How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days

Chapter Four - Interlude

And we stare each other down like victims in the grind,
Probing all the weakness and hurt still left behind,
And we cry the tears of pearls,
We do it. Oh we do it,

Is love really the tragedy the way you might describe?
Or would a thousand lovers still leave you cold inside?
Make you cry...These tears of pearls,

All these mixed emotions we keep locked away, like stolen pearls,
Stolen pearl devotions we keep locked away from all the world,

Your kisses are like pearls, so different and so rare,
But anger stole the jewels away and love has left you bare,
Made you cry...These tears of pearls,

Well I could be the tired joker, pour my heart to get you in,
Sacrifice my happiness just so I could win,
Maybe cry...These tears of pearls,

All these mixed emotions we keep locked away, like stolen pearls
Stolen pearl devotions we keep locked away from all the world

We twist and turn where angels burn,
Like fallen soldiers we will learn,
That once forgotten twice removed,
Love will be the death...The death of you

~ Tears of Pearls, Savage Garden

Draco led Harry towards the Slytherin Common Room where the main bulk of the party was being held. The party was already in full swing as Draco took Harry's broomstick and placed both in his room. He then fetched him and Harry drinks and sat the boy down beside on the sofa, and proceed to try and get the Boy-Who-Lived very drunk.

Pansy watched as Draco whispered sweet nothings in Harry's ear. She screwed her nose up at the closeness that had appeared between the two boys in just three days. She knew that she had to act fast if she wanted to spilt them up and win the bet. And as she watched Draco lead Harry onto the dance floor at the other end of the Common Room, she grinned with an idea.

It was a slow dance, and Draco held Harry's body close to his. The boy was murmuring in his ear and Draco found it was quite endearing. Harry didn't have a bad voice. Draco noticed that Harry's body fitted very nicely against his own. The Gryffindor Seeker was about a foot shorter than the Slytherin Seeker and it enabled Harry to tuck his head between Draco's neck and shoulder. Harry's hands were curled up around Draco's neck and Draco's hands rested round Harry's waist. The boy was only slightly tipsy, but most in the room were too and no one found the sight of the two rivals in each other's arms odd.

Two fast dances and three more firewhiskeys later, Harry found himself lying on a sofa, staring up at the ceiling. He was really staring up at the ceiling as much as he was staring at the floor. He had lost his glasses a few minutes ago and didn't have the energy to stand up and find them. So the ceiling above was just a blur of white.

Something heavy landed on him and sprayed himself over Harry's body. The something then giggled. Harry could just make out blond hair and greyish eyes and lots of white skin.

"Where are your glasses?" the boy asked.

"Dunno," Harry slurred back.

"Hn," Draco tutted and sat up, he began to search the local area in a hunt for the missing glasses.

"Draco! Potter! Come play!" Pansy's shrill voice resounded across the room and Draco paused in his search.

"Play what?" he asked, mildly interested.

"Drinking games!"

"Come on," Draco pulled at Harry's limp hand, "Potter! Get up and come play, I didn't bring you here to fall asleep on the sofa."

Draco managed to locate Harry's glasses under the sofa and he also managed to get Harry to move and they ended up in the circle around the fire, their legs tangled together. Draco's right hand rested on Harry's left but neither boy seemed to notice or care.

"What are we playing?" Mandy Brocklehurst asked, she was leaning heavily against a chair leg and her drunken slur was so strong that in Harry's hazy state he had trouble understanding what she had said.

"Well," Pansy started, in the group of 7 that sat there only Pansy and Draco appeared to look slightly sober, Pansy, however, was hoping to change that. "I thought we would start with a game of 'I Never', then work our way onto 'Truth or Dare', and then see what happens from there."

"Sounds like a plan," Seamus cheered from where he sat over across from Harry. Together, they were the only Gryffindors at the party; Seamus was here with Blaise and Harry was with Draco.

The people that sat in the circle ready to play were Harry, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Seamus, Mandy and Padme Patil. In the middle of the circle lay about 7 bottles of drink, all of the names unknown to Harry, who had never really drunk much before.

"I'll start," Pansy picked up a bottle and opened it and held it out. "I have never fucked a woman!"

Harry's eyebrows knotted, he didn't understand what happened now.

"You take a swig of the drink," Draco whispered in his ear, "if you have done what she hasn't."

"Oh," Harry nodded although still not getting it completely. The alcohol in his system seemed to have slowed his brain down.

Meanwhile, the bottle of drink in Pansy's hand had been passed around. Seamus had drunk from it, and so had Padme and now the bottle came to rest in Draco's free hand and he swallowed a large gulp without thinking. He then passed it on to Mandy, he already knew that Harry had never slept with anyone.

Mandy held out the bottle as next to her was Pansy and said in her slurred voice. "I ain't ever had anything put up my asshole!" She seemed to be very proud of that fact.

