Rating:
R
House:
Riddikulus
Characters:
Draco Malfoy Harry Potter
Genres:
Romance Humor
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
Stats:
Published: 05/14/2004
Updated: 01/04/2005
Words: 114,843
Chapters: 29
Hits: 563,518

Dragon Tamer

jennavere

Story Summary:
Desperate to avoid an arranged marriage, Draco convinces Harry to pretend to be his boyfriend. What follows is an epic romantic comedy involving scheming, snogging, silliness, shagging, snarky boys, superstars, singing, shagging, snuggling, secrets, sex gods, shagging, and a bunny named Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third. HD SLASH (and how!).

Chapter 19

Chapter Summary:
The second half of the Truth or Dare game...and what Draco does when he finds out what's really going on.
Posted:
09/15/2004
Hits:
17,975
Author's Note:
The second half of the Truth or Dare game - AND YES THERE IS SLASH IN THIS CHAPTER!! PLEASE BE WARNED! HD SLASH AHEAD!

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Dragon Tamer

Chapter 19: Truth or Dare part 2: I may have done a bad thing.

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Ginny Weasley was a good friend to have.

After Harry confessed his insecurities about Draco still finding him attractive, Ginny was extremely pissed off on Harry's behalf. How could Draco take him for granted like that? That tall, green-eyed sex god with that cute, boyish grin and that adorable hair and that incredible body and -

Okay, so maybe Ginny still had a bit of a crush on Harry.

But anyway, Ginny was now a girl with a mission. And her mission tonight was to see that Draco Malfoy was made as jealous as was humanly possible.

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By the time the game was ready to start, Ginny had worked her way almost around the entire room. Everyone except for Ron, Hermione, Seamus and Blaise now knew about Harry's situation. And everyone was pissed off at Draco, because honestly, let's face it: Harry Potter was freaking hot. Everyone wanted a piece of Harry Potter. Under no circumstances should he be worried that his boyfriend didn't think he was attractive anymore.

Everyone's heart went out to the gorgeous green-eyed hero and his tragic story, that lovely paragon of goodness cursed with a cold, uncaring boyfriend who didn't treat him right. Well, that cold, uncaring boyfriend was going to pay tonight.

Hermione finally got everyone settled and explained the rules of the games. A diluted version of veritaserum was available for the Truth questions to ensure that the truth was told. Dares were required to be completed or the one who backed down would be hexed with a secret hex that Hermione refused to disclose. Everyone remembered Mandy Brocklehurst, who still to this day had the word "SNEAK" on her face and could not remove it. Nobody was going to be backing down from dares tonight.

Especially not Harry. Muahahaha.

Draco was settled into a bean bag next to Harry, close, but not close enough to touch him. He was afraid that any contact with Harry would break the last bits of restraint that he had on his self-control. Harry just looked so freaking hot in those muggle clothes he was wearing, his t-shirt clinging to every muscle in his impressive torso. Draco was certain if he laid so much as a finger on his boyfriend he would completely snap and shag Harry into the floor right then and there.

He did briefly wonder why everyone seemed to be glaring at him. He didn't notice that Harry had looked longingly at him and then sighed pathetically, as if bemoaning the fact that Draco wouldn't even cuddle with him. He did hear Lavendar and Parvati saying something about "that little bastard, he won't even touch him," but he didn't know what they were talking about.

"Well, shall we begin?" said Hermione brightly, and everyone looked at Draco.

"Yes," said Ginny with narrowed eyes. "Let's."

And as Draco found himself surrounded by evil smirks, he couldn't help wonder what exactly was going on.

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Lavender Brown got the honor of beginning the game. She looked around the room, and finally settled on her best friend Parvati.

"Parvati, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," said Parvati, downing a shot of the diluted Veritaserum. Lavender thought for a moment, then smiled.

"If you could shag any of the guys in this room, who would it be?"

"Harry Potter," Parvati promptly replied, relishing how Draco Malfoy's eyes narrowed at her confession. Lavender smiled.

"He is so incredibly hot, isn't he? I'd shag him too," she said back with a wink, and Draco turned to glare at Lavender.

"That's fascinating, Brown," he said, in a rather icy voice. "Now if you wouldn't terribly mind keeping your opinion about my boyfriend to yourself, let's get on with it, shall we?"

