Title: How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days
Author: Yami Maxwell
Rating: R
Summary: Pansy makes a deal with Draco, that he has to make a guy fall in love with him before the Leaving Ball. Draco readily agrees not knowing that Pansy has few tricks up her shelve to make sure Draco loses.
Pairings: D/H Hr/R
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Language, Evil!Pansy, Torture,
Disclaimer: I don't own the books or the movie.
Author Notes: This story is based very loosely on the movie, How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days. I hope you liked it, I'm having fun writing it. Please review at the end. Thank You :P
Ok, here's the deal. My computer crashed, I lost all my work and haven't updated in a while because I have to do four months work in two weeks. Before that, I had ucas to worry about and now I have c/w and exams to worry about. I am trying my hardest to update, so I thought I would get this one done for Christmas. If I don't update before then, I wish you all a merry Christmas.
P.S There is two parts to this chapter. It is very long so I warn you now!
How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days
Chapter Four – Saturday – Day Three
What would happen if we kissed?
Would your tongue slip past my lips?
Would you run away?
Would you stay?
Or would I melt into you?
Mouth to mouth
Lust to lust
Spontaneously Combust
What would happen, Meredith Brooks
All morning long, Harry could feel Hermione's eyes burning into the back of his head. He rose early, like normal, and did his normal routine before returning to the castle for breakfast. He ate quickly and left to go upstairs. He didn't speak to the Head Girl and when he returned to the Common Room after his two hour long shower, her and Ron had already left for Hogsmeade. He felt guilty for ignoring her but he wasn't quite sure any more what was going on. In just two days, Draco Malfoy had managed to turn his world up side down. He ended up wondering around the grounds with Hedwig flying high above him. He never knew he was being watched until he sat on a rock beside the lake and saw the boy's reflection in the water. Harry didn't turn to look at his stalker; he was too confused to talk to the boy that had caused all of this to happen. He tried to recall the last time that Draco was horrible to him and not his friends. But it had been too long a time since his rival had directly attacked him. Long before Christmas and the fall of Voldemort.
The reflection disappeared and Harry looked over his shoulder to watch as Draco walked slowly back towards the castle.
"I might not know what I want," Harry told his owl as she landed beside him, "but I know how I can find out."
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"I'm worried about Harry," Hermione confessed.
Hermione and Ron were sitting on the ground outside the Shrieking Shack. The Shrieking Shack held great importance to the trio. The main reason being that was in their third year this Shack had been where they had discovered Sirius Black was not responsible for the deaths of Harry's parents. And secondly, it was where Ron and Hermione had shared their first ever kiss.
Ron, had been laying out in the sun, day dreaming, when Hermione had spoken and he sat up.
"Wha?"
Hermione glared at him for not listening.
"I'm worried about Harry," she repeated, "he is getting involved with things he shouldn't be."
"You mean by what happened last night?"
Hermione had given Ron a slight detailed description of what had happened between Harry, Zabini and Malfoy. She hadn't told him of the nature of the new developing relationship between Harry and Malfoy. She feared that by telling him, he would end up trying to kill Malfoy, and she didn't think that would go down well with Harry.
"He is avoiding you," Ron pointed out.
"That's because he is scared of me."
"No, he is scared of what you might do to him."
Hermione sighed. "Its too much, Ron."
"Herm, Harry is a big boy now, he can make up his mind on things, even if right now he is being really thick and not seeing the danger that Malfoy means. But we have to trust him to do the right thing when the time comes. He'll see in time that Malfoy and him can't possible be friends, it just would not work. We just need to make sure that we are there for Harry when he needs us."
Hermione beamed at her boyfriend.
"That's has to be the most sensible thing that I have ever heard come out of your mouth!"
She then proceeded to put that mouth to other uses.
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Harry was already late and Draco was already waiting when Harry finally arrived. He had spent a little too long outside with Hedwig after Draco had left and he could tell that Draco did not like to be kept waiting.
"You're late," he accused.
"Tell me something I don't know," Harry snapped. "I'm sorry I am late, Malfoy, but there was stuff that I had to do."
"Like avoiding Granger and the Weasel?"
Harry just shrugged and sat down; he couldn't be bothered to tell Draco off for using the nickname he had given to Ron.
"I'm here now so stop complaining. Do you want me to help you or not?"
It was Draco's turn to shrug.
Harry sighed; it was going to be a long day as far as Draco Malfoy was concerned.
They sat in silence for a while before Harry finally broke it.
"So, you know the basics, you can either learn the advance stuff or we could try and put the spell into practise, if you wanna?"
"It is what to, not wanna!"
Harry pulled a face as Draco corrected his grammar; he could recall that just days before he had done the same thing to Hermione and it was kinda scary to have Draco do it to him.
"And I don't want to do either."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Lets talk about you. Lets see if we can work out what is it that you want."
