unfair to you," he said, leaning back as the alcohol gave him courage to speak. "I mean, I led you on by asking you such a personal question. And in the end you were right."

"About what?" Blake tilted his head as he propped an arm on the couch.

"Er, about knowing my preference. After you told me I already knew I figured out that you were right. I knew I preferred guys over girls, but for some reason…I don't know why it didn't click until after you said that," Harry admitted, staring at him seriously.

Blake shook his head and smiled. "You were just confused, that's all. It's normal to doubt your sexual preference sometimes. Besides, I did come on a little strong."

Harry sighed and leaned his head back. "Maybe, but I was still unfair."

"Don't worry, apology accepted," Blake winked. "No hard feelings, promise."

Harry nodded, relieved. Blake sighed and leaned back against the arm rest.

"You know, maybe it was good anyway. After all, this is my last semester here."

Harry sat up and turned his body completely to face him. He propped his legs up on the couch, taking care not to spill his drink.

"You're leaving? When?"

"The semester ends before Christmas, basically by mid-December," Blake said, taking a sip of his drink. "And then I'm off to Ireland to go study with their team. I'm actually thinking about being a professional Quidditch coach instead of a player. And they've seen my class grades and my education so they seem interested in me. It pays really good too."

"It sounds like a good deal," Harry said, moving his bangs out of his eyes. "Will you miss it here?"

Blake shrugged. "Yeah, it was a good school. Why, you gonna miss me?" he grinned.

"Yeah," Harry admitted instantly.

He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that made him confident enough to say that or not but he did. Blake gently set his drink down and stared at him seriously.

"Harry," Blake said softly, scooting closer to him.

"Yeah?" Harry asked.

Blake didn't answer right away and instead moved until he was right next to him. Harry didn't really think about the situation at all or why he suddenly put his legs down and began to lean forward. Blake suddenly was so close that Harry could smell him, whether it was his shampoo or cologne. The other boy's warm breath was on his face and Harry stared up at him. He wasn't really drunk so he knew what was going on but at the same time he wasn't really analyzing the situation—he just let it happen. Blake raised a hand and brushed the back of his knuckles gently across Harry's cheek. Slowly, Harry brought up his own hand and placed it over the other boy's. Immediately, Blake leaned down and captured Harry's lips with his own.

The lips upon his were warm and much more intense than Ambreen's. Blake tilted his head, bringing his hand to the back of Harry's neck to pull him closer. Harry's eyes had instantly shut and kissed back fervently, moving his own arms to around Blake's neck. Soon their tongues were clashing and their noses were brushing up against one another's as their heads tilted at different angles to get a better feel. Blake's other arm moved to Harry's back and began caressing him through his silk shirt. Harry continued to kiss him passionately, letting their tongues rove over the other and feeling his stomach squirm in appreciation. The warm hand on his back slipped beneath his shirt and raked up his bare back.

Harry let out a sound in the back of his throat and pushed his body closer. Blake immediately helped to push him even closer until their chests touched and both their arms were around the other. Harry's fingers raked through Blake's hair as their moist lips caressed and sucked and their tongues continued to spar. Soon the two broke away for air and Harry was practically panting. He licked his lips, which were red from their intense kissing. Blake kept his arms around him and grinned a second later.

"That was amazing," he said quietly.

Harry, who was still trying to comprehend that he had made-out with him and really enjoyed it, nodded.

"Yeah," he said, still breathless.

Blake ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "What do you say you be my boyfriend until I leave?"

Harry stared up at him, their noses still inches apart. "Won't it be harder to say goodbye if we become a couple?"

"Perhaps, but I'd rather have experienced this with you than not," Blake said, brushing his lips across Harry's before planting a full kiss down. "I've had a crush on you since I first saw you at the party. And when you stripped too…God," Blake smiled. "I've seen your picture in the Daily Prophet in the past, but I never imagined you'd become this beautiful."

It was hard to keep eye contact with such a compliment. Harry wasn't very good with taking compliments but he managed a small smile.

"Er, thanks."

Blake grinned. "So, what do you say?"

"So, er, you want us to be temporary boyfriends then?" Harry asked, not completely understanding.

"Yeah," Blake said, moving the hand beneath Harry's shirt as he caressed his skin. "I know once I move that far away I'll be very busy and I couldn't guarantee not having flings or anything out there. That's just how I am. Trust me, I wish we had met earlier in life but being with you for a few months would be better than not having you at all. I have to be honest with you though. I'm still getting over my last boyfriend who I was with for almost two years. And while he wasn't as beautiful as you are, you might even be someone I'm using as a distraction. But I don't only like you for your looks," Blake said sincerely.

