HP Harlequin prompt fill 3
prompter: tamlane
1-3 Pairing(s) or characters: Neville/Pansy OR Draco/anyone
scenario/kink: Characters are set up on a blind date. Literally. When they get to the agreed location, one or both become subject to a blinding charm that can only be released by a kiss... or more. ;D
Optional Extras:

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A bit less fluffy than the earlier bits, but I still think it's fluffy enough to count. Didn't seem to want to go smutty, however. Apologies :(

xxx

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this..."

"Shut up, Draco, and smile. I already told you, when we take the potion, we'll kiss quickly so we can see what we're doing at this thing."

"Pans-"

"Luna! Hello!" Pansy leaned forward and gave Luna a quick hug, dodging the Engorgio'd chrysanthemum tangled in the blonde hair over her ear.

"Pansy! Draco! Good of you to come, you're almost the last ones here..." Luna's voice was as dreamy as ever, and she seemed to be talking to the air somewhere above Draco's shoulder. "If you'd like to step inside, we've wine and butterbeer."

Draco kissed Luna briefly on the cheek in greeting as he hurried to follow Pansy into the open room filled with a dozen uncomfortably-chatting guests. House lines seemed to hold true, judging by the huddle of former Hufflepuffs standing in the corner, and not much mingling seemed to be occurring. He wondered briefly how the others had been bribed or blackmailed to come to this little party idea of Luna's when his thoughts were distracted by a loudly whispered argument behind him. Stepping out of the way, he saw Female Weasley dragging Potter into the room after her. Potter's face turned red and he abruptly stopped hissing in Weasley's ear when he saw the others in the room had turned to look at the newest arrivals.

"Everyone is here!" Luna's voice cut through the uncomfortable silence, and Draco was relieved to note he was not the only one to jump. She began wandering through the room, handing each guest a string of bottlecaps tied with twine. "These will be your Portkeys for the evening, so don't lose them. Putting them on also activates the Know-Me-Not that we're using. To go over the rules again, you'll be with whoever shares your first location for an hour. If you like who you're with, a kiss will cancel both charms and you're free to spend the rest of the evening however you like. If you don't, the Portkey will fire and mix up the couples again. This will continue each hour until midnight."

Draco turned to glare at Pansy, who looked entirely too smug. "You said potions were going to be used... One little kiss and we wouldn't have to put up with this secretive crap." He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Potter had turned at his whisper, but at the moment he couldn't care less if he was overheard.

"And you believed me? Oh, Draco..." Pansy's laughter caused more people in the room to turn and look, and Draco cursed the redness he knew was beginning to rise in his cheeks.

Before he could retort, Luna was in front of him, tying the twine around Draco's wrist. "Here you are, Draco. Portkey activates in two minutes."

He retreated, leaning against the wall behind him, and crossed his arms. He didn't care that he was sulking, though he did have a moment to wonder at the look exchanged between Pansy, Ginny, and Luna before he felt the familiar hooking sensation behind his navel.

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When he stopped spinning, he found himself in a tangle of limbs with someone else and tipping rapidly to the floor where his head hit with a crack. His cursed response came out more as a wheeze as whoever had Portkeyed in with him landed across his chest.

"Shite! Sorry!" The figure above him was a mass of blurry and indistinct features and coloring, and the voice came across simply as "male" and "familiar." At least he scrambled up quickly enough, allowing Draco a deep breath. "You alright? I think the Portkeys had us set to land in the exact same spot..."

"I'll be alright. Give me a second, my head's still spinning." Draco took a moment to try and take stock of himself and his surroundings. He was on a stone floor, cold beginning to seep into his back and legs, with a merrily burning fireplace to his left, and his companion still kneeling to his right. His head hurt from where he'd smacked it, though he attributed most of the dizziness to the combination of the Portkey and the unexpected landing rather than injury. His arse, on the other hand, was killing him.

He sat up slowly, stifling a groan, and felt the warm hand of his companion on his shoulder offering support. "There's some chairs just behind you. Cushy. Can you stand? Probably better than the floor." He nodded in reply, and allowed himself to be pulled up and helped to one of the chairs. He collapsed with a grimace, immediately shifting to try and take the pressure off his poor, abused tailbone. "You sure you're alright?"

He glanced up at his companion, who was standing beside his chair, wand in hand though not pointed. He couldn't help his smirk, even though he knew it would be lost in the spell. "I don't know if we know each other well enough to be shooting Episky at each other's arses, but an extra cushioning charm wouldn't be amiss."

He was answered with a laugh and a wand flick, and settled deeper into the suddenly more comfortable chair. "Oh that's nice. That's very nice." As his temporary companion claimed the other seat, he looked around the room with more interest. It was fairly small. Grey stone walls were covered with colorful tapestries, and windows sat high above them. The two chairs were comfortable but unmatched; one a brown plaid, the other a blue stripe. The low table between them held a carafe of red wine and two empty glasses. Something about the room seemed very familiar, and he looked around again with a slight frown. "Are we in Hogwarts?"

His companion startled and glanced around quickly as well. "I... I think we are. How odd, I wonder how brupijum managed that."

He blinked. "Pardon? You mean asforits? Oh what the hell..."

"That's strange. Must be the Know-Me-Not. I thought it only obscured things directly, like my name or yours..."

He sighed. "It may be because everyone participating in this little... thing... is also under the spell? Oh this is stupid. What sort of blind date is this supposed to be? I can't say my name is vigiwip or that I work as a wotsuk. What in Merlin's name are we supposed to talk about for an hour?"

There was a pause while the other man shrugged and then poured the wine. Passing a glass to Draco, he replied. "Well, call me Green. Huh. At least made-up names work. I was just saying I wondered how... Chrysanthemum managed to set a Portkey to Hogwarts."