"Me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you are a fucking asshole and I want to know some stuff about you."
Harry fixed Draco with a cold hard glare.
"Swearing is not becoming of a Malfoy."
"Piss off, Potter."
Harry lent back on his chair and smirked.
"You aren't so keen to hear all about me then? If you want me to piss off."
Draco copied Harry and lent backwards and returned the smirk.
"Lets see what you got then?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"What? My life story? I thought that even you would know that one."
Draco sneered. "I was brought up with a tale of a Great Baby who conquered the Dark Lord, and that everyone one day would worship this child. But my Father had a different tale to tell, he told me of the boy who only rid the Lord of his power and that the Lord would rise again and I would become the famous boy because I would be at the Lord's side when he destroyed that Great Baby."
"He never destroyed me."
"I never joined his side."
The two lapsed into silence.
"I'll make you a deal, Malfoy, for every question that you ask me, I get to ask you one too."
"Its only a deal if we can leave this Hell Hole."
"I have no problems with that."
They both stood up and left together. They strolled down the many stairways until they came to the Entrance Hall and they exited the building into the courtyard. Draco lead the way across the paved courtyard until they reached the grass and strolled once again side by side towards the lake. The same place where Harry had sat early with Hedwig.
"Why do you want to know about me?" Harry asked as they sat down.
"Seeing as you don't know what you want, please indulge me in getting to know what I want."
The double innuendo was not lost on Harry and a faint blush crept over his face.
"You're cute when you are embarrassed," Draco commented without thinking and Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You think I'm cute?"
Draco gave a cat-like grin. "I think you are damn sexy, Potter, as do over half the girls in this school do too."
"You've never been denied anything before have you? You always get what you want and I'm the first to not give you what you want."
Draco glared at the boy who was sitting calmly on a rock beside him. Harry, however, was far from calm inside.
"You're wrong, well it's half and half. I have been denied something before. You denied me your friendship on our very first train journey to Hogwarts."
"You insulted the first friend that I ever had, and you expected me to jump at the offer at being your friend?"
"Before that day, I had never been refused anything. But yes, I always get what I want."
"I'm not your friend," Harry pointed out.
"No, but there is something happening between us."
"Malfoy…"
"I know, Potter, you don't know what you want and you don't have any real sort of a clue as to what is happening between me and you, but I suggest you just go with the flow."
"Seven years is a long time to hate someone."
"I've already told you that I don't hate you."
"I may not hate you neither, Malfoy, but I hardly trust you."
"We came out here to spill secrets. Ask your first question, Potter?"
"My name is Harry."
"And mine is Draco."
On impulse, Harry held out his hand.
"Nice to met you, Draco."
Draco took it. "How do you do?"
"Quite well, thank you, and yourself?"
"Spiffing."
"Spiffing?" Harry giggled slightly; it seemed a strange word for Draco to use.
"So, lets start this simple, are you a virgin?"
"That's personal."
"That means yes."
"No, it doesn't."
"Yes it does. Just like maybe means no or yes depending on the question."
Harry glared down at the boy.
"So, you are completely innocent?"
"No."
"You have done stuff but never gone all the way?"
"What happened to one question each?"
"I haven't finished my first question yet."
"You just asked me three questions in a row!"
"Yeah, and you asked me two, and a load more before we had even begun."
"Two?"
"Yes and that was your third, you asked me about the word Spiffing, and about the one question each. You get your fourth in minute. Answer my question."
"Which one?"
"See that's your fourth question."
Harry stared in amazement at Draco, the boy had was so calm about this question business and technically Harry had asked Draco four questions even if there were not about him.
"Ok, yes. The answer to your question is yes."
"With who?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and Draco rolled his eyes in retort.
"Fine, ask your question."
"Are the rumours true?"
"Depends on which one you are talking about."
"The one where the Slytherin Prince was able to received a blowjob in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room and not make a noise even when he came, and kept up the conversation he was having the entire time." (1)
"One of my many talents," Draco smiled, "it was Pansy who was giving me the blowjob and she is shit at it. And it's my turn. Who have you done stuff with?"
"I can't say, for their privacy."
"I wont tell anyone."
"I don't trust you."
"Why not?"
"You have given me no reason to trust you."
Draco gave a nod.
"Why did you break up with Weasley's sister?"
"She isn't my type. Why didn't you join your father as a Death Eater?"
"I enjoyed taking the piss out of Granger and other Mudbloods but there is no joy in the murder of innocent people. How did you kill Voldemort?"
Harry took a deep breath and replied, "I told you last night, I killed him with my bare hands."
"That's not the real story is it? Its certainly not the whole truth."
"You're right, it's a complete lie. Its none of your business, if truth be told."
The two boys fell back into silence. Harry watched the sunlight play on the water and Draco watched his hand as he played with grass. He sneaked a glance up at the serious looking boy who never saw the evil smirk form on Draco's face until it happened.
