Author's Note- Thank you so much who reads this story. Thank you everyone who takes the time to review / favorite / follow and read too. It means so much to know that people are enjoying my story. So sorry this took awhile, I was editing my old story What Can You Do With 1000 Galleons (if you want to check it out its HP/DM) and attempting to write my new post war HP/DM story, Halfway Gone or Malfoy Mania I haven't decided on a name yet. This will be shorter than the others, hopefully I'll get two chapters done before I leave, if not then this update will be the last for a while, I'm moving across country for school again. We're driving so I might actually update sooner than expected, who knows. Anyway that's the update- thought I'd give you the heads up. Anyway I'll stop rambling and let you get on with the story. Hope you enjoy this next chapter :)
Chapter 8- What Happens at Slytherins Parties, Stays at Slytherin Parties?
"Um" Draco mumbled, completely speechless. What just happened? Did Harry just call his two best friends a blood traitor and a mudblood? Was he dreaming? He pinched himself. No he was definitely not dreaming. This has to be some type of joke. Sure, this is exactly what he wanted to happen but this seemed way too easy. Well it seemed this was truly happening. Who knew sleeping with the Weasel would benefit him so much? "Do you want to go after them?"
"Screw them," Harry snarled, shaking off his hand off his waist. He sighed, he missed the warmth "Seriously all they ever want to talk about is Malfoy this, Malfoy that. Malfoy is using you. Malfoy will sell you to Voldemort. I am SO sick of them not trusting me. It's like they think I never thought of those things,"
"So you don't trust me?" He enquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Look Draco, I like you, it's that simple. Of course in the back of my mind I questioned your motives for a long time. I'm embarrassed to admit this but the first night I checked your arm for the dark mark. It made me realize that I really didn't know anything about you. You wanted to be friends with me in first year, so I figured why not give it a try. Sure, you may have dark intentions, or you may not but I guess I'll find out sooner or later. You haven't tried anything, so I'm willing to give you a second like you said earlier, one day we may be on opposite sides of the war, I hope we won't but for now, you and I make a good pair, why ruin that? So I guess what I'm trying to say is I trust you," Harry explained, giving him the most beautiful smile "So let's go downstairs and enjoy this night. If Hermione and Ron don't want to accept our relationship then fuck them! Prejudice goes both ways, they shouldn't judge someone they don't know on their parents ideals,"
"Agreed," He said, grinning as he pulled Harry out of their room, down the stairs and into center of the snake pit. He couldn't help but laugh as Harry winced at the volume of the music. He waved his wand over himself and Harry, hearing the music become muffled into the background.
"Thanks. How does anyone actually enjoy their music that loud?" Harry remarked.
"Simple, there is no talking when you're dancing. You talk with your body," He stated.
"I don't really know how to dance," Harry confessed, looking around the room of people. He just smirked, he knew the golden boy could dance with fire whiskey in his system but he kept silent "Or at least, I've never danced like... is Daphne having sex with that guy?"
He just laughed, pulling Harry again past Daphne who was grinding against half the Slytherin Quidditch team and toward the punch bowl tables. He grabbed two glasses, taking some from two bowls, pouring each punch into different glasses. He presented them to Harry, Harry taking the one on his left.
"To a fun night," He said, clinking their glasses together "This will help with your dancing, I promise,"
"What's in this?" Harry asked, as he downed his drink.
"I have no idea, I left that to Nott. I know one is just punch, one has fire whiskey, one has fire whiskey and a truth potion of some sort, one is just fire whiskey, ones butterbeer," He said, watching as Harry chocked on his drink.
"A truth potion?" Harry gasped.
"It's only a mild one, no big deal. It only lasts for a little while. It's for truth and dare later, I don't even think it's out yet," He stated, shrugging "What? Have something to hide Harry?"
"No, just, you could have warned me,"
"Where would the fun be in that?"
"You are just mean sometimes Dray,"
"Oh no my facade has slipped, you have seen through my obvious act. How will I ever be able to trick you into my secret plan now," He mocked, putting his hand on his forehead in mock astonishment.
