Dragon Tamer

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Dragon Tamer

DT 28: The Party, Part One: Pretty Blue Punch

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Harry woke up the next morning happily curled in Draco's arms, head on Draco's chest. He took a blurry glance around the room, decided that it was too early to be awake, and shut his eyes.

It was too late, though. Draco had noticed he was awake.

"Harry wake up," he said, nudging him. "We've got tons to do for my party today."

"Mmrph," was Harry only reply.

"Honestly, how have you saved the world so many bloody times when you're such a lazy sod?" Draco asked rhetorically, but he stopped trying to make Harry wake up. After a moment, he spoke. "You know, Harry, I've been thinking," Draco said, in an important sort of voice that made Harry open one reluctant eye. "Starting tomorrow, I'll be seventeen."

"Uh-huh," said Harry, deciding that Draco was going to start babbling about himself and, cute as it always was, at the moment sleep sounded a bit more appealing. He closed his eyes again.

"I'm going to be of age," Draco continued. "I'm going to be a man."

"That's lovely, Draco," Harry mumbled sleepily, nuzzling up against Draco's side.

"Yes, it is," Draco said thoughtfully, one hand absently playing with Harry's hair. "You, however, are still going to be just a boy."

Harry cracked open his eyes. "What are you on about?"

"I'm just saying," Draco said innocently, "that tomorrow, in the eyes of the wizarding world, I'm going to be a man. And you - well, you're still going to be a boy."

"What's your point?" Harry said with a yawn, idly wondering what Yoda had made for breakfast.

"My point is that I'm a man, and you're just a boy, so a few things are going to have to change around here."

"Whatever you want, cutie," Harry mumbled, and Draco practically growled at him.

"There, you see! Like this whole "cute" idea that you have about me. It's utter rubbish. It's going to have to go."

"But you are cute," Harry protested, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "Snuggly, too," he added, rubbing his nose against the soft skin on Draco's cheek.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about," Draco said, sounding highly miffed. "You can't call me cute. Or snuggly. It's undignified, and I'm not going to stand for it."

"Draco, you're being an idiot," Harry said, amused.

"Shut it, you. I'm the man in this relationship, and I'm calling the shots."

"You're the man in this relationship? When did that happen?"

"When I became a man in the eyes of the wizarding world. Oh, and another thing. Seeing as I'm now officially the man in this relationship, from now on I get top 90 of the time."

"Yeah. Right. Not gonna happen."

"Don't you smart mouth me, little boy. Respect your elders."

"Seven months hardly makes you my elder, Draco" Harry pointed out, sitting up.

"Oh, and enough with this 'Draco' business. To you, I'm now Mr. Malfoy."

Harry looked at him disbelievingly. "Mr. Malfoy?"

"That's right," said Draco smugly. "That's how children should address adults."

"Draco," Harry said, stressing the blonde's first name. "If you don't hush your silly little mouth, I'm going to tie you up and do very kinky things to your defenseless body."

"I don't think I like your attitude," Draco said snottily. "And I told you to call me Mr. Malfoy."

Harry sighed. "Fine. Just for today, since it's your birthday, I'll call you Mr. Malfoy. Or whatever you want."

"Really?" said Draco, getting excited. "Okay, Mr. Malfoy it is. Oh no, wait. How about Lord Malfoy? That has a nice ring....or Master Malfoy. Oooh, yes. Master Malfoy. I like the sound of that. Hmm...but maybe just Sir...gosh, this is hard..."

"So which is it, then?" Harry asked, casually, as he snuck his wand from the bedside table while Draco babbled excitedly.

Draco thought for a moment, then said decisively, "Master Malfoy."

"Very well, then, Master Malfoy," Harry said innocently. "I hope you like silk."

"Silk? What does silk have to do with any - "

Draco's reply was cut off by silk ropes shooting out of Harry's wand and wrapping themselves around Draco's wrists, effectively tying him to the headboard.

Draco squirmed and yanked, but the bonds held him firm. He turned to glare at Harry. "You utter bastard! You promised you'd do what I wanted!"

"No, I do believe I promised I'd call you what you wanted, Master Malfoy," Harry returned with a grin. He climbed on top of wriggling Draco and licked his lips lasciviously. "Time for the promised kinky things. And just to prove my point, I'm going to be on top."

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Well, after that little stunt, Draco naturally wanted revenge. And Draco got his revenge on Harry during tea, in the most devious, Slytherin of ways.