"HEY!"
Draco laughed as Harry shook his head, trying to dislodge the many blades of grass that now laid in his raven hair. He slowly turned his head to glare at Draco.
Draco's prank had done the trick, Harry was no longer thinking about that fateful day six months ago. In fact, he was now planning revenge on Draco.
"You are going to pay for that."
Draco's grin spread wider.
"I do hope so."
Harry moved quicker than Draco could see, Harry's wand was in his hand within seconds and pointing straight at the Slytherin.
"Rictusempra," he chanted and red sparks flew at Draco. As the spell hit him, Draco dissolved into uncontrollable fits of laughter. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, Draco felt slightly ashamed at himself that he was unable to block the charm or even fight off the effects of a first year spell. But then he realised why Harry had used such a low power charm. After their quick conversation about Death Eaters and Voldemort, it seem that Harry wanted to prove to himself that not all magic is evil and not magic causes pain. With such a low power charm like Rictusempra there was no need to worry that he might hurt Draco in what looked like it was going to be, a small play fight.
After a few minutes, Draco regained control over his body and located his wand.
On his rock, Harry sat there, his green eyes fixed on Draco's face, calmly observing the other boy. He made no move to defend himself. It was the Gryffindor Honour, Draco mused, an eye for an eye, a spell for a spell.
Draco flicked his wand and muttered an incantation and Harry gave a yelp in shock.
Freezing cold water drenched over Harry and the boy screwed his body up against the cold. Every last bit, from his toes to his fingers to his boxers were soaking wet. His hair was plastered to his face and Draco sniggered as Harry struggled to sweep away the hair from his glasses.
"T-t-t-h-h-h-at-t w-w-as-s-s-s col-ld-d-d," Harry's teeth chattered together.
"So sorry," the boy grinned.
Harry preformed a warming spell on himself and glared at Draco.
"Tell me, Draco, how well can you swim?"
"Quite well… why?"
"I think its time, I took you for a swimming lesson."
If there was one thing in the world that Draco hated the most was getting wet when he hadn't planned too. But he was too slow and as he raised his wand to defend himself, Harry had already cast the required charm.
"Wingardium Leviosa."
Harry's eyes twinkled as he made Draco float above the ground. It was seven years of revenge all in one shot.
Draco's protests and demands fell on deaf eyes as Harry flicked his wand and a strong wind began to carry Draco out towards the middle of the lake.
"Let me down you little piece of shit!" Draco yelled.
"Very well, as you wish," with a neat little twist and flick, Harry finished the spell and dropped Draco into the water.
Splash
Draco made his way slowly to the bank, covered in green underwater plants and Harry couldn't stop himself smiling.
"That's seven years worth of pay back," Harry informed him as Draco came to stand just inches from him.
"I'll give you pay back, Potter."
Draco lunged at Harry who rolled off the rock and began to run away. Draco following him hot on the heels. Towards the Forbidden Forest they ran until Draco finally reached out with stretched fingertips and caught hold of Harry's wrist. He tugged the Gryffindor backwards and they tripped over each other and ended up rolling down the hill until they finally came to rest at the bottom, Draco half laying on top of Harry, both of them laughing and breathing heavily.
Harry met Draco's eyes and they both stopped at the same time. Harry's eyes flicked between Draco's close lips and his grey eyes that were staring deep into Harry's. Draco placed a hand beside Harry's head and bent down. Harry lifted himself up slightly and his lips touched Draco's.
Harry had been kissed before, but nothing had ever felt like this. Draco's lips were soft against his, moving gently in time with his. Draco's hand that had been clamped round his wrist moved to take hold of Harry's hand. His lips parted as he felt Draco's tongue seeking entrance. Draco swept his tongue into Harry's mouth, coaxing his counter-part to join him in a dance. Harry's free hand worked its way into Draco's wet hair and it held the boy there as Draco continued to kiss Harry.
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Hermione was waiting.
Ron was scared to see his girlfriend looking quite so fierce. Her lips were thin and her eyes were narrowed. She looked very much like a younger version of Professor McGonagall and Ron pitied the boy that was the reason for her glare.
A whole day had gone past without them seeing Harry and according to Ginny and Dean, Harry had not been seen in the Common Room at all. And according to Seamus, although Hermione had forced him into silence after he had informed her, he had seen Harry leave the library with Malfoy in tow. Seamus had grinned evilly and Hermione feared that the Who-Harry-Is-Snogging-In-The-Library-Bet was about to intensify and Seamus was going to milk it for all he could.
Hermione was sitting on the nearest chair to the Common Room doorway, her hazelnut eyes were fixed on the door and Ron was positive that the Fat Lady could tell someone was watching her.
When the boy of the moment finally did arrive, all hell broke loose.