"Harry should know at least one person thinks he's really hot, you selfish git," Parvati said under her breath.

"What?" said Draco, whirling around to look at Parvati.

"Nothing!" she said, smiling brightly. "My turn...I pick...Millicent Bulstrode. Millicent, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," the Slytherin girl replied, taking her own drink of Veritaserum. Parvati grinned.

"Okay. Tell us one of your raciest fantasies."

"Doing it with Harry Potter on Professor Snape's desk during Potions," Millicent answered, giving Harry a lusty wink. Harry looked vaguely horrified. Draco looked livid.

"Bulstrode, that is absolutely disgusting! How dare you fantasize about Harry in that manner, you sick cow!"

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy. What's your problem? Or don't you think Harry deserves to be fantasized over?" Millicent responded with a bit of venom, and Draco raised his eyebrows.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing," said Millicent casually. She looked around the room. "Hey Potter, Truth or Dare?"

Harry snuck a look at Draco's rather angry face. He felt a little guilty. Slytheirn-Harry just poked at him.

"He's cheating on you with Blaise, remember?" Slytherin-Harry reminded him. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Dare," he said confidently, hoping it was something that would make Draco very jealous.

Everyone held their breath.

Millicent had the perfect dare, all ready to go. "Talk dirty to Blaise. In Parseltongue."

"Ooooh," came the chorus from the Slytherins, who all looked close to swooning. The Gryffindors looked faintly disturbed, and yet mildly intrigued. Draco was livid.

"That's a horrible dare, take that back! I don't want my boyfriend talking dirty to some other guy." Millicent just smiled at Draco.

"Now, Draco, really. Blaise won't even know what he's saying since it'll be in Parseltongue," she said placatingly.

"That makes it even worse! Blaise is just going to get off on it more, you know that," Draco said angrily, but Harry gave him an innocent look.

"Oh come on, Draco, it's just a silly dare," Harry said as angelically as he could.

At Draco's livid expression, Slytherin-Harry was practically dancing on Harry's shoulder. "This is fantastic!" he cackled evilly. "You get to make Draco jealous with the very slime he's backstabbing you with! Oh, it's too perfect for words."

Draco was not happy with the situation. "Potter, you aren't seriously considering -

"Now don't get all jealous Draco, it's just a game," Harry said patronizingly, and was rewarded by an icy stare from his boyfriend. He ignored this and turned to face Blaise. Blaise the absolute bastard. "Ready, Zabini?"

"I'm ready whenever you are," Blaise purred back.

"Make it good, Potter. Make him sweat," Slytherin Harry said on his shoulder, and Harry walked over and kneeled down next to Blaise. He leaned over so his mouth was only inches from Blaise's ear and began to hiss in Parseltongue, saying the dirtiest things he could think of (although he couldn't resist the temptation to throw a few insults into the mix - he was pretty angry with Blaise over the Draco thing after all).

"Okay, that's enough!" Draco finally said, extremely crossly, after Blaise began to get glassy eyed and started shivering at Harry's words. Harry only smiled.

"Wow, Potter, that was...wow," Blaise said in a slightly shaky voice. "What did you say?"

"Don't tell him that!" Draco snarled, but it was too late. Harry was leaning in and covering one of Blaise's ears with his hand while whispering something. Something really dirty. He wanted Blaise to know exactly what Harry Potter was capable of in bed. Hopefully he'd make the bastard feel totally inadequate.

No one else could hear what he was saying, but whatever it was, it made Blaise's eyes get huge, his mouth drop open, and a look of total awe cross his face.

"My God, Harry," he said, voice shaking noticeably now, "Can you really do that?"

"Oh yeah," Harry said nonchalantly. "Oh, and then I said -

And here he leaned back and whispered again in Blaise's ear, and whatever he said caused the Slytherin to squeak out loud. Harry smirked at him.

"But don't tell anyone, okay? It'll be our little secret," he said, a bit sarcastically as he remembered the conversation out in the corridor. Harry walked back to his spot next to Draco, and the blonde promptly cuffed him upside the head.

"Ow, Draco! What was that for?"

"As if you didn't know," said Slytherin-Harry wickedly, gloating in his triumph. Gryffindor-Harry reappeared with a *poof* and a very disgusted look.

"Really, Harry, he's your boyfriend, and you know how jealous he gets. You have no proof about him and Blaise. How can you do this to him?"