"What am I ever going to do with you Draco," Harry teased, pushing him in the shoulder jokingly. He could think of a few things he wanted the ex-Gryffindor to do to him. Very dirty things.
"Hey Harry, Draco," Daphne muttered, obviously drunk at this point. She gave them a sloppy smile as she filled her glass and downed it in one go. "So guest of honor, wanna dance?"
Draco just rolled his eyes as he watched Harry look at her and then at him with desperation. He knew since the whole charmed fire whiskey incident last week Daphne had grown an unhealthy obsession with his Harry. No Harry. Just Harry he reminded himself. She seemed to have the impression that Harry liked her, she was dead wrong. Or at least that's what he hoped anyway.
"Sorry Daphne, he promised me the first dance. Right Harry?" He said, watching as Harry sighed in relief.
"Yeah I did. Sorry, maybe some other time?" Harry said,
"Fine your loss. You two are so freaking weird sometimes..." Daphne muttered, stumbling away from them.
"Thank you, she won't leave me alone,"
"I noticed, she's been obsessed with you since our little charmed fire whiskey incident. She probably kept the panties she was wearing when you snogged her,"
"Ew that's just gross. I am never going to be able to look at her the same again,"
"Your welcome,"
He gave Harry his best smirk as Harry's face turned into sour, his eyes darting over to Daphne who was now grinding on Nott, who seemed to enjoying himself quite nicely. At least he knew now that Harry had absolutely no interest in Daphne. He wondered if there was someone Harry fancied. Someone who he could tear apart and make sure Harry lost all feelings for.
"So I have downed 3 drinks now, we going to dance now, you did promise me remember? You better teach me this secret Slytherin sex dance thats happening out there," Harry said, he almost chocked.
"There's one I could show you but it is in our bedroom and I think you might need a little more fire whiskey and a little less clothing" He teased, watching as Harry went bright red.
"Maybe after we dance Dray, someone clearly got the spiked punch,"
He laughed as Harry pulled him away from the punch bowl table and on to the dance floor. He grinned, loosening his tie and undoing a few buttons of his dress shirt. He felt his hips begin to sway as he grabbed Harry loosening his tie and undoing a few buttons. He then proceeded to grab a now very shocked Harry, twirled him around so he landed facing forward, Harry's back resting on his front. He then wrapped his hands around him, his hands resting on the shorter one's waist.
"So you want to learn how to grind huh?" He asked, his mouth resting next to Harry's ear. He felt the man in his arms shiver, his head tilting up to look at him.
"Yeah I guess, do we have to be this close?" Harry whispered, he could barely hear him over the muffled music.
"The trick to dancing at a Slytherin party is all about how your body moves. You want the entire room focused on you, the way to do that is to have sex with the room, with your body," He explained, really enjoying this position and very thankful that these new jeans did a number on keeping his growing bulge intact.
"And that means us pressed into each other?" Harry asked, the innocence just dripping off his words. He couldn't stop the growing smirk from spreading on his complexion.
"Well most times dancing involves a partner and this type of dance involves no personal space. Now the key here is all about the hips, know how to move those and your golden," He said, tapping his fingers along Harry's hips. He felt the raven haired Slytherin jump slightly, obviously unaware he had his hands there. He gripped Harry's hips lightly, forcing them to sway back and forth. "All you really need to do is move to the music and with your partner, that being me,"
He began moving his body to the music, feeling as Harry followed along, glancing at him once in a while. Grinding as he learned early on in his Slytherin years was the perfect way to show someone how you felt about them without actually telling them. There was a lot one could say with just their body.
He ran his hands up and down Harry's sides, as he pressed himself closer to his recent crush. He was honestly surprised at how much he was getting away with. He thought Harry would have walked away by now but he hadn't. Maybe his Malfoy charm was working after all. Who could resist him anyway? He smirked, moving his one hand onto Harry's stomach his other guiding Harry's one hand over their heads, so their bodies were pressing into each other further, his breath falling along Harry's exposed neck. He watched as the golden boy trembled, their faces inches apart as their eyes locked. He could almost kiss Harry at this angle, those lips all moistened and exposed.
