"Draco, sweetheart, you're mooning over him again, aren't you?" Pansy whispered, smirking at her best friend. "You know if you keep looking, one day, someone other than those who keep your secret, is going to notice."

They were in potions and Potter was sitting diagonally from them, one table up. Draco had a perfect view of the side of his face and could get a full view every time he turned to talk to Granger.

"I'm insane," Draco dropped his head down on the table. Luckily, Pansy moved the potion they were working on just in time. "I can handle being gay," he continued in a quiet voice. "But why him?"

"Fate, I suppose," Pansy said, giggling. She looked and saw that Potter had turned around and was looking at their table. How interesting. She waved at him and he flushed, turning away.

"I know a lot of wizards believe in that soulmate crap, but surely…it can't be that. Stop saying things like that." Draco groaned.

"You haven't even done the spell to find out so…" Pansy tutted. "So boring. Just do it."

"It's fairytale bullshit."

"Would you say that if it showed you an image of Potter?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him, delighting when his cheeks turned crimson. "Thought so, because it would mean, if he did the potion, he would see your image."

"Malfoy, Parkinson, are you planning on doing any work today?" Snape said as he walked near their table. He never got onto Slytherin, so it was odd to hear him doing it now.

Pansy saw Harry looking at them again. He was for sure looking at Draco, even though Pansy was quite a looker, if she did say so herself. She winked at Potter. He didn't react. Yep, he was focused on Draco.

"Sorry, professor," Pansy said. They went back to working on the potion.

Draco tried to keep himself from becoming distracted, but Pansy kept giggling for reasons he didn't understand.

"You," Pansy said, walking up to Granger. "We need to talk. Forget house rivalry. This is girl stuff. We need to talk about boys." She raised an eyebrow, hoping Granger got her point.

"Huh?" Hermione blinked at her. "What are you talking about?"

"We have friends who are idiots in love, if you understand my meaning. Tell me you do. He's so obvious. Surely, his best friends know." Pansy smirked when Granger grinned. Oh, she knew alright.

"Understood. Let's talk."

"Why do we have a bunch of Slytherin in our common room?" Ron asked, wondering if Hermione had lost her mind. She had suddenly become chummy with Pansy of all people. Ron had a feeling they were actually friends; they had even started to use each other's first names and demanded everyone do the same.

"I for one am tired of this house riverly bullshit," Pansy said. "It's mostly the boys doing it," she said, giving Draco, Harry and other boys in the room a pointed look.

"It's fine competing for points, but we need to stop being dicks about it," Hermione added. "We're going to be of age soon and you can't get away with stuff like this in the real world."

"Sure, but why are we gathered now specifically?" Theodore Nott asked.

Pansy smiled. "Why, to play some games that help people get to know each other and to get a little drunk."

"Hermione, you agreed to this?" Ron asked, feeling a little impressed.

"Sure, but some ground rules. If any Slytherin drink, they have to camp out with a Gryffindor. We can't have any drunk Slytherin stumbling around in the dungeons and getting caught, can we?" Hermione looked at Pansy who giggled and nodded.

"Right, so who's got the balls to stay?" Pansy asked, looking at Draco, her eyes narrowed as if to say he had no choice in the matter. Draco rolled his eyes. He was always up for a challenge.

Several Slytherin left without saying anything. "They call themselves Slytherin," Theodore said, laughing. "Giving our house a bad name."

"Guess it's too scary to think about snuggling up next to a Gryffindor," Pansy teased. "I've got the random name generator here to say who bunks with who." The random generator was goblets they would put names in.

Ron laughed. "High tech."

What they didn't know was that Pansy and Hermione already put a spell on the goblets so that one pairing would not be so random. "We're going Muggle for the drawing of names," Pansy lied.

Hermione wrote down all the names, putting them in the goblets.

"Girl pairings, Pansy and Luna, Daphne and Hermione, Ginny and Milicent. I hope you all get along and no hogging covers," Pansy said, giggling.

"Boy pairings," Hermione started. "Ron and Blaise, Theodore and Neville, Draco and Harry." She tried to keep a straight face. Ron was giving her a calculating look, like he figured out what they were up to. She looked at him innocently.

Draco glared at Pansy, but was also sort of looking forward to sleeping near Harry, so he wasn't that angry.