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After their kiss, Draco and Harry laid beside each other. Draco holding one of Harry's hands. It was a very odd moment for Harry, but he found it strangely comforting. He stared up at the cloudless sky. A finger was slowly tracing patterns on the back of his hand and he wanted to laugh at the tickling sensation but he felt that if he made a sound he would ruin the private moment currently being shared.
Draco was studying Harry. The kiss, he admitted, was the best he had ever had and he had kissed a hell of a lot of people. He was still trying to convince himself that he didn't like Harry in this way and that all of this was just so he win the bet.
"Have you ever talked about it?"
Harry started slightly at Draco's voice and looked at the other boy.
"Talked about what?"
"Last Christmas."
"I talked to Dumbledore, that was all that mattered."
"You never told anyone else?" he asked.
"Why do you care?"
"Because everyone can tell that it troubles you. You are no longer the boy we all knew."
Harry sighed and returned to staring up at the sky.
"That's because you can't walk away from something like that without losing something inside," Harry suddenly shook his head as if trying to rid himself of some kind of confusion charm.
Draco smiled slightly; he had managed to get Harry Potter to open up, something that even the Weasel had failed to do. But he couldn't understand why it made him feel so good to have gotten that little bit closer to Harry.
"Its late, I need to get going," Harry pulled his hand away from Draco's and sat up. Draco's eyes narrowed.
"Are you running away? The conversation has gone into a place where you don't want it to go, and you are running away."
"No, it's late. Hermione and Ron will be wondering where I am."
"Stuff them, stay a little longer."
"I need to go, Draco," Harry stood up quickly, his eyes now looking anywhere else other than Draco.
"Ok," Draco sighed, "there's a party tonight in the Slytherin Common Room, all years invited, bring your friends, I don't care who you bring as long as you come."
Harry gave a nod, "I'll come."
"See you then."
"Bye," Harry then fled towards the castle.
Draco sighed, he had made some progress but it was being to feel like he was up against a brick wall when it came to Harry and the boy's emotional side.
Harry hurried up the stairways and corridors towards the Gryffindor Tower. His mind was still reeling from that kiss. It had been utterly amazing. A wide smile made its way on to his face and he entered the Common Room grinning from ear to ear like an idiot but it was soon wiped of his face when he came face to face with a very dangerous and very anger Hermione.
"Where Have You Been Harry James Potter?!"
Harry recoiled and everyone looked round to see what was about to take place.
"The library?" he asked innocently.
Hermione huffed and glared at everyone. She caught Harry's upper arm and pulled him back out of the Common Room and she strolled, pulling him behind her, towards her office.
"HERMIONE!" Harry protested but she paid him no attention until he was sitting in front of her desk and she was pacing behind him.
"Tell me, how long have we been friends?"
"Seven years."
"And when have I ever lied to you in that time?"
"Never."
"So why are you lying to me now?"
"Herm…"
"You were seen. Seamus told me that he saw you leaving the library with Draco Malfoy."
"So? Can't I have other friends than you and Ron?"
"Of course you can, just not Malfoy."
"Why not?"
"He is a bastard, if you excuse my language."
"But he hasn't been for a few months now."
"A Leopold does not change its spots."
"Voldemort is gone, so is Lucius Malfoy. Draco never became a Death Eater."
"Shut up and listen to me."
Harry sank into the chair and Hermione sat opposite him.
"For seven years, we have been friends. For seven years, Malfoy has been our enemy and you cannot trust him. His Father is still alive, as you know. Becoming your friend could just be a plot."
"Its not," Harry snapped, his hand unconsciously reaching up to touch his lips. Hermione's eyes widen at the gesture, she could tell what it meant, she had done it herself after Ron had first kissed her. Harry saw her look and quickly lowered his hand and his gaze.
"Oh Harry," Hermione breathed, "what is going on?"
"I don't know and that's the truth. He likes me and he confuses me, I don't know what I want but…"
Hermione sighed, interrupting Harry.
"No good will come of this. Malfoy is not a nice person."
"But you said…"
"I know what I said and I should not have said it."
Harry crossed his arms and fell silent. Since year three, him and Hermione hadn't fallen out but he could tell that an argument was about to happen.
"I have supported you through everything, but I can't support you through whatever you are doing with Malfoy."
Harry remained silent.
"What will you tell Ron? You know how he feels about Malfoy?"
Harry bit his lip, forcing himself to keep quiet.
"Have you seriously thought about what you are doing?!"
"Did anyone give a fuck about me when I followed Voldemort to the Chamber of Sercets?! I didn't think about what I was doing that day yet I saved the World and never questioned it!" Harry jumped to his feet. "You've supported me? What shit is that? You supported me when the time was right, you supported me when I went to my Doom! You didn't question it twice that this was what I was meant to do, did you?! I didn't question Dumbledore when he told me it was my Destiny to kill Voldemort. No one supported me when it was just he and I. I am not questioning what is going on between Draco and me. I don't even understand it! Just like I never really understood Voldemort and what was happening with him. I am doing what I always do, and I am following my instincts. They have kept me alive so far. And you take care, to remember it was me who got you and Ron together, and I never questioned that you two were not meant to be. Stop thinking things over, you try to work it out and it never happens, it never comes clear because there is nothing to come clear about! You are my friend and I love you, but this is my life, and everyone else has led it for me and now it is my turn."
