Author's Note-Thank you everyone who reviewed, favourited, followed or just read the story. Sorry this took longer then I expected, I wanted it finished in a week but things came up. Anyway, here's chapter 7, this is going to get a little intense so there will be smut, you have been warned. I hope you enjoy :D
Also, I owe Lady Gaga and the song Judas and Slytherin Weekend by Swish and Flick for giving me inspiration. Seriously, amazing songs and I usually hate Lady Gaga. I think Judas is the perfect song to describe Harry and Draco's relationship.
Chapter 7- Slytherin Parties
"I know"
Draco looked up from his Potions book, raising his brow in an inquisitive manner, his mouth however forming into his notorious Malfoy smirk. "What do you know Harry?"
"What happened last week. Here," Harry said, motioning to the very bed he was sitting on "I remember everything,"
He closed his Potions book, giving his roommate his full attention. He knew at one point this was going to occur. He sighed, deciding at last on a playful smirk, he had no clue how Harry was going to react.
"I have no idea what you are referring to. Could you be a little more specific?" He asked, deciding at this point that his manicured nails need to be examined. He flinched as another hand joined his, the other lifting his chin, forcing him to look into those beautiful emerald eyes. He couldn't help but gasp softly, wondering if Harry knew what one small touch did to him.
"Oh really Draco? I have a feeling you do because you've been acting strange ever since. I may have been a Slytherin for only a short while but I'm starting to figure you out Draco Malfoy. I gather when a Malfoy wants something, they do everything in their power to get it, any means possible," Harry said, letting go of him only to look at him with playful eyes.
"Malfoys always get what they want but I don't see how this has anything to do with whatever you are speaking of," He drawled, knowing full well what he was talking about. He smirked as he saw irritation flash in Harry's mesmerizing eyes.
"Don't play cute Dray it doesn't agree with you. The longing stares when you think I'm not looking? The very revealing outfits of recent? Practising Quidditch shirtless? Or how about this morning when you happened to walk out of the bathroom wet and naked when I was just waking up and then rubbing lotion all over yourself? You didn't think I wouldn't notice did you?" Harry asked, making him roll his eyes dramatically as he opened his Potions book back up. As his eyes casted downwards, making sure he gave Harry the full impression he was quite bored, did he softly smile. So the ex- Gryffindor was at last catching on? He was obviously more aware of his surroundings than he first thought.
"Oh Harry, I think Daphne is getting to you. You are obviously delusional, maybe I should take you to Madame Pomfrey," He said, not needing to look up to know that Harry was getting rather frustrated.
"I'm not seeing things Draco, I know you like me," Harry proclaimed, making him laugh lightly which only made Harry snort and cross his arms defiantly "Don't deny it Draco,"
"Whatever you say Harry," He mumbled, only to be startled when his book was thrown across the room. He looked up but it was too late as he was pinned against his bed with Harry on top of him. He gasped, giving Harry perfect opportunity to capture their lips together in a hard, but long awaited kiss. "Harry... what are you..."
"I'm proving that you like me," Harry replied calmly as he started to move downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the nap of his neck and chest. He groaned, his body growing warmer at every touch. Fingers roamed aimlessly around his upper half, touching him in all the right places. Their bodies were so close, he could feel the heat radiating off Harry. Hands clasp his, pushing him deeper into the bed- a hiss escaped him as the boy wonder forced himself on to him. Harry rubbed his body against his, feeling the erection trapped inside Harry's jeans. He gasped as Harry's fervid breath ran down his neck as his face pressed into his shoulder. Time ceased as he felt the ex- Gryffindor taking him all in, moistened lips just grazing the skin right below his ear. His head fell back against the sheets as Harry molded into him further. He couldn't breathe, his body was numb, his heart was racing. His face turned, skin finally touching skin, and his entire being became inflamed. He panted as lips touched flesh, his body instinctively arching into the being above him. He was paralysed. Time slowed. Lips grazed his ear and he felt his heart stop."You're mine,"
"I am... not anybodies... you are mine," He stammered only getting short gasps. He looked down only to notice they had changed positions, he was now straddling Harry. A wicked smile slowly spread across his pale lips as he noticed that Harry was also tied down "See. All mine. Say it,"
"I'm yours," Harry moaned, his lips just begging to be kissed. He grinned, slowly leaning forward, his eyes never leaving Harry's emerald ones as finally their lips met. He felt Harry moan, giving him full access. He took full advantage, exploring the long awaited territory wanting to remember every detail."Touch me Draco,"
He couldn't argue with that as he ran his hands along Harry's naked chest, flashes of last week coming back. He smirked as Harry became mush in his hands, withering around. He leaned down, leaving light kisses along Harry's chest, his nails digging sharply into Harry's hips. The boy groaned, arching into him and he sunk his teeth into the exposed shoulder, making sure he left his mark. A heated moan echoed in their room making him capture their lips together again. His hands went south, his fingers slowly grazing over Harry's growing bulge in his very tight jeans. The body below him arched and quivered, he wondered what he would be like if he was inside of him.