"Huh. I'll steal your example, thanks for that by the way. Call me Gray. And I don't know. I didn't know I was even coming to her little party until... er... Scarlet showed up at my door this evening."

"You and me both." Green stretched an arm out and clinked his glass gently against Draco's. "Was planning on a nice quiet evening in with some takeaway and the Falcons match on the wireless. I didn't even know mosatek... er... Chrysanthemum was having a party tonight."

"Ha. You're not missing much, Kestrels will wipe the pitch with them."

"Mmm. Not if Donovan can pull his head out of his arse and catch the snitch. Either way, whichever wins will fall to Pud U. Now that's a game I wouldn't want to miss."

"Puddlemere hasn't defeated the Kestrels in five seasons."

"Ah, but this year they've pulled Wood off reserves."

Draco laughed. "So you think Donovan will be so busy staring at Wood's arse he'll forget both his own and the snitch?"

"Well, I would!"

Straightening in his chair, Draco held up his glass. "To Oliver Wood. And my first wank."

"Here here."

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The bottle of red was almost empty, and he and Green had fallen into a comfortable silence after a long and detailed analysis of the current Quidditch season when Draco thought to cast a Tempus. "Ten-thirty? Weren't these supposed to reactivate each hour?"

Green looked at Draco's Tempus, then cast his own. "Odd. That's what Chrysanthemum said, yes. I wonder if our Portkeys short-circuited since they dropped us on top of each other."

"Buggery. And of course there's no door here, and if we are at Hogwarts, there's no Apparating back, either."

"Can give it a shot either way..." Green stood and spun on his heel. "Or nothing could happen." He flopped back onto his chair, kicking Draco lightly in the shin when he started snickering. "I didn't see you trying to get out of here."

"Oh I'm too comfortable, you do quite the passable cushioning charm." He grinned, setting his glass back on the low table. Letting his voice drop to a purr, he continued. "Mmm... Could always try the other way of getting out."

"Let me guess, you want me to go over there and snog you because you're too comfortable to move?"

"And he's smart, too!"

"You're the spoilt, high-maintenance type, aren't you?" Green's voice radiated amusement and Draco found himself settling more comfortably in the chair, letting it wash over him.

"Mayhap a bit." He grinned across at Green before giving him his own nudge. "Why, not your type?"

Green gave a long-suffering sigh. "Maybe too much."

Silence fell again, broken only by the popping of the fire. Draco allowed the foot still resting against Green's to slide around the back of his calf and give a soft tug in his direction. "I notice that for all I'm apparently your type, I'm still sitting here unsnogged."

After several moments with no response to that, Draco sighed, pulling his foot back. The familiar, uncomfortable feeling of rejection started to fill him and he straightened in his chair, pulling himself out of his comfortable sprawl.

"You're certain you... want to know?"

"Want to know what?" He winced inwardly at how sharp his words sounded in response to Green's tentative question, but felt on the defensive as he hadn't in years.

"Oh, I don't know, the bloke you've been flirting in here with for the past two and a half hours?" Green's voice was tinged with impatience and frustration, and the situation began to feel entirely too familiar for Draco's liking.

"Well, if you're so desperate to get away, I was simply pointing out it was the way we'd been told would work and hadn't tried yet. I apologize for offending your delicate sensibilities with my flirting. After all, they'll look for us eventually."

"Bwatrip- Grey, that's not what I meant, and you know it."

The blur of syllables made him cringe in his seat. If Green had figured out who he was, had tried to say his name only to have it garbled by the spell, he was certain of Green's identity as well. Everything clicked into place, from the earliest conversation about Wood, to the ever-present feeling of rejection.

"No. I don't." He pushed himself up out of the chair and limped to the fire, cursing quietly when the bruises that had stiffened up in the hours of comfortable conversation flared to life once again.

He stiffened, but managed to refrain from actually jumping in surprise when he felt Potter's hand gently grasp his shoulder, tugging him around until he was facing the blurry figure standing much closer than expected. "I meant, did you want to know that it was me..."

Draco swallowed as Potter's other hand lifted, lightly tracing his jaw and cheek while his fingers threaded into Draco's hair. His eyelids drooped and he leaned forward, caught in the inexplicable gravity that had always existed between them. He allowed his lips to brush lightly against Potter's once, twice, before Potter let out a groan and pushed him back into the mantel, mouth opening and tongue tracing his lips.

"Fuck, Draco..." He opened his eyes as he gulped a breath and found himself caught in Potter's bottle-green gaze. Then his eyes closed again as Potter- Harry pushed him again, grinding against him as his tongue filled his mouth.

This time it was pain that caused him to push Harry back and breathe. "Later. The wall and floor are hard, and my arse is sore enough for now, thank you."

Harry just laughed.

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"Well, that worked." Pansy took a sip of the fluorescent pink cocktail in her hand as she leaned over the scrying mirror on Luna's dining room table.

"Finally. It only took two hours of Quidditch talk to get there." Ginny leaned back in her own chair, stretching the knots out of her back gained by hours leaning over the mirror. "Men..."

"I should maybe go up there and show them how to find the door..." Luna was sitting cross-legged on her dining table, braiding more bottlecaps into her hair. "I doubt they'll want to stay in the tower all night; it's full of Nargles and there's no bed."

"That was a pretty detailed illusion you set up before we arrived. Aren't you tired?" Ginny eyed Luna with concern, expression growing more worried at Luna's shrugged response.

"Eh, tomorrow's soon enough. They look like they're just fine entertaining themselves for the moment." One of Pansy's scarlet nails tapped the mirror, her expression avid. Both Ginny and Luna turned and peered in as well.

"Oh dear, I'm going to have to replace that chair, won't I?"