Draco awoke early the next morning and tried to ignore the morning-wood tenting his pants as he was unable to do anything about it anyway. Then again, Potter was still asleep, if the light snoring was anything to go by. Maybe if he stayed quiet he'd have a chance.
Harry had managed at some point during the night to finally fall asleep, a dreamless light sleep, but nonetheless some form of rest. He lay with half his faced pressed into the pillow and his blanket pulled almost completely over his head.
Biting his lip, Draco reached under the covers and gently cupped his hard flesh as he peered into the dim room, eyes completely glued to the shadow of Potter's sleeping form. He held his breath. At last, sure the sleeping boy was not about to awake, he moved his hand and nearly gasped at the sensation of stroking himself through his pyjama bottoms.
This had to be quick; Potter could wake up at any moment. He stealthily moved his clothes down so that the waist band of both his pyjamas and boxers were lying across his thighs. Now he had better access.
Harry moved his leg a bit to pull it under the covers with him so it wouldn't freeze. He rolled over onto his side, facing Malfoy's bed, and sighed as he snuggled his face back into his pillow.
Draco finally had a good grasp on his aching cock, pre-come slicking the head and making it easier to slide his hand up and down, rocking it slowly in an effort to prevent his sheets from rustling. He'd paused briefly, eyes wide and breath panting, when Potter had moved, but he seemed to still be sleeping. He let out a quick breath of relief. Starting to pick his momentum back up he pinched his eyes shut as his wrist brushed lower against his tightening balls.
He worried his bottom lip between his teeth so that he wouldn't cry out. Gods, this wasn't going to take long at all. It was kind of a turn on having someone there in the room with him, Potter there right next to his bed, knowing it was a possibility that he might be caught with his hand on his dick pulling himself off.
Gripping himself tighter he began to stroke faster, hand sticky and sweaty, and causing a sweet friction that had him pumping his hips forward into it. His leg was starting to cramp and he felt that warning tingle at the base of his spine, felt his toes beginning to curl –
"Ahh!" he gasped out as his stomach clenched tightly and he was coming all over himself. He kept his hand moving for a few seconds longer before stopping and just holding himself, eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Harry briefly woke up when he heard Malfoy gasp out. He sat up, slightly confused, and began looking around the room before he remembered what had happened the day before and why he was sleeping tonight in a room that wasn't his own. He groaned dazedly before laying back down to pass back out. After such a restless night he was going to need more sleep than what he'd gotten.
Fuck that was close. Draco released his softening cock, grimaced at the sticky mess on his hand and stomach, and grabbed his wand; whispering a quick cleaning spell he pulled his clothes back in place.
Screw Potter. He wasn't going to lounge around in bed all day. Just because it was a Saturday didn't mean he had to laze about. Thrusting the covers back he shakily stood up and proceeded to make his way to the bathroom across the hall from his room.
Harry watched him leave with one eye open and shook his head.
"Why does he have to get up so early?" he asked the empty room groggily as he sat up, stretching his arms as his eyes adjusted to the light. He looked around the room and spotted the clothes he had worn the day before piled neatly and folded on top of the dresser. The house-elves must've cleaned and pressed them as he had slept. Harry wasn't especially looking forward to having to don those damn leather pants again. He groaned.
After relieving himself and washing up at the sink Draco padded back into his room. He saw that Potter was awake, dishevelled, and looking cranky, so didn't bother trying to be silent as he looked for a suitable outfit to wear. He also didn't trouble himself with modesty as he stripped himself bare before putting on his clothes - a pair of slate grey slacks and a silky black button-up shirt. He hoped Potter was unnerved.
"Getting dressed?" Draco asked as his fingers nimbly buttoned the last hole of his shirt. "I want to get some breakfast so hurry up."
Turning away to avert his eyes from the Slytherin undressing, Harry rolled his eyes at the boy's lack of decency. He absolutely did not need to show how fit he was. Standing, he hurriedly grabbed his own clothes and rushed out into the bathroom to change and brush his teeth – he'd have to ask a house-elf for a toothbrush.
"Such an arrogant prick," he mumbled to himself, mouth still full of his toothbrush. "Damn Malfoy and his Malfoy-ness." Harry continued to mutter to himself about the annoying-ness of the infuriating prat.
It gave him such pleasure to see how much he affected Potter, how he could get under his skin so easily; watching him mutter to himself and roll his eyes constantly was akin to sport for Draco. The lack of back-talk had been astounding so far, his complacency likely related to the fact that Draco was threatening him with a whip, but the change of pace from the insults and hate that was usually between them to partial indifference was refreshing.
Gods, Potter was slow. Draco stalked into the bathroom with intentions of hurrying him along.
"Can I not even be alone in the bathroom, Malfoy?" Harry sighed out pointedly. Trying to fit into the leather pants was as difficult as it was the first time around - he wiggled and pulled, shimmying as he glared at Malfoy the entire time, and thought, maybe leather pants required magic.
"I'd be finished by now if I didn't have to wear these ridiculous pants," he complained and then exhaled loudly when he finally pulled them up the remainder of the way. Getting dressed was becoming too damn complicated.
"Well seeing as it's a shared bathroom I'm surprised no one else has come barging in yet," Draco laughed out his words, ending with a raised eyebrow at the reflection of Potter's face in the mirror.
"And too bad about the pants... I could still go grab the shorts for you to wear if you like?" He walked up directly behind Potter, now seeing his face from over the boy's broad shoulders. "It's not as if you've even kept your deal with me anyway. I haven't heard the word 'Master' fall from your lips once since we agreed upon the arrangement." Potter grimaced and he smirked back.
Harry glared at his smirk and then rolled his eyes. He checked himself over in the mirror and realized he'd forgotten to button his pants. Ignoring Malfoy for a moment he did them up and then pulled the green shirt on over his head. In addition to the silver tips in his hair he thought he looked pretty absurd but he couldn't do much about it for the moment.
"No Master," he replied simply through gritted teeth.
Draco couldn't help the slight tingling that ran up his spine as the word 'Master' spilled forth from Potter's sullen mouth. Shaking off the feeling he hoped he wouldn't have that same experience every time it happened.
"You look good, Potter. Enough primping already - I'm starved." He left the bathroom leaving his so-called slave to trail after him.
Even though he wasn't sure if the compliment was a serious one, which was especially unlike the blonde, Harry gave a small smile and the followed him from the bathroom.
"Do I have to sit with you at breakfast as well?" he asked looking to Draco and hoping his answer wouldn't be yes. "Or am I allowed to sit at the Gryffindor table?"
Draco smoothed his hands down his shirt as they walked down the corridor and considered Potter's request.
"Hmm, I suppose I can live without you through breakfast, Potter," he drawled as he glanced at the boy out of the corner of his eye, "don't take forever though." Pushing open the doors to the Great Hall he turned away in the direction of the Slytherin table but before getting more than a few steps away he pivoted back to face Potter and gave him a sly grin before commenting, "Oh, by the way nice ass, Potter." Snickering followed his words and he revelled in his ability to easily embarrass the boy who lived.
Harry rolled his eyes and ignored the laughter as he walked over to his friends sitting and eating at the Gryffindor table.
"Nice pants," Seamus remarked grinning at him.
Harry shot him a dirty look before replying, "One more comment about my appearance and I'll turn your breakfast into a bunch of frogs." He then grabbed a piece of toast to munch on.
Tucking into his plate piled with eggs and bacon, Draco listened to his fellow Slytherin's and their yammering about Potter. The pants had been an awesome idea, he mused, as that seemed to be the main topic of discussion. He ate leisurely, mind wandering over what he wanted to do today. Finally he was full and bored so he stood, crooking a finger at Potter when the boy looked up, beckoning him over.
Having finished eating ages ago, Harry had had the opportunity to chat with his friends, mainly about Quidditch and their plans for the weekend. He felt somewhat left out, but knew it was his own fault. He groaned when he saw that Malfoy wanted him to come back and stood up to leave, but not before bidding his friends farewell.
"See you guys around, I guess," he said with a wave as he made his way over to the blonde.