His thoughts melted away as his eyes opened wide only to notice he wasn't looking down at Harry but at the ceiling. His toes curled and his hands gripped the sheets as the most amazing feeling spread through his body. He could feel lips wrapped around his manhood as he watched in awe as Harry's head bobbed up and down. He gasped, his head falling back, body arching as Harry started using his tongue.
"Harry... what..." He heaved, not having a coherent thought in his head.
"Like that? I'm all yours Draco, I want all of you,"
He panted, his hips thrusting rhythmically, hands placed on slender hips. He looked down to see Harry's face plastered to the pillow, his hands gripping the very sheets he had only moments ago. His body was on overload and he thrusted in deeper, hitting the sweet spot as Harry let out a really loud moan, his eyes closing but his mouth open slightly in pure ecstasy.
"Draco...harder..."Harry panted, the words barely audible. He quickened the pace, sweat gleaming over both of their bodies. "Draco...Draco...DRACO!"
Draco jerked awake, suddenly very aware of his surroundings. He looked down at his Potions textbook, not even able to look the speaker in the eyes. Had he dosed off? He swore only minutes ago he was eating the candy Harry had left him in their dorm room.
He finally glanced up to lock eyes with the same emerald one's in his dream. He groaned as he noticed Harry had quite the playful smirk dancing on his exceedingly kissable lips. He really needed to stop fantasizing about the certain ex-Gryffindor. All week he had plagued his thoughts- he couldn't get the incredible night they had last weekend out of his head. Of course with his luck Harry forgot the whole ordeal. All he could do now was try and figure out how the golden one felt about him. Or at least try to get Harry to remember without actually telling him. If that meant wearing outfits that so happened to show off all the right parts and make most of the school drool in the process who was he to deny that? He needed to know but in reality he couldn't just have feelings for the boy saviour. It was one thing for them to friends but actual romantic, butterflies in the stomach feelings? Harry would never return them he assumed and besides at the end of the school year they both knew in their hearts that they will be joining considerably different sides of the war.
"Awake now are we?" Harry asked, obviously pleased with the situation at hand.
"How much did you hear?" He hesitantly asked, trying to remember everything that happened in his dream.
"Enough to know it was enjoyable," Harry laughed, throwing his things on to his bed "I see you got the candy- I guess you tried the daydream toffee then?"
"The daydream what?" He asked, peering into the box.
"Daydream toffee. It's the new candy of the month," Harry snickered, taking out the same candy he had eaten only minutes ago "I may have asked them to take off the wrapper- glad I was able to see the effects,"
"Your cruel Potter," He snarled, giving him a weak glare.
"Learned from the best," Harry teased "So what or actually who were you dreaming about? Wait don't tell me, was it Ron? Can't get enough of him huh?'
"Shut up you," Draco snarled, sticking out his tongue in a very un-Malfoy like manner. "Just because you beat me in one bet does not give you any right to walk around like a total git,"
"Aw, is someone touchy today? Hey I wasn't the one who suggested putting Ron's boxers over our door, that was Nott. I can;t believe you even brought those back," Harry chuckled, stealing one of his blood pops and flopped on to his own bed.
"You always bring proof so the person knows you actually did the deed. I don't like to be accused of lying and/or cheating," He explained, glancing over at Harry who popped the sucker into his mouth. He gulped, looking away. Stupid daydream toffee. Stupid fire whiskey. Stupid sorting hat.