"Harry…"
"Don't bother."
Harry left the room quickly, leaving Hermione in silence.
Hermione was torn between crying and yelling. She wasn't trying to lead Harry's life; she was trying to be a friend, why couldn't he see that?
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Harry didn't bother with dinner, he wasn't interested in eating and he didn't want to see either Ron or Hermione. He knew he shouldn't be mad with his best friend but Ron was sure to take Hermione's side of things and there was no use in him trying to make his friend see his view. Hermione was right about one thing; Ron would never be able to take news of him and Draco well.
He ended up summoning his broom to him and flying around the Quidditch Pitch aimlessly.
Harry didn't know how long he had flown for, but after a while he discovered he was no longer. In fact, Draco was standing on the pitch, leaning on his own broom casually, his grey eyes fixed on Harry.
Harry pulled his broom steady and looked at Draco who raised a clenched fist. Draco smirked and opened his hand. Harry watched as the Golden Snitch flew up and away and Draco mounted his broom. He kicked off hard and joined Harry in the air.
"One last game, Potter?"
"One last time to kick your arse?"
"If you can."
"With ease."
And Harry shot forwards and up, he had already spotted the Snitch, behind and above Draco. He darted around Draco, who quickly gave chase.
"Oy!" Draco yelled as Harry's hand closed around the Snitch.
"Too easy," the Gryffindor laughed and he released the Snitch and counted to ten before him and Draco gave chase.
Neck and neck they raced after the small golden ball.
They reached for it at the same time and while Harry's hand enclosed the Snitch, Draco's enclosed his.
There was perfect silence for a second before Harry's head exploded in pain.
Draco snatched his hand away quickly; his eyes wide in fear as Harry's eyes rolled and the boy began to faint. He gripped hold of Harry and pull both of them to the ground.
The boy laid still on the slight damp grass before he opened his eyes.
"What was it?" Draco asked and Harry shook his head at the question.
"What's the time?" he asked in reply.
"Tempus," Draco whispered to his watch and it informed him that it was seven minutes to eight.
Harry took a few deep-calming breaths.
"I'm ok," he reassured Draco.
"Are you sure? You don't want me to go get Dumbledore or someone do you?"
"No," Harry waved his concern away, "it's gone now."
"HARRY!"
Draco looked up at the call to see Hermione and Ron rushing across the pitch towards them. Harry snarled under his breath and he forced himself to stand up.
"We couldn't find you," Hermione panted, "we were worried."
"I'm fine, like normal," Harry snapped at the girl.
Ron was eyeing Draco with disgust.
"Why are you here with him?" he asked Harry.
"Whom else would I be here with?" Harry replied and Ron looked puzzled. "I'm sure Hermione will fill you in, meanwhile, I believe we have a party to get to, don't we?" Harry turned to Draco.
Draco's grey eyes were filled with concern and worry. Something had caused Harry pain but the boy wasn't about to admit anything. He wondered if Hermione and Ron knew about it and had come looking for him, if so then how had they known?
"Draco!"
"What?" he shook his head, dazed.
"The party?"
"Oh, yes, of course. Right then, good night Granger, Weasel."
Draco finally moved, drawing Harry with him. They strolled past Ron and Hermione and headed back to the castle.
"Mind telling me what the fuck just happened back there?" he hissed at Harry.
"Me and Hermione had a disagreement."
Draco's lips thinned, he had not been talking about that but it appeared that Harry had nothing else to say on the matter.
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Ron raised an eyebrow at Hermione.
"Mind telling me what the hell is going on? Why is Harry with him?!"
Hermione sighed; it wasn't fair that Harry had forced her to do this.
"This should be Harry's job to tell you this, but seeing as he is too stuck up his own arse right now, I guess I have no choice."
Chapter Four – Interlude
And we stare each other down like victims in the grind,
Probing all the weakness and hurt still left behind,
And we cry the tears of pearls,
We do it. Oh we do it,
Is love really the tragedy the way you might describe?
Or would a thousand lovers still leave you cold inside?
