Inrevocabilis Cantanem

Chapter 3: Truth or Dare

The Gryffindor common room was a rowdy space. Although Harry knew he ought to be working on the scores of work McGonagall had assigned him, he found much more pleasure in playing. He, Dean, and Seamus had managed to cheer up Ginny quite a bit, and she was now engaged in a passionate Quidditch debate with Dennis Creevey. Both Dean and Seamus were happy she was on about something other than Draco Malfoy. Draco had held Ginny's hand during dinner, the whole time assuring her that the amulet had most likely lost all of its power since Voldemort's defeat and that it may truly belong to one of Ron's friends.

"He's so dreamy," Seamus mocked, making a face that suggested he might vomit. "I melt and want to spill my innermost secrets when I look into his eyes."

"Well, would you speak of the devil," Dean said, looking over Harry's shoulder.

Into the Gryffindor common room flew an owl the likes, had he not been familiar with this particular owl, Harry had never seen. Phantom black with glowing gold eyes, the owl flew down from the boys dormitory and landed on Harry's knee.

"Hello, Persephone," Harry said happily, stroking the top of the owl's head before taking the rolled up parchment off of her leg.

She quickly left the way she had arrived as Harry read the note.

Harry, time to take out that trade. Meet me in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady ASAP. The Ever Handsome, Winningly Charming, Devastatingly Brilliant Draco Malfoy.

Laughing, Harry told Dean and Seamus he would be right back, and jogged to the entrance of Gryffindor Tower.

Draco stood beside the portrait with his back against the wall smiling playfully. One leg was crossed over the other and his hands were stashed in his pockets. Harry matched Draco's smile as the portrait slid closed behind him.

"Nothing but trouble, that one," the Fat Lady said about Draco. Harry noticed that she seemed a might flushed.

"Darlin'," Draco addressed her, smiling teasingly, "it's just unfortunate that I'm on this side of that painting and you're on that."

She giggled.

"Aren't you supposed to be patrolling, Draco? Instead I find you trying to shag the Gryffindor portrait." Harry laughed.

Draco smiled, pushing himself off of the wall, and walked over to Harry.

"You owe me, Potter."

"How's that, Malfoy?"

"You wanted to know something. I'm willing to tell you, but we agreed we'd take it out in trade."

Draco was walking a circle around Harry, looking him up and down.

"Aha. I'm sorry, Malfoy, but I don't think I agreed to anything."

Draco stopped walking and crossed him arms.

"Are you pouting, Malfoy?" Harry laughed.

"It's not funny. Here I am thinking you're my friend. I'd have better luck with the Weasel."

"Not bloody likely," Harry smiled. "Okay, then. What is it?"

"What is what?" Draco asked, still pouting.

"What is the trade?"

"I don't want to tell you now. You've broken my trust. You tell me one thing and then...tsk tsk. No loyalty. All that Gryffindor nonsense is truly rubbish."

Harry laughed. "I'm sorry. I really, really want to know."

"How bad?"

"I'd do anything to know the great wizarding secrets of the ever handsome, devastatingly brilliant Draco Malfoy."

"You forgot 'winningly charming.' So, anything, huh?" He began circling Harry again. "Right." Draco stopped, bringing his face to Harry's. So close, in fact, that their noses were nearly touching. He smiled seductively. "Even get on your knees and beg?"

Harry's lips went dry. He quickly flicked out his tongue to moisten them. When he did, Draco's eyes darted down, watching the motion of Harry's tongue. Draco's eyes narrowed slightly and he let out an impassioned sigh.

"I will not," Harry said, though it felt as though he had swallowed a bucketful of sand, "beg you, Malfoy."

Draco nibbled his bottom lip, then moved so that his nose was touching Harry's. His voice was soft, seductive, and filled with passion. "Not even if it's really, really good? Would you beg me then, Harry?"

Draco cocked his head slightly as if to kiss Harry. Harry swallowed hard. Unable to speak, he simply shook his head.

Draco sighed, rolling his eyes and stepping back. He smiled as he noted that Harry's breathing had quickened.

"Do you want to know?" Draco asked.

"Know?" Harry sounded like a frog.

Draco laughed. "What we're trading. What I can do."

Harry nodded numbly. He was surprised to find that his lips were trembling. He bit down to stop them.

"All right then." Draco's tone turned conspiratorial. "Then figure out a way to do my patrol with me. I could use some company."

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Harry dashed quickly into the common room. He was aroused. Draco had aroused him. His head swarmed. He had to admit that he did find Draco attractive. But Draco was a boy. But, did that matter? Well, quite a bit, Harry thought, being that he had a girlfriend.

"Shit! Hey, Seamus. Dean." Harry stopped beside the chairs in which Dean and Seamus sat, playing their version of wizard's chess. Dean and Seamus had magicked the board so that instead of destroying one another when they had been taken, the pieces became one another's sex slaves. Dean and Seamus were laughing riotously as Dean's knight took Seamus's bishop.