"Hey Draco, Harry sorry to bother you two but Draco I need to borrow you for a second,"
He outwardly snarled, whipping his head to the side to glare at Millicent. Couldn't she see that he was very busy at the moment, with some extremely important.
"Go ask Daphne for whatever it is, I'm busy," He snarled, a very unlike Malfoy pout forming as Harry wiggled out of his grasp, moving to stand next to him. Well that perfect moment was ruined he thought miserably.
"I would but she snuck upstairs with Nott and you are the only one who can stop an all out brawl," Millicent explained, gesturing over to the sitting area as he noticed a group of fifth year Slytherin boys, wands pointed at each other, an obvious heated argument going on. A drunk wand fight never ended well, he knew from much experience.
"Fine I'll go deal with them. You can leave now," He snarled, Millicent nodded, scurrying off toward Tracy. "Well that's all you really need to know I guess, have fun. See you later on then?"
"Need any help?" Harry asked, he just shook his head.
"Nah, dumb drunk fifth years, it'll be a breeze, I'll just point out the nearest good looking girl and everything will work out. You go have fun, it's your party after all," He stated, stalking off toward the fifth years, thinking of the many curses and hexes he'd like to do to them for interrupting his perfect evening.
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The room was buzzing, most people too drunk to even hold a conversation, just a lot of yelling and groping Harry noticed as he glanced around the room again. Over the hours he noticed as some couples discretely went upstairs to do Merlin knows what to each other. He wondered if thats where Draco had gone off to. He couldn't find Draco anywhere after their little grinding lesson. He wasn't sure if that was a dance lesson or just sex with your clothes on. Their bodies fit together a little too perfectly and Draco's hands knew how to touch him in all the right places. It was quite frustrating. He couldn't think of Draco that way, they were friends, good friends. Friends who apparently had dry sex. It didn't matter, that's who Draco Malfoy was. A big flirt. He was deemed the sex god in fourth year, or at least that's what he had heard. Draco liked to sleep around and have fun. He didn't get attached to anybody. The silver haired Slytherin had told him at one point he had a crush on Pansy in first year but they never dated, and that was it. What did Draco tell him he thought. Right, Slytherins shag and leave they don't have feelings. Feelings were for Hufflepuffs.
"Hey do you mind if I seat with you?"
He looked up to see a small, brunette girl looking down at him. He smiled, motioning her to seat next to him. She gave him a small smile, taking a seat next to him on the leather couch. He racked his brain for a name. He knew she was a Slytherin, not just because she was wearing her Slytherin tie with the trademark white blouse and a mini skirt with high boots like all the other Slytherin girls tonight. She looked oddly familiar, he just couldn't pinpoint where he knew her from.
"You bored too? I swear, you'd think they'd get tired of drinking themselves into a stupor," The girl remarked, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yeah you'd think right? I'm just impressed they can hold their liquor so well," He remarked, the girl beside him giggled.
"Really, you think their holding their liquor well? They might as well be Crabbe and Goyle at this point with the intelligence level around this room. I mean look at Miles and Tracy, I think they've had their lips locked on each other for the past hour and they usually can't stand each other. Slytherin parties always lead to bad choices and drunken mistakes," The girl stated, shacking her head. "I guess this is your first one huh?"
"Yeah, I've heard the stories. It's just as bad as I've heard," He stated. "So why aren't you over there, dancing and having fun?"
"I was, you just looked lonely and I was absolutely tired of the phantom hands touching me in my personal areas. Besides I've heard so much about you these past few weeks, I thought it might be nice to meet THE Harry Potter in person," The girl said , making him roll his eyes dramatically.
"Didn't think I had fan girls on Slytherin," He joked, making the girl giggle.