"Follow me, Potter, we're going down to the Potions classroom for the morning. I have to finish my project so I may as well get some of it done now so we can have the rest of the weekend free," Draco stated casually as they exited the Great Hall. "Oh, I nearly forgot to mention, there's a party tonight in the dungeons, and lucky you, you're the only Gryffindor invited."
"Yeah... lucky me," Harry uttered sarcastically as he followed Malfoy.
"Nice hair, Potter!" someone shouted randomly. Harry turned around to figure out who had spoken but pretty much everyone in sight was laughing now so he wasn't sure. He shrugged and shook his head a little at their antics. It was useless to get angry about it, it was probably best just to ignore those types of interactions.
"Getting compliments already, I see." Draco snickered as Harry caught back up to him. Heads turned in their direction the whole walk back to the dungeon, but no one had the guts to say anything else about Potter, that was until they reached the door of the classroom.
"Supporting Slytherin now, are we Mr. Potter?" Professor Snape intoned. "Impressive display of House pride, Mr. Malfoy," he continued on, sneering in the general direction of the Gryffindor, "five points to Slytherin." He glided away down the hall.
"Thank you, Professor." Draco replied smugly, a smirk adorning his face.
"That did not just happen, did it?" Harry muttered darkly to himself. He shook his head and glared at Snape's retreating back, lucky he had not had to spend any more time in the man's presence. If he had had to deal with both Slytherin's for a moment longer Harry would have been pulling out his hair in frustration.
"Shall I just sit and wait, then?" he asked Malfoy as the blonde pushed the door to the room open.
"No, you can help, that's why I have you around, isn't it?" he retorted as they went over to one of the work-stations that had a cauldron already set up. "I know you're a lost cause at potions, Potter, but I'm sure I can find something for you to do – take down notes, chop some shrivel fig... standard 1st Year stuff." He gestured to the spot next to him, indicating that it was free.
"Also, I still don't hear you calling me 'Master'. This has to become a regular thing or you'll leave me no choice and I'll be forced to pull out the shorts for you to wear." He raised an eyebrow questioningly as he folded his arms across his chest.
Harry grit his teeth at him. "I'm not that bad at Potions, Malfoy. Snape just refuses to see past his animosity and doesn't like giving me good grades..." he had to force the next word out, "... Master." He sat and waited for Malfoy to give him a specific task to do. "I'm not going to call you that in public so you know, like when other people can hear it," he stated briskly.
"Here," Draco said, pushing a few sheets of paper and a self-inking quill across the table to him. "It wasn't that hard to say, was it?" he drawled, unable to keep a grin off his face. "And it's not like you call me anything in public anyway, except for rude names of course..." he left to gather his ingredients mid-sentence and returned with arms full, a few bottles and boxes levitating in front of him that he could not carry, "so I don't really care about that." He set everything down on the table. "Just write down what I say for now."
"Yeah," he sighed out, somehow in agreement. He held the quill waiting for Malfoy to finish setting up and wondered what he was doing for his assignment. He refrained from asking, not wanting to start up a conversation when the silence was so pleasant. Harry just wanted the week to be over and done with, with as little embarrassment on his part as possible.
Draco proceeded to explain some of what he was doing as he prepared the potion he had created in theory on paper merely days ago. He hoped Potter was taking decent notes because this step in the creation process was one of the most important.
"This is all trial and error, of course," he explained as he turned down the heat and let it simmer. "If I tell you to back away it be the best course of action for you to listen... unless you want potion splattered in your face." Draco grabbed a Griffin Claw and began meticulously shredding it, placing the shredded bits on his scale to weigh out the 0.7 grams he needed.
Harry wrote everything down neatly as he didn't want Malfoy complaining or forcing him to rewrite anything. He glanced warily at the potion when the boy had warned him, now a bit more interested in what it could possibly be.
Draco pointed to a vial of golden berries next to Potter's elbow when he was done weighing out the shredded claw. "Crush these cherries to mush with the mortar and pestle, Potter. I'm going to need them soon."
"So, what is it that you're making here?" Harry asked in fascinated curiosity. "Master," he added to satisfy the Slytherin before he took the Golden Cherries from the vial and began to crush them slowly, making sure that they were all turning to mush under the pressure.
Draco smiled as he took up stirring again. The potion was thin in consistency and needed a lot of mixing so it wouldn't burn. "Well it's a Vinegar Base, usually used for remedies, if you can remember anything at all about 2nd Year Potions."
Harry finished crushing the berries and set it back down on the table. He took up the quill again and wrote down what Malfoy was telling him now, nodding his head to indicate that he remembered.
"I have already combined the Porcupine Quills and Nightshade Petals, which is used to preserve it. This batch should last at least a week before it is no longer viable. The shredded Griffin Claw I'm about to add," he paused as he scooped those up out of the scales and added them in small increments, "are for a permanent effect; those Golden Cherries and some Boomslang Skin are to inhibit physical transformation; Syrup of Hellebore to lessen the pain of transformation; Rose Oil for a quick effect..."
He turned up the heat again as it bubbled and changed to a dark blue, "The powdered Unicorn Horn's only purpose is to counteract the poisonous qualities of some of the other ingredients," Draco took a breath and snorted at the glazed look in Potter's eyes, "Dog-Bane to control heart rate; and finally Motherwort. Oh yes, and Cinnamon for taste." He stirred the potion clockwise. "Did you get all that down?"
Harry had hurried to write along with what Malfoy was saying and had also tried to figure out what he was making, but frankly he didn't have any idea what exactly it could be. He had to admit - Malfoy truthfully did seem to know what he was doing and obviously had greater knowledge of potions than he had previously thought. He watched the blue bubbling liquid with a bit more attention. After all it could possibly explode, right?
"Yes, I wrote it all down... Master. I've got no clue what it is though, honestly. What kind of transformation does it do?" he asked curiously.
Draco spooned the cherries into the potion and watched as a puff of red smoke shot a foot into the air. When it seemed safe he looked into the cauldron to find that the potion had changed to a light gold.
"Interesting," he pondered, "can you write that down, please?" He waited a second before taking up stirring again. "This is my cure for werewolf-ism. Even if I fail at its creation I'll still get top marks for the attempt. It is an impossible potion." He sliced off a few small slivers of the boomslang skin and dropped it into a bottle filled with hellebore syrup. "Well, I have to let that soak for about a day, so I guess we're done here for now - just have to set a preservation spell on the cauldron."
Harry had not thought Malfoy would ever try a potion that complex, a potion they had been told from day one that couldn't possibly exist. And here Malfoy was, attempting to make that cure.
"That's crazy," he quipped while writing down the colour change. "I can't believe you'd even try such a thing. How do you propose to test it? I mean who would even drink a potion created by a student?" he asked, but all he could think of was the fact that if the boy was successful Remus could be cured. "But, if it worked that would be brilliant," Harry admitted as he looked at the cauldron containing the bubbling liquid in a whole new light.
Draco did what was necessary to preserve the potion until the next day. "Well, for one thing, I've been actually researching this since 1st Year, when Snape informed me how impossible it was. I'm stubborn." He cleaned the workstation as he spoke. "And there are a multitude of ways to check for poisons and test the interactions of the potion before it's anywhere near ready for human consumption. First you have to make sure everything adds up to your notes and research."
He finished cleaning and gestured to Potter that they could leave. "I'll most likely have to recreate this a few dozen times before it could ever be tested... but trust me, there are numerous people who would volunteer drinking it for a chance at not being a werewolf any more."
"Since 1st Year? You actually want to do this right, don't you?" Harry shook his head and smiled. He was quite impressed that Malfoy would attempt to create something that helped others, helped cure them from werewolf-ism of all things. All attempts thus far had failed, so it was still unlikely that this would be a success. "I've got to say, I'm very impressed, this is great," he confessed. Malfoy had earned a bit of respect for doing this.
"Yes," Draco proclaimed bluntly, his face blushing hotly at Potter's statement. Potter was impressed? "Nothing is impossible, it only has yet to be done... you of all people should know this, as the one and only survivor of what most thought was impossible."