"Mummy, I was thinking," Draco began, as the three Malfoys and Harry were eating crust-less sandwiches and scones.

"Yes, darling? What is it?" Narcissa asked, sipping her tea and scanning the list of appetizers for the party.

"Well, I'm a bit worried about Harry and Daddy."

Here Harry and Lucius' heads both shot up at lightning speed. No way could this be good.

"What are you worried about, lovey?" Narcissa asked, concern shining in her eyes.

"I'm worried that they don't get along very well," Draco said in a plaintive sort of voice. "I mean, Harry thinks Dad's a closet case and Daddy wants to kill Harry."

Harry and Lucius both opened their mouths to argue, and then promptly shut them. They really couldn't argue with that.

"I just can't take it anymore, Mum. I love them both and I want them to get along. Do you think perhaps that instead of helping out with the party this afternoon, that Dad and Harry could spend some quality time together?"

Lucius and Harry exchanged a horrified look.

"What an excellent idea, Draco!" Narcissa said, beaming at her son. "I'll have Yoda fix up Lucius' study with some refreshments and some board games."

"Wait, no, that won't be necessary," Harry said, quickly turning to Narcissa. "Mrs. Malfoy, there's really no need. We get along brilliantly. Don't we, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Oh yes," Lucius replied hurriedly. "I love the boy. He's like a second son to me. A second son without a bunny and with really nice hair."

"Exactly," Harry agreed quickly. "And Mr. Malfoy is like the dad I never had, only blonde and kind of gay."

"You watch your mouth, young man!" Lucius said, turning to Harry. "Or you're going to find yourself in a world of trouble!"

"Oh, I'm so scared, Lucius. What are you going to do? Hit me with your purse?"

"It's a MAN-BAG, damn it! And may I add that I was FORCED to buy one as part of my Death Eater uniform! I do not carry this thing by CHOICE!"

"See what I mean, Mum?" Draco whispered, as Harry and Lucius continued their spat.

"Yes I do, sweetie. Yes I do."

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Just a wee bit later, Harry stood in Lucius' study and surveyed the room - bookshelf after bookshelf, large comfy furniture, huge fireplace. Nice study, although the round table set up with a stack of board games made Harry sigh.

He and Lucius each took seats at the table, resigned to their fate. Harry picked up a deck of cards.

"Exploding Snap? Unless you don't want to chance ruining your manicure, of course."

Lucius gave him a withering glare. "Very witty. Just deal the bloody cards."

Harry dealt the cards, and then surveyed Lucius over his hand. He waited until the blonde had picked up his snifter and taken a swig of brandy before he spoke.

"So I shagged your son again this morning."

Lucius spit out his brandy all over the table.

"POTTER!" He managed to choke out. Harry grinned evilly.

"It was amazing. I tied him to his own headboard and buggered him absolutely rotten. And wow, can that minx make a racket."

Lucius gave Harry his most terrifying Malfoy Death Glare. "I happen to be very happy pretending you and Draco have a completely platonic relationship, thank you very much, so if it wouldn't be too much of a bother would you please keep quiet?"

"I couldn't possibly keep quiet about something that was so good. I hope you realize that I'm absolutely mad about your son. I've got a thing for blondes, you know," Harry finished with a wink.

"Will you behave yourself?" Lucius snapped.

Harry shrugged. "Don't see why I should, really."

"Because, in case you've somehow forgotten, I am your current guardian! I could punish you if I wanted to."

"Maybe I want you to punish me. Sounds kind of sexy, actually."

"You're walking on thin ice here, young man."

"Ooo, authoritative. I like that. Are you authoritative in the bedroom too?"

"Potter, if you don't shut up," Lucius said irritably, "I'm going to ground you again."

"Oh no," Harry said melodramatically, putting a hand on his chest. "Not grounded. I suppose now I'll have nothing else to do but shag your son over and over and o - "

"Point taken. Perhaps it would wipe that insolent smirk off your face if I turned you over my knee. What would you say to that?"

"I'd say, "oh yeah Daddy, give it to me, I like it rough you naughty rabbit."

"I meant it as a punishment, not as something sexual, you imbecilic child!"

"Oh it's all sexual if it comes from you, cowboy. Come on and punish me, Lucius. I've been a bad little boy."

"You better watch it, Potter, or you'll find yourself chained in the dungeons."

"Oh, you're into bondage, are you? I see where Draco gets it from."

"Listen, you arrogant little brat, if you don't shut your mouth then I'm going to gag you!"

"Kinky, Lucius. Very kinky."

"Aaarrgh!"

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Four games of Exploding Snap, three shots of vodka, two hours and one very irritated Lucius later, they were allowed to leave. Amazingly, Harry was still alive, although he had been threatened with some amazingly creative threats that left him half afraid of ever being captured by Death Eaters and half understanding what his dad might have seen in Lucius.

Harry and Draco were now in Draco's room, getting ready for the party.

"You're a horrid brat, I hope you know," Harry noted, as he watched Draco primping. "Locking me in the study with your father was low, even for you."

"Really, Harry, what did you expect? I'd let you tie me up and have your wicked way with me without any consequences? It's like you think you're dating a Hufflepuff here," Draco returned, putting the final touches on his hair. "Do I look alright?"

Harry took a good look. Draco was wearing tailored black trousers, a tight grey sweater, and had left his hair mostly loose the way Harry liked it. Yum. "Yes, you do. You look bloody perfect. Now get out of here before I pounce on you. Your dad gave me some really wicked ideas."

Draco made a face. "My dad did what? Ugh, that's disgusting. Now come on, let's go."

And so he and Harry made their way downstairs.

The time for the party had arrived.

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Now, it should be said that a Malfoy coming of age is no ordinary event. It is an event worthy of a fiesta of epic proportions; an all-get-out, no-holds-barred party, and Draco and Narcissa had seen to it that this party would go down in the record books as this year's "DO NOT MISS" event. Indeed, the guest list numbered several hundreds, and reporters from The Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, Wicked Witch Weekly, Saucy Sorcerers, and more had all come to cover the story.

Witches and wizards were Apparating and Portkeying in by the dozens. Harry and Draco's Hogwarts' classmates arrived, as did several key players from the Ministry of Magic, a few of Lucius's "business partners," and the professors from Hogwarts (Lucius found himself stuttering a bit in front of Severus Snape, but recovered quickly enough to ask MacNair about his new job as a hair dresser).

Thanks to a plentiful feast of appetizers laced with a powder designed to help people lose their inhibitions, and cocktails spiked with a potion designed to get people talking, the party hit full throttle within an hour. People were dancing like divas in the ballroom, chatting like crazy in the parlour, and snogging surreptitiously in the loos. It was already one hell of a party, and Lucius had yet to spike the punch with his special blue powder.

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"OMG, WHERE is the birthday boy? I'm just so excited to take his picture!"

Nigel Baker, head photographer at Saucy Sorcerers, a magazine that featured racy pictures of the hottest wizards Europe had to offer, had come to the party.

"Draco honey, you're camera gold. You're a star, baby. That's right, now give it me babe, give me a pouty look, come on sexy, that's it, give it to me, oh yeah!"

Nigel was currently snapping shot after shot of Draco, who was striking pose after pose for the effeminate photographer.

"Honey, you're just the cat's meow. Now give me your tiger look. Yeah baby, give me your tiger look, that's it, you're a predator, you're in the jungle, you're KING of the jungle now let me see it!"

Harry rolled his eyes from the spot where he was standing next to Lucius and Narcissa, holding Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third, patiently waiting for the next photographer from the Daily Prophet who wanted a "family" photo. He hated fame, but Draco was eating it up.

"How do you want me now?" Draco called out. "You want me to get my bunny for the next set of shots?"

"So freaking gay," Harry and Lucius said in unison under their breath. They quickly turned to glare at each other, then went back to looking at Draco.

"No, hun, I've got another idea," Nigel was saying, switching cameras. "Bring out the models!"

And on cue, five young, hot guys wearing nothing but black boxer briefs walked onto the set. Harry took one good look at the bulging muscles and smooth tan skin of the twenty-something year old models and had to swallow a gulp of inadequacy. He was only sixteen, had no tan whatsoever, and was holding a bunny rabbit.

"I will not get jealous," Harry said under his breath. "I will not get jealous..."

Lucius heard him whisper, and was surprised by the pang of sympathy in his chest. He shook it off impatiently. This was no time to feel sorry for Potter. This was a time to feel sorry for himself. His son was about to be splashed across the cover of Saucy Sorcerers surrounded by nearly naked men. A nightmare for a closet case if ever there was one.

Although at he had to admit, there was a part of him that wouldn't have minded trading places with his son at this moment. A part of him that resided somewhere below his belly button and above his knees.

Meanwhile, Draco was ecstatic.