Pansy took a delicate sip at the bottle, making sure she didn't drink too much; she needed to keep her wits about if she was going to make her plan work. However, her delicate sip didn't go unnoticed by Draco.

"Oy!" he snapped. "You have to take a proper drink, Pansy, or you take two shots next go."

She snarled as Seamus and Blaise agreed with Draco, and Pansy was forced to take a large gulp. The group cheered and she passed it on. Seamus didn't take a drink and neither did Blaise or Padme. Draco was the next to take a swig and he was surprised to discover that Harry reached for the bottle after he had finished. Harry swallowed a mouthful, pulling a face as it burned his throat when it went down.

"What is that shit?" he asked, gasping and Draco smirked.

"Pure Vodka, specially made by yours truly, designed to give that little bit of an extra kick to it."

Harry made another face and Seamus laughed.

"Who did it up your ass, Harry?"

Harry blushed red and Pansy interrupted.

"Truth and Dare later Seamus, let Harry have his go at I Never first."

"Um... er... I've never... used my wand in an improper way."

"What do you mean exactly?" Padme asked, her eyes staring at Harry in fascination, as if she had never seen him before.

"I have never used my wand to seek pleasure," he repeated and almost everyone pulled a disgusted look at that.

"Gross," Padme exclaimed and Harry held out the bottle waiting for someone to take it, but no one reached for it.

Pansy gave Draco that look. "Draco, darling, take a shot."

"I don't know why I have to take a shot."

Blaise snorted. "You confessed once in a drunken state what you did to that poor 6^th year Slytherin. She must have been shocked to receive..."

"Ok, bitch, shut up and I take a drink, " he swore as he snatched the bottle back off Harry and drank, making sure he took extra this time. It wasn't unusual that the other Slytherins knew of his sexual exploitations, as most of them had been done to other Slytherins.

Draco fixed his gaze on the two Slytherins and gave an evil smirk.

"I never slept with Goyle."

There were squeals from the two and Draco didn't waste time in handing over the bottle, which was nearly empty.

The bottle finally arrived to Padme who held it up.

"I never had sex in a public place."

This time it was Seamus, Pansy and Draco who had to take shots. Draco was beginning to curse the fact he had been such a whore in his 6^th year.

Blaise raised a new bottle and was determined to get revenge on Draco for his Goyle trick.

"I have never had a wet dream about Harry Potter."

Harry blushed bright red, especially when Seamus took a draught at the new bottle. Seamus held it up about to speak when Draco stopped him.

"Give me the bloody bottle," he ordered and took a drink.

"Shouldn't that be about a couple of shots, Blaise?" Pansy asked sweetly. "Since he has been having them for so long?"

"I think so."

Draco glared but complied, suddenly feeling the urge to get completely wasted. He was slightly comforted however when he felt Harry's mouth touch his ear and a little whisper of, "I have wet dreams about you too."

That left Draco frozen, he never heard what Seamus's I never was, his brain was still trying to get over what Harry had just said.

A few more rounds went by without too much embarrassing things being revealed. Everything was going ok until Seamus said.

"I have never had any sought of sexual stuff with Malfoy."

Harry was swaying in his spot to the time of the music and stopped to watch as all three girls took the bottle and drank. He turned and raised an eyebrow at Draco.

"Proper little slut, aren't you?" he asked, feeling very drunk. He doubted at that moment his ability to stand up and stay up. There was also a slight annoyance at how much Draco had been "about".

"Shall we change the game?" Pansy asked, sensing a change between Harry and Draco.

"No," Harry replied, he may have been drunk and knew he may not recall this in the morning, but he was interested in what else he could learn about Draco. At this point in the game, Pansy was still quite sober and Harry was more sober than Draco, for Draco had been taking shots for nearly every "I never" that had been said, whereas Harry had only taken a few shots the whole game.

"I think we should, truth or dare? I'm just dying to know how many people Draco has actually slept with."

Draco glared at the two Slytherin girls, really wanting to hurt them badly.

"I'll spin first," Pansy grabbed an empty bottle and used her wand to spin the bottle. It landed on Seamus who took a dare, and the game started.

By the time the bottle landed on Harry for the first time, Seamus had already done a strip tease, Pansy had confessed to liking it up the arse, and Padme had admitted that she had only ever slept with Draco once.

"Truth or Dare?" Padme asked and Harry raised his head with the Gryffindor Pride he had and replied.

"Dare."

Padme pointed a finger at him. "You have to go up and snog ten guys in this room, with use of tongue."

Harry picked up the bottle, accepting the dare. He took two large mouthfuls, as the rules stated, and he stood up.

Or tried to, the world titled and he found himself with a hand resting on Draco's head to keep himself steady.

"Ok there, mate?" Seamus asked and Harry gave a nod.

"I'll be back in a minute, Padme are you coming with me?"

"Yes, I have to make sure you kiss these guys properly."

"Watch him," Draco ordered her, "he is too drunk to watch himself."

"Don't worry, Malfoy, Potter is safe with me."

Unlike Harry, Padme was able to stand up and move in a sort of a straight line. She gripped Harry and laughing together they began to move through the crowded common room full of drunken students.

Draco growled and Pansy smirked as she watched the blond boy. He was not happy about Harry's dare, but Harry was taking it all in good stride.

Harry reached his first target: Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw who was part of the DA. He was also standing beside Terry Boot and Harry chose to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

"Hey Harry," they both greeted him and he smiled at them.

"I have been dared to do this, I hope neither of you mind," Harry informed them. He moved towards Michael first, sealing his lips against the other boy's. Padme counted up to ten and then Harry pulled back. Michael licked his lips, shocked at the bold movements of the other boy. Terry, who was very much straight as well as being Head Boy, moved away from Harry but ended up backing into a wall. Harry gave him a mock saucy wink before he kissed him. Terry tried to protest but Harry paid him no heed.

"That's two down!" Padme cheered and she wobbled slightly, grabbing hold of Harry, which didn't really help because Harry was unsteadier than she was. "Where to next?" she asked and Harry glanced around the room.

What he saw made him smile: Zacharias Smith, another member of the DA and someone he had always been hoping to get revenge on. He smirked evilly and ordered Padme to wait there as he tried (and failed) to strut across the room to where Zacharias was sitting on his own.

"Good evening, Smith."

"Potter."

Zacharias glanced at Harry before looking away again. It was his mistake.

As he turned his attention away from Harry, the Gryffindor made his move. He slid himself quickly onto Zacharias' lap and as the surprised boy began to protest, Harry forced him into a kiss and slid his tongue deep into the other boy's mouth. All of a sudden, Zacharias stopped complaining and started to kiss Harry back.

Padme cheered again and heard Michael mutter something about Zacharias being very lucky.

Back in the circle by the fire, Pansy was grinning from ear to ear at the look on Draco's face.

The boy was jealous, big time. His jaw was fixed in a straight line and his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white.

Most of those in the room had turned to watch the two boys kiss, which was heating up. Harry had his hands buried in Zacharias' hair while Zacharias had his hands clenched around Harry's butt, holding the boy tightly to him.

Wolf-whistles and catcalls filled the dungeon as Harry pulled away, and Zacharias copied Michael's movement and licked his lips before trying to kiss Harry again, but the drunk Seeker was too quick and was gone before Zacharias could get a good grip on the boy.

Padme grinned. "That's the third. Queue up, Boys!" she yelled to the crowd, "Potter needs seven more kisses."

Draco watched as boys lined up behind Padme and in turn Harry strolled down the line, every now and then picking out a guy he liked the look of to kiss. The boys were all egging him on and the girls were giggling. The fourth boy was Macmillan, a Hufflepuff kid. Then, just to gross everyone out, Harry pulled Goyle into a very sloppy snog. Justin Finch-Fletchley threw his arms around a startled Harry and before Harry could do anything the boy was kissing him violently. Harry gagged slightly but allowed the kiss to continue until he ran out of breath and had to knee the boy to have him remove his mouth from his.

Harry's next victim (number seven) was three years below them, but had dark blond hair, bright blue eyes and perfect skin. He had a charming grin and Harry found himself kissing the boy a few times just because the boy had such a great mouth.

Padme grinned and she pulled the eighth guy into Harry's path. Before kissing him, Harry stole the boy's drink and downed it in one go before going lip to lip with Crabbe.

"Oy! Harry, over here!"

Harry spun and swayed on the spot. His vision darkened a little around the edges. He closed his eyes tightly and gripped Crabbe's arm.

"Are you ok?" the Slytherin asked and Harry was surprised at the boy for even caring. He gave a shaky nod and pointed towards where Seamus and Draco were sitting. Crabbe got the idea and he helped to lead Harry over to them.

Harry bent over and kissed Seamus lightly. He closed his eyes tightly as the world before him swayed and his stomach churned. Sitting down suddenly seemed like a good idea. He never saw whose hands it were that took hold of his waist, or whose lap it was that he landed on. But the lips that fell on his were unforgettable. His eyes remained closed as the tongue slipped into his mouth and as it ended, he refused to open them just in case his dream kisser was someone he didn't like.

Draco grinned at the smile that was now spread over Harry's face and he looked up to smirk at Pansy. She was not happy about this new development.

"Come on, Harry," Padme flopped down back into her empty place, "open your eyes so we can get on with the game."

Harry groaned something undistinguishable and Draco laughed.

The body beneath Harry shook with laughter and he opened one eye to glare at the boy. He opened the other eye in surprise to find the owner of the kiss and his smile widened.

"I'm happy here," Harry whispered and he reached out a hand to spin the bottle the muggle way. He never looked at the bottle, his eyes were fixed on Draco's face and as Draco looked down, their eyes caught.

Draco smiled. It was only a small smile, but it was a genuine smile and Harry loved it.