Chapter 2

Harry groaned as he started to come to his head felt like lead, and it felt like he had been eating sand with how dry his mouth was. He had definitely had to much to drink last night he was pretty sure it was the last two glasses of wine that did him in. He really should have left when Hermione had asked if he wanted to, but he wanted to give her space to explore whatever was going on with Blaise. He went to move his stiff limbs, but they were constricted, his face scrunched up at this. He then tried to roll over but was stopped when he felt something tighten around his waist.

Harry stiffened as his mind started running wild, who was he with, and now that he was fully conscious where was his shirt. He let out a quiet breath when he felt the other occupant behind him remove his arm and roll over. After a few moments and listening to the breathing Harry determined the person was asleep still. He rolled over and was met with platinum blond hair, he froze, only one person has that beautiful hair. Harry laid there staring at the back of the other boys' head trying to remember what had happened.

He remembered waking up and Draco standing there then saying he should go to his dorm. Harry was so upset that he did not even fight it. Then he got to the end of the corridor and saw Mrs. Norris so he had run back to the Slytherin common room and beat on Salazar's frame, and then it got fuzzy. He knew Draco had been there, he continued to think while he stared at the other teens back. His skin looked like silk he wanted to run his hands down his back. Harrys eye widened as all the images of last night came rushing back to him. His face was on fire from the blush he knew he had.

He had snogged Draco Malfoy last night. . .MALFOY. last night. Harry couldn't believe it, he had wanted this for so long, and now that it had happened, he didn't know what to do. It had been a party and alcohol had been involved. Harry might not have saw the blond during the party but that didn't mean he hadn't drank too. What if he woke up and found Harry in his bed thinking Harry was someone else last night? Harrys heart sank, he could not deal with that kind of rejection.

He slowly sat up and slid out of the bed locating his shirts and throwing them on. Then he grabbed hs shoes and slid them on. He started making his way over to the door then stopped and looked over his shoulder at the blond. What if he hadn't been drunk? What if he knew he had offered for Harry to sleep with him? Then what, he could be ruining the beginnings of something he had always wanted. Harry slipped over to the black desk and wrote out a note.

Have to get back to my room, Sleep well

He left it simple and without his name so if Draco read it and the person Draco remembered was someone other tan Harry it would save them both the embarrassment. But if Draco did mean for it to be Harry then the blond couldn't be upset because he did technically leave a note. He laid the parchment next to the blond on the pillow and slipped out of the room. Making his way through the thankfully empty common room.

He had finally made it to the Gryffindor common room after stumbling around with a headache and nausea for about fifteen minutes. He needed a hangover potion bad and he knew who would have one handy. He started making his way up to Hemiones room when he heard a shout coming from the top floor where her room was, he picked up his pace and as he got closer, he could make out Ron yelling. When he made it to the last step, he was met with his sister standing in front of the door red in the face and eyes glistening with unshed tears. Ron was red from his hair down to his neck and he was screaming.

" What are you hiding, there's no reason I cant come into your room. It has never been an issue before until now! You always come into my room!" The red head spit out.

"I only ever came into your room when you, Harry, and I had something to discuss. Same reason you ever came into my room. Don't you dare act like we have ever had any other things going on in a manner such as that" the girl yelled back.

"Hey what the hell is going on! Ron you have no right to be screaming at her like that now get lost. I will be reporting this and writing home about it" Harry growled as he made his way over and stood by Hermione.

"I don't give a damn Potter. We have something to discuss and she needs to let me in" Ron hissed

"Its Black to you Weasley. There's nothing to discuss now leave, you have no reason to try and force your way into a ladies room. If you wont leave then I will make you" Harry said in a deadly tone. Hermione stood back she knew when he used that voice not to interfere.

"Oh that's right you all are the perfect little pure bloods now. Though not by much, Daddy dearest is still a shame to the black blood line. Too bad he didn't die that night" Ron spat, a fist connected with his jaw.

Ron threw his own and then both boys were on the ground fighting. Harry was still quite small, so Ron had his size as an advantage and sadly Harry was losing. The red head was thrown off the top of him right after the bigger boy had split his lip open. Harry looked over to Hermione who stood there with her wand drawn and pointed at Ron.

"Leave and do not speak to us again" she said quietly but her eyes were a blaze with anger. She walked over to Harry and pulled him up by his arm and drug him through her door quickly before Ron could gather himself. As soon as the door was shut a powerful locking and silencing charm was thrown at the door. Harry snapped his head up and met angry brown eyes.

"Blaise what the hell are you doing here" Harry whispered angerly. "What happened to being a gentleman!" Hermione smacked his shoulder.

"He was a perfect gentleman; he stayed and held my hair back while I threw up and then after I passed out, he slept in the chair" she defended.

Harry looked to the Italian with raised eyebrows and smirked, but that smirk died down when the Italian took on one of his own.

"What about you Harry were you a perfect gentleman" he asked a grin breaking out as Harry started to stutter.

"Yyyes I was" he could feel the blush on his cheeks. Blaise let out a gleeful laugh

"I should probably be making sure the other was a gentleman. Lord knows he's pushy when he wants something" Blaises smile then fell as he took in Harrys appearance.