"Don't you cheat and lie all the time?" Harry asked,
"Yeah but that's completely different. It's all about pride here. I like to make sure my reputation is in check," He explained, a little too focused on what Harry's lips were doing to the blood pop. He could feel lips wrapped around his manhood as he watched in awe as Harry's head bobbed up and down. He gasped, his head falling back, body arching as Harry started using his tongue. "Harry... what..." He heaved, not having a coherent thought in his head. "Like that? I'm all yours Draco, I want all of you," He shook the thought out of his mind, peeling his eyes away from a not so innocent scene in front of him.
"Is that what this whole party is about? My reputation in Slytherin?" Harry asked, he almost forgot entirely about that.
"More like the beginning of your reputation in Slytherin. See, you and I have been friends for two weeks now, giving the Slytherins time to adjust to the new presence. As I'm sure you are well aware of, most of them hate you. Or hated you with the recent sorting. So this party is for them to officially welcome you into the Slytherin house, and for you to prove to them that you are committed to the green and silver. We sort of have our own loyalty problems here," He explained, "It's only a formality, don't worry too much about it,"
"I wasn't. Haven't I proven myself yet? I mean I'm friends with you, the top of the Slytherin dynasty or whatever. I mean you practically run this place, they all worship you,"
"Honestly I'm only having this whole thing because I like parties. All Slytherins do, figured you needed to experience your first Slytherin party and what better excuse? We just have way too much time and way too much money on our hands and this is one the best things to blow it on. You'll see soon enough,"
"So what do I wear to something like this? I don't really have any party clothes,"
"Don't worry about that, I got you covered," He stated, getting out of his bed and walking toward his closet, Harry following behind him "See there's these new wizard jeans out that are the rage apparently. So I got a few pairs, figured you could use some too with the atrocious things you call clothing in your trunk. I mean seriously don't you have any sort of money. I mean you are a Potter, I don't know what that entails exactly but it's a pureblood name, I'm assuming you have some sort of inheritance. They didn't put an age limit on it? I have one, I won't get my full inheritance until I'm twenty, but mother always supplies me with ample amounts,"
"No I just don't really spend much. I have a lot, it just didn't seem necessary and I don't like to flaunt it you know, I mean I went shopping with the Weasleys and Hermione," Harry stammered, shrugging.
"They seriously didn't take you clothe shopping? I shouldn't be surprised, they probably don't know what a tailor is, let alone have their own. All their clothes are hand me downs or knitted. I saw that sweater in your trunk, I think that may be the ugliest thing I have ever seen. My mother would die before she ever send me something so heinous,"
"Hey it was a Christmas gift. Mrs. Weasley went to a lot of trouble to make it,"
"I bet. I mean they probably had to save for a year to even get the yarn. I'm sorry, I guess I don't get the whole homy sort of thing. I mean mother just buys me clothes, we've never been so poor that she had to even look at a knitting needle,"
"It's okay, it is pretty ugly. I never wear it unless I'm really cold,"
"Good because you will never catch me even twenty feet in the area if you are wearing that thing. I would give my house elves better clothing then that," He stated, handing Harry a pair of jeans and a green dress shirt and a silver tie. "Anyway doesn't matter. Here, I figured we'd wear something similar, the jeans obviously and I figured a silver shirt and green tie to accentuate your eyes of course and green shirt and silver tie for myself to accent my eyes and hair,"
"Wow thank you Draco,"
"I have no idea what you would do without me. Seriously next weekend bring all the galleons you got and we are going shopping. If we are going to close friends, then you need a new wardrobe. You can't wear my rejects forever,"
"Sometimes I wonder if you were born in the right gender," Harry said, looking at the jeans with interest "So what's so different about these jeans? They look normal enough,"
"Their form fitting jeans. In a sense they fit you in all the right places," He explained, looking forward to showing them off at the party. You couldn't even get them in normal stores yet, so many people would look on in envy tonight he thought gleefully.
"You know Draco, I'm glad we're friends," Harry muttered, he couldn't help but look back in slight shock.