"Do me a favor, will you?" Harry was asking. He looked down at the board. "Gods, how'd you get them to do that?"

"It's all about magic, baby," Dean laughed.

"What do you need?" Seamus asked Harry.

"Hermione's going to meet me in here after her rounds. If I'm not back, tell her that I will be soon. Thanks."

"Where ya heading, mate?" Seamus called after Harry who was dashing toward the dormitory.

"Just have something to do," Harry called over his shoulder.

"Think he's shagging someone beside Hermione?" Dean asked moving one of his pieces.

"If he's like everyone else in this bloody school, then I'd place my money on Draco Malfoy."

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Draco smiled at his feet. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowly paced back and forth in front of the portrait.

"You fancy that one, don't you?" the Fat Lady asked, giggling softly.

Draco smiled. "I just might. Are you going to tell that to all of your friends, then?"

"Maybe," she teased. "Between you and me, I think you could have him."

She giggled as she disappeared from her painting.

Harry Bloody Potter. Draco's smile widened. Had anyone told him that he and Harry would be friends, he would most likely have punched them. Anyone who would have told him that during the summer he would fall for Harry would have been on the nasty end of an Unforgivable Curse. But here he was standing outside of Gryffindor Tower waiting anxiously for Harry to return, butterflies the size of unicorns fluttering around in his stomach.

A nauseating thought entered his head: What if Harry didn't come back down? What if he had only said that he had to run and get something, but didn't return? It had been over a year since Harry had done anything spiteful to Draco, or him to Harry, but what if he had been too forward? Harry had been aroused. Of that, Draco was sure. He could almost feel the heat pouring from Harry when he had stood close to him. If he had kissed Harry, Draco was sure that Harry would have reciprocated.

He spent most of the summer sending his owl, Persephone, to the Granger house. He had been sure that both Hedwig and Persephone were going to refuse to deliver anymore mail between him and Harry. As soon as Hedwig would come to Draco with a letter from Harry, Draco would attach one for Harry and vice versa with Persephone. Draco wasn't fully aware of his attraction to Harry until Harry sent a letter saying how randy he was, as he and Hermione rarely got a moment alone. While lying in bed that night, Draco had wrapped his fingers around himself. He was surprised that Harry's face popped into his mind as he pleasured himself. Every night following was a different scenario: he and Harry after a Quidditch match, their bodies tired and sweaty; he and Harry in the astronomy tower; stroking Harry underneath the table during dinner; he and Harry in the Potion's closet.

He wasn't bothered by the fact that Harry was a boy. There had been Blaise, after all. Aside from that, Draco was convinced a long time before Blaise that he was as attracted to men, if not more, as he was to women. What had bothered Draco was that it was Harry. He had worked so hard to get Harry to trust him. He felt a need to protect Harry, though Harry was, unknowing as Harry may be, much stronger than Draco. He didn't want to ruin their friendship by introducing his attraction. It confused him; his body was telling him one thing and his mind another. His heart, he found, was somewhere in between. He had even thought of talking to Dumbledore about it. Finally he had come to the conclusion that he would simply stick to fantasies about Harry. But when he saw him on the Hogwarts Express, Draco knew he wanted nothing more in the world than Harry.

Draco impatiently pawed the floor with his foot. The portrait slid open and he looked up expectantly. Confused, he watched the portrait slide closed again, but no one had exited Gryffindor Tower.

As he looked at the entrance, puzzled, he felt something tickling the back of his neck. He swiftly moved his hand, rubbing the back of his neck, and turned around.

Harry was laughing.

"Where the bloody hell are you?" Draco asked, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Good question," came Harry's voice from Draco's left.

Draco turned quickly, following the sound of Harry's voice.

"Or am I over here?" Harry's voice was now at Draco's right.

"How on earth..." Draco began, smiling incredulously. He took a few tentative steps forward and bumped into something.

Draco reached his hand out.

"Hey," Harry laughed, "don't get fresh."

Draco joined in on Harry's laughter.

"Brilliant! How'd you do that? Do you know invisibility spells?"

Harry pulled his invisibility cloak up so that Draco could see him, his face alight with childish glee.

"I love it! Gods, Harry, that's magnificent. You are so..." Draco stopped.

Harry raised his eyebrow, still smiling. "I am so what?"

"Beautiful. Unbelievably beautiful," Draco thought. He said, "Amazing. That thing's definitely going to come in handy. Shall we go be Head Boys, then?"

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"I look like a blooming idiot walking around talking to myself," Draco laughed.

"It was your idea, Draco."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So, what is it, then?" Harry asked.

"Legilimency. That's what it's called."

"And is that like mind-reading?"

