A/N: Well this chapter was going to be longer (which means I now have some of chapter 25 written instead) but I didn't really know where to go, so I figured instead of making you wait longer, I would put out two slightly shorter (but still longer than usual) chapters.

Actually, I'm proud of the length of this because I wrote it in one night. Damn straight. Please review! It makes me ecstatic and an ecstatic me a smutty fic. Not that I'm bribing you… :D

To some reviewers (quickly, before you kill me for rambling): be patient! They will bond and it will be beautiful and hot and anything else I can make it! It's coming so control yourselves! (Not that I don't love hearing it haha).

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True to his word, the next morning Dumbledore led Harry, accompanied by Ron, to his new room. He hadn't been kidding when he said it was just round the corner. The Headmaster had left them at the portrait, telling them the password, 'Ice Mice' and reminding them to be on time to breakfast.

Harry walked into his new rooms, followed by Ron. They were decorated quite neutrally, considering it was the Headmaster who had them decorated. Nice soft blues and greens washed the walls, and the furniture was a cream colour.

Harry entered the bedroom and nearly fell down. The bed was huge, bigger than any he'd ever lain in, with an ornate headboard. He smiled up at Ron when he walked in.

"Quite the set up you've got here yeah?"

"Mm… it'll be weird not being around anyone else though. I've never really had my own room and it will take some getting used to."

"Believe me mate; it won't be long til you'll never be willing to share a room again. It's great."

Harry laughed and supposed his friend was right. After all, it wasn't like he wouldn't always have his friends from Gryffindor and Draco over.

He lay back in his bed, staring at the ceiling – which, he had just noticed, had a pattern of grey and white on it, and smiled.

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Draco had been similarly shown to his room, only by his House Head, Professor Snape. He wasn't as awed as Harry had been, having come from an extremely wealthy family to begin with, but even he was duly impressed.

Like Harry, his room was fairly neutral, and his bed remarkable.

He was entertaining Pansy and Blaise at the moment, and they were discussing the upcoming party.

"I don't want anything big. But we should definitely invite Harry; I want you to properly meet him."

"But that means we can't really have that many Slytherins. And I'm sorry love, but I can't imagine Gryffindor's throwing a good party."

Draco rolled his eyes. "We can have a good party later. After all, I have this room all year. But you should get acquainted. I should meet Granger and Weasley anyway. As much as I dread it, I know they're Harry's friends and therefore, cannot possibly be as unpleasant as I imagine."

Blaise laughed. "You do realize they're probably not going to want to come. They hate Slytherins. I'm awfully surprised they don't have your head for being with their poor innocent Potter."

Draco glared momentarily at the implied insult on his mate. "Shut up you. I'm inviting them here this weekend, whether you come or not, that's your decision. But I think it would be good if we could all be on somewhat decent terms."

A sigh was heard from both of Draco's friends. "Fine. But only for you Draco darling. Don't think I'm going soft on you or anything. Although I do somewhat agree."

The blond smiled at Pansy. "And you Blaise?" Draco asked hopefully. He hoped Blaise realized how important it was to him that they accept his mate. If, after all, it came down to a choice between his friends and his mate, he would have no choice – or desire – to choose anything other than Harry.

"Just so long as we can have a fun party later. It would be sort of nice to really meet people from other houses. But I won't get my hopes up."

Draco smiled, grateful for his friends, no matter how annoying they could be.

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The weekend arrived after what felt like forever, though in reality, only a couple days. Harry and Draco had discussed it and thought it was definitely a good idea for their friends to meet.

Hermione was more open to the idea then Ron, of course, but they were both eventually walking down to the dungeons on Saturday night with Harry leading them.

Harry was nervous. No. That was an understatement. He had barely spoken to Draco, except to plan this mini-party, and he didn't know how either of their friends would react to being thrown together. He hoped it wasn't as bad as he had imagined. Though he honestly didn't see how it could be.

Reaching the portrait of an elegant woman, that Harry recognized to be the entrance to Draco's dorm, he stopped abruptly and turned to his friends.

"Don't take offense to this but… Oh Merlin don't be…rude. Or – anything. You know? I'm just really nervous."

Hermione stroked his arm soothingly. "Harry, you have nothing to worry about. We're practically adults. We can handle being in a potentially awkward situation without… lashing out. Can't we Ron?" She shot him a pointed look and nudged him.

"Erm, yeah of course. Nothing to worry about."

"Really?" Harry asked dubiously.

"…Hermione will keep me in line."

Harry smiled. That, he believed.

With that small comfort, he knocked on the portrait, feeling a tinge of guilt as the lady in the painting shrieked in outrage.

Draco came to answer the door immediately. "What took you so long? We've been waiting! Come in."

The scene that greeted the Gryffindors was that of Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott gathered in a triangle speaking in hushed tones. Not a very friendly sight.

However, when they saw that their guests had finally arrived, they seemed to instantly become more personable. They gave tentative smiles, as Draco had previously coached them, and Hermione and Ron seemed to relax as a result.