"Happy birthday to me," he said, and the crowd laughed. "Hello, boys."

"Hello to you too," a tall model with dark blonde hair replied.

"Oh, he's a cute one," another said. This model favored Usher from a distance. "I'll like taking pictures with him."

"Mmm, yes. Natural blonde. Total turn-on," said the one with the best abs, who had jet black hair and blue eyes and an obvious American accent. "Nigel, babe, can he sit on my lap during the shot?"

"Ooh, I want a turn as well!" said a brunette with chunky highlights and big brown eyes.

Next to Lucius, Harry was clenching his teeth. "I will NOT get jealous...I will NOT GET JEALOUS..."

"Now now, boys, don't crowd poor Draco," Nigel chided gently, winking at Draco.

"That's right, there's enough of me to go around," Draco said flirtatiously. Nigel arranged them so that Draco was sitting on the lap of the black-haired model with the other four clustered around in various poses.

"Not...jealous...NOT....JEALOUS..." Harry said, screwing up his eyes so he didn't have to watch his boyfriend looking so cozy in another man's lap.

"So, have you gotten your birthday spanking yet?" the black-haired American model asked Draco, who lifted an eyebrow.

"Not yet," he purred from the model's lap. "Are you offering? 'Cause I've been real naughty."

The watching crowd snickered appreciatively, but Draco's flirting did it for Harry. Without a word he handed DLM to Lucius and disappeared into the crowd.

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After the shot, Draco spotted his dad just at the edge of the crowd. He made his way over, and then stopped short. That was funny. For a second, it looked like Lucius had been petting DLM. Draco shook his head. Must have been a trick of the light.

"Hey Dad," he said, taking the rabbit from Lucius's arms. "Where'd Harry go?"

Lucius opened his mouth to say "No idea." At least, that's what he meant to say.

"Draco, really, you shouldn't have flirted like that in front of him. I think he was jealous."

Draco looked surprised, and Lucius could have kicked himself. "What the hell did you say that for?" he asked himself. "Don't try to help your son patch things up with Potter! You're trying to break them up!"

"Jealous? Bollocks, I wasn't even thinking. I bet he did get jealous, I know I would have if Harry'd been flirting with models. I'd better go find him," Draco said, looking a bit contrite. He handed DLM back to his dad. "Here, put DLM in my room, would you? Cheers."

Draco left, and Lucius sighed. Now his son and Potter would make up, and probably run off and shag for a bit. Bollocks. Oh well. On the bright side, he got to hold DLM for a bit longer.

But you didn't hear him say that.

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"Harry? Hey Harry!"

Harry whirled around, intent on telling whoever was calling his name to bugger off.

"Look, I'm really not in the mood to...oh, Charlie," Harry said, swallowing the rest of his sentence as he came face-to-face with his summer fling.

"I've been looking for you all night," Charlie said earnestly, and Harry bit his lip. He hadn't seen Charlie since the night before he left for Hogwarts. He'd forgotten just how built the other wizard was.

"Well, you found me," Harry said, trying really hard not to notice how well Charlie's muscles filled out his shirt.

Charlie laughed, and Harry had to try even harder not to notice how nice the sound was, and what a great smile Charlie had.

"You look amazing, Harry. But that's nothing new," Charlie said, grinning as the other wizard colored slightly. "Why don't you come sit on the couch with me? We could catch up a bit. I've missed you."

Harry hesitated for a moment. Bad idea, Harry. Very bad idea. Draco's not going to be happy with you if he catches you on the couch with Charlie.

"Oh, you mean the same Draco who's currentlyflirting with five different models? That Draco?" Harry asked his subconscious scathingly.

Er, yes. That'd be the one. Heh. Well, uh...yeah. Have fun with Charlie.

Harry turned to Charlie and smiled. "That'd be great, Charlie. I've missed you too."

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Around 10pm, a good two hours after the party had started, Molly Weasley found herself standing by the punch bowl next to Narcissa Malfoy.

"Molly, darling! How simply marvelous to see you!" Narcissa gushed, smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle out of her slinky dress robes.

"Narcissa! Oh, it's lovely to see you too," Molly replied, taking a drink of punch. "Haven't seen you since the last time Arthur tried to drag Lucius into court."

"Well, now, that is just a shame!" Narcissa trilled, taking a sip of champagne. "We really should get together more. It's just lovely to have you here. And you brought all your adorable children! I just can't get enough of all that red hair, you know. It's divine."