They stopped just outside the doors. "I ask you not to mention this to anyone, Potter, not even to your friends."
Harry nodded. "I won't. I would honestly be happy if you manage to pull this off successfully." He looked up into the boys face and smiled. "You know, you're not as bad as I thought." He laughed at the expression Malfoy's face took on. "This potion's a great project."
"Oh gods, Potter, this is going to ruin my reputation, isn't it?" Draco laughed out. "I guess I can survive it if I can actually manage to create this. I'll be ecstatic, to tell you the truth." They walked down the corridor, now alongside each other as they spoke. "So shall we head to lunch, Potter? Or are you up for some one on one Quidditch? You can help me get some practice; no one else is good enough to help me train."
"Well it depends on what kind of reputation you want to have." Harry felt a bit better about his situation now that he'd learned about the potion, and spending the week with Malfoy didn't seem like total nightmare any more. "At least you seem to see that I'm an excellent Quidditch player. But, if I train you, you might use it against me in the next match," he suddenly realized.
They stopped in the Entrance Hall and tried to ignore the weird stares. "For fun then. C'mon Potter, we can play Chase and Seek or something. I just want to mainly practice catching the snitch anyway; you being there won't give me a leg up in the next match," Draco said, practically pleading with his eyes.
"Well I guess that can't hurt then," Harry conceded, pleased that Malfoy recognized his skills and wanted to play with him so desperately. "I just need to get my broom from the tower though, so could we meet down at the pitch?" he suggested, rubbing his neck while everyone watched them.
"Sure thing. I need to take a quick shower anyway, since I'm sure I smell like boomslang and roses." He wrinkled his nose. "I'll be down in the Slytherin locker room, we can meet there."
Harry nodded. This seemed like it was going to be a good day after all. "I suppose I need to go change as well, these trousers are not really going to work for flying." He chuckled and raised an eyebrow at Malfoy.
"Hmm, I suppose," Draco mused, "though maybe I'd actually have a chance against you if you were too occupied with your tight pants." He laughed at the incredulous look Potter shot him. "I'm just kidding, Potter, go change." With that last remark he left the castle to go down to the Quidditch Pitch.
Harry went up to his room to get his broom and some proper pants to wear during their little game. His friends weren't around but he supposed they were probably either in the library or already outside enjoying the warm weather. Making his way down to the pitch Harry felt excited. Flying always cheered him up.
Draco had quickly removed his clothes and hopped into a shower stall, scrubbing himself clean as he whistled a jaunty tune. He proceeded to wash his hair before he realized he had forgotten to grab a towel. Oh well, it was just him alone in there, he thought as he rinsed his body. He turned the knobs off and left the stall.
Harry hummed to himself on his way to the Slytherin changing rooms. Opening the door he groaned when he was faced with the sight of a naked Malfoy, dripping wet as he exited the stall.
"Of course," he muttered as he spun around and back out the door, slamming his back up against the door as it shut. He stayed there until he could be sure that the blonde was fully clothed. "Don't you have a towel or something?" he asked loudly, annoyed that he'd walked in on him like that.
Draco laughed in reply as he picked up a towel to dry himself off. That had been perfect, unexpected, but still perfect. He did want to keep Potter on his toes. "Just about done here," Draco announced as he pulled on the extra pair of clothes from his locker. His hair was still a bit wet but it would dry as he flew. "You can come in now you great prude."
"I'm not a prude; I just don't fancy seeing you naked," Harry retorted as he entered the room. Well, Malfoy did have a nice body he had to admit, and he didn't mind looking at it, but he wouldn't give the Slytherin the satisfaction of knowing so. "Let's get this game started then," he said as he eyed the blonde.
"So, it's just some chasing and keeping then?" He pulled on his leather gloves and did up the straps.
Draco scoffed. "My body's fabulous," he said as he suddenly struck a pose and winked at the other seeker. "Well if you want to play that we can, but I was thinking we can play Chase and Seek, I actually do need some practice catching the snitch. We just try to score with the quaffle against each other while keeping an eye out for the snitch. Really, it'd be good practice for the both of us because it's all about keeping aware of your surroundings – like if you're busy flying around with the quaffle I could be flying after the snitch... so you have to pay attention to both. First person to 150 wins."
Harry barked out a laugh and shook his head at Malfoy's dramatic antics. "You, Malfoy, are crazy. That sounds like an interesting game, I'm up for it. I'll beat you anyway," he said confidently as he raised an eyebrow at Malfoy just to annoy him.
"You wish," Draco replied as he raised an eyebrow back at him. "So, let's get to it then. Help me grab the balls," He said as he tucked his broom under his arm and reached for one side of the chest of balls with his other.
Harry took the other side of the chest and helped carry it outside with Malfoy. "So far I've beaten you in every match we've played, so the chance is quite high that I'll win this little match of ours as well," he pointed out as they dropped the heavy box onto the freshly cut grass.
"We'll see," Draco replied after a second as he opened the latch and flipped the lid open. "No need to get cocky, Potter. I could just as easily beat you without catching the snitch, seeing as I've had more practice with the quaffle than you have. I had to train with Jeremiah everyday for about a month when he had first started out as the team's new Chaser. Ready?" he enquired as he threw the quaffle to the Gryffindor boy and held his hand steadily over the case holding the snitch.
"I suppose you never saw how much my team had to train? I usually spend at least once a week practising with Ron." Harry laughed as he caught the quaffle easily. "Go on then, release the snitch and let's play," he said, getting onto his broom and slowly lifting off into the breezy air as he watched Malfoy. "That's the problem, Malfoy – you're sooo slow."
Draco childishly stuck his tongue out at the boy. He released the snitch and watched it speedily disappear into the sunlight as he swiftly shot into the air on his own broom. Stopping at one of the set of hoops he yelled to Potter, "Okay, Potter, let's see what you've got."
"Oh, you will for sure," Harry yelled back, laughing. He had lost sight of the snitch straight away, so for the moment he concentrated on trying to score some points with the quaffle. He weaved around the pitch, sideways and upwards, trying to figure out a good position to throw from. Finally he tossed the ball as hard as he could, aiming for the hoop on Malfoy's right, and then started searching for the snitch as soon as the ball left his hands.
"You've got to do better than that!" Draco joked as he sped over and caught the ball one-handed before it could pass through the hoop. "Not bad though, nearly had me there," he shouted out so Potter could hear him over the wind and half-way across the pitch. He flew low to the ground now, the ball under his left arm as he raced to the other end of the pitch, doing corkscrews through the air as he raced upwards toward the hoops. Still a great deal below them he threw the ball at the hoop on the left.
"Showing off now? You think your little tricks confuse me?" Harry boasted as he followed Malfoy, racing to get to the hoops first. That was when he spotted something shiny and he decided he could risk 10 points for a chance at catching the snitch. He followed the little golden ball up into the air for a few feet and then lost it within seconds.
"Good eye," Draco said as he noticed Potter taking off after the winged ball, "but you let me score!" He had the quaffle back in hand. They played back and forth for a while, chasing each other up and down the field and both had managed to score a few. Draco at one point had pushed himself right alongside Potter as they flew, jostling him as he tried to poke the ball out of Potter's arms.
"What's 10 points against the chance for 150?" Harry pointed out as he chased Malfoy once again. When the Slytherin had flew into him, first he had glared before realizing what he was trying to do. He then laughed holding onto the ball more tightly. "No way you're getting the ball this way, Malfoy!" They reached the hoops and he threw the ball as Malfoy raced for it.
"Damn, it's 50-40 now. I'm still in the lead though even if you're up another 10 points," Draco said when the ball went straight through the middle hoop and he failed to get there on time. He swooped down, rushing to catch the quaffle before it could hit the ground, when he saw a flash of gold zooming past and up in the direction of where Potter was flying. He snarled and ignored the quaffle to give chase to the golden winged ball.