Make you cry...These tears of pearls,
All these mixed emotions we keep locked away, like stolen pearls,
Stolen pearl devotions we keep locked away from all the world,
Your kisses are like pearls, so different and so rare,
But anger stole the jewels away and love has left you bare,
Made you cry...These tears of pearls,
Well I could be the tired joker, pour my heart to get you in,
Sacrifice my happiness just so I could win,
Maybe cry...These tears of pearls,
All these mixed emotions we keep locked away, like stolen pearls
Stolen pearl devotions we keep locked away from all the world
We twist and turn where angels burn,
Like fallen soldiers we will learn,
That once forgotten twice removed,
Love will be the death...The death of you
Tears of Pearls, Savage Garden
Draco lead Harry towards the Slytherin Common Room where the main bulk of the party was being held. The party was already in full swing as Draco took Harry's broomstick and placed both in his room. He then fetched him and Harry drinks and sat the boy down beside on the sofa, and proceed to try and get the Boy-Who-Lived very drunk.
Pansy watched as Draco whispered sweet nothings in Harry's ear. She screwed her nose up at the closeness that had appeared between the two boys in just three days. She knew that she had to act fast if she wanted to spilt them up and win the bet. And as she watched Draco lead Harry onto the dance floor at the other end of the Common Room, she grinned with an idea.
It was a slow dance, and Draco held Harry's body close to his. The boy was murmuring the words in his ear and Draco find it was quite endearing. Harry didn't have a bad voice. Draco noticed that Harry's body fitted very nicely against his own. The Gryffindor Seeker was about a foot shorter than the Slytherin Seeker and it enabled Harry to tuck his head between Draco's neck and shoulder. Harry's hands were curled up around Draco's neck and Draco's hands rested round Harry's waist. The boy was only slightly tipsy but most in the room were too and no one found the sight of the two rivals in each other's arms odd.
Two fast dances later and three more firewhiskeys and Harry found himself lying on a sofa, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't really staring up at the ceiling as much as he was staring at the floor. He had lost his glasses a few minutes ago and didn't have the energy to stand up and find them. So the ceiling above was just a blur of white.
Something heavy landed on him and sprayed himself over Harry's body. The something then giggled. Harry could just make out blond hair and greyish eyes and lots of white skin.
"Where are your glasses?" the boy asked.
"Dunno," Harry slurred back.
"Hn," Draco tutted and sat up, he began to search the local area in a hunt for the missing glasses.
"Draco! Potter! Come play!" Pansy's shrill voice resounded across the room and Draco paused in his search.
"Play what?" he asked, mildly interested.
"Drinking games!"
"Come on," Draco pulled at Harry's limp hand, "Potter! Get up and come play, I didn't bring you here to fall asleep on the sofa."
Draco managed to locate Harry's glasses under the sofa and he also managed to get Harry to move and they ended up in the circle around the fire, their legs tangled together and Draco's right hand rested on Harry's left but neither boy seemed to notice or care.
"What are we playing?" Mandy Brocklehurst asked, she was leaning heavily against a chair leg and her drunken slur was so strong that in Harry's hazy state he had trouble understand what she had said.
"Well," Pansy started, in the group of 7 that sat with Pansy, only Pansy and Draco appeared to look slightly sober. Pansy, however, was hoping to change that. "I thought we would start with a game of 'I Never', and then, work our way onto 'Truth or Dare' and then see what happens from there."
"Sounds like a plan," Seamus cheered from where he sat over across from Harry. Together, they were the only Gryffindors at the party, and Seamus was here with Blaise and Harry was with Draco.
The people that sat in the circle ready to play were, Harry, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Seamus, Mandy and Padme Patil. In the middle of the circle laid about 7 bottles of drink, all of the names unknown to Harry, who had never really drunk much before.
"I'll start," Pansy picked up a bottle and opened it and held it out. "I have never fucked a woman!"
Harry's eyesbrow knotted, he didn't understand what happened now.
"You take a swig of the drink," Draco whispered in his ear, "if you have done what she hasn't."
"Oh," Harry nodded although still not getting it completely. The alcohol in his system seemed to have slowed his brain down.
Meanwhile, the bottle of drink in Pansy's hand had been passed around. Seamus had drunk from it, and so had Padme and now the bottle came to rest in Draco's free hand and he swallowed a large gulp without thinking. He held it out to Harry who shook his head and the bottle was passed over to Mandy.
Mandy held out the bottle as next to her was Pansy and said in her slurred voice. "I ain't ever have anything put up my asshole!" she seemed to be very proud of that fact.
Pansy took a delicate sip at the bottle, making sure she didn't drink too much; she needed to keep her wits about her if she was going to make her plan work. However, her delicate sip didn't go unnoticed by Draco.
"Oy!" he snapped, "you have to take a proper drink, Pansy, or you take two shots next go."
She snarled as Seamus and Blaise agreed with Draco and Pansy was forced to take a large gulp, the group cheered and she passed it on. Seamus didn't take a drink and neither did Blaise or Padme. Draco was the next to take a swig and he was surprised to discover that Harry reached for the bottle after he had finished. Harry swallowed a mouthful, pulling a face as it burned his throat as it went down.
"What is that shit?" he asked, gasping and Draco smirked.