"I'm not a fan girl, I'm the sister of the fan girl. I'm Astoria Greengrass," The girl stated, making him gasp, that's why she looked familiar.
"Oh your Astoria, that's why you look familiar,"
"Hey take that back, I look nothing like my sister, I'm much prettier," Astoria teased, slapping him in the arm playfully.
"Honestly, you are, don't tell Daphne I said that though," He said, watching as the younger girl blushed.
"She'd have a fit if I told her, she's absolutely enthralled with you. She absolutely blind with lust I don't think she knows you like someone else,"
"How... what?"
"I knew it," Astoria exclaimed, clapping gleefully "I'm surprised I'm the only one whose figured it out,"
"Figured out what?"
"That you like Draco Malfoy of course, I mean it's so obvious," Astoria stated, like it was nothing in the world. He couldn't help but just stare at her blankly, his jaw falling open. He only knew this girl for like two minutes and she seemed to know absolutely everything about him. How did she know? Why was her business if he did anyway? Not that he liked him, he was just having so awkward feelings right now that he'd deal with.
"I don't like Draco Malfoy," He said, glancing away.
"Right, and I'm not seating down. Seriously Harry, you can cut the crap with me. If there's one thing I know, is people. You and Draco have had such an intense relationship over the years, it makes sense that one of you has feelings for the other. Don't be ashamed, Draco is a really great guy once you get to know him," Astoria declared, putting her hand on this thigh. "Look I mostly live in the shadows, and I don't know what made you two hate each other so much except the rumors but I do know you two became fast friends and you two are glued to each other now. You two obviously care about each other, more than you both would like to admit but you do. I mean there must have been something there, all those years ago or else you two would still be enemies right? Draco doesn't just forgive and forget too easily and I'm guessing you don't do the same either,"
He just stared at her blankly. Maybe she was on to something. They'd hated each other for so many years, but looking back, the levels they went to destroy each others lives, well it just seemed outrageous. Ron hated Draco as much as he did, but he never went to the lengths he'd gone to ruin Malfoy's life, and same went to the Slytherin Prince. He was pretty sure he stared at Draco more than he stared at any girl and guy he'd liked over the years. He sighed, then they'd become such good friends so fast, realizing that they had so much in common. That they could actually get along. Now he sided with him on almost everything, even getting mad at his friends who were just trying to be there for him, all to impress Draco. To have him by his side. Hermione had said it earlier but now it finally clicked. He was completely and utterly obsessed with Draco Malfoy and he wanted him. Badly.
"So why the sudden interest in Draco and I? Isn't there some boy you should be snogging and what not," He almost snarled, not too happy with some fourth year prying into his business.
"It's not sudden, you two are fascinating the whole school watches you, it's like the unwritten favourite pastime of Hogwarts, next Quidditch which again goes back to you two," Astoria shrugged, grinning at him "And the boy part, I don't bother. My parents are arranging my marriage so I figure why bother? I don't have a choice in the person I pick and I'm not a slut like my sister and give it to anyone who walks. It's sort of why I watch you two, I root for different couples, it's a pastime of mine,"
"That's one weird pastime. Your parents are seriously arranging your marriage?" He asked.
"Yeah, a lot of pure-blood families do that, especially when they have that whole, pure-blood dominance thing, no mixing of bloods. My parents aren't really the death eater types but they really follow the archaic pure-blood tradition," Astoria explained, suddenly looking at something behind him. He turned to notice a very drunk and shirtless Draco standing in front of them, swaying, trying to keep balance.
"Harry... thhhhherrrre you are. Looking for you everywhere. HEY ASTORIA!" Draco screamed, his words slurring.
"I best leave you two then," Astoria said, smiling and waving as she got up and left. He watched as she turned around and winked before stalking off.
Harry sighed inwardly as Draco flopped down on the couch next to him, a little too close for comfort. He then laid his head on his shoulder, his beautiful grey eyes looking up at him.
"Harrrry, I'm drunk," Draco stammered.