Harry had been about to chase after the quaffle as well but then saw that Malfoy was ignoring it to chase after the snitch. He tried to get there from the side, hoping to swoop in and get closer than Malfoy to it. "Why don't you just give up now?" he shouted, flying close to Malfoy as the followed the fluttering ball. Harry was confident that he could catch it before Malfoy and he kept his eyes focused on the small, sparkling ball. They flew exceedingly low to the ground as the snitch grazed the top of the pitch's grass.
Draco gripped his broom handle tighter now as the breeze ruffled his hair, and he replied, "Never, Potter." They soared through the air faster now, vying for position as they both inched closer and closer to the fluttering snitch. Draco sidled right up against Potter's side again; thighs pushed together and shoulders bumping as they zoomed around in chase. "This is awesome!" He exclaimed as they suddenly shot straight into the air, climbing higher and higher... Draco started to fall behind. "Damn it!"
Harry laughed and reached his hand out, trying to grab at the ball. He was still too far away though and he cursed in frustration just as Malfoy had. "Damn!" The snitch suddenly veered to the right and Harry hadn't been quick enough to follow right away. He had now lost the close position and needed to catch up if he was to have any chance catching that slippery ball.
Draco shot to the right as quickly as he could when he had seen Potter's failed attempt. He was following directly behind the snitch now as it dropped back down and began to spin around wildly as it continued to rush forward. He stretched his arm out. So close, he thought, his fingers grazing one of its wings. He might beat Potter after all.
Harry could have pulled on Malfoy's shirt to pull him back from the snitch but they were going way too fast now and they would've both likely fallen from their brooms from such a stunt. "Hey, Malfoy!" he shouted, "Ever wonder what it'd be like to catch the snitch?" He was attempting to distract the Slytherin from catching the darn thing. Meanwhile, he was coming closer, inch by inch... but he was still a good half a foot behind the blonde.
Draco ignored the worded jab thrown his way, knew it was only meant to distract him, and continued to reach his arm out, urging his broom to go faster as he clenched his thighs around the shaft; just a little closer. Finally his fingers were around the darn thing and he closed his hand into a fist, surrounding it ecstatically.
"Oh my gods!" he exclaimed as he touched down onto the ground roughly.
"I can't believe it." Harry groaned as he slowed his flight and hovered momentarily before landing. He definitely should stop spouting off with his big mouth and then losing spectacularly as he had with the bet. "Well good job," he stated and got off his broom, removing his gloves and tucking them into his back pocket. Harry had just now realized how sweaty he was and pushed a hand through his hair and out of his face.
"Nor can I," Draco replied in genuine disbelief. "Good thing for you that we didn't bet on it," he teased the Gryffindor with a small grin. "I guess we should probably go about getting some food, I'm starved," he mentioned as his stomach gave a loud growl.
"Oh, hush you," Harry huffed out as he placed the quaffle back into the box. "Well, I need a shower," he closed the lid of the box after Malfoy replaced the snitch, "so unless you want me eating while smelling like this I'd prefer a shower first." He tilted his head to the side as he looked at Malfoy.
"I don't know, Potter... you look good all sweaty and panting 'cause of me." Draco winked at him slyly. "And I don't have another change of clothes on me, so we could go down to the dungeons and shower there?" he suggested.
Harry blushed and hated his reaction, but couldn't help the fact. "I'm not sweaty because of you," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the audacity of the boy's statement. "Plus, I'm not going to have a shower with you," he added, thinking that he'd rather stay smelly for the rest of the day than do so.
"Haha, like I said... prude." They put the Quidditch gear away. "There're stalls in there, just like in the locker rooms," Draco explained, "I wasn't propositioning you, Potter." He laughed again, eyebrows raised upward into his bangs. "Unless you would like me to of course..." Draco licked his lips and looked up and down Potter's body, blatantly checking him out before returning his eyes to his face to note his expression. "We better hurry anyway if we want a chance to eat before the party. The preparations aren't going to start themselves."
Harry decided to ignore Malfoy's comments because they were obviously meant to freak him out. "So what's so special about Slytherin parties?" he asked curiously, "What's different about them from any other party?" It probably was just about the same, someone smuggling in some fire whiskey and a lot of crappy dancing.
"Not much, just the fact that we're Slytherin's so Snape allows us to have our parties without any worry of getting in trouble, as long as we stay within the Common Room that is," Draco explained as they walked back to the castle. "Oh and there's a spell also, it's placed on the room and won't allow anything to be said outside of it about what happens during. We have the honour of setting this party up so I've also asked Snape for a provision of Veritiserum for my special version of Truth and Dare."
They were lucky they had a professor who was so accommodating to the Slytherin's. "Also, it'll probably be a lot more rowdy than you're used to – indoor fireworks, strip exploding snap, and a bunch of other mischief for everyone to get up to."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I guess having Snape as your Head of House isn't such a horrible thing." He chuckled at the thought. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of partying with a bunch of Slytherin's, with Veritiserum and stripping involved, but he had to go apparently, so he supposed he should attempt to make the most of it.
"It sounds like it could be interesting," he said as they finally reached the doors of the castle. Gryffindor parties were usually pretty loud and boisterous as they had the Weasley twins for entertainment, and they were always making sure there was something exciting going on... Harry wondered if this party would in fact be much more different from the ones he was used to or if he would wind up overwhelmed.
They walked through the castle and into Slytherin territory, ignoring everyone else as they made their way to the bathroom. Luckily, no one else was using it. Draco ran off to his rooms for another pair of clothes and came back to show Potter where the towels and soap were hidden. He stripped down and got into a stall, sighing as the warm water beat into his sore muscles, exceptionally glad that he did not have practice again tonight.
Standing under the flow after cleaning himself, he said to Potter, "Do you want to just eat down here? I don't feel like climbing all those stairs when it'd be much simpler to just get Daisy to bring us something."
Harry had already finished showering and had one towel wrapped around himself, another between his hands as he dried his hair. Honestly, he had hoped the silver would've come out in the shower, but of course it didn't. "You cannot always force an elf to bring you food all the time. I mean, they have other tasks to perform, right?" he admonished.
"But, I'm not the one who has a choice, now am I?" he added sullenly. Harry was sure that whatever he'd say, Malfoy was apt to choose the opposite, so he just shrugged.
"Well I did bring her with me from the manor this year, so no, she doesn't have much else to do except work in the kitchens when I don't need her." Draco turned the water off and left the stall, grabbing his towel from the counter and drying himself off before pulling on his clothes. He was dressed to kill in tight black pants that moulded to his arse and a shimmering, nearly see-through dark blue button-up.
"I have a different shirt for you to wear tonight, by the way," he mentioned before calling Daisy into the room and asking her to set up a table filled with some of whatever the Hall was having for supper. When she had left he set about drying his hair with a spell.
Harry had already managed to force himself into those damn leather pants and may or may not have been checking out the blonde Slytherin wearing his own tight pants that surely left nothing to the imagination. Was it even legal to be allowed to wear such things? Harry mused to himself, shaking his head as he buttoned up his pants.
"And what, I'm scared to ask, am I to wear tonight?" he asked, putting his towel down as he ran a hand through his still damp hair.
They walked back into Draco's bedroom and over to the dresser. Draco pulled out the top he wanted Potter to wear and held it up for him to see. "This," he offered, waiting for the boy's reaction.
The shirt was a long sleeved, matte black, button-up, similar to Draco's own. "I want you to look decent tonight, seeing as you're going to be by my side most of the time."
"This isn't bad actually," Harry said, surprised as he had feared much worse. He took the shirt and slid his arms through the sleeves. It took a few minutes to get all the buttons done up but when he was done he looked into the mirror and couldn't figure how something so simple could make him look so different.
He had to say, he looked pretty good. Sure, his hair still looked ridiculous, in his opinion, but he thought the tight fitted clothes on his slim body did look considerably better on him than his usual attire. Maybe it was a good idea to finally get some new clothes and stop wearing the over-sized ones that were second-hand from his cousin.
"See you clean up nicely, Potter. I don't see why you're always running about in those over-large rags." Draco walked over toward the Gryffindor, stopping when he stood right in front of him. "Just one more thing," he stated, bringing his hand up to ruffle the silken, black strands to mess it up, "there that's better."