"Party time!" Pansy shouted.

Hermione used spells to expand a corner of the common room and then put up sound and visual barriers so that no other students would see or hear them.

Everyone sat on various couches and pillows on the floor. Pansy and Hermione served shots of firewhisky to help everyone loosen up a little as the group was still tense. Only Millicent and Daphne refused to drink.

"What exactly are we playing?" Ginny asked, downing her firewhisky in one go. "Wow…hot."

"Going for the classic slumber party game," Pansy said. "Spin the bottle first."

"If you don't consent to kissing anyone in this room, opt out now," Hermione said. "Otherwise, you're agreeing to kiss whoever the bottle lands on, regardless of gender."

"I'm in. You're all hot, so…" Theodore set down. Pansy snickered, seeing his eyes were on Neville when he said that. Would that be her next matchmaking scheme?

All the girls agreed right away, sitting down. Blaise was bi, so it was no big deal for him, so he joined them without much thought. Neville sat down, too.

Only Harry, Ron, and Draco held back.

"Well, boys?" Pansy asked them. "No pressure." She gave Draco a look only he could read. He grinned and sat down. Pansy always got her way.

"Well, mate?" Ron looked at Harry. "Ever think about kissing a guy?" Ron knew he had. All Harry's friends knew he liked Draco and were waiting for him to come out to them.

"Yeah, you," Harry said, smirking. He sat down across from Draco.

"Oh, be still my beating heart," Ron snickered. "Bullocks, fine. A kiss is not a huge deal."

It was tame at first. A chaste kiss here and there, but nothing to write home about. Pansy was getting bored.

"You guys are horrible kissers," she groaned. "I dare the next person to really go for it. Theo, dear, your turn."

Theodore spun the bottle and watched as it slowed down. It looked like it was going to land on Ginny, but it kept going at a snail's pace, finally stopping on Neville.

"Ooo," Ron wolf whistled. "Gonna take Pansy's dare, Theodore?"

"That depends on Neville." Theodore scooted closer to Neville, trying to get a read on him. He thought Neville was shy and didn't want to freak him out. Theodore was kind of into him.

Shy or not, Neville was also a Gryffindor and they had a hard time backing down from challenges. Theodore could see that in the strange glint in Neville's eyes. Determination. That was interesting to Theodore.

Which is why Theodore was startled when Neville made the first move, pressing their lips together. He was stunned enough to gasp, parting his lips, which Neville took glorious advantage of, pressing his tongue into Theodore's mouth.

Getting his bearings back, Theodore started to move his own tongue against Neville's, mewling in the back of his throat. Neville was a good kisser.

When they pulled apart, Theodore was dazed, panting to regain his breath. When Neville winked at him, Theodore's brain short-circuited.

Was it the firewhisky, the dare, or just Neville? Theodore didn't know, but he wanted to find out. He sat back in his spot, still feeling zoned out.

"Much better!" Pansy cheered. "Ginny, you're up."

Ginny spun the bottle and it landed on Ron. "Oh, come on!" Ginny and Ron groaned. Everyone laughed.

Rolling her eyes, she pecked Ron on the cheek. "That has to count. Give us a break. We are not doing anything to break our mum's heart."

"The court will allow it," Hermione giggled. She was a little drunk.

Millicent's turn was next. She landed on Blaise and looked at him hesitantly. She didn't think she was pretty and was a little on the bigger side, so she had low self-esteem. Surely, Blaise wouldn't want her to kiss him.

But Blaise smiled at her and approached. "Cheers, Milli," he said, leaning down to kiss her. It wasn't as steamy as Theodore and Neville's, but it wasn't a peck either.

Millicent was grateful that he didn't treat her differently, but she decided she didn't like kissing all that much.

Harry took control of the bottle next. By chance, (not by chance) it landed on Draco.

Most of the people in the room, except Millicent and Daphne, knew about Harry and Draco liking each other, but the two were too dense to figure it out. Would they kiss for real, or just do a quick peck, scared of the other finding anything out?

"You better not have bad breath," Draco drawled, acting positively bored.

"We all smell like firewhisky," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He crawled over to Draco, looking like he was stalking prey. Draco tried to pretend not to notice how hot he looked on all fours.