Molly beamed. "That's very kind of you, Narcissa. Have you met them all?"

"I think so, except for the oldest. What was his name, again?"

"Bill. He's been off in Egypt working for Gringotts, but he's here tonight. In fact - Bill? Bill! Over here! Come meet one of my friends!"

The tall, muscled man with long red hair tied back into a ponytail, dragonhide boots and a fang earring left the throngs of dancing people and made his way over to his mother.

"Hi Mum," he said casually, "Who did you want me to meet?"

Molly turned to Narcissa, whose eyes had just gone very wide. "Narcissa, this is my oldest son, Bill. Bill, this is Mrs. Malfoy."

Narcissa and Bill locked eyes, and the world seemed to stop for a moment.

Finally, Narcissa shook her head. "Bill, you say?" she said to Molly, sounding a little breathless.

"Yes," said Molly, sounding proud. "He's 25."

"Really," said Narcissa, her eyes going right back to Bill. "What a lovely age."

"Thank you," said Bill, graciously. "I assume it's the same as your own?" He seemed unable to look anywhere but Narcissa.

Narcissa smiled at Bill, and her smile fell just a little shy of the "innocent" category.

"Well aren't you precious," she said, extending her hand. "Narcissa Malfoy, but please, feel free to call me Narcissa."

"Bill Weasley," Bill said suavely, taking Narcissa's hand and kissing it. "But please, feel free to call me anything you want."

"Well, you two seem to have hit it off just fine," Molly said, completely missing the fact that Narcissa Malfoy was staring at her oldest son like a starved person at a feast and that Bill was returning the look. "Now, shall we go dance a bit more?"

"You go ahead, Molly," Narcissa said pleasantly. "I was going to offer to give Bill here a tour of the Manor."

"What a generous offer," Bill said, offering his arm. "I'd love to see your home."

"Right this way, then," Narcissa said, taking Bill's arm and guiding him out of the parlour. "I want to show you how lovely and spacious the bedrooms are," Narcissa's voice said, fading away.

Molly watched them go with a smile. Wasn't it a wonderful world, when the Malfoys and the Weasleys could put aside their differences to be friends?

Friends, indeed.

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"So it was all a fraud at first, just so Malfoy wouldn't have to marry the Parkinson girl?" Charlie was asking, in disbelief. Harry grinned.

"Oh yeah. And there we were, both dying to get in each other's pants, so we were snogging every chance we got but pretending it was just part of the act. God, we were idiots," Harry said fondly. He was very much cheered up. Charlie, despite his flirtatious attitude, was actually a very trustworthy individual, and not at all about to make a move on someone else's boyfriend. Instead, he had steered the conversation to the subject of Harry and Draco, and was getting Harry to spill all the juicy details about their relationship.

They chatted on, sipping drinks on the couch. Charlie talked passionately about his dragons, and had to congratulate Harry on taming what was, in his opinion, the most ornery dragon he had ever seen (meaning Draco of course).

"Well, I don't rightly know if you could call him tame yet," Harry said thoughtfully. "But I'm having fun trying. Especially when there are handcuffs involved."

The pair laughed together at that, both too happy and distracted to notice a pair of seething grey eyes watching their every move.

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After talking a bit with Charlie, Harry located Ron and Hermione and a couple of his other Gryffindor friends and spent some time talking about their vacations.

At around a quarter to 11pm Harry heard a voice echoed through the main ballroom, coming from a small makeshift stage that had been set up at one end for the karaoke.

"Everyone, can I have your attention please?"

Seamus's loud Irish brogue echoed over the crowd, thanks to a sonorous charm, and everyone turned to look over at him and Blaise, who were standing on the edge of the stage.

"What do you think Seamus wants?" Harry said quietly to Hermione, who shrugged.

"We would very much like to introduce you all," Seamus said gleefully to the large crowd forming at the base of the stage, "to the newest item available for purchase from the HPFC catalogue!"

"Oh no, not this again," Harry moaned.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present, our new line of Harry Potter Quidditch fan t-shirts!"

And with that, Blaise and Seamus dramatically ripped off their jumpers to reveal the t-shirts underneath.

The tiny, bright pink mid-riff baring t-shirts that read Harryz Hunnyz.

The crowd burst into applause.

"Oh. My. God," said Harry, blinking rapidly. "Blaise, Seamus, what are you - "

"It's the newest item in the Harry Potter Fan Club catalogue!" Seamus said enthusiastically to the cheering crowd. "The brain child of our very own brilliant Blaise Zabini!"