Potter looked amazing dressed all in black, his toned muscles accentuated by the fitted clothes and his dazzling green eyes remarkably bright against the dark colour. Draco blushed and quickly backed away, wiping the palms of his hands down his pant legs as he turned away to hide his face and compose himself.
His breath had caught in his throat for a second as Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair. Harry swallowed hard and avoided eye contact and instead looked back at his own reflection in the mirror. He looked superb, possibly the best he'd ever looked, though he'd never admit that to Malfoy. No longer looking like a school boy but more the young man he felt himself to be he smiled and turned back to Malfoy. However, Malfoy's abrupt odd behaviour caused him to frown, but he held his tongue regarding it.
Daisy popped into the room with a tray filled with their dinner and Harry's stomach growled. "That smells amazing," he complimented her, getting down to her level by bending over, the stretched leather hugging his arse until he finally arose to a standing position.
Draco covered up a choke as Potter bent over. Fuck, this was not good, not good at all. He was not supposed to find the Gryffindor attractive, wasn't supposed to be getting nearly hard over his perfectly round arse. He hastily sat and heaped food onto his plate, stuffing his mouth full of potatoes as an excuse for not having to speak.
Daisy smiled as she thanked Harry and then disappeared with a snap of her fingers. Harry sat down at the table to eat, munching on a few potatoes as he picked at a small piece of chicken. He'd never been someone who ate quickly or much at all.
"Why did you bring your own elf?" Harry asked after a while, leaning back into his chair until the front legs were off the ground. "I mean, there are tons of elves here," he added, looking to Malfoy with his head tipped to the side.
Gulping down his food in one big swallow, Draco coughed before taking a large swig of his tea. "Well she's always taken care of me, since I was young, kind of like a nanny I suppose – so I brought her here to tend to me," he clutched the cup in his hands, looking down into the tea leaves like he was interested in reading them, "Mother was complaining the entire summer about how much Daisy cried while I was gone. Now she's happy to be here with me at school."
Harry smiled a little at this knowledge. "You actually care for her," he realized, licking some juice that had dripped onto his chin from his cup. "It's nice of you to bring her here then," he remarked as he pushed his half-eaten food around on his plate before just setting his fork down and leaving it. Harry realized more and more that Malfoy wasn't such a bad person, he may seem like it sometimes, but he could also be quite a good person.
"Look, I never accused myself of being nice, Potter, in fact the majority of the time I'm downright rude, I'm not ignorant to that fact, but that doesn't mean I'm a horrible person." He dropped his utensils onto the table. "I know you don't like me, I know you think I'm an evil git... but there is a small group of people who don't think that way. Daisy is special and I treat her with respect, how she deserves to be treated. I've always thought you should treat others how they treat you."
Draco heaved a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Sorry, Potter. I don't know why I suddenly became so defensive, it's not like you said anything wrong." He got up from his chair and turned his back to the boy. "Are you about done eating?" he asked.
Harry raised his hands out in front of himself at Malfoy's outburst until the blonde had spoken his apology. "I don't like you, yes, but I don't think you're evil... just pretty rude as you've said and also quite conceited for that matter," Harry said as he also stood up from the table, "Yes I'm finished eating."
Maybe Malfoy was done being seen as the evil Slytherin incarnate, he wondered to himself. The boy had many different sides to his personality and Harry contemplated why he always chose to show the bad side more often than the good.
"Fair enough, Potter," Draco said amiably, glancing down to his feet before looking back up to stare directly into those eyes that he wouldn't have been surprised to find out were composed of emeralds.
"It's just... it's weird to see you realize I'm not who you've always seen me to be, to see that something strange pass across your face when you believe me to be acting uncharacteristically - when really I'm just being who I've always been."
"And you're surprised about this?" Harry asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "What am I supposed to think then, when you're foul and arrogant in public, throwing insults at nearly everyone basically all the time?" He threw his hands up into the air. "Is there a soft spot you've been hiding, one that tries to heal people and can be sentimental about a house-elf? And why would you even hide it? I mean, it's not a bad thing y'know, you should be proud of that side of yourself."
Draco sneered in Potter's general direction, "It's because I have to act that way! Don't you get that?" He was starting to get angry, not at Potter, just at his own messed up life. "If I stop this façade even for just one second outside of my own privacy, I'd be fucked. I'm a pawn and this is the part I have to play to keep the dark lord off my back." He slouched up against the wall as he ranted. "I start acting kind or nice and it's all over. I know it probably makes no sense to you, but that's just how it is, as long as it is he lets me alone."
Sitting abruptly on his bed, Draco cupped his head into his hands, "Fuck, I don't know why I told you all that."
Harry shook his head as he listened to Draco attempt to explain everything. "What do you think Voldemort's going to do if you change your attitude a little and do something nice once in a while? Being slightly less mean shouldn't hurt anyone, right?" he inquired, feeling a bit sorry for Malfoy, seeing the boy nearly falling apart over this and how much it clearly got under his skin.
Shuddering at the dark lord's name, Draco lifted his head up to explain himself, "If he thinks I've gone soft he'll kill me. But, how I act now let's him think I'm recruitable later." He sighed and waved his hand out toward the Gryffindor, "Don't worry about it. Like I said, I don't know why I mentioned any of this in the first place." Draco was quiet for a moment, obviously lost in his own thoughts. "We should probably get ready for the party," he stated trying to change the subject.
"Well, if you want to be recruited so desperately I think you should just keep at it then," Harry retorted, his cheeks beginning to flush red as he huffed out a breath. It didn't make any sense. After all, other Slytherin's could act however they wanted without repercussion.
"Jeez, Potter I don't! I just need him to think I am. You know about my father, and there are always spies watching... like I said, you wouldn't understand." Draco left the room in a sulk.
Harry felt like slamming his head into a wall repeatedly. He rolled his eyes instead and followed Malfoy wordlessly. He really didn't understand what Malfoy was going off about but it seemed pretty useless to try and discuss it any more.
"What do you need me to do for the party then?" Harry asked when he found Malfoy standing completely still in the hallway.
Draco's head turned at the sound, shocked that Potter had followed him."Umm," he hesitated as he tried to gather his thoughts, "first we need to get the alcohol. It's stashed in Crabbe's trunk." They turned into a room a few doors down from his. Crabbe wasn't there but they helped themselves anyway. Draco lifted the lid to the chest to show dozens of bottles nestled within.
"Do you want to get the whole castle drunk?!" Harry exclaimed and blinked rapidly at the amount of bottles stockpiled away. It looked like the good stuff though, not some cheap liquor that tasted like mouthwash going down. "Is this going in the common room all at once?" he asked, still overwhelmed.
"Nah, that's just the monthly stash. We'll take only about a dozen of 'em - there's less than 20 people coming." He chuckled to himself and picked up five bottles, cradling a few in one arm and holding the necks of the others with his other hand. "Whatever you can carry should be enough."
Harry nodded, taking a few in his own arms to carry out of the room. "It's still a lot for only a month," he pointed out as they brought the bottles into the common room, placing them down on a table next to the wall. "What else is there?" Harry asked, trying to ignore the few Slytherin's grinning at him suspiciously.
"Decorations of course... lights, music, the works." Draco pulled out his wand, giving it a sudden flourish and the lights in the room became dimmer, throwing the room into almost complete darkness. Then he taught Potter how to create these small soft glowing balls throughout the room. They hovered about a foot below the ceiling and created a pleasant atmosphere. "We have to set the mood." He let Potter place these orbs while he continued with his own work.
By the time they were done, music was playing from nowhere all around the room and every area had its own colour decorations. "We've sectioned it off for various activities," Draco explained, "The purple section for Truth and Dare, red for Exploding Snap, green for hanging out... so forth and so on."
"That's fairly organized," Harry said as he looked around the Slytherin Common Room. It was quite a change, he thought, liking the atmosphere of the room. It was classy but also relaxed and comfortable looking. "It looks good though," he admitted and looked around the room again at the people milling about, "So when is the actual party starting?"