"I forget you've spent most of your life around Muggles," Draco said, smiling in what he hoped to be Harry's direction. "Not mind-reading exactly, no. It's as if you can see a person's memories or emotions by looking into their eyes. They have to be relaxed and unguarded. It doesn't work with everyone. I've tried to see into Grang - Hermione, but I can't ever see. Plus, there are people who can block it."

"Have you ever looked into my memories?" Harry asked.

"You're one of the people who can block it, Harry," Draco said. "You're an Occlumen, aren't you?"

Harry nodded, and then, realizing that Draco couldn't see him, said, "Yes. Snape taught me. And then...and then Sirius a bit as well." Harry chuckled. "I don't think I'm any good."

Draco smiled, wanting to console Harry at the mention of his godfather. "Well, you must be better than you think because I'm damn good and you never let me in."

"Cocky prat," Harry said.

Draco smirked.

"And what about your wand?" Harry asked.

"Who's getting fresh now?"

"Funny, Malfoy. How'd you make it come to you?"

"You've never seen wandless magic?" Draco asked incredulously. "It's ridiculously easy. Okay, that's my being cocky. It isn't hard to master, however. Especially someone as powerful as you are, Harry. I'm sure that you could master it easily. Just think of how much easier life would be if you didn't always have to rely on your wand. If you knew these things, Harry, you'd be better prepared for the next battle."

"I'm done battling, Draco."

"Don't tell me that you're one of those idiots who thinks that with the end of Voldemort comes the end of the battle of good and evil?"

"I don't see how anyone could be worse than Voldemort," Harry stated.

Draco shook his head, amazed by how naïve Harry could be sometimes.

"It never ends, Harry. Trust me" After a few minutes of silence, Draco said, "I want to learn that. Occlumency, I mean. Could you teach me, Harry? If I teach you what I know? That was the trade. I wanted your company tonight, but I wanted the trade to be a sharing of our gifts."

Harry considered. In all honesty, he would love to know what Draco knew. The part of his mind that years of fighting and the skepticism that Hermione had drilled in realized that Draco was more than proficient in the Dark Arts. He had to be. His father had probably started teaching him before Draco was able to speak properly. Then there was the part of Harry's mind that emulated Draco: his strength, his power, his confidence, and even his arrogance. That part of him made the decision for him.

"I'd love nothing more," Harry said.

Draco smiled broadly. "Excellent! Let's start as soon as possible. We'll just have to find a space where we can do it."

"I know the perfect place," Harry smiled.

Draco, looking down the hall, motioned for Harry to be silent.

"Miss Bulstrode," Draco said silkily as Millicent walked toward him. "You are dangerously close to making me be responsible. What is a lovely young lady, like yourself, doing strolling the halls past curfew?"

"Lovely?" Harry thought to himself. Granted, Millicent had grown more attractive over the past few years, but lovely would be the last word Harry would use to describe her.

"I'm making sure you keep your promise, Draco," Millicent purred.

"Millie, love, a Malfoy never breaks a promise."

Millicent pressed herself against Draco, swiveling her hips slightly.

"So, then I'll meet you in the common room after you've finished your rounds?"

Draco nodded, and then turned his head slightly as Millicent moved to kiss him.

"Hurry along," he said. "I don't want to have to deduct points."

Harry stood still awhile, letting Draco walk ahead of him. Surely, he thought to himself, he wasn't feeling jealousy. No, he finally decided. He wasn't. Let Draco sleep with the whole of Hogwarts. He, Harry James Potter, had a beautiful girlfriend. Moreover, he didn't care what Draco did. They were friends. Nothing more.

"Harry?" Draco whispered

Draco was a considerable distance in front of Harry. Harry trotted up to Draco's side.

"I'm here," Harry said.

"Thought I lost you. Anyway, I was saying before you turned not only invisible, but seemingly deaf and mute as well, what was it you said you were playing when you got to see Ginny's threepennies?"

"Oh, that. Dean was telling us about this Muggle game called 'Truth or Dare.' I'd never played it because, well, I never played games when I was younger."

"Right. Stupid Muggle family."

"Right."

"Dean. Hmm..." Draco said.

"What about Dean?" Harry asked.

Draco smiled. "I just wonder if it's true what they say about black wizards."

Harry stopped walking, looking dubiously at Draco. He shook his head, not sure whether Draco was serious or not, and caught up with him.

"Maybe I'll ask Ginny," Draco was saying. "Or what would be more fun, maybe I can find out for myself. So, how's it played?" Draco asked.

"What?" Harry sputtered.

"This game - this Truth or Dare. How's it played?"

"Oh, erm...You, um, have someone ask another person if they want to tell the truth about something or be dared to do something. You just say 'truth or dare'."

"And the person has to do as they're told?"

"Uh huh. Well, if it's a horrible dare, they can do something else, but there are consequences."