"I noticed, where did you go anyway?" He asked, patting Draco on the leg.
"Well those fifth years were so mad, and I tried to cool them off then we started drinking and dancing and... well I don't really remember. Then I wanted to see you because drinking is our thiiinnnng. Wanna play 21 shots?"
"No not really," He said.
"Oh, oh we should dance," Draco exclaimed, jumping up, only to almost fall over.
"I don't want to dance Draco, maybe I should take you to bed now," He said, only to be grabbed roughly and pulled on to the dance floor.
Before he could move, Draco was all over him, his body grinding against his, chest to chest. Draco wrapped his arms around his neck, his very bare, and glistening chest rose up and down as his body moved like a wave on a beach. It was so erotic, watching Draco thrust his hips into him.
"Come on, dance with me," Draco yelled, pushing himself into him, his mouth coming inches away from his "Rub yourself on me,"
"I think someone needs to go to bed," He said, pushing Draco off, grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him toward the dormitory stairs. As much as he wanted Draco rub himself all over him, he needed to deal with his feelings and besides he wanted Draco to want him sober, not drunk.
"But I'm not tired," Draco whined.
"You will be when you wake up with a massive hangover," He remarked, pulling a very unwilling Draco upstairs.
"But I'm horny. You're no fun," Draco whined again, he almost sounded like the charmed Draco.
"Sorry Draco, I guess I'm not. Come one, inside you go," He said, pushing Draco into their dorm room. He watched as Draco's face lit up as he looked at him.
"Why didn't you tell me you were taking me to our bedroom. Let's shag," Draco exclaimed, grabbing him and pulling him toward their bed. He pushed Draco off roughly.
"No Draco. You are very drunk, it'll be a huge mistake if we do," He explained, guiding Draco toward his bed.
"But we've already shagged," Draco said simply, making him stop abruptly "Shhh it's a secret,"
"We, what?" He asked, completely shocked.
"Yeah when we drank, you got really horny, and I got horny and we got naked and you know I don't need to explain the rest right? Then you forgot and I didn't tell you so we could still be friends," Draco stammered, they had shagged already? Was that why Draco was acting weird all week? How could he not tell him? It wouldn't have ruined their friendship? Would it? He felt betrayed, Draco hadn't trusted him enough to tell him. "We're still friends right. I really like you,"
"Look let's not talk about this now, I'm still in shock. Let me figure how I feel about you not telling me we had sex," He said, pushing Draco lightly into his bed.
"No Harry Potter you tell me know," Draco snarled, pulling him on to his bed. They both sat facing each other now.
"We're still friends alright," He said, trying to get up but Draco pushed him back down.
"Do you like me?" Draco asked, at this point he wanted to roll his eyes.
"Yes Draco I like you, as much as you are annoying me right now," Harry teased, a smile spreading on his face as the cutest smile formed on Draco's face. "Do you like me?"
"Yeah I like you," Draco said, moving forward to look him directly in the eyes. Emerald met grey as Draco's closed as he leaned forward, he was completely frozen in astonishment as Draco closed the gap between them. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt Draco's lips touched his in the softest kiss. Before it started it was already over and Draco was staring at him "I like you more than you'll ever know Harry,"
He just sat in complete shock as Draco grinned at him before he leaned back, falling into his pillows. What just happened? He could hear snoring, great he passed out. Draco Malfoy had kissed him. He'd also told him he forgot to mention they shagged last week. Did he really mean it? Did Draco even like him? Was this too good to be true? Well he thought crawling into bed, he needed to rest. There was too much to deal with now, he'd deal with it tomorrow.
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Finally, this took me forever. Is it super noticeable I had really bad writers block for this one? I'm sorry if its awful, but I promise to make up for it in the next chapter. If you did like it than thank you. Please tell me what you think if you did, that review bubble is right below this, a girl always likes to hear praise and/or criticism. If not a review, following and making it a favorite it is like a review. At least I know you like it. Anyway thank you again for reading :)