"Fine, just get it over with."

"Alright, don't whine, Draco."

Harry placed his knees over Draco's lap, which wasn't needed. He put his arms on either side of Draco's head on the wall Draco was sitting against, pinning him in place.

Draco's eyes enlarged, his pupils dilating as Harry leaned down to kiss him. Draco had assumed it would be a chaste kiss, but he should have never underestimated a drunk Gryffindor. They were so hotheaded. Draco did not mind one bit at the moment.

Suppressing a moan, Draco parted his lips when Harry coaxed him to do so, shivering when Harry's tongue licked along his bottom lip, and then pushed inside his mouth. Before the kiss was over, Draco was startled when Harry bit his lower lip, tugging on it slightly.

"Was my breath okay, Draco?" Harry asked, pulling back.

"Y-yeah, firewhisky as you said." Draco avoided his eyes and made a mental note to put this memory in a vial, so he could watch it whenever he wanted to.

Hermione got Daphne on her turn. She grinned and they shared a kiss, but Daphne did not seem like the type that really enjoyed being touched, so the kiss didn't go anywhere.

"You're a good kisser," Daphne said to be polite.

"Thank you," Hermione said, blushing. She glanced at Ron and quickly looked away.

Ginny spun and got Draco.

"Gryffindor lips, coming up," Ginny said, getting up and going over to him. Draco stifened up, but accepted a quick kiss. Harry pouted at Ginny as if she had betrayed him.

"Time for the next game!" Pansy said, happily. It was going so well. Before the night was over, there would probably be two new couples. Theodore would not stop looking at Neville. That boy was so whipped. Then there was Draco and Harry. Since the kiss, they hadn't looked at each other once, but she was going to fix that.

"Um, sorry. I haven't drunk anything, so I think I would like to go now," Millicent said. She was getting uncomfortable; the party was too intimate for her liking.

"Same," Daphne said, standing up. "Not to be a bore, but I have so much homework."

"You didn't drink?" Hermione asked, just to make sure.

"No."

"Don't get caught," Pansy said, waving the two girls away.

"Truth or dare time. Be mindful of your dares. If it is something that requires consent and the other party does not give it…" Hermione trailed off. "Well, you know what I mean. We're not criminals."

"We will still spin the bottle, whoever it lands on, you ask them truth or dare. Got it?" Pansy asked.

Luna went first. It landed on Theodore. He picked truth.

"Do you have feelings for someone in Gryffindor?" Luna asked. Everyone knew that Luna ended up knowing things she should not know, so if she asked that, she already knew who Theodore had feelings for.

Theodore blushed. "Yes."

"Gross," Draco teased. "Gryffindor? No offense."

Everyone laughed. Draco was such an idiot. He wasn't fooling anyone, except Harry.

Theodore spun the bottle. It landed on Ron.

"Dare!" Ron yelled, before Theodore could ask.

"Kiss the person whose birthday is closest to yours."

It was Luna and they kissed without much fuss, though Hermione looked a little peeved.

Ron got Neville, who picked dare.

"Neville, you've gotten really fit, haven't you?" Ron said, smirking. "Show us how fit exactly. I dare you to take your top off."

"The whole game or just…"

"For ten minutes," Ron clarified. "If you consent," he said, eying Hermione, who shrugged.

Neville knew he looked decent enough since he started to grow into his body. He pulled his shirt off and because he had a little too much to drink, he did it slowly, smiling at Theodore, who looked like he just got hit with a stupefy.

"Damn, Nev," Ginny said, whistling. "You are sexy!" She giggled. Neville laughed, throwing his shirt at her head.

"I'm keeping this." Ginny pulled his shirt over her head and stuck her tongue out at Neville.

Pansy smirked, watching as Theodore's eyes became glued to Neville. The poor boy might not survive the night.

Neville got Harry, who picked dare.

"I dare you to…sit… " He paused to think. Would it be better to go for Draco or another guy to cause a bit of jealousy? "Sit in Blaise's lap," Neville said, smiling widely.

"Facing him or not?" Harry asked.

Draco's fumed, hiding the expression by grabbing another shot of firewhisky and downing it.

"Facing."

Harry shrugged and climbed into Blaise's lap, who put his hands on Harry's hips to hold him in place.

"Ron, spin for me, I'm a bit busy," Harry said, laughing.

The bottle landed on Draco. Harry twisted around, so he could look at Draco, noticing he was frowning.

"Truth."

"How many people have you kissed, not counting this game?" Harry asked.

Draco looked at Pansy, who grinned at him.

"None, happy?"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Harry answered, "so sure, I'm happy."

"Okay."

'Such idiots,' Ron mouthed toward Ginny.

"Idiots." Pansy did not whisper. Hermione snorted. "Draco, spin."

He got Harry. How ironic.

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss the person you have a crush on." It would hurt to see, but at least Draco would know who his competition is. He assumed it would be Ginny, or maybe even Luna.

Rolling off Blaise's lap, Harry stood up. "Can I make an amendment?"

"What?" Draco asked.

"Instead of a kiss, can I just confess?"

Pansy and Hermione perked up, eyes widening. Ron and Neville grinned. Everyone else looked eager to see it finally happening. Draco was the only clueless one, who felt saddened that Harry was going to confess to someone else right in front of him.

"Okay, I dare you to confess your feelings to whoever it is you like," Draco said, his chest feeling heavy.

"Everyone please close your eyes, so I can surprise you when you open them! Also, don't punch me if you don't feel the same way!" Harry said, dramatically. He was quite drunk.

"Wait, I got a better idea," Hermione said. "This way the one can't peek. Everyone trust me?" she asked, holding up her wand. Nobody seemed to care, knowing she wouldn't do anything harmful, so she cast a spell on each person that created a blindfold around their eyes.

Before putting her own blindfold on, she smiled at Harry and mouthed, 'Good luck.' She glanced at Draco and then back at Harry, making him flush.

Of course, Hermione knew.

"If I tap your shoulder three times, that means you're not the person, so you can take your blindfold off and watch me humiliate myself," Harry said, laughing.

He went to Hermione first, because she knew how to undo the spell. Hermione smiled at him and then hugged him. They went around the room removing blindfolds one by one. Everyone, except Draco could see now.

"I've left a couple blindfolded, so it's still a surprise for the person," Harry lied.

"Don't blame me for being all over the place! I'm drunk." Harry walked over to Draco and stood in front of him, Hermione behind him, waiting for his signal.

He bit down on his lip and then touched Draco's shoulder. Draco flinched. Harry nodded to Hermione and she dissolved the blindfold.

"Surprise, sorry, gross Gryffindor, I know," Harry said, flushing. "Okay, bye!" Harry turned around and ran up to his dorm.

Draco blinked, wondering if he was more drunk than he realized. He was hallucinating.

"You really put your foot in your mouth earlier, Draco," Pansy said, tutting. "Poor Harry."

"I didn't… he can't…" Draco fumbled for words.

"But he does, dumbass," Ron said. "You think he would confess to a bloke on a laugh? Especially to a Slytherin."

"He's also a dumbass," Pansy said, "he ran because he fully believed you would hit him, reject him or whatever."

"Idiots in love, how sweet," Ginny giggled.

"While we're all in a confessing mood," Neville said, "Theodore, want to go on a date with me to Hogsmeade?"

Theodore's brain short-circuited again. His mouth fell open and he made a sound that was not part of any human language, Wizard or Muggle. It might have been alien.

"Translated, yes, I would love to go on a date with you," Blaise said, smacking Theodore on the back. "Get it together, Theo!"

Neville smiled.

"I thought you were shy?" Pansy put her arm around Neville's shoulders. "You'll be good to my darling Theo, won't you?"

"Of course," Neville answered, winking at Theodore. It wasn't the firewhisky, or dare. It was one hundred percent Neville coming into himself and going for something he wanted.

Theodore still couldn't talk.

"This is our dorm," Ron said. "I know you both like each other but Harry is my best friend and like my brother, so if you hurt him, you will have so many redheads on your ass." He smiled gently, despite the threat. "Good luck."

Draco swallowed, nodding his head. He entered the room, and saw two occupied beds with curtains open. Dean and Seamus, fast asleep. He quietly walked to the bed that had the curtains closed.

He covered Dean and Seamus's bed with a silencing charm.

"Harry, can I come in?"

The curtain opened and Draco crawled onto the bed.