"That was random,"
"I know it's just thinking about today seeing Hermione and Ron. I love them, and I'm glad we're friends but with you, it's different. I feel as though my whole life isn't always in the balance. You treat me like anyone else, I like could have done so many horrible things to me and yet you've never tried, I mean unless tonight is when you reveal your master plan,"
"Master plan? You flatter me. No I have no plan. I mean sure at first I did. I hated you for so many years but when you said we should make a truce I decided what the hell right? Look Harry, I don't hate you for reasons you're thinking of. I know you see me as some wanna be death eater, my father being one and all. Thing is, honestly I have no desire to join either side of the war. I don't really believe in the whole pureblood dominance, frankly I don't care either way. This war, you-know-who, it's twenty years too late, you know? It's just ideals of old men who can't look past tradition. One day I'm sure you and I will be facing against one and another but until then, we shouldn't let that damper our spirits. We make a good pair, who knew?" Draco laughed, Harry couldn't help but smile back at him. Who knew Draco Malfoy could be so soulful. Maybe he wasn't a man plagued with archaic views of the wizarding world. Maybe he was just really good at playing the part, the role society had for him. He knew a thing or two about that.
"Draco darling, are you in here. I need your help. You have ties in the kitchens right?"
He looked back to see Daphne storming into Draco's closet, she looked exhausted. She gave a tired smile before giving Draco a questionable look. He watched as Draco just sighed, shaking his head.
"Yeah the elves adore me, well except Dobby. I don't think he'll ever forgive me for being a Malfoy. I did some cruel things to him as a child. I try to make it up to him but Harry here is his idol," Draco retorted, giving him a knowing smirk. "I'll look into it, besides it means I can personally make sure we get all the right food. See you later Harry?"
"Yeah see you Draco," He said, watching as Daphne practically pushed Draco out of the room. He smiled, he couldn't believe it, but he was genuinely excited to go to a Slytherin party. Oh how things change so fast.
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"Please, let's go back. This isn't going to end well, I know it,"
"No Ron you said you would go. Besides this is for Harry remember?"
"I change my mind. I can handle Malfoy, but the entire Slytherin house, don't think so,"
"They won't do anything Ron, I promise. Draco won't try anything at a Slytherin party,"
"How do you know Pansy? This is their house, they could humiliate us all they want and no one can bloody well save us. You do realize no witch or wizard has ever left Slytherin not completely evil?"
"Now you are just being over dramatic Weasley,"
"Shut up Zabini""
Ron, Hermione, Blaise and Pansy all stood in front of the Slytherin common room entrance. Ron couldn't help but shuffle from foot to foot, the nervousness setting in. No wonder he wasn't in Gryffindor anymore. Where was his fearlessness? It was just the ENTIRE Slytherin house, no big deal right? They accepted Harry, so it really shouldn't be too difficult for them to change their minds about him. Hell, Draco did. No it's Malfoy he had to keep telling himself.
All week, Malfoy had been finding him conveniently when he was alone. At first he was sure it was a complete scam. Why in Merlin's name would Malfoy out of all the Slytherin gits want to talk to him? Sure, he was apparently best mates with Harry now, but still? It's not like he needed him for anything, he already had Harry wound around his stupid little finger. Yet he came, and he talked to him and was genuinely nice to him. At first he asked questions about Harry but eventually asked him about himself. Then it started to get weird. On the third day, Malfoy wore the tightest white t-shirt that he was sure was entirely see through and pants that he could have sworn was painted onto his body. He didn't really think too much about it at the time, well besides the very awkward thoughts that troubled his mind later on that day and eventually travelled into his dreams. At the time he was more shocked by the fact that Draco's left arm was completely bare. No death eater mark. They talked about their favorite Quidditch teams and played wizard chess. He remembered how Draco tackled him to the ground, claiming that he cheated. It was another warning sign but he hadn't paid attention, too busy noticing how fit and attractive Draco was. How he had the most amazing grey eyes when they weren't glaring menacingly at you. How he was having disturbing thoughts about another man. Everything lead to an awkward kiss on the fourth day to full blown sex on the fifth. He hadn't even known what happened really, it was all blur in a broom closet.
It all lead to here, in front of the Slytherin common room entrance. He hadn't spoken to Draco since. No Malfoy he thought. Just because they shagged, it didn't mean anything. He slipped. He didn't like men and he certainly didn't like Malfoy. He was turning his best mate against him. He needed to focus and get through the entire night without thinking of the silver haired prince.
"So how are we supposed to get into the common room anyway? We don't have the password," He finally stated, looking at the two ex-Slytherins curiously.
"Don't look at me Weasley, I only attended these things and I was on the other side of the wall," Blaise remarked "Pansy will know,"
"You are absolutely useless Blaise, it's on the back of the invitation. Here give it to me," Pansy said, taking his invitation and muttering some spell, letters revealing themselves. "See. Seriously? Who comes up with these?"