"Pure Vodka, special made by yours truly, designed to give that little bit of a extra kick to it."
Harry made another face and Seamus laughed.
"Who did it up your ass, Harry?"
Harry blushed red and Pansy interrupted.
"Truth and Dare later, Seamus, let Harry have his go at I Never first."
"Um… er… I've never… used my wand in an improper way."
"What do you mean exactly?" Padme asked, her eyes staring at Harry in fascination, as if she had never seen him before.
"I have never used my wand to seek pleasure," he repeated and almost everyone pulled a disgusted look at that.
"Gross," Padme exclaimed and Harry held out the bottle waiting for someone to take it, but no one reached for it.
Pansy gave Draco that look. "Draco, darling, take a shot."
"I don't know why I have to take a shot."
Blaise snorted. "You confessed once in a drunken state what you did to that poor 6th year Slytherin. She must have been shocked to receive…"
"Ok, bitch, shut up and I take a drink, " he swore as he snatched the bottle back off Harry and drank, making sure he took extra this time. It wasn't unusual that the other Slytherins knew of his sexual exploitations, as most of them had been done to other Slytherins.
Draco fixed his gaze on the two Slytherins and gave an evil smirk.
"I never slept with Goyle."
There were squeals from the two and Draco didn't waste time in handing over the bottle, which was nearly empty.
The bottle finally arrived to Padme who held it up.
"I never had sex in a public place."
This time it was Seamus, Pansy and Draco who all had to take shots. Draco was being to curse the fact he had been such a whore in his 6th year.
Blaise raised a new bottle and was determined to get revenge on Draco for his Goyle trick.
"I have never had a wet dream about Harry Potter."
Harry blushed bright red, especially when Seamus took a draught at the new bottle. Seamus held it up about to speak when Draco stopped him.
"Give me the bloody bottle," he ordered and took a drink.
"Shouldn't that be about a couple of shots, Blaise?" Pansy asked sweetly. "Since he has been having them for so long?"
"I think so."
Draco glared but complied, suddenly feeling the urge to get completely wasted. He was slightly comforted however when he felt Harry's mouth touch his ear and a little whisper of, "I have wet dreams about you too."
That left Draco frozen, he never heard what Seamus's I never was, his brain was still trying to get over what Harry had just said.
A few more rounds went by without too much embarrassing things being revealed. Everything was going ok until Seamus said.
"I have never had any sought of sexual stuff with Malfoy."
Harry was swaying in his spot to the time of the music, stopped to watch as all three girls take the bottle and drank. Even Blaise took a shot. He turned and raised an eyebrow at Draco.
"Proper little slut, aren't you?" he asked, feeling very drunk. He doubted at that moment his inability to stand up and stay up. There was also a slight annoyance at how much Draco had been "about".
"Shall we change the game?" Pansy asked, sensing a change between Harry and Draco.
"No," Harry replied, he may have been drunk and knew he may not recall this in the morning, but he was interested in what else he could learn about Draco. At this point in the game, Pansy was still quite sober and Harry was more sober than Draco for Draco had been taking shots for nearly every "I never" that had been said where as Harry had only taken a few shots the whole game.
"I think we should, truth or dare? I'm just dying to know how many people Draco has actually slept with."
Draco glared at the two Slytherin girls, really wanting to hurt them badly.
"I'll spin first," Pansy grabbed an empty bottle and used her wand to spin the bottle. It landed on Seamus who took a dare, and the game started.
By the time the bottle landed on Harry for the first time, Seamus had already done a strip tease, Pansy had confessed to liking it up the arse and Padme had admitted that she had only ever slept with Draco.
"Truth or Dare?" Padme asked and Harry raised his head with the Gryffindor Pride he had and replied.
"Dare."
Padme pointed a finger at him. "You have to go up and snog ten guys in this room, with use of tongue."
Harry picked up the bottle, accepting the dare. He took two large mouthfuls, as the rules stated and he stood up.
Or tried to. The world titled and he found himself with a hand resting on Draco's head to keep himself steady.
"Ok there, mate?" Seamus asked and Harry gave a nod.
"I'll be back in a minute, Padme are you coming with me?"
"Yes, I have to make sure you kiss these guys properly."
"Watch him," Draco ordered her, "he is too drunk to watch himself."
"Don't worry, Malfoy, Potter is safe with me."
Unlike Harry, Padme was able to stand up and move in a sort of a straight line and she gripped Harry and laughing together, they began to move through the crowded common room full of drunken students.
Draco growled and Pansy smirked as she watched the blond boy, he was not happy about Harry's dare but Harry was taking it all in good stride.
Harry reached his first target. Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw who was part of the DA. He was also standing beside Terry Boot and Harry choose to kill two birds with one stone so to speak.
"Hey Harry," they both greeted him and he smiled at them.
