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"Harry Potter, you bloody liar. Just admit that you're gay and that you want me."

"No." Draco smirked, taking a step forward, and draped his arms around the back of Harry's neck. He leaned in close to Harry, so that their lips were almost touching. Harry felt a semi-hard "something" poking him in his thigh, and prayed that it was Draco's wand.

"Admit…you want me…" Draco whispered huskily. Harry whimpered, but said nothing. Draco nibbled at Harry's lower lip, softly teasing the inside of Harry's thigh with his fingertips. "Say it, and I'm yours."

"I…I'm--"

"Mr. Potter, kindly remove yourself from Draco's grasp before I take points from your house!" Severus Snape sneered, appearing out of nowhere. "Mr. Malfoy, what on earth are you thinking, displaying your…lusting towards Potter in public? More importantly, what would your father think?"

"I think he would be quite proud, actually, that his son has become a hopeless poof…just like him." Draco sneered right back at Snape. "Don't think I don't know where you go on your days off. I'm not that thick, Professor." Snape paled, and looked down. Harry was shocked. Severus Snape actually lost his composure before a student! Two students, actually. This newfound emotion was short-lived, however, as he turned to Harry.

"As for you, Mr. Potter--"

"Harry!" Cedric Diggory bounded up behind him. "Sorry, Professor. It's just…Harry promised me a dance. Let's go!" Cedric grabbed Harry's wrist, and dragged him off to a secluded corner of the hall. Draco glared at Cedric, but Snape brought his attention back.

"My extra-curricular relationships are none of your business, Mr. Malfoy. As for your relationships, regardless of how disturbing they might be, I will have to deduct points for public displays of affection."

"Why me and Harry? Why not deduct points from the ten other couples snogging around the punch bowl?" Snape ignored this.

"Five points will be taken from both your house and Mr. Potter's. And may I remind you that both you and Potter have reputations to keep up? How will you ever gain respect this way?"

"What if I don't care?"

"Mr. Malfoy…" Snape kept talking, but Draco diverted his attention to the dance floor, looking for Harry and Cedric. His eyes skimmed over a couple grinding against each other like no tomorrow, a group of girls, Neville Longbottom dancing with himself, and…wait. Those two people in the corner that he had spotted first-- was that Harry and Cedric? Draco looked again, and his lips pulled into a scowl. It was.

"…and furthermore, I don't want you to put yourself into situations where-- Mr. Malfoy?"

"I can't go over there," Draco murmured to himself. "Just let them finish the dance. Harry's fine."

"Mr. Malfoy"

"I can't just go barging in on their dance; Harry would never forgive me…"

"Mr. Malfoy?"

"Harry's smart, he wouldn't let Diggory do anything too serious…"

"Mr. Malfoy!"

"It's no big deal if Diggory gets a bit carried away…wait, what is he doing? He's not…ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!" Draco stormed off, leaving Snape alone.

Meanwhile, Harry was trying his hardest not to watch Cedric.

He's a good dancer, Harry thought, but he isn't Draco. He paused. Did I actually just think that? I'm straight!

It was becoming increasingly difficult to believe this, however, as Cedric danced with him. He had gripped Harry firmly around the waist at first, but slowly his hands had traveled down. He and Harry were pressed against each other, and Cedric was relentlessly grinding his hips against him. Cedric was making it very clear what he wanted. Every now and then, he would moan into Harry's ear. The moaning was starting to mess with his head, so Harry decided to speak.

"S-so…did you and Cho put your names into the Goblet?" Harry managed to say.

"No. She asked me about fifteen minutes before Dumbledore made the announcement." Cedric grimaced. "I wish I hadn't said yes. She's just so…"

"So… Cho?" Harry offered. Cedric nodded.

"But," he added, pulling Harry a little closer, "what's been bothering me is that if I had put my name in, we'd be like this all night." The way he said all night made Harry think that Cedric wasn't just talking about dancing. He blushed.

"You seem so sure of that."

"Why shouldn't I be, Harry?" Cedric brought his face close to Harry's, his fingers slithering across his hips.

"Cedric…" Harry whimpered, trying to wriggle out of his grip. Cedric pulled Harry closer, and slid his hands up Harry's shirt.

"C'mon, Harry. This was meant to happen." Cedric ran his tongue along Harry's lips, and his fingers were beginning to travel toward Harry's pants, when a fist made contact with the side of Cedric's head. A very angry Draco Malfoy kneeled down to where Cedric lay.

"Mine" he whispered.

So that's it for chapter 6! I hope you liked it! If anyone thinks something should happen, let me know of the something, and I might put it into action. Because SOME people coughJuliacough refuse to let me sleep unless I add in some Ginny/Luna somewhere.