"Or my fame?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows jokingly.

Blake grinned. "Well, I can't deny it'd be great to brag to everyone that I got to make-out with the famous Harry Potter, but those are definitely not the only reasons I like you, Harry. I promise you that. And hey, this way I can still be your experimentation to make sure you're one hundred percent gay," he winked.

Harry let out a soft laugh, glancing down briefly. When he looked back up, he saw Blake's shining blue eyes and shrugged. What the heck; if it didn't work out it was alright since it was temporary. And this way he would have some experience with a guy to know if he enjoyed it more or not. Since he knew it was temporary, he probably wouldn't get too attached but he was actually feeling pretty comfortable around the older boy. They had been acquainted friends after all.

"Alright," Harry smiled. "But I have to warn you that I don't deal very well with emotions. Er, at least with girls I don't. I'm not sure how I'd be as a boyfriend."

"Don't worry, you're a great kisser. What more is there?" Blake winked again, bending down to kiss him.

Harry closed his eyes and almost groaned at the warm feeling against his lips. The hand on his back slid further up and Harry knew he was definitely enjoying Blake way more than Ginny. It would still be nice for him to experience having a boyfriend for a little while though. And perhaps it would even help him forget the weird feelings he'd been having about Malfoy.

TO BE CONTINUED…

To Reviewers:

Jonadark: Wow, such a long review, thanks! Yeah, Draco's being an ass, but we can't expect our arrogant blond to turn nice in a flash, right:-) Oh don't worry, as you can see Harry's giving Blake a shot. I'm not using Blake for exactly the reason that most people might think, but it IS for a good reason. Trust me. Oh don't worry, much sense will be knocked into Draco eventually, but it won't be easy. And there will still be much frustration with him, but very slowly he'll begin to change. Lol! Oh, about the title? BOTH actually will be captivated by each other. It's slowly starting to show. In Harry it's a little more obvious right now, but you'll get to see more Draco-action soon enough. My commitment to some stories lacks too, so don't feel like you're the only one. I'll update very shortly! Thanks again!

Vegetas-littleprincess07: Thank you very much! I'll update shortly!

Frogginginsanity: Thank you:-)

Arya: Oh don't worry, this should be finished soon enough. I've been updating every few days so you won't have to wait long.

Nixie02: Don't worry, I've been updating every few days so I won't make you wait long! AHHH! Pink bunnies! The horror:-)

The Earth Mystic: Bet you don't feel so sorry for Blake now, right:P Yep, Harry got an eye-full of Draco's arse, but still has yet to see the good parts, lol! Have no fear, Rita will show her beetle-face eventually. :-) Lol! Ginny will try and get Harry stuck but so far she hasn't succeeded so you'll just have to see what happens. MUAHAHA! I'll update shortly!

wIthOUt A nAmE: Oh good, I'm so glad you like seeing your name here, lol! It's easier to reply to people directly through chapters if they have questions and also to show them my appreciation of feed-back. :-) Well, you got your wish! Harry is going to experiment with Blake! It's for a very good reason, not necessarily in the exact way people might think.

Fudgebaby: Thanks!

Meka: Lol! Oh yes, Blake wasn't about to give up his chance at kissing a slightly drunk Harry. Don't worry though, Harry's interested in him. You will see what happens with Malfoy. Have no fear, the Harry/Draco action is building up—it will come eventually.

Dragenphly: Yes, Draco loves giving Harry such a hard time. He likes seeing him all riled-up. :-) Well, you got your wish! Harry is experimenting with Blake for a little while. It's not for the exact reason people seem to think though. Tehehehe!

Branwen777: Aw, thanks! That makes me happy to know:-)

Numero uno: Well, it's not really a gay school, since there are girls and straight couples. I'm just not mentioning them because they're not important at all. I did state in the prologue, under the warning, that this will have male/male action and it focuses on Draco/Harry. If you don't like that you don't have to read it.

Ashes of Stars: Thank you!

Jeje: Lol! Don't worry, I've been updating every few days so I hope to keep that up. :-)

C.Khafre: Thanks very much! I'm glad they're not OOC. :-)

GreenEyedCatDragon: Ah yes, Draco is slowly, SLOWLY going to show some feeling. With Harry it's a little more obvious since it's in his P.O.V. but don't worry, you'll get your Draco/Harry action soon enough. And Blake is for a use that's not exactly obvious right now. :-)

Pixie9: Oh, thanks so much! I'm glad you're liking this. There will still be much suspense, but don't worry the Draco/Harry goodness will come!