"Soon, I'd think. I need a drink now though. Think you could mix me up a whiskey?" Draco replied as he took a seat in the green section. A couple of Slytherin's could already be seen chatting, drinks in hand.
"I guess I can do that, yeah," Harry responded and went to the table of alcohol, grabbing a glass to make a drink for Malfoy. He brought it back to the boy sprawled out in a chair and offered him the glass, sitting down in a chair beside him when he took it.
"The room's not as dark as I expected it to be... its nice really," he told the blonde as he leaned back a little to get comfy, still noticing the other student's eyes following his every movement.
Taking a large gulp from the proffered glass, Draco downed about half of it in one large swallow. "Ah, that hits the spot," he gasped out as a burning sensation hit his throat causing his eyes to water slightly. "Well, it was my turn to plan this party, and I'm sort of tired of watching everyone stumble around in the dark drunk, hence the lights. And they're not too bright as to blind everyone once they've had enough to drink." He laughed as the Slytherin's who heard his comment glared at him.
"Understandable, somehow," Harry chuckled. The Common Room slowly started to fill up with more people, some getting their drinks ready while others were already playing Exploding Snap or dancing. Harry enjoyed the soft music in the background that became louder as more people entered the room. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back in the cushions to watch some of the Slytherin's dance.
"Are you going to get yourself a drink?" Draco asked quietly as he finished off his own. "We should probably insert ourselves into some of the activities soon as well. Which would you like to do first?" he continued in a low tone so that only Potter could hear him speak.
"I usually don't drink," Harry said and shook his head. He had experienced being drunk only once before and he hadn't enjoyed the feeling of losing control. Here at this Slytherin party he was sure being drunk would be much worse. "And, I don't really mind what we do first. I guess I'll just follow your lead here. You decide over me after all," he explained.
Draco rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated breath, "If I ask you something just go with it, I'm letting you have an option." He got up from his chair, "Now the not drinking situation, you're out of luck there. You don't really get an option since we're going to be playing some of these games and they kind of involve drinking. I can give you a Sobering-up Potion later if that will make you feel better?"
"I suppose a few won't hurt," Harry said as he too got up, "and I don't really care what we do first." He shrugged his shoulders and looked around the room, "I guess Exploding Snap doesn't sound too bad."
Draco glanced at Potter and gave his body a once over, "You want to play Strip Exploding Snap, first?" he said with a sly grin and then snorted. "I don't think I'm quite drunk enough for that yet. How about Straight Faces? It's a rather easy game."
"Oh right... forgot about the stripping part," Harry muttered, his cheeks glowing a light pink at the thought. He really did not want to strip in front of any Slytherin's. "How does Straight Faces work?" Harry asked looking to Malfoy.
They walked over to the area decorated with mainly silver and sat down on the ground. In the middle of the circle of people there was a bowl full of slips of paper, a jar of quills, another jar that was empty, and a bottle of alcohol.
"Everyone writes down something, something funny or ridiculous, and puts it in the empty jar here," he said pointing to the jar, "The goal is to make the person reading it crack up, either with a smile, laughter, or any facial expression really. If you can't keep a straight face you take a shot." Draco picked up the bottle sitting between the jars, "Looks like we have Red Currant Rum to drink."
"It's not that bad, actually," Harry said about the drink. He had no clue what to write down, no idea what the Slytherin's would find amusing. A few more people came over, eyeing up the alcohol before deciding to stay and play. Harry took a slip of paper and chewed on the end of his quill as he tried to think of something funny.
"Just write something obscene," Draco hinted as he took his own slip of paper, "We'll most likely find it funny." He wrote down something about McGonagall and cat nip and folded the paper before slipping it into the empty jar.
People usually commented that Harry was a good boy, and in this instance he realized that it was mostly true, as he could think of nothing to write down. Finally he wrote down something concerning Hagrid and his tons of animals because he was sure the Slytherin's would find it funny, and placed it in the jar.
They waited for everyone to finish and Draco cracked open the bottle of rum, "Okay, I suppose I'll go first," he said when the last paper was placed in the jar. He reached his fingers in and pulled one out.
"Harry Potter is a hunky piece of meat and I want to smother him in chocolate sauce and eat him up like a sundae before he melts," Draco read dryly with a completely straight face, although his eye began to twitch. "Who wrote this crap?" he asked, shaking his head as he passed it to Potter to read as proof that someone had actually wrote it.
Harry snorted and tried to keep his face looking bored, "It's not that good," he stated and shrugged before placing the paper on the floor crumpled up. It didn't hurt his feelings or anything; honestly it wasn't that funny either. He took a slip from the jar when no one admitted to writing that shit about him.
"At night, Snape dresses up his pet snakes as dolls and brushes their hair before going to sleep," Harry read out, trying not to grin as he pictured this and hoped no one saw the small tremble of his lips.
Everyone else laughed and took a drink for the hell of it. They went around the room a few times, many slips containing something ridiculous about Potter, and it wasn't until about the third or fourth time that Draco finally burst out laughing at one of them.
"Potter likes to prance around nude in full-body glitter while spanking himself as he thinks about Hagrid in a one-piece spandex."
He smiled as the boy shot him a glare for laughing. "I'm sorry," he chuckled, "it's really not that funny... it's just the image popped into my head and I couldn't stop the laughter from escaping." Draco poured himself a shot of the rum and downed it.
Harry felt that rolling his eyes would be useless so he just ignored the blonde. Of course the group would all make fun of him; he was an easy target for their entertainment. It was annoying, but Harry had already had two drinks and a few shots so that he was feeling slightly tipsy and it didn't bother him as much as it probably should've. When the jar had been emptied a couple times he looked up at Malfoy with a sigh, "Now what?"
"I dunno, Potter, up for some stripping yet?" Draco raised an eyebrow at him as they got up and left the group of people still playing, "Or some Truth and Dare first?"
"No stripping, no," Harry said as he shook his head side to side, "I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for Truth or Dare either. I suck at those kinds of games."
"Awe, you're no fun," Draco whined as he batted his eyelashes at the Gryffindor and stuck his lip out in a pout.
Harry grimaced and looked around the room, then turned to look at Malfoy. "Whatever... I guess no one will find out about what we do outside of these rooms, right?"
Draco's face and voice abruptly returned back to normal as he said, "Yup, no one will ever know, can't speak of any happenings outside of this room. So you'll only embarrass yourself in front of a few people." They sat down on a couch in the purple section, seeing four others already sitting in the circle. Blaise was one of them.
"Nice seeing you here, Potter," Blaise Zabini remarked, laughing with a smirk as Harry sat down.
"Yeah well, someone has to be here for you to make fun of, or it'd just be boring," Harry huffed and eyed everyone else before turning to Malfoy.
"Well this should be interesting," Draco said with a small smile to Potter, "Veritiserum already mixed in? I hope you only added a couple drops, we don't need everyone hear spouting the truth all night."
"Hey, don't you trust me on this?" Zabini laughed, holding up the bottle of tequila already mixed with the serum. "Everyone take a shot!" he announced, passing out small glasses filled with the liquid.
"Not really. No, no... that's going to be pointless, Blaise. It only lasts a few minutes," Draco said, effectively stopping everyone from taking a drink. "You only take a shot if you choose truth... what's the point if you have a dare? If you have to lie for your dare you'd be screwed." He set his glass down on the floor at his feet.
"Now if you refuse a dare you have to take three shots and everyone in the group can ask you a question – so I suggest taking the dare," Draco drawled to the small group of people. "Who wants to go first?" he asked, "And, don't just pick Potter the entire time; it'll get boring fast if you do."
Zabini crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Malfoy and his bossiness. Malfoy started the game off and asked one of the other Slytherin's. Harry was actually glad that he wasn't picked for the first few rounds as he watched everyone else completing their ridiculous dares. Then one of the girls asked him to choose.
"Dare," he said with a shrug, not willing to answer any questions under the influence of the Veritiserum yet.
Draco's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Gods, Potter was crazy – picking dare with this group of people, was he asking for it, or what? "I guess you are a Gryffindor for a reason," he blurted out. The Slytherin girl, Genevieve, smirked, "I dare you to take your shirt off for the rest of the night."