"I thought I told you to scram," Harry pointed out to Gryffindor-Harry, who folded his arms over his chest and looked at Harry crossly.

"What?" said Draco, confused.

"Um...nothing. Just deciding who I want to pick next." He thought for a moment. "How about Dean Thomas?"

"Truth," he answered, knocking back the veritaserum. Harry thought for a moment. Draco seemed to be getting really upset. Maybe he should ask an innocent question. Plus, he didn't want it to look like he was trying to make Draco jealous on purpose. That's what his friends were for.

"Who do you think the prettiest girl in the room is?" Harry asked.

"Good job," said Gryffindor-Harry. "A nice, neutral question that won't make Draco jealous."

Harry figured it was a good thing that little Gryffindor-Harry didn't know his true motivations.

Dean seemed reluctant to answer Harry's question, but the veritaserum made him answer and truthfully. "I think Hermione's the prettiest girl in this room." He cringed. "Ron, please don't kill me."

Ron was slowly turning red and clenching his fist. Hermione stopped him from getting anywhere near Dean with a pointed look. Dean hurried to move the game along and picked Neville. Neville picked truth.

"Okay..." said Dean, trying to think of some way he could bring the question back to Harry and make Draco jealous. "If you were gay, which guy in this room would you want to have your first sexual experience with and why?"

Neville started blushing and shot a nervous look at Draco, but good old veritaserum made him answer. "Well, Harry, because he's really cute and obviously very good in bed, if Malfoy's performance last week is anything to go by."

The entire room (excepting Draco, of course), burst out laughing. Draco was glaring very hard at a worried Neville.

"Why is everyone talking about Harry?" Draco said crossly, and suddenly everyone was looking in the other direction. Draco narrowed his eyes. "Is there something going on here that I should know about?"

Nobody answered at first, and then finally Ginny spoke up. "Of course not. Paranoid much, Malfoy?"

Draco looked far from convinced, but he didn't say anything else - for now. The game continued. Neville picked Ginny, who picked dare.

"Alright, Gin...I dare you to write your name on someone's stomach...with your tongue." Then Neville saw Ron's irate expression and he cringed. "Ron - it's just a dare. Please don't kill me."

"Anyone I want?" Ginny asked meaningfully.

"Anyone you want," Neville answered. Ginny locked eyes with Harry.

"Well, then, it's going to be Harry, of course."

"WHAT?" Draco shouted, irate. "What is this, a conspiracy? It's back to Harry again?? Weasley, you better pick someone else, or I'll -

"Will someone take away Draco's wand? He's making me nervous. Crabbe, thank you. Alright Harry, on your back, and get your shirt up so I can get licking." Ginny was cackling to herself. This game definitely had its perks.

The pink tinge spreading on Draco's face was all the motivation Harry needed. He obligingly lay on his back on the floor and Ginny pushed his t-shirt up. The entire room unconsciously leaned forward to get a good look at his abs.

"This is going to be fun," Ginny said rather lasciviously. She leaned forward and slowly began to trace "G..I...N...E..." on Harry's stomach with her tongue.

"Wow, Gin, you're quite good at this," Harry said, with a wink. Ron growled at Harry, best mates thing aside, and Ginny just smiled back. She finished her first name and began to work on her middle name. She was going to stretch this out as long as she could.

Draco, meanwhile, was struggling to get his wand back from Crabbe. "Let me go! I'm going to hex that red-headed twit! She's writing her entire name! Her entire name! That is totally unnecessary! She could have just written Ginny! Or just GIN! Or better yet, nothing at all! Damn it, give me my wand!" Crabbe looked at Ginny worriedly.

"You better hurry, Weasley. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep him away." Ginny finished up a flourishing "Y" at the end of Weasley and reluctantly got back up and went back to her place in the circle. Crabbe, against his better judgment, returned the wand to Draco, who stood up and sent a Malfoy death glare to the entire circle.

"All of you, listen to me!" he snarled. "There is something fishy about all this! Stop talking about shagging Harry! And stop picking Harry for all your dares! The next person who so much as thinks the name Harry Potter is going to wind up with all of their internal organs ripped out one by one through their throat, and it will be VERY VERY PAINFUL. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?" Everyone around the circle was staring at Draco in terror, which was quite understandable. A Malfoy in a jealous rage is very, very scary.