"Thanks Seamus," Blaise said modestly. "I designed them with Quidditch matches in mind," he went on to explain to the eager faces checking out the shirt. "No matter what team Harry eventually signs with, we can sit in the stands and wear these shirts, and everyone will know we're Harry's biggest fans - not just any old Quidditch fans, but special Harry Potter Quidditch fans. We're Harryz Hunnyz!"

"OMG, that is sooo cute!" Lavender and Parvati squealed in union.

"I have to have one," Colin added emphatically.

"But..." Harry began. He was completely ignored.

"I'll take three!" Hannah Abbot shouted. "And I'm going to wear mine to Hogwarts Quidditch games too!"

"Great idea, Hannah! I want one of those shirts! I want to be one of Harryz Hunnyz!" Susan Bones called out.

"Do they come in pet sizes?"

"Hermione," Harry hissed. "Don't encourage them!"

"Why yes they do, Granger," Blaise said, whipping out a clipboard. "Alright everyone, don't crowd. I can take all your orders and have them owled to you before Harry's next Quidditch match. Come on, who want to be one of Harryz Hunnyz?"

Harry had to grab Ron's arm to stop him from joining the queue.

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At around 11pm, approximately 15 minutes before he planned to set out the spiked punch, Lucius began to make his way towards the kitchens. He wove his way threw the throngs of people and was about to turn down the hall when he noticed a large group of clapping and laughing students crowded around Harry and Yoda, who seemed to be putting on some kind of performance. Intrigued, Lucius took a couple steps closer to listen in to what was going on.

"I'm going to be a great warrior some day," Harry was saying in a slightly whiny voice.

"Oooh, great warrior!" Yoda said, shaking his head. "Wars not make one great!"

The group of kids all burst out laughing.

"That's brilliant!" Hermione said, giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh my God, this is the funniest thing I've ever seen," Dean Thomas said, wiping at his eyes.

"Do another one, Harry!" Justin Finch-Fletchley begged.

"Okay," Harry said, grinning. "Ready Yoda?"

The house elf nodded.

"But Master Yoda," Harry said in a plaintive voice eerily reminiscent of Luke Skywalker. "I've tried so hard."

"No," said Yoda, putting up his hand. "Try not. Do or do not; there is no try."

The crowd burst out laughing and cheering.

"Again, again!"

Lucius shook his head. He would never, ever understand muggle borns.

Never.

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At about 11:15, a new batch of bright blue punch was set out on every table. Lucius had made sure to label it "extra strong - drink with extreme caution," because everyone knows that the best way to get people to do something is to tell it's a bad idea.

The crowd immediately began passing out the punch. Lucius watched from the shadows as guest after guest downed the bright blue concoction. He checked his watch. 11:20pm. The hallucinogenic drugs should go into effect in approximately ten minutes, leaving him free to nab Draco and Pansy and drag them up to Draco's room.

He tried very, very hard to ignore the fact that when he had looked at his watch, his hands were shaking.

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Feeling a bit out of sorts because he hadn't seen Draco now in a couple of hours, Harry went looking for him. Not seeing his tell-tale shock of white blonde hair in the immediate vicinity of the ballroom, he went into the parlour.

Spying Ron camped out next to the new "extra strong" punch, he walked over to his friend. "Ron, have you seen Draco?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of the blue concoction and downing it in one gulp. Ron hiccupped.

"There's about four Draco's over there in that corner," he said, pointing a bit unsteadily. "Talking to about five Olivers."

"What?" Harry said, flipping around so quickly that he knocked the punch out of Ron's hands. He was right; Draco was indeed standing in a secluded corner, chatting with none other than Oliver Wood. As Harry watched, Draco smiled at Oliver and put a hand on his arm.

That did it. All of Harry's jealousy from earlier came rushing back and then some. He marched off without so much as a goodbye to Ron, pushing his way through the throngs of people on the dance floor, intent on rearranging Oliver Wood's pretty face.

He had just about reached the pair when Oliver noticed him approaching.

"Oh, hey Harry, I was just thinking I wanted to say hello to - "

Harry hauled off and punched him right in the eye. Oliver hit the floor.

"Harry! What the fuck did you do that for?" Draco hissed, looking down at Oliver.

"Oh, don't you even start with me, Malfoy," Harry snarled, flexing his fist. "Are you intent on flirting with everything male in this room tonight?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake, Potter. We weren't flirting, we were just talking!"