"What is it?" Blaise asked
"Parseltongue," Pansy stated, the wall opening to reveal the fact that there was one powerful silencing charm over the Slytherin common room.
His mouth fell open as they slowly walked in, his ears numbing to the loud music and chatter. The room looked completely different from what he remembered. The black leather couches had been moved to the opposite side of the room, he assumed that was the sitting area. The main part of the room, now vacant was apparently the dance floor. He blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly because someone had jinxed the candles to turn different colors and to light and re-light every second. By the fireplace he saw a table, which he assumed was the bar with different types of punch. From what he heard from rumors, those were always filled with some type of illegal alcohol. He turned to look back at the dance floor to notice that all the Slytherins weren't exactly dressed how the normally did. They were always so done up but tonight, they seemed to all dress like people you would find in Knockturn alley, and he didn't mean the pure-blood death eater types.
"SO WHAT NOW!" He screamed, trying to speak over the music. Hermione just looked at him, pointing at her ears, obviously unable to hear her.
"HOLD ON!," Pansy yelled, waving her wand over them, the music suddenly dulling, everything sounded muffled, as if it was in the background. He looked around noticing it wasn't affecting anyone else. "A trick I learned after the first Slytherin party. We well I guess they really enjoy the music loud. Wow they really went all out. Is that food over there? I got to hand it to Draco, this looks amazing. I wonder how they got the candles to flicker like that?"
"So what now?" He asked, looking around, not able to find Malfoy or Harry anywhere. "Where's the thrones? I'm surprised Malfoy isn't perched on one now,"
"Actually if you look up at the stairs to where they split to the different dormitories, you'll see a chair. Draco I'm sure will appear shortly to sit on top of that chair," Pansy pointed out, sure enough across the room was indeed a large chair, a large Slytherin crest adorning the back cushion. He rolled his eyes, of course Malfoy out of all people would have a chair like that "Or Potter will seat in it, I mean he's become the new Slytherin Prince,"
"So where is the pure-blood Prince anyway?" Hermione asked, so she had noticed he wasn't present too.
"He likes to make a grand entrance especially when he's hosting the party. He's no doubt hiding out in his room, probably with Potter, waiting for the right moment to silence the music and show off some ridiculously expensive outfit you can't even find in stores yet. Potter I'm sure will be wearing something very similar. Also with this being a Slytherin pride party, I'm sure it's the house colors, like what everyone else is wearing," Blaise explained, he looked around to notice that Blaise right. With what clothing most of the girls were wearing were green and silver, the boys wearing mostly wearing black and silver, which was close enough to the house colors.
"Oh lookie here Tracy. House traitors, blood traitors and mudbloods. Who knew you could have everything the Slytherin house despises in one small area,"
Ron snarled, throwing his best glare at Daphne Greengrass who was accompanied by her subjects, Tracy and Millicent. He did her a once over, surprised at what she was wearing. A mini plaid silver and green skirt with the tightest white blouse, a few buttons undone with long, black boots. She had a sparkly tiara on her head. Were they real diamonds? The two girls next to her wore something similar.
"Shut up Greengrass, why don't you go slut it up somewhere else!" Pansy snarled, it was almost weird not to see Pansy standing where Daphne should be "I'm sure Draco would love a shag, of course he probably doesn't want someone as loose as you,"
"Oh Parkinson, you talk tough but you forgetting you aren't part of our house anymore. Besides this outfit isn't for Draco, it's for Harry. He's obviously the new it boy. I mean Draco is of course still the hottest, but Harry is new and available. He's also being officially accepted into our house, making him the most sought after Slytherin and who else to take him," Daphne explained, Ron couldn't help but roll his eyes. He never understood girls. Always on about looks, money and status. Never actually who the person was on the inside. Girls he thought were supposed to be the sensitive type.
Before Pansy could respond, the lights stopped changing colors and they dimmed, candles by the staircase illuminated. The music stopped as a figure descended the staircase. He couldn't help but stare as Draco Malfoy walked slowly down the stairs, all eyes focused on him. His silver hair was uncharacteristically ungelled, his bangs sweeping into his silver eyes. A silver tie and dark green dress shirt adorned his upper half, dark, skin tight jeans on the lower half. Everyone gasped, obviously very enchanted at what he was wearing. Taking a closer look he noticed they were Louis Beatrix jeans, the new ones Ginny was ogling over the summer Something about them being magically enhanced to fit your body shape and accentuate the right places. Doing a double take did he notice that they were very tight in the upper thighs and hips area, where they slowly went looser as they went down showing off Draco's height. As Malfoy stood infront of the chair, he noticed then that on top of Malfoy's head was a gold crown. Seriously? What was this?
"Good evening everyone. Welcome to the first party of the year," Draco announced, the entire Slytherin house erupting into cheers "For those who have never been let me break it down. Nothing leaves this common room, literally. As you all know, the room is always charmed so nothing is divulged outside this room to outsiders. You may try telling someone not invited but I'm afraid your mind just might go blank. The crown of course that sits on top of my head usually goes to prefect or the host of the party. Since I'm both, I'm wearing it, and as Daphne is the other prefect, and co-host of the party, she's wearing one too. Party rules are simple, dance, drink, snog, shag and just have fun.
Now for the reason for this party, the guest of honor, my personal friend, Harry Potter. As all of you I'm sure, as was I, were skeptical at first when he was sorted into our house. I feel though with this month almost gone, Harry has proven to all of us that he is committed to the silver and green. He's proven to me at least that he isn't another Gryffindor loser. As some of you know, Harry and I made a truce, and became roommates which is very unlike the two of us. These weeks we've bonded, making bets, drinking very illegal fire whiskey in our dorm room and ended up charmed and embarrassed in front of the school. He's helped me coach the Slytherin Quidditch team, and has actively participated in our annual first year hazing. He's also let me do what I please with his appearance, and has in my opinion adopted many of the unwritten rules of being a true Slytherin. So as Harry's ex arch rival in Slytherin I denounce all hatred toward him and welcome him warmly into our house,"
Thunderous applause echoed in the room as Harry came walking around the last spiral of the staircase. He noticed, as Blaise had pointed out only minutes ago- Harry was wearing something identical to Draco- a silver dress shirt and green tie, the new Louis Beatrix jeans hugging his lower half. They were even tighter than Draco's, showing off his thighs. Harry smiled, waving with one hand as his other held what looked like their school robes. He then realized that they must be his old Gryffindor robes.
"Harry will you please do us the honor," Draco said, waving his wand at the chair that transformed into a fire pit, the flames being green. Harry nodded, holding up his Gryffindor robes for everyone to see before throwing them into the fire. Again the whole room burst into applause and cheering, it was almost louder than the music being played earlier "Before the party can officially start, I have something to give you. I don't know if you ever noticed that some of us Slytherins wear rings that resemble a snake? Well to officially welcome you, I bought you one of the authentic silver Slytherin rings,"
Malfoy then took out a small, black box out of his pocket and opened it up and handed it to Harry. He looked over at Hermione who looked utterly depressed as Harry slipped the ring onto his finger, holding up for everyone to see.
"Welcome Harry to Slytherin. Let the party begin," Draco yelled, the music and lights coming back up.
Everyone went back to dancing and talking, Harry and Draco disappearing. He watched as Hermione stormed after the two, Ron quickly followed behind. He had to make sure Hermione didn't do anything she regretted. Sure things looked bad in their position, Malfoy being the biggest wanker in Hogwarts but if Harry could see past it, maybe they could too. This week, Malfoy had proved to him that he wasn't just a stuck up prat. Of course he wasn't even sure he could face the pure-blood prince after their encounter in the broom closet. He noticed as they started going up stairs that they were following Harry and Malfoy up to their dorm room. He was actually quite curious what a Slytherin dorm room looked like. They didn't have to share with more than one person.
He stopped as he looked up at the boxers adorning the door frame of the room he knew at once was Malfoy's and Harry's. He couldn't even speak or go in as Hermione stood outside the open door, watching the two men inside.
"Draco I can't accept this..."
"Of course you can, we're friends now Harry,"
"This is real silver Dray and are those real rubies as the eyes? I can't accept this, it's way too much,"
"Harry don't you realize that I'm filthy rich, in the truest sense of the word. My family makes the top ten richest families of the wizarding world. Trust me that was nothing to me,"
"But..."
"No buts. Take it or I'll permanently secure it to your finger and you'll have to,"
" Okay. Thank you Dray, it really means a lot,"
"So this is how to get Harry, by buying him things. That's despicable,"
Harry and Draco both turned to look at them, shock written in both of their faces. Harry looked down, shuffling his feet, whereas a smirk danced on Draco's lips. He wondered where all the animosity was coming from, only hours ago did Hermione say they had to 'deal' with Harry's growing obsession with the Slytherin wanker.
"I'm not just friends with Draco because he buys me things. He's genuinely nice to me and we do a lot of things together. You wouldn't believe the amount of things we have in common," Harry finally said, ending the awkward silence.
"Oh yeah I imagine. Like lying, manipulation oh and using your friends for personal gain. Yeah Harry, you really are similar. You could be Malfoy's double," Hermione snarled, crossing her arms as Harry and Draco looked between each other in confusion.
"What does that even mean? I would never use my friends for personal gain," Harry said, Draco locked eyes with him, a knowing smirk flashed his way.
"Oh really? Funny I was talking to Blaise and Pansy just before the party about the so called bet you and Malfoy had. Did you ever tell Ron what the stakes were?" Hermione stated, Harry going very pale. "Yeah I didn't think so. Why don't you tell your so called best mate,"
"Don't need to, I think I figured it out," He finally said, trying very hard to fight back tears. "Hermione look up,"
He watched as gave him a weird look before glancing up, a gasp escaping her. Harry couldn't even look him in the eyes. How could he? They were best friends for so many years he thought that would mean something. Apparently not. Apparently it only took Harry a month to turn his back on his friends and join his enemies.
"How could you Harry? Everything I did for you, everything my family did. I never once jinxed you, hexed you, put you in the hospital wing. My father doesn't want you dead. I fought by your side, and this is how you repay me?" He said, his voice small.
"It was just a bet Ron, I really didn't think you'd actually, you know, fall for Draco lousy charms. I mean, come on, you hate him,"
"SO DID YOU!," He screamed.
"Do you see anything wrong with this?" Hermione said, rubbing his shoulder encouragingly.
"Actually no I don't. Look I didn't force Ron to sleep with Draco, that was his own free will. Ron would have done the same in my position. It was a bet, it's not like we haven't played similar games in Gryffindor before," Harry bellowed
"No we haven't and you know it. It's so sad that you don't see it Harry. Draco is using you, for what who knows it ranges from destroying your life to selling you to his fathers precious dark lord. Malfoy doesn't like you, he never has and never will. His a sick twisted little cockroach that needs to be squashed. Why can't you see that?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"He isn't using me 'mione. I would think I know Draco better than any of you. He's my arch rival after all. If Dray wanted to destroy my life he already would have. We sleep next to each other, he's had countless opportunities," Harry explained, putting his hand on Draco's shoulder "Draco Malfoy is my friend, and I trust him. Why the hell would someone, trying to ruin my lif, throw me a party, get me acquainted with all his friends and give up some of his favorite things for me. Look I'm sorry about having Ron as part of the bet, that was wrong,"
"Shut up Harry, you don't feel bad at all. All you care about is impressing your so called friend, Malfoy. Do you even hear yourself speak anymore. Using your best friend as part of a bet, threatening first years? It's sad but I'm not even surprised. Deep down I always knew you had some sick fascination with him, both of you do. I hope Malfoy does hurt you Harry, then maybe you'll know who your true friends are," Hermione snarled, he looked at her shocked. He'd never heard her ever speak to Harry like that. He watched as Harry seethed, Malfoy wrapping an arm around Harry's waist.
"Actually I do know who my true friends are, I should have listened to Draco in first year. If you are so disgusted then leave," Harry snarled, pointing at the exit. "Mudbloods and blood traitors aren't welcomed here anyway, "
He looked up, his mouth falling open. He looked over to see tears in Hermione's eyes. He could only shake his head at Harry disappointingly as he wrapped an arm around Hermione guiding her down the stairs and out of the Slytherin common room. Who knew Gryffindor was the only thing that had kept them together.
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... And that's it. I hope you all liked it. I'm so sorry this took so long, I've been incredibly busy recently but I promise the next chapter won't take so long. I did some edits to the other chapters, that's also why it took a little longer, check them out if you have time. Anyway next chapter should have a lot more DracoXHarry moments I promise. Anyway, please, please tell me what you think. If it's reviewing/ favoriting / following / PM-ing me doesn't matter. Thank you for reading :)