Draco took their silence as a yes. "Good," he said through clenched teeth. "And YOU," he said, turning to a wide-eyed Harry. "If you so much as look in the direction of another person in this room, I will tie you to my bed and shag you until the only thoughts left in your head are the two syllables in my name. You got that?"

Harry, who was suddenly extremely turned on by this raving, jealous Draco, could only nod.

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After Draco's outburst, the game continued in a much less Harry-centric fashion. Embarassing truths were told. Outrageous dares were done. Another half hour had flitted away, and now it was Pansy Parkinson's turn to choose a person.

She let her eyes wander around the room, and her eyes settled on a still furious-looking Draco and his un-repentant boyfriend, and she smirked - wickedly. See, Gryffindors are, as a general rule, nice and supportive to their friends. They try to help them out, and when something upsets their friends, they try to make it all better.

Slytherins don't do that.

In fact, Slytherins like a good fight. If the audience of the Jerry Springer show were sorted into Hogwart's houses, the ones who are yelling "Jerry! Jerry!" the loudest would definitely be sorted into Slytherin.

They sure as hell wouldn't be Hufflepuffs.

Anyway, Pansy thought it would be wildly entertaining to see Draco lose his cool. She turned to Crabbe and Goyle.

"Hey Vince, Greg - hold Draco down," she said, and before Draco could hex her his two former bodyguards grabbed him and held him tight, twisting and verbally cursing. Pansy affixed her most innocent smile to her face and said, "Potter, truth or dare?"

Harry raised his eyebrows. Parkinson had guts, he'd give her that. He snuck a look over a spitting mad Draco, and licked his lips. Harry Potter had guts too.

"Dare," said Harry confidently, and next to him, Draco was turning violent.

"Pansy, this dare better not be sexual in the slightest, or people are going to start losing limbs."

"Draco, really. Calm down." Her smile remained deceptively innocent. "Potter, I dare you to snog someone in this room." She paused for dramatic effect. "Someone - who isn't Draco."

Well, she got her desired dramatic effect. Draco began snarling.

"I am going to kill you, Parkinson! That is unacceptable! Harry is not kissing anyone but me! Do you hear me, you hag? NO ONE BUT ME!!" He turned to his boyfriend. "Tell her, Harry."

Harry hesitated as Gryffindor-Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Slytherin-Harry quickly ran over and clapped a hand over Gryffindor-Harry's mouth, and then shouted "Do it, Harry! This is perfect!" before Gryffindor-Harry could say a word. Harry just smiled innocently at Draco.

"Oh, come on Draco. It's a harmless little dare."

Draco's face began to turn red and he started to sputter. "Why...you... you wouldn't..."

"But I would," said Harry sweetly. "It's just a dare. Who did you have in mind, Pansy?"

"Oh, you choose," Pansy said graciously, and immediately every single occupant of the room leaned forward with eager looks on their faces. You could practically hear them screaming "Pick me! Pick me!"

Harry looked around, trying to decide which person would piss Draco off the most, who was still sputtering incoherently as Goyle kept him locked in a death grip. His eyes scanned the circle and came to rest on Seamus Finnigan.

"Oh he's perfect," crooned Slytherin-Harry, practically jumping up and down. "Draco is gonna be so pissed off!"

Gryffindor-Harry wrenched away from Slytherin-Harry. "No Harry, don't! Listen to me. Draco will be so angry if you do kiss Seamus, and you have no right to do this to him, you have no proof about him and Blaise. You need to stop trying to make him jealous," Gryffindor-Harry finished, standing with his hands on his hips, looking very virtuous.

Slytherin-Harry closed his eyes in annoyance. "Must you be such a righteous little prick?"

"Well someone has to help Harry act like a decent human being around here. Harry, listen to me, don't do this, Draco will be so hurt and upset and -

"STUPEFY!" Gryffindor-Harry promptly flopped onto his back, completely unconscious. Slytherin-Harry casually put his miniature wand back in his robes.

"You stunned him," said Harry said, half-appalled, half-awed. Slytherin-Harry shrugged.

"He was getting so bloody annoying, all that whiny do-gooder crap. Besides, you always take his side, and what does it get you? Into nasty situations with that stupid Voldemort, that's what. Listen to me for a change. I know what I'm talking about. Now go snog Seamus and make Draco see red. You know you want to."