Draco laughed at the dare, it was pretty tame, but he figured it would get worse as they played. They were working their way up to raunchier things.
"Is that all you have in store for me?" Harry taunted, the alcohol in his system clouding his brain and making him act more bravely than he really felt. He undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing the garment aside and pulling his arms through the sleeves until it was removed. It was a shame because he had looked good in that shirt.
He ignored the cat-calls and looked around before his gaze stopped on Blaise snickering. "Truth or Dare?" he asked.
"Don't goad them, Potter," Draco admonished, "trust me, it'll get a lot worse if you do." Blaise smiled as he picked dare also, sitting back on his hands as he waited for Potter to think something up for him to do.
Harry tilted his head to the side and shivered at the cold air he now felt without his shirt on. "I dare you to give a person of your choice a lap dance," he said with a little grin.
"For how long?" Blaise replied nonchalantly, getting up from the floor and peering at his companions as he contemplated who to choose.
"Five minutes," Harry told him as he watched the boy think about who to choose, wondering who the unlucky person would be. He was quite pleased with his dare.
Blaise eventually stopped in front of the small couch in which both Potter and Draco sat. His eyes shifted between the two, before winking at Draco and then gyrating his hips in time with the music at the dark haired boy's direction instead. Potter looked disgruntled that Blaise had chosen him.
"I think Blaise is trying to prove a point to you. Don't let anyone choose for themselves." Draco explained as he clenched his fists tightly, nails biting into his palms. His cheeks began to flush as he watched Blaise place his hands on either side of Potter's legs and start doing body rolls and pelvic thrusts in the boy's face. He was not jealous, not jealous at all, he chanted to himself until it was over.
"You couldn't have mentioned that beforehand?" Harry accused Malfoy as he watched Zabini dance with a bored expression. The boy was decent looking but wasn't Harry's type. The five minutes passed with Harry trying to keep Zabini from touching him too much, although it proved difficult as the boy continued to squirm ridiculously in his lap.
When it was over and he no longer had the boy dancing against him, Harry told him, "You should do that with someone who is actually interested next time."
"Nah," Blaise replied, "It was more fun trying to make you uncomfortable." He then picked Draco to choose truth or dare.
"I think I'll go with truth, Blaise. I don't feel like getting down and dirty quite yet."
Blaise smirked at him as he took his shot of tequila. "So Draco, out of all the people here in this room... who would you rather fuck?"
"It wasn't that uncomfortable." Harry replied to Zabini and then watched Malfoy struggle with the question posed.
Shit, shit... what a fucking question, Draco thought as he clenched his teeth against the answer he knew wanted to come out. His face turned red. He should've known Blaise would ask something like that. "Fuck..." he bit his tongue but then the answer came rushing out of his mouth. "Potter," he mumbled as quietly as possible.
Harry did not expect the answer Malfoy gave and he looked at the blonde rather shocked at hearing his own name.
"Sorry, didn't quiet hear you, can you repeat that?" Zabini demanded with a smirk.
"Dammit Blaise," Draco gritted out through his once again clenched teeth. He ground them together as he struggled once again with the effects of the Veritiserum. "Potter," he slurred, this time loud enough so that everyone else could hear. "I need a drink," he said suddenly, getting up from the couch and heading over to the drink table.
He returned with a large glass of scotch in one hand and the bottle in his other. Avoiding looking at Potter sitting there and looking absolutely delectable without his shirt, Draco downed the whole glass of liquid with a snarled fuck and then poured himself another.
"So, Eloise, Truth or Dare?"
Harry's face blushed bright red as he kept his gaze rooted to his own hands clasped together in his lap. He wasn't really listening to the game any more because he was caught up in his own thoughts about Malfoy. He wanted to fuck him? Gods, he couldn't even doubt the truth of it because Malfoy had admitted it under the influence of truth serum.
Draco eventually turned to look at the blushing boy. He had drank a quarter of the bottle of scotch and now held it out, offering it to Potter. "Just take it as a compliment, Potter," he choked out finally, still avoiding looking into his widened eyes. He didn't want to know what Potter was thinking, sure that it would be akin to disgust.
"I guess. I mean I can't be that ugly if even you'd fuck me, right?" Harry said, taking the bottle and filling his glass with the scotch before drinking it all at once. They sat around, sharing the bottle as the game progressed.
Draco went with dare the next time he was called upon and was forced to sit in Potter's lap for the rest of the game. Obviously, after his confession, choosing dare had been a stupid idea. He stayed as still as he possibly could as he balanced himself on the edge of the boy's knees. When his legs got tired he got up and said, "I think I'm done with this game," heading off into the blue area of the room to dance.
Harry watched Malfoy leave and stood up from the game to sit and relax in the green area and watch the Slytherin's. He couldn't believe Malfoy wanted to fuck him over all these other people, but the weirdest part of it all was that Harry didn't mind knowing this as much as he probably should have.
Draco felt the beat of the music pulsing along his skin. The music was loudest in this area of the room and the bass was pounding in his chest right alongside his heart. He swayed his hips back and forth, circling them with closed eyes as his body moved to the sound. Gods, he couldn't believe he'd been forced to blurt that out, with Potter hearing him on top of it all.
It was nearly time for the fireworks and Draco questioned whether or not he should take a sobering potion. He didn't want to, but it was probably a good idea anyway. For the moment he just danced.
Harry tried and failed to force his eyes away from Malfoy dancing. The lap dance Zabini had given him earlier hadn't done much for him, but seeing the blonde swinging his hips and looking so damn lost in the music... Harry shook his head and bit his lip at the sight. He hadn't even known Malfoy fancied boys. His pants got uncomfortably tighter as he watched him.
Draco finally tired of dancing, sweat dripping into his eyes and a light sheen of it coating his skin. Wow, did he feel drunk now. It was time for that potion. He found Potter relaxing in a big chair by the fire. "Want some of that Sobering Potion, yet?" he questioned. "Come help me set up the fireworks."
"I'd rather stay drunk right now, thanks," Harry replied and stood up, following Malfoy to help him. He was substantially drunk but knew his worries would worsen if he sobered up at all. He'd rather deal with things the next day, if at all.
Shrugging, Draco downed the potion and grimaced at the taste and the feeling of his head clearing, "You and me both Potter, but at least one of us should be sober if we're playing with explosives." They weaved around some people standing in the way and entered the sectioned off part of the room that had no lighting and no decorations. It was almost completely black. Draco pulled out a large box from beneath the table that stood directly in the middle of the blackness. It was full of fireworks.
"They look like muggle fireworks," Harry pointed out as he grabbed one to take a closer look. It looked normal to him but he couldn't imagine Malfoy ever using something so simple. "How do you want to set this all up?" he gestured to the rolls.
"They're magical," Draco replied, "We'll just lay them out along the table in order of how we want them lit, I suppose. I've already warded this area as a precaution to avoid fires - even though these are indoor fireworks I didn't want to take a chance of accidentally destroying the room."
Harry nodded as he pulled a few more of the fireworks from the box. "What order would you prefer?" he asked as he eyed the differently shaped and coloured paper rolls, "Colours, effects, size, or just in random order?"
Draco grabbed what was left out of the box and thought to himself a second before replying, "I guess it doesn't matter much, just try not to bunch up the same colours all together." People started to swarm over to watch what they were doing, pointing as they waited for the show to start.
Harry laid out what he was holding onto the table in a row, moving them around until he was satisfied with the layout, and stepping out of the way when he was finished. "Done, you can start," he told Malfoy, moving further out of the way and giving him enough space so he could light the fireworks on fire.
"Okay, let's do it," Draco said as he picked up the first one and cast Incendio at the end of it. A golden burst of stars shot into the room.
He proceeded through each roll in quick succession – a terrible green dragon spread it's huge wings and took flight in a glow of flames; a blue eagle soared high up, nearly reaching the ceiling, and then exploded into a shower of yellow sparks; there were planets, moons, flowers, and hearts that shimmered through a rainbow of colours; a slithering silver snake opened its mouth as if about to swallow someone whole before disappearing like smoke; and white sparklers that seemed to last forever.