"Just talking," Harry snorted. "And do you feel up the arms of all the guys you're "just talking" to?"

"Don't be an idiot," Draco snapped. "He wasn't flirting, and neither was I, but even if we had been that's no excuse! I saw you and Charlie flirting, you stupid sod, and you don't see me giving him a black eye!"

"Oh, so now you're accusing me of flirting? You are un-fucking-believable sometimes. Just for your information, there was no flirting going on between me and Charlie, which is a lot more than I can say for you and five stupid models!"

"Ow, my eye," Oliver moaned from the floor. Harry and Draco ignored him.

"I knew it! You were jealous about those models, weren't you? "

"Of course I was!" Harry snapped. "Honestly Draco, did you have to flirt so bloody obviously?"

"What was the big deal? It was just a little harmless fun, Harry. I don't get this jealous about your stupid fan club."

"Yes you do! You get insanely jealous! Remember those fangirls who found me when you left me tied to a chair in a classroom? You nearly hexed them and then gave them a month of detention!"

"Where on earth do you get off calling me insanely jealous?" Draco asked angrily. "You're the one who felt the need to assert your property rights by punching an innocent man in the eye!"

"Speaking of an innocent man, my eye really hurts, you know," Oliver said piteously, still lying on the floor.

"That's nice, Oliver," Draco said, still glaring at Harry. "Look, you can try to change the subject all you want, but the fact remains that I saw you and Charlie together. The two of you looked pretty cozy on that couch earlier."

"Who looked cozy on the couch together?" Charlie Weasley asked, as he walked out of the crowd and joined the group.

"Well speak of the devil," Draco said, his tone of voice so cold it could have frozen water in July.

"Charlie," Harry said, giving Draco the evil eye, "Draco here thinks that you and I were flirting earlier. Would you please set him straight?"

But Charlie's attention was now on Oliver Wood, who was still groaning on the ground.

"Oliver, what happened to you?" Charlie asked, as he reached out and helped Oliver to his feet.

"That stupid sod, more commonly known as the Savior of the Wizarding World, decided to rearrange my face for talking to Draco," Oliver said, glaring at Harry from his one good eye.

Harry flexed his fist menacingly in return. "That's right, Wood. Next time, go talk to someone else's boyfriend."

"Oh, Harry, you're still so cute when you're angry," Charlie said fondly. Harry dropped his fist and crossed his arms.

"No I'm fucking not," he muttered sulkily.

"Oh, and now you're pouting," Charlie said with a grin. "Honestly, I could never understand why anyone was afraid of you. You're just so adorable I could eat you."

"Charlie, shut up," Harry grumbled, but Draco was pissed.

He cleared his throat loudly. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm standing right here, you dragon-dung smellingARSEHOLE. And what do I have to do to make it clear to you that Harry is MINE now?"

"He's another one who's cute when he's angry," Oliver whispered conspiratorially to Charlie.

"I fucking heard that," Draco snarled, but Charlie and Oliver had stopped paying attention to Harry and Draco.

"Look at you," Charlie said, reaching out and touching Oliver's eye tentatively. "Harry's got a nasty right hook, by the looks of things. Are you in a lot of pain?"

Oliver made a rather large show of wincing, and then said, "Oh, not too bad."

Charlie smiled. "I bet that hurts like a bitch. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I know lots of healing spells that'll fix that eye in no time." He offered his arm to Oliver in a very gentlemanly manor.

"Oh you do?" said Oliver, taking Charlie's arm. "Must be because you have such a dangerous job."

Charlie shrugged modesty. "Oh you know. A few risks here and there."

"Well, I'd love to hear about it," Oliver said, as he and Charlie started to walk away. "Maybe over dinner?"

"Dinner would be lovely. Are you free tomorrow?"

"Why yes, I think I am. What if you pick me up around, oh say, 7? I know this lovely little Italian place in Muggle London..."

Harry and Draco watched in disbelief as their ex-boyfriends walked off together, planning their first date. Finally, Draco turned to Harry.

"I'm still pissed at you."

"I'm still pissed at you."

"Fine, then. I'm going back to my party."

"Fine then. You do that."

And with that Harry and Draco stomped off to opposite ends of the ballroom, each still seething.

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Sure enough, about three minutes after Draco and Harry parted company, about 11:30pm, the hallucinogenic effects of the drugs kicked in, and the place went absolutely nuts.