Harry locked eyes with Seamus, whose own eyes widened. Draco saw where Harry was looking and turned to glare at his boyfriend.

"You wouldn't dare," he said in a dangerous tone of voice.

Wrong choice of words.

Harry ignored Draco and crawled across the room, stopping to kneel in front of the Irishman. Seamus held his breath.

"Hi," Harry said in a low, seductive tone of voice.

"H-hi," Seamus managed to squeak out, and Harry smiled at him.

"Mind if I kiss you?" he asked, slowly pulling Seamus toward him by his Gryffindor tie, closing the gap between them inch by inch. All Seamus could do was shake his head "no."

Draco was being forcibly restrained by Goyle. "Harry Potter, I swear, if you kiss Finnigan, I will -

The room never found out what Draco was going to say, because at that moment Harry leaned in and placed his lips against Seamus's. Seamus immediately melted into the kiss, and after a couple seconds, when neither boy had pulled away, Draco lost it completely.

"AARRGH!" he screamed, wrenching away from Goyle's grasp. He stomped over the Harry and Seamus and grabbed Harry by the back of his shirt. He yanked Harry to his feet, ripping him away from Seamus's lips, and forcibly dragged him over to the door. He wrenched open the door and dragged Harry out of it, letting it slam behind him.

The remaining occupants of the room just looked at each other in a stunned silence.

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Draco dragged Harry down a few corridors, ignoring the sputtering protests and attempts to get away the Gryffindor was making. He reached a door and yanked it open, throwing Harry into the room with such force that he actually tripped over his own feet and sprawled on the floor. Harry flipped over just in time to see Draco slamming the door shut and casting several locking and silencing spells on it.

He turned to face Harry. Now, Harry Potter is about as brave as they come. Typical Gryffindor and all that. But Harry had been associating with Slytherin-Harry all evening, which meant that a lot of his bravery had gone out the window, and now, at the look on Draco's face, Harry was terrified.

Slytherin-Harry let out an "eep!" of fright. "Sorry Harry, I feel for you and all, but I gotta run," he said, and promptly disappeared.

"Wait!" But it was too late. "Bloody Slytherins," Harry groaned, and looked at his right shoulder. Gryffindor-Harry was still out cold. Harry gulped. Looked like he was on his own.

"Well, Potter," Draco said in a deceptively calm voice. "I believe you have a bit of explaining to do."

Harry steeled himself to make his defense in flowing, eloquent words to let Draco know in no uncertain terms just how upset he was over the whole Blaise incident.

"You started it!"

Oh, well done Harry.

Draco took a step towards Harry, who had to order himself not to scoot back away from him on the floor.

"I started it?" he asked, still in that scarily calm voice that was making Harry even more nervous. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"I heard you," Harry blurted out. "I heard you talking to Blaise. You're getting back together with him, you bastard!"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "That's ridiculous, Potter. I'm not getting back together with Blaise."

Harry was stunned. How could Draco just lie to him like that? "What, do you think I'm stupid or something? I heard what you said to Blaise, Malfoy. How can you deny it?"

Draco raised his other eyebrow. "I can deny it because it's not true. What exactly did you hear me say to Blaise?"

Harry summoned the last remnants of his courage and dignity and stood up from the floor to face Draco. After all, he was the one who'd been wronged here, and he was going to have it out with Draco about Blaise. "You said that you regretted not being together with him, and that you were perfect for each other, and that you couldn't believe how blind you'd been for so long but at least you two were together now. Explain that!"

Draco advanced another step towards Harry, who glared angrily at him and stood his ground. Draco looked at him in a way that distinctly made Harry feel like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a hawk. "Did it ever occur to you, Potter, that maybe I was talking about you, not Blaise?"

"About me? How could you have been talking...about...oh..." Harry trailed off as he put it all together. The conversation between Draco and Blaise took on new meaning as Harry realized that Draco had actually been saying was that he had been sad that he and Harry had started off as enemies when they could have been friends, but he was happy now that they were together. It was really sweet and romantic, actually, and it all made so much sense.

Wait.

So if Draco had been talking about Harry, and he and Blaise weren't secretly getting back together behind Harry's back, and Harry had just manipulated his friends into making Draco very, very jealous, that meant...