"For example?" Draco smiled, his eyes twinkling.

"Well, Lavender didn't want to show the group her breasts, so she had to kiss every girl in the room."

Draco snickered. "I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall. And I take it, then, that Ginny had no problems with showing the threepennies?"

It was Harry's turn to laugh. "Actually, she was asked to tell the truth about who she likes more: Dean or Seamus. She opted to flash everyone in the room."

Draco laughed. "Let's play, Harry."

"I don't think so, Draco. I am not playing Truth or Dare with you."

"Why not? You don't think I can play games?"

"Malfoys don't play games was my understanding."

"I'm going to pout again."

Harry smiled. "I didn't think Malfoys pouted either."

"Well, we do. And we whine. Please, Harry. Pretty please play with me?"

Harry laughed. "Fine. But be nice."

"I'm always nice. You start."

Harry grumbled. "All right, Malfoy. Truth or dare?"

"Umm...Truth."

Harry smiled. "Did you shag Blaise?"

"On more than one occasion," Draco smirked.

"Really?"

"Okay, I don't know all of the rules, I'll admit," Draco teased, "but I think you're only allowed one question. Truth or dare?"

Harry's mind was reeling.

"Harry. Truth or dare?"

"Oh. Truth."

"Sissy. How big are Hermione's charlies?"

"You're maddening, Draco. Do you ever talk about anything aside from sex?"

"Again, I don't know the rules, but I'm going to say that that was your turn. Yes, Harry, I do manage to talk about things aside from sex. So, how big are Hermione's charlies and is she wicked in the sack? I just assumed you'd choose truth again."

Harry shook his head, smiling broadly under his cloak.

"Big enough and she's great. Happy?"

"Yes. Truth or dare?"

"You stole my turn!" Harry yelped.

"I did no such thing. You asked if I were happy. I said yes." Draco grinned.

"I didn't ask in response to your being asked which you wanted: truth or dare. So, yes, it is still my turn and stop cheating. Filthy Slytherins."

Draco laughed. "Fine. I'm sticking with truth."

"Who's the sissy?"

"You if you'll let me have my way."

Harry stopped walking for what seemed like the millionth time that night, his mouth gapping. Draco instinctively stopped, looking back over his shoulder and smiling wickedly.

"I think we can both agree," Draco smiled, "that it is my turn. Truth or dare?"

Harry shook his head. "You're exhausting, Draco."

"That one's too easy. Truth or dare, Potter?"

Harry chewed his lip. "I thought you were going to be nice, Draco." He couldn't help but smiling. He was thankful for the cloak as his face was burning and he knew he had to have been redder than he'd ever been.

Draco sidled over to the direction from which Harry's voice was coming.

"I am being nice," Draco purred. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Harry said quietly.

Draco's eyes brightened and Harry kicked himself. Draco was looking around the hallway. His eyes landed on a small, darkened corner at the end of the corridor.

"Where are you?" Draco asked Harry.

"Right here."

Draco extended his right hand.

Harry reached out slowly, letting the tips of his fingers brush against Draco's.

Draco tenderly held Harry's hand, still shielded by the invisibility cloak, for a moment. He pulled Harry down the hallway with him, stopping in the corner. Looking quickly to his left and right, Draco used his left hand to find Harry's shoulder. He ran his right hand up Harry's arm to his other shoulder and gently guided Harry into the corner.

The expression on his face was that of a child who had a new toy. He ran his hands over Harry's invisible body, pausing to tickle Harry's sides, and hold Harry's backside tightly in both of his palms.

Draco was afraid he was pushing it, but he wanted Harry to know how turned on he was. He leaned forward, lowering his head until he felt his forehead touch what had to be the crook of Harry's neck. Draco's ear close to Harry's mouth, he could hear the black-haired boy's breath coming in and out quickly. Draco smiled as he realized he wasn't alone in this; Harry was just as turned on as he was. Bending his knees slightly, Draco pushed himself against Harry. Harry gasped, his thighs spreading slightly as if to allow Draco more space. Draco's hips moved like a serpent, undulating his erection up and down against Harry's. He ran his fingers down Harry's face, stopping at Harry's lips. The finger traced Harry's invisible lips, causing the blood to surge behind them and making Harry's already full lips even fuller.

"Are you ready for your dare?" Draco whispered huskily.

He felt Harry nod his head.

The blond stepped back, breaking the contact between his and Harry's bodies. He slowly let his hands run the length of Harry's torso, then slowly down over his stomach. Draco's fingers flicked across Harry's crotch. The blond pinched his fingers together and pulled them toward him. Between them was the silvery cloth that made up Harry's invisibility cloak.

Draco pulled, revealing a flushed, indeed very turned on, Harry.

Draco smiled, his erection pulsating against his trousers.

He leaned in, his face millimeters away from Harry's.

"Kiss me," Draco dared.