People began speaking to furniture, licking the walls, jumping off staircases and barking like dogs. Sparks of magic began swirling through the air, and the noise level reached ear-shattering decibles.

Knowing he only had minutes, Lucius quickly ran over to Pansy, who was flexing her muscles impressively for a large armchair.

"Big fucking muscles I've got, right?" she said flirtatiously to the chair. Lucius blinked a couple times, then shrugged.

"Pansy!" he called, and she turned. "Why don't you come with me? I want to show you something."

"Oooh, I like somethings. What kind of something? Is it a she-something, and is she tall and blonde and named Narcissa?"

"Um...sure. Why not."

"All right! Pansy's getting lucky tonight!"

And so Pansy agreeably let Lucius send her through the floo to Draco's room, where she was neatly dispatched with a quick Stupefy.

Lucius quickly Apparated back downstairs, checking his watch.

11:37 pm.

Pushing his way through the throngs, Lucius spotted Draco rubbing his cheek against the china cabinet in the parlour. He made his way quickly towards his son, only to be bumped into forcibly by a sandy-haired boy in a bright pink t-shirt who was holding hands with a dark haired boy.

"Look, a leprechaun!" the sandy-haired one giggled, pointing at Lucius. He had a noticeable Irish brogue. "Are you after me lucky charms?"

"What? No, don't be ridiculous," Lucius snorted. Damn muggle-borns and half-bloods. He caught Draco at the edge of the crowd and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Draco, come with me for a moment, alright?" he said. Draco just grinned.

"Meow, meow, meow!" he said cheerfully. "I'm a cat!"

"A cat. Yes. That's lovely, Draco. Better a cat than a bunny, although still pretty gay," Lucius said conversationally, steering his son out of the party and up the staircase.

They walked together down corridor after corridor, finally reaching the oak doors that guarded Draco's room. Saying the master password that opened every locked door in Malfoy Manor, Lucius opened the door.

Pansy was laying where Lucius had left her, unconscious on the floor. Realizing the time had come, Lucius drew his wand and pointed it at Draco.

"I'm sorry, son," he said quietly. "But I have no choice."

"Ooh, a rainbow stick! Can I play with it?" Draco said eagerly. His dad sighed. That was gayer than the Dark Lord with a new man-bag.

"Stupefy!"

And while the masses of happy, hallucinating people partied on and on below, Draco was now out like a light.

The clock read 11:45pm.

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Lucius placed the unconscious bodies of Pansy and Draco next to each other on the floor in front of the fireplace. He carefully began to prepare for the spell with all of the components he had purchased earlier that week in Knockturn Alley.

First, a circle was drawn around the two bodies with the purest spring water, collected from an underground cavern buried far below a dell in Ireland (highly magical, but won't stain the carpet). Second, crushed rose petals sprinkled throughout the inside of the circle in the shape of the ancient runes gebo, eihwaz, and berkana, from the old Futhark alphabet. Finally, Lucius linked the limp fingers of Draco and Pansy together so they were holding hands, and then touched both their foreheads with three drops each of essence of unicorn pheromones, a potent ingredient in any love or bonding spell, and one that was almost impossible to get (unless, of course, you had connections the way Lucius did).

He stepped back and took a deep breath. It was ready. All that was left was for the words Adfinitas Aevum to be uttered, exactly at midnight, when Draco came of age. He looked up at the towering grandfather clock against the wall.

11:50 pm.

Lucius sat down on the couch for a moment, trying to calm his nerves. His hands were shaking, and he just kept repeating over and over in his mind "Malfoys have duties; Malfoys have duties..."

Desperate to distract himself, Lucius grabbed the fashion magazine off of Draco's coffee table and opened it up to a random page.

And then promptly shut the magazine.

"Did I just read what I thought I read?" Lucius said, blinking. He very, very slowly opened up the magazine again, just enough to see the neat, orderly handwriting describing the most lewd sex act he'd ever had the pleasure of reading about.

11:55 pm.

Shaking his head and promising to read the magazine cover to cover after the spell was cast, he tossed the magazine back on the coffee table and got to his feet. He slowly walked over to Draco and Pansy and drew out his wand, ready to perform the incantation at exactly midnight.

"I'm sorry, Draco." The words were the barest whisper. He glanced up at the grandfather clock.

11:57 pm.

Lucius closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind, but at that instant he heard the door to Draco's room fly open, and a very familiar voice rang out through the room:

"Hello, Lucius."

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