Damn his Slytherin half.

Harry smiled very weakly at Draco. "So, you're...uh....not getting back together with Blaise, then."

"No," Draco said, advancing a step forward, "I'm not." This time, Harry gave in to his fear and stepped backwards.

"You're...um...staying with me," Harry said, feeling a little vulnerable, and Draco took another step forward.

"Yes," Draco replied, "I am." Harry backed up some more until he felt his back hit the hard stone wall behind him. Draco stood in front of Harry and placed a hand on the wall next to Harry's head, leaning in rather menacingly.

"You look a little guilty, Potter," Draco purred dangerously. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Harry tried to look nonchalant and failed miserably. "Um...no, I don't think so. I mean, no. No, there's not. Definitely no. Nothing."

"Potter..." Draco voice was still very dangerous. "You just kissed another guy. In front of me. You're already in more trouble then you've ever been in before in your life. Are you sure you want to lie to me too?"

Harry winced. "Alright, alright." He bit his lip nervously. "Draco, I...um...I may have done a bad thing."

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Back in the Room of Requirement, the other gamers were looking at each other worriedly.

"What was that all about?" Hermione finally asked. Ginny sighed and explained.

"Harry's been worried that Draco doesn't find him attractive anymore. So I came up with a plan to make Draco jealous."

"What?" asked Ron, flabbergasted. "Why would you do that?"

"Because Harry was so upset! He said Draco wouldn't even kiss him anymore! I had to do something!" Ginny blurted out.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm. Interesting." She thought for a moment, then sighed. "Well, you definitely succeeded. Draco is indeed quite jealous."

"I know," said Ginny with a wicked smile. "And serves him right."

"Well, I'm not sure about all that," Hermione said pointedly. "Harry and I might be having a bit of a chat about that later. But in the meantime, should we go find him before Draco kills him?"

Surprisingly, Blaise spoke up. "Nah. Draco's bark is worse than his bite. He'll just give Harry a wicked lecture and that will be that," he lied easily.

Hermione didn't look convinced. "Are you sure? He's not going to hurt him, or worse, shag him before the antidote is finished, is he?"

"Oh, sure I'm sure," Blaise continued to lie. He was a little pissed off at Harry for snogging the blonde he currently had his eye on (and that would Seamus, not Draco). He knew for a fact that Draco was about to shag the living daylights out of Potter, and as far as he was concerned Harry deserved it. "A good scolding, that's all Draco's got in mind. They'll be fine. Shall we keep playing?"

Everyone in the room was eager to continue, so Hermione put her fears aside and the game continued.

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Meanwhile, in a deserted, locked, and silenced classroom...

"...and so that's why everyone was saying and daring all those things. All those things, that, um...were supposed to make you jealous," Harry finished, anxiously biting his lip. Draco was staring at Harry with a look like that made Harry feel decidedly nervous, especially since he was still backed up against the wall.

"So..." Harry said, trying not to let his apprehension show. "Um...you're...you're not mad at me, are you?" he asked with what he hoped was a very charming smile. Draco just narrowed his eyes, and continued to stare at him with twin pools of ice. Not a good sign.

Harry glanced around the room, looking for a route of escape. The room must have been an old lounge of some kind, because instead of the usual desks and chair the only furniture was a couple of old, ratty sofas. Unfortunately, sofas do not constitute an escape route. The only way out was the door, and he'd have to get through Draco to get there.

Harry took a deep breath. He had to at least try to make a break for it before Draco had the chance to kill him. He ever so slightly braced himself against the wall, getting ready to launch himself to the side and get past his boyfriend so he could get to the door right quick.

Draco seemed not to notice. "Potter, do you remember what I said I'd do to you if I caught you so much as looking at another person in the room?" Harry froze. Oh, he remembered alright.

Draco leaned in a little further to whisper in Harry's ear. "I threatened to shag you into the floor, didn't I?" Harry gulped. "Do you think I'm the type of person to make idle threats, Potter?" Draco continued, and Harry shuddered at his insinuations and at the sensation of Draco's breath against his ear. Gods, it had been so long...

Draco brought his other hand up and ran it down Harry's cheek. "I don't make idle threats, Harry." He leaned even closer. "And you did quite a bit more than look, didn't you?" He flicked out his tongue and traced the delicate ridges of Harry's ear, causing Harry to tremble beneath him. "My my my. We are in trouble, aren't we?"

Harry seized his chance and made a break for it. He pushed off the wall as hard as he could, shoving past Draco. He tried to run for the door, but apparently Draco had been anticipating this move. He launched himself at Harry and brought the brunette crashing to the floor, with himself on top of him. He quickly locked Harry's hips under his own, and grabbed Harry's wrists in his own hands, pinning them tightly against the floor on either side of Harry's head.

"Did you really think I'd let you get away?" he snarled, and Harry suddenly remembered that his boyfriend was Draco Malfoy, who was notorious for knowing Dark Magic and quite rightly feared by most of the school. And Harry had just righteously pissed him off. Harry took a chance and looked up into Draco's eyes. They were practically glowing with silver fire. And at that moment Harry quite sure he was going to die.

But then Draco brought his lips crashing down against Harry's in a bruising, intense, possessive kiss, and Harry realized he was wrong. He wasn't going to die. He was going to get seriously, utterly, and completely fucked.

Oh. Sweet. Merlin.

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"Okay, I pick Hermione. Truth or Dare?"

"Um...let's go with Truth."

"What's the kinkiest thing you and Ron have ever done?"

Hermione stole a guilty look at Ron, but veritaserum forced her to answer. "Okay, well, let's just say I'm glad Harry's not here, because for starters we borrowed his invisibility cloak. And then I have this muggle cowboy outfit that I had brought with me from home, with the hat and the chaps and everything..."

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Harry had no idea how he'd done it, but Draco had gotten all of Harry's clothes off. The blonde was being aggressive and dominating and just absolutely manhandling Harry. Not only that, he was currently doing something very wicked with his hand that Harry was positive that Draco had never done before.

"Oh gods, Draco," he moaned, aware that the room was beginning to spin.

"You like that, Harry? You want more?'

"Oh, yes..."

"Tell me you want it."

"I want it, Oh God..."

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you, I promise, only you..."

"Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, Draco, oh God I am so yours..."

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"Woo hoo, baby! Take it off!"

"Meow! Look-ing good!"

'Oh yeah, baby, that's how daddy likes it!"

"Ron! I can't believe you just said that! And stop watching Lavender give Neville a lap dance, you pervert! You're supposed to be my boyfriend!"

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Harry was pretty sure they had moved to the couch at some point, but he really wasn't thinking clearly. The only thing he was aware of was Draco on top of him, whispering in his ear.

"Want me to stop, Harry? So you can go running back to Finnigan?"

"Oh God NO! Don't stop! I don't want Seamus, I don't want anyone but you..."

"Are you going to kiss Finnigan again, Harry?"

"No...no, I won't..."

"Are you going to kiss anyone but me, ever again?"

"No...never again..."

"You better not, Potter...now turn over. Now."

"Oh God..."

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"...and he's also got that really fierce scowl and then when he says "Detention, Weasley" in that silky voice, it sends shivers down your spine and makes you want be bad just so he'll say it again. And, so...that's why I think Professor Snape is the sexiest professor at Hogwart's."

Everyone just stared at Ron in horror.

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If someone had walked into the room at that moment and asked Harry what his name was he would have said, "Draco."

If they had asked him what school he went to, he would have said, "Draco."

If they had asked him he wanted to save the rain forests and stop world hunger all in one go, he would have said, "Draco."

Because at this point in time Harry wasn't really capable of any other thoughts.

Draco was still whispering in his ear, but the words had long ago stopped making sense. Harry was now lost in a sea of sensation, awash with feeling from head to toe. If he could have formed a coherent thought he would have realized that this was probably the best sex he had ever had. Ever.

And then he should have thought about the antidote, brewing up in his room, and he should have thought that having sex this good without taking the antidote might have been a bad idea.

But Harry was way too far gone to think anything like that. Instead he just continued to think "Draco Draco Draco" as the room faded into oblivion.

From the position he was in Draco couldn't see Harry's face, but if he could have he would have seen Harry's pupils slowly shrinking to pinpoints.

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Author notes: So who knows what's happening to Harry? Anyone? Anyone? Probably all of you. Stay tuned for the next chapter, which I will post as soon as I see these chapters FINALLY made it up!

Thanks so much for contuing to read and review this story, even with all the time delays and problems. Really. I love you guys!