"I have been dared to do this, I hope neither of you mind," Harry informed them. He moved towards Michael first, sealing his lips against the other's boy. Padme counted up to ten and then Harry pulled back. Michael licked his lips, shocked at the bold movements of the other boy. Terry, who was very much straight as well as being Head Boy, moved backwards away from Harry but ended up backing into a wall. Harry gave him a mock saucy wink before he kissed Terry. Terry tried to protest but Harry paid him no heed.
"That's two down!" Padme cheered and she wobbled slightly, grabbing hold of Harry, which didn't really help because Harry was unsteady than she was. "Where to next?" she asked and Harry glanced around the room.
What he saw made him smile, Zacharias Smith, another member of the DA and someone he had always been hoping to get revenge on. He smirked evilly and ordered Padme to wait there as he tried (and failed) to strut across the room to where Zacharias was sitting on his own.
"Good evening, Smith."
"Potter."
Zacharias glanced at Harry before looking away again. It was his mistake.
As he turned his attention away from Harry, the Gryffindor made his move. He slide himself quickly onto Zacharias' lap and as the surprised boy began to protest, Harry forced him into a kiss and slid his tongue deep into the other boy's mouth. All of a sudden, Zacharias stopped complaining and started to kiss Harry back.
Padme cheered again and heard Michael mutter something about Zacharias being very lucky.
Back in the circle by the fire, Pansy was grinning from ear to ear at the look on Draco's face.
The boy was jealous. His jaw was fixed in a straight line and his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white.
Most of those in the room had turned to watch the two boys kiss, which was heating up. Harry had his hands buried in Zacharias' hair while Zacharias had his hands clenched around Harry's butt, holding the boy tightly to him.
Woflwhistles and catcalls filled the dungeon as Harry pulled away and Zacharias copied Michael's movement and licked his lips before trying to kiss Harry again, but the drunk Seeker was too quick and was gone before Zacharias could get a good grip on the boy.
Padme grinned. "That's the third. Queue up, Boys!" she yelled to the crowd, "Potter needs seven more kisses."
Draco watched as boys lined up behind Padme and in turn Harry strolled down the line, every now and then picking out a guy he liked the look of to kiss. The boys were all egging him on and the girls were giggling. The fourth boy was Macmillan, a Hufflepuff kid. Then, just to gross everyone out, Harry pulled Goyle into a very sloppy snog. Justin Finch-Fletchley threw his arms around a startled Harry and before Harry could do anything the boy was kissing him violently. Harry gagged slightly but allowed the kiss to continue until he ran out of breath and had to knee the boy to have him remove his mouth from his.
Harry's next victum (number seven) was three years below them, but had dark blond hair and bright blue eyes and prefect skin. He had a charming grin and Harry found himself kissing the boy a few times just because the boy had such a great mouth.
Padme grinned and she pulled the eighth guy into Harry's path. Before kissing him, Harry stole the boy's drink and down it in one before going lip to lip with Crabbe.
"Oy! Harry, over here!"
Harry spun and swayed on the spot. His vision darken a little around the edges. He closed his eyes tightly and gripped Crabbe's arm.
"Are you ok?" the Slytherin asked and Harry was surprised at the boy for even caring. He gave a shaky nod and pointed towards where Seamus and Draco were sitting. Crabbe got the idea and he helped to lead Harry over to them.
Harry bent over and kissed Seamus lightly. He closed his eyes tightly as the world before him swayed and his stomach churned. Sitting down suddenly seemed like a good idea. He never saw whose hands it were that took hold of his waist, or whose lap it was that he landed on. But the lips that fell on his were unforgettable. His eyes remained closed as the tongue slipped into his mouth and as it ended, he refused to open them just encase his dream kisser was someone he didn't like.
Draco grinned at the smile that was now spread over Harry's face and he looked up to smirk at Pansy, she was not happy about this new development.
"Come on, Harry," Padme flopped down back into her empty place, "open your eyes so we can get on with the game."
Harry groaned something undistinguishable and Draco laughed.
The body beneath Harry shook with laughter and he opened one eye to glare at the boy. He opened the other eyes in surprise to find the owner of the kiss and his smile widen.
"I'm happy here," Harry whispered and he reached out a hand and spun the bottle the muggle way. He never looked at the bottle, his eyes were fixed on Draco's face and as Draco looked down, their eyes caught.
Draco smiled. It was only a small smile but it was a genuine smile and Harry loved it.
Tbc…(1) I loved the fic Matinee by LadyVader, I hope she doesn't mind me using this small little idea. I am paying homage to her great fic, if you haven't already read, I suggest reading it, one of the first HP/DM NC-17 fics that I ever read and I will never forget it.
Well, you should all be pleased to know that I have in fact now finished this fic!! WooHoo! After losing most of it in my computer crash I was determined to finish it and I have! It's my longest fic yet and I love it. Please, tell me you like it too?
Bye!
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