"I will only say this once and there's nothing either of you can do to stop it. His ass is ours we will handle this if anything else occurs you need to let us know" he left no room for discussion on the subject.

"Who's we" she asked sitting down next to Blaise and he put an arm around her.

"My self and the one that has staked claim to you brother there, especially after he sees your brothers face" Blaise said darkly. Both Harry and Hermione glanced at each other.

"No one will see it Ill have Hermione heal it" Harry said walking over to the girl and as she raised her wand Blaise gripped her wrist lightly.

"Don't heal them…..please. Let this play out the Weasel deserves it" Blaise asked with pleading eyes. Hermione glanced between the two then lowered her wand.

"I think Ill listen to Blaise on this one Harry" she said. Harry started back astonished he was not mad but at the same time he didn't want to deal with all the questions that were bound to come out.

Harry sat down in the chair and watched the two closely evaluating the current situation. The two looked back at him Hermione was calm, but Blaise started to look a little nervous.

"I have to write to our Father about this situation that has happened. While I'm at it I'm going to go ahead and write to him about your all's relationship, go ahead and get the ball rolling with that" he said with a smirk. Blaise face darkened and he started sputtering and Hermione shot him a glare, but no heat was behind it. Harry just laughed Sirius was going to get a kick out of all this. Eventually Blaise calmed down and smiled back at Harry gratefully, knowing he had Harrys support for what he was about to go through for his sister.

"I'm going to leave you all alone for now I need to go check on Draco, see where he disappeared to last night" Blaise sounded irritated as he said those last words. With a kiss to Hermione's hand he left swiftly. The two sat in silence for awhile before Harry spoke up.

"You have any hangover potions" he asked with a crooked smile. Hermione smiled with a shake of her head.

"Yeah, ill get you one"

Blaise walked briskly down the corridors replaying the mornings events through his head. He was highly upset with the way Weasley spoke to the girl and, physically harming her brother. He could only imagine what was to come when the sleeping dragon was awoken and found out the news. There's one thing everyone knew and that was you do not touch anything that belongs to a Malfoy, even if said thing didn't know it belonged to a Malfoy. He laughed to himself in his head as long as he didn't get any backlash this was going to be entertaining. He had finally made it to Dracos door and whispered the password. He slipped in locked and silenced the door and went to Dracos bed. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared. The damn teen about messed everything up last night because he couldn't grow a pair and at least talk to the boy. He wanted to send a stinging hex from hell to wake the boy to get back at him, but he knew with what he was about to tell Draco it would make the whole thing worse. So he opted for lightly shaking the others shoulder.

"Dray, come on you need to wake up. There's things that need to be discussed" Blaise said sternly. The blond shifted and mumbled a little his brows pulling together. Finally one eye opened up to see his best friend and he sighed.

"I know good and damn well you weren't the one I brought back to my room last night Blaise so why are you here" he threw his hand out next to him meaning to grab the cover and pull it over the other occupant of the bed but was met with an empty space. Draco sat up quickly and glared at the space like it had offended his family. He then noticed the note next to him and grabbed it.

Blaise had to hold in the laugh that wanted to escape at the pout his friend wore for fear he would get a tung slashing.

"Do tell Draco who did you bring back here. And don't lie I'm sure I already know" Draco snapped his eyes up to his friend and his face went red. Taking pity on his friend he sat on the foot of the bed and leaned against the bed post.

"He's in his sisters' room, luckily he showed up when he did or this morning would be going a lot different" Blaise said darkly.

Draco sat up straighter and leveled a sneer at the other boy as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Please define Blaise, I have a feeling the morning is still going to be shot to shit" the blond said. Blaise sighed and began re telling the events of the morning. As he got to the end, he got a little fidgety and stopped talking all together.

"What else is there Zabini? Im not in the mood to drag information out of you today" Draco growled.

"The Weasley did a number on Harry" Draco just stared at the other for a few minutes as the information sunk in. He stood up and made his way to his dresser pulling out his outfit for the day his back facing Blaise.

"Details" was all the blond said as he walked into his bathroom leaving the door open so he could hear Blaise talk.

"In short Ronald insulted Black, Harry, and Hermione. Harry socked him in the jaw and Ron did more damage. Harrys lip is split, black eye, bloodied nose, and Im fairly sure the back of his head is sore from hitting the floor" Blaise didn't get a reply and that worried him. A quiet Draco is a deadly Draco.

Draco stepped out of the bathroom his hair was swept to the side and back not a hair out of place. He wore black trousers perfectly tailored to his body. He had a dark green button up on with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. To finish off the look he wore his silver necklace with the Malfoy crest and a pair of black Italian loafers. But what scared him was the blank look the blond was sending his way. Blaise stood up and adjusted himself looking back at Draco with a blank look of his own.

"So someone, well not just a someone, a Weasley, put their hands on the person I intend to court" Draco asked while he grabbed his wand and slipped it into his pocket.

"That's exactly what I said Malfoy" Blaise smirked and stood by the door waiting for his friend.

Draco walked up to the other teen and smirked. Blaise knew things just got interesting, because in pure blood society it was eye for an eye, and Ronald Weasley hurt someone Draco considered close to him. So someone close to him was going to be hurt as well.