Draco was pleased with the effects and the clapping that accompanied the spectacular view. Eventually they ran out of the rolls and everyone left and began mingling throughout the room once more.
Harry had watched the firework display in awe, smiling at all the bursts of colourful images. He had always loved fireworks. When it was over the room became dark again and he sighed, wishing it could've lasted longer. Now he just wanted to go to bed and hide so he could try and forget about this party.
Well, now that that was over Draco just wanted to get sloshed. He was somewhat behind after taking that potion but he was sure a few more shots of tequila would help counteract that fact. "Let's go play Exploding Snap now."
"I'm already half stripped; wouldn't that be a bit unfair?" Harry asked, slowly bringing his glass to his lips and taking a sip. Malfoy simply looked at him expressionlessly. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to make sure not to lose then," he added, not wanting to start an argument with Malfoy about something so trivial.
Draco had looked at Potter's chest when he'd mentioned how he was half-stripped, his gaze wandering over all of those tight Quidditch-toned muscles... yup, he definitely needed more tequila. He peeled his gaze away. "Well, c'mon then, this way." They stopped at the liquor so Draco could snatch up a bottle of tequila and then sat down in the red area where only two other people were playing the game already, and they were already half-clothed, "There, it'll be even."
"Okay, okay," Harry said and put his drink down. He eyed the game and sighed. He'd barely played Exploding Snap before and he hadn't been very good at it. Maybe he'd get lucky and he wouldn't wind up sitting in his underwear within five minutes.
They played the card game for a while, matching pairs and hoping they got their cards down before they exploded. Draco missed a pair of Cyclops and had to remove his shoes and take a shot of fire whiskey. He took two shots of tequila straight afterwards. Then he had to take off his socks and he downed another two extra shots of tequila.
By the time he had to remove his shirt, half the bottle was empty and he was having a horrible time of it trying to undo the buttons. Draco had about half of them undone when he turned to Potter, looking at him with a pout and tugging on his shirt.
Harry had lost his shoes and socks already, had drank two shots of fire whiskey, and finished off his drink of scotch. He was fairly drunk now, but still in control of his facilities. He looked at Draco, raising his eyebrow. "What?" Harry asked, frowning.
"I can't..." Draco gestured to the buttons of his shirt, "Ugh, maybe sleep... now. Can't even... buttons." He pushed himself up and wobbled a bit but didn't fall over. His head spun and he reached out a hand to steady himself. "Comin' Potter?" he slurred just a bit.
"I guess," Harry mumbled as he stood up too, stumbling over the empty bottles of whiskey. He ignored the others talking about them as they walked to Malfoy's room. Harry was tired and drunk, and just wanted to sleep for a very, very long time.
They stumbled, leaning against one another as they walked. Just as they were about to enter the hallway, Blaise stopped them with a grin, turning to whisper to Potter.
"Draco's an affectionate drunk, Potter. I'd take advantage of that fact if I were you," he said with a wink before he turned back around to the party.
Harry glared at Zabini as the Slytherin walked away and shook his head, turning to look at Malfoy. "Yeah, sure," he laughed, "whatever."
They made it into the room and Draco tried to remove his shirt again, becoming tangled up in it as he'd given up with the buttons and attempted to lift it up over his head. "Haaarry!" he whined out, vision completely blocked by the offending shirt.
Harry burst out laughing, clutching at his stomach as he watched Malfoy struggling with the shirt. It was just too funny to help him with it. "Yes?" he asked with a sweet voice and a wide grin plastered across his face.
"I need you," Draco replied with a small pleading voice, wiggling his arms around a bit, finding himself still trapped, and gave up when he couldn't free himself. He was way too intoxicated for this.
"Oh, so Mr. Draco Malfoy needs my help?" Harry asked his voice clearly showing amusement. He stood right in front of the boy, grinning madly and feeling pretty entertained. Poking Malfoy's stomach and laughing, he asked, "Are you ticklish?"
"Oh, what the –" Draco giggled at the poke, "Potter... I can't – I can't breathe... need this off." He began struggling again and fell over onto his bed as he lost his balance.
Harry poked Malfoy's stomach a few more times before he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt for him and helped him untangle it from his arms and pull it off, "You are such an idiot." He laughed again once the blonde was out of the shirt, "Never saw someone become trapped in their own shirt before, to be honest."
Draco laughed and squirmed around as Potter tickled him. Finally he was free from that blasted shirt. "Thanks," he said, slinging his arms around those broad shoulders and hugging the boy tightly, "What would I'ave done without you'ere?" His face pressed into Potter's collarbone as he spoke.
Harry sat there, frozen to the spot when Malfoy hugged him. "I'm sure you would've found a way to get out of it," he said, unsure of what else to say. "So, didn't you want to go to bed or something?"
"Mmhm, comfy," Draco replied with his head now nestled on Harry's shoulder. His hands dropped down to rest on Potter's lower back, "I am in bed."
"Yeah, but you can't sleep on top of me," Harry protested. Since he'd already figured out where Malfoy was ticklish he decided to poke the boy until he got off of him. He didn't really mind being close to Malfoy, but something in the back of his mind was nagging at him, telling him he should move away before something might happen that they'd likely both regret.
Draco laughed a little but stayed his position. "Awe, no fair Harry," he mumbled, his fingers running up and down the boy's firm back, "Just wanna cuddle."
"Stay?" he begged, "You're so warm."
Harry shivered at the gentle touch. It was nice being hugged like that and he felt warm in the blonde's arms too. "It's warm under your blanket, too," Harry argued, unsure if he was talking to the blonde or himself, as he buried his face into Malfoy's soft hair. "It's not a very comfortable position either," he complained weakly.
Draco took the weak complaint as affirmation that Potter would stay and cuddle. He pulled the covers back and lay down, squirming out of his pants so that he was left wearing only his boxers, and proceeded to tuck himself and Potter both into the bed. "Stay?" he asked again, opening his arms wide and bringing his face forward to look into Potter's dazzling eyes.
Harry sighed and nodded his assent. "Okay, fine," he agreed with a little smile at the boy, "But only if you keep your wandering hands to yourself... and don't hog all the blankets." He relaxed back into the pillows and tried to wiggle out of his tight leather pants, struggling with them as it was harder to pull them off laying down.
"Here, lemme," Draco said and brought his hands down to the pants to help Potter tug them down, "Four hands're better than two." They managed to get them down to his thighs before Draco pulled his hands back and waited. When Potter was done he slung an arm over him and snuggled down to rest his head on the boy's warm chest, "Mmm, g'night Harry."
Harry blushed as Malfoy helped him with getting his pants off. He had one arm wrapped around the blonde's fit body and he smiled before yawning. "Good night, Draco," he whispered as his eyes closed. Harry didn't want to worry about what would happen the next morning.
Draco awoke in the middle of the night, his face pressed against Potter's hard chest. He inhaled the scent of the other boy before rolling over and pushing his arse back against him so that he was the little spoon. He pulled the covers back up and Potter's arm came around him in his sleep, pulling him tighter to his body, and Draco cupped the boy's hand in his own, sighing.
Harry hadn't realized Malfoy had moved. He was too drunk to even think about waking up for the next couple hours. When he did awake in the morning, with a pounding headache, it felt nice not waking up alone for once. Groaning, he rolled onto his back, just then realizing that he had shared the bed with Draco Malfoy all night.
"Mmm," Draco said as he felt Potter's movements. He wiggled his arse backwards again, noticing that Potter had rolled over he turned around to face him. "Go back to sleep," he mumbled, eyes half open, swinging a leg over one of the Gryffindor's legs and tucking himself into his side once again. He flung his arm over Potter's stomach, fingers grazing his side as he started dozing off again.
Harry couldn't believe Malfoy was still cuddling him. He closed his eyes because he was still sleepy. It wasn't that bad to cuddle with the boy, and after all he could always pretend it was someone else. He fell back to sleep with Malfoy tucked into his side.