While Harry's two friends went over to the others, Harry himself stayed behind with Draco, watching. Their friends seemed to meld surprisingly easily, considering their pasts, and they saw Pansy hand Hermione and Ron small glasses, though definitely bigger than shot glasses, of firewhiskey.

"You know," Draco said quietly, leaning over, "I was thinking it was probably better that they got completely and utterly sloshed to break the ice. That being said, it's probably not the wisest thing for us to drink too much, given past experience."

Harry looked over at him, trying to read his facial expression. It was one of amusement, but he could tell Draco was being serious.

"Sounds good. I've never seen Hermione drunk before either, so this should be excellent." He smirked. "That doesn't mean we can't drink at ALL though, right?"

"Definitely not. What's a party without it?"

"You know, that's probably not a great attitude, but I'm somewhat inclined to agree with you at the moment."

Draco smiled in typical Malfoy fashion. "Damn right you do."

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A half hour later found them all pleasantly buzzed, with some moving more into the territory of smashed. Some being, Hermione, Blaise and Pansy.

Harry figured Hermione had probably actually never drank that much before because she didn't seem to know how much she could handle. At the moment, she was dancing rather suggestively with Ron, who appeared to be enjoying himself just fine.

Blaise had also, somehow managed to get Theodore dancing with him, although Harry was fairly certain the latter was straight as a wand.

Pansy was sitting with Draco and Harry who, truth be told, were kind of wishing they were alone. Pansy, being slightly inebriated, didn't notice. Either that or she just didn't care. One was just as likely as the other.

"Oh you guys are so cute together. I wish I had what you have." She sighed. "You're so cute. And I bet you're so hot too. Man." She trailed off and stared at a spot halfway between the wall and the firewhiskey bottle. "I think I want some more." She left.

Draco and Harry, having been subjected to Pansy's rambling for far too long already slumped down, a little relieved but still amused.

"Do you feel like dancing? We're really the only people not doing it anyway." Harry said cautiously. He wasn't sure how Draco felt about them being together in front of their friends. Not that their friends would mind in their current states.

"Yes, why not?" Draco said, standing up and hauling Harry to his feet.

Awhile later, the sweaty group fell to the floor exhausted. Pansy had eventually pulled Hermione away from Ron and started dancing with her. She had always found dancing with a girl much more entertaining than dancing with a man anyway.

They were too tired to dance anymore, and the thirst they had built up had them downing yet more alcohol. Even Draco and Harry who had told themselves they wouldn't overdo it, had.

They sat round in a circle and tried to decide on the best course of action next. "What shall we do now? Anyone want to play a game?"

Hermione's suggestion was met with shouts of agreement and enthusiasm.

"Alright, well, any suggestions?"

"Well there's always the classic truth or dare…" Blaise suggested, in one of the first times he had spoken to the group all night.

"Sure, that sounds fine." Ron said giggling.

The dares, as no one picked truth, had started off fairly tame. There was everything from 'lick so and so's cheek' to 'dye your hair pink for Monday's potions class', but then they took a turn for the better (or worse, depending on your point of view) when Blaise decided he wanted to see some action.

It was Draco's turn and he had picked dare.

"I dare you to snog Potter over there."

Harry promptly turned pink and looked uncomfortable. Not that his friends hadn't already seen more than their fair share, but this was much more deliberate.

Of course, once you factored in the alcohol, and how sexy Draco was crawling towards him across the circle, the rest faded into oblivion for Harry.

The others got a treat, watching two vampires – the two hottest men in school – snog for purely their own amusement.

The kisses started off rough, something out of the ordinary for them, but didn't last long because Draco was increasingly uncomfortable leaning over in the position he was. He settled for ending the kiss but shoving Teddy so he could sit next to his boyfriend.

It was around this point that Draco decided to get revenge on Blaise. And to throw in Weasley for pure spite.

"Blaise, I dare you to suck Weasley's earlobe."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a shriek erupted from Ron. The rest of them however, burst out laughing, even Blaise. After all, he didn't mind. It wasn't like Ron was hideous.

As Blaise leaned over, Ron shuffled away from him.

Laughing, Blaise said, "Weasley come here, I'm not going to hurt you. It's all in fun."

"This is not fun. This is terrible. Why me? I won't let you do it!"

Harry rolled his eyes, but he completely understood his friend's hesitance.

"Ron, just let him. We'll finish the game after this. You probably won't even remember this." As he said it, he started laughing again which, he later reflected, probably did nothing for Ron's confidence in his statement.

However, this was enough to calm Ron, and he sat still, wearing a painful expression on his face as Blaise went all out on his earlobe.

Once the uproarious laughter calmed down, they remembered it was supposed to be the end of the game. They weren't however, in fit states to make it all the way back up to the Gryffindor Common Room. It was also many hours past curfew, so they all decided to crash in Draco's rooms.

Harry and Draco took his bed while they divided up the couches and chairs amongst the rest of them. Draco wasn't letting them use magic on his new room and furniture while they were still sloshed.

With Draco's warning of disturbing them come morning fresh in their minds, they all passed out.

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That's all. Some more is coming next week, that I can promise you. I pinky swear. Yeah. You heard me.

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