"Hi," Harry said, sitting cross-legged in front of Draco. "Sorry for running."

"Hey. No, I get it." Draco rubbed the back of his neck. "There is nothing gross about it being Gryffindor or not. I put my foot in my mouth according to Pansy. Look…I like you, Harry. I really do." Draco flushed and glanced down.

"Oh. Okay." Harry reached out, touching Draco's hand. "You sure? We're both a bit drunk…"

"I've never been more sure about anything, drunk or not. Am I slurring my words or acting wobbly? I can hold my alcohol well."

"I guess you seem okay. Will you confess again when we're sober?" Harry asked with a big smile. "I like you, too, but I want to confess properly without firewhisky in my system." He bit down on his lower lip.

"Sounds good to me. So we're roommates today, huh? It's odd to think about being in Gryffindor Tower, let alone spending the night." He sighed, leaning forward, pressing his forehead against Harry's.

"This room is going to have three Slytherin tonight. It really is weird!" Harry felt giddy. It was the firewhisky, but it was also the love.

"Yeah, and Neville is sharing with Theodore, but he kind of broke Theo." Draco smirked and told Harry what happened.

"What! My Neville did that! My friends are so cool."

"You're so cute."

"Good morning," Harry said, yawning as he woke up with Draco draped across his chest. "Ouch, how much did we drink?" It was Saturday, so they had no classes, luckily and it was a Hogsmeade weekend, too.

Harry wondered if Neville would be able to fix Theodore in time for their date. He grinned, thinking about them and then smiled even wider, thinking about his own romantic pursuits.

He couldn't believe he had Draco in his bed and that they both liked each other. Unless that had been the firewhisky talking.

"Draco, wake up." He poked the blonde's cheek. Draco opened his eyes and smiled. "Good morning," Harry repeated.

"Morning. Was it a dream?" Draco asked, snuggling closer to Harry, practically all the way on top of him.

"No, but was it just the firewhisky?"

"Nope." Draco sat up and stretched.

"You guys decent?" Neville's voice called from outside Harry's curtain.

"Yes," Harry answered. Neville opened the curtain and handed them potions.

"Hangover cure. Everyone's had one. Dean and Seamus are so confused. They were invited, but forgot to come." Neville laughed. "Hermione failed to tell them Slytherin would be around."

"Yeah, rude," Seamus yelled. "Everyone should get a Slytherin bed buddy."

"You can have Blaise, he's handsy in his sleep," Ron said, groaning.

"Who said I was asleep."

Ron glared at him, but the glare wasn't heated.

"Okay, I was asleep. Sorry. Did I do anything horrid?" Blaise asked, grinning.

"No, it's fine. I'm used to cuddling with my friends, no big deal."

"Come on Seamus, let's find our Slytherin bed buddy," Dean said, grabbing Seamus and leaving the room.

"You okay there, Theo?" Draco asked. Theodore was sitting on Neville's bed, looking off into the distance.

"He's been doing that a lot," Neville said, grinning. "I didn't know he was shy. Shocker," he whispered, so that only Harry and Draco could hear.

"Wow, Theo always talks a big game when it comes to flirting," Draco said, snickering.

"We're sober," Harry said, as they walked around Hogsmeade, holding hands. "I like you, Draco." He grinned, kicking a rock. "I have for a long time. The houses not getting along and us being asses to each other made it weird that I liked you so much, but I guess, you can't help who you like."

"Yeah, sorry, we were stupid, huh?" Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand. "It seems things could be changing soon. I mean people will follow examples, won't they?"

"If some of the more popular Slytherin and Gryffindor are hanging out, then yes."

"Good. Harry, I like you, too. Since forever." Draco nudged his side and smiled.

"Great, that's sorted. So you're a pureblood, does that mean you'll ask my family to sign a marriage contract?" Harry asked, face serious.

Draco spluttered, his cheeks burning. "We're sixteen, but... I could get that going if you wish."

"Maybe when we're seventeen," Harry answered. He leaned up and kissed Draco on the cheek.

"Sounds like a plan."

"If Theodore is coherent by then, we can have a double wedding!" Harry grinned. "How cool would that be?"

Draco laughed. "Let's go ask him and see if we can make him malfunction."

"Okay."

Laughing, they ran off to find Theodore and Neville.