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Perfect Things


Chapter 9 I've never...


Harry


Harry wrapped his arms around Draco as he tried to warm both of their bodies up in the snow. He seriously could not believe that had just happened. For one thing it was like ten degrees outside, making fucking in the snow a rather cold experience, but beside that he had left his date inside the three broomsticks to come out here and pound Draco into the ground.

When he felt the body beside him start to shake, he quickly pulled the rest of their clothes over them. "You're trembling." Draco was laying with his back to Harry's stomach.

"It might have something to do with the fact that I'm freezing." For some reason the sound of the small blond's complaints made him smile, and he ran a hand through his now frosted over hair.

He leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the nape of his neck. "But you're so sweaty." Harry's hand traveled the length of Draco's body, coming to rest on his hip. "You really are an enigma aren't you blondie?"

With a grunt Draco slowly pushed himself up onto his butt, still leaning back against Harry. During this small movement he couldn't help but notice the wince that escaped his throat.

"Are you alright?" Harry immediately sat up and pulled Draco towards him. For some reason he seemed to have this sudden extreme protectiveness over him.

Draco placed a hand over the arm that was wrapped around his chest, and in a voice that sounded too tired to be his own muttered. "I'm fine...just a little sore is all." Sore? What did he mean by that? Did he mean...

"Did I hurt you?" Draco pulled out of his arms and made a grab for his boxers and pants, standing up to pull them on.

"No of course not...don't worry about it." Even though Draco had said not to worry, he couldn't help but do just that. Draco pulled his now ruined shirt over his shoulders, and tried to force it closed. "We should probably be getting back...I don't really know how long Pansy can distract your little boy toy...I mean she's good but she's not that good."

Harry rolled off the snow and grabbed his own clothes, now feeling no sympathy for the blond. "You're a fucking bastard you know that?" As quickly as he could he pulled the hoody back over his head, and slipped on his trainers. "How could you send her to him!" He harshly threw Draco's coat at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Draco caught the coat, and after pulling it on started to walk over to him. But really that wasn't a very good idea because rather than have him anywhere near him, he would just as soon punch him again. At the fierce look Harry was giving him, Draco held his hands up in defense. "What exactly was I supposed to do Harry? Just sit back and watch you slip through my fingers?"

Now see that was just so not fair. How could he say something like that when he was so supposed to be the bad guy? Draco made it the rest of the way forwards, and laid his head on Harry's shoulder. "Don't be angry with me over something like this...I don't want to fight with you anymore."

Placing a hand over his soft blond hair, Harry pulled Draco close. "I didn't know we were fighting." Draco pulled away with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah but it never hurts to prevent what was probably going to happen. Because come on were born to fight with each other." Feeling exceptionally playful he couldn't help but say.

"Now here I thought we were born to fuck each other." Draco smiled before jumping at Harry, making the raven haired boy stumble backwards as he caught the excited blond.

Draco crushed their mouths together, they only broke apart when Harry half fell onto the fence outlining the Shrieking Shack. "What are we gonna do now Harry?" And just like that all forms of seriousness were back into the conversation. Very slowly Harry let Draco back down to his feet, and tried for the life of him to figure out what to do now.

"I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair, and started to walk up the trail back to town. He turned around to look at Draco and saw the confusion etched across his face. "I have to go talk to Oliver...I'll see you later." Harry turned his back, and would have walked away without looking back if a voice hadn't stopped him.

"Harry wait." He turned around, but strangely enough Draco walked ahead of him so he had to turn his head again. The blond paused in his steps, and turned around. "It's Pansy's birthday tomorrow, and she's having a bash tonight...you should come." Draco blew a kiss. "Oh and you can bring whoever you want." With that said he walked away, leaving Harry alone to plan what it was he was going to tell Wood.

Unfortunately for him he had a sneaky suspicion that he wasn't going to have to worry about what he was going to tell the Scottish Quidditch player, because upon reentering the Three Broomsticks the first thing he noticed was how Pansy was practically sitting in Oliver's lap and Oliver happened to be studying something that looked remarkably like a picture.

Fearing the worst Harry rushed over to the booth, clearing his throat to make his presence known. The sandy haired brunette looked up, and seeing who had entered smiled. "Oh hey Harry...Pansy here was just showing me some interesting pictures."

Okay what the hell? If those pictures Pansy had been showing him were the same one he was thinking of then why wasn't Wood beating the shit out of him right now? More importantly why wasn't he groveling on the ground begging for his so-called 'boyfriend's' forgiveness? "Pictures?"

He looked at Pansy who was just giving him a smile, and it was in that moment that he didn't think he could ever hate anybody more. Because he had hated her before for the whole trying to rape Draco every chance she got thing, but this was just low. She reached for the pictures that were in his hand, and held them out to him. "Would you like to see them?"

What a bitch! How could she possibly to that to him? He slapped the pictures out of her hand. "No I don't want to see those fucking pictures! As a matter of fact I never want to see those pictures again! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you not have a soul?" Okay so he had gone a little overboard, but she was trying to sabotage his relationship for God knows what reason. Because really if he was with Wood then he wouldn't be with Draco, so he really did not get this move at all.

When he heard a scoff, Harry came back to reality and saw how Oliver was leaning down to pick up all the scattered photos. To his horror he saw that every single one of the photos had a different picture of Pansy smiling and winking at him. Seriously what the hell? "Harry what's the matter with you?" Wood handed the pictures back to the girl, and gave her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry Pansy he's just been acting strange today." He turned his bright blue eyes on Harry. "Where did you go Harry?"

Well this just sucks. Why did he ever bring it up. "Oh I...well I...Why were you looking at pictures of Pansy anyways?" See that's just what you have to do, when you're about to be caught cheating on someone, you always have to turn the blame on them.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at the obvious change in subject. "Oh well Pansy was just asking me which one she should use for her party tonight." Oh. Well that did start to explain things.

"Party?" See even though he already knew about this party, he had to act like he didn't so as not to draw suspicion. Because really what would Wood think of he said he knew about the party. As far as he knew Harry hated Slytherins, he didn't know that he was cheating on him with one.

He had expected Wood to say something like 'Yeah Pansy's throwing a party. Too bad I have to get back so I can't go.' But he didn't, instead he said. "Yeah Pansy's throwing a party, and she invited us both to go." Shit. Why the hell did these things always have to happen to him.

"That's nice, but don't you have to get back?" Now he couldn't be sure, but he could have sworn he saw Pansy snicker into her hand. Seriously she was such a stupid whore of a slut.

"Oh no like I said in the letter Katie asked me to stay for the weekend, so I'll be able to spend two days with you." Oliver smiled, and Harry sorta smiled back. But then Wood got a worried look on his face. "Why do you want me to go?"

Harry quickly rushed over, and sat next to his boyfriend. "No of course I want you to stay." That same innocent smile once again covered Oliver's face.

"Great." He leaned forward and gave Harry a quick kiss on the lips, which for some reason Harry felt extremely guilty for. "So we're going to the party tonight?" Oliver nuzzled their noses together, and Harry gave him a quick kiss.

"Of course, whatever makes you happy." Even as he was saying it he couldn't help but feel that this was going to end very bad. Because let's face it, everything in his life usually did.
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Harry felt dirty, not only that but he felt so very incredibly guilty. The sad part is that he really shouldn't be feeling this way. He rolled at of his bed up in his dormitory, letting the sheets pool around his bare waist as he sat up. Burying his head in his hands he tried his hardest to get his body from shaking.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder, and he placed his own over it. "I'm fine Oliver...I've just got a stomach ache." That was such a lie. He was probably as far from fine as you can get. The thing he couldn't understand was why. So he had slept with Wood, he was his boyfriend after all. So why did it feel like a knife was stabbing through his heart every time he thought of Draco?

"You still feel up to going to the party right?" Harry put on a completely fake smile, and leaned back to kiss Oliver.

"Sure. I'm going to get ready right now since it started like 10 minutes ago." Harry grabbed a pair of jeans, and just a plain black t-shirt. He really wasn't feeling up to actually getting ready for the occasion. He was definitely going to fry at this party, there was no doubt about that, but at he could be comfortable why he did it. Who turned around to look at Wood, who was dressed in khakis and a dark blue sweater, and smiled. It was now time to start his slow descent into hell.

Blaise

You really couldn't get a better partner in crime than Pansy Parkinson. She had completely set up everything perfectly for tonight. The party, the pictures, the games, it was all thought up perfectly in her mind, and he really couldn't be more proud. It was Draco that had taken her under his wing, but he liked to think that he helped...at least a little.

Though he couldn't just give hats off to Pansy, that Weasley he had tricked had done his fair share of the work. This part of work included bribing some stupid Gryffindor whore to invite Potter's boy toy down for the weekend, and planting the seeds of doubt into the brat's mind. It would all turn out perfect. It just had to.

The sad part was that he knew he still wanted Draco, more than anything in fact, but this wasn't about getting Draco. This was about getting back at him for what he had done. Because really you can't just screw over your supposed best friend that bad and not expect a little payback. It was only natural.

After raiding Draco's closet for the outfit he had used to trick Potter in, Blaise got dressed in his Sunday's best. As he was examining his very punk outfit in the mirror, he really couldn't deny that Draco had taste. This really did make him look hot. Now yes you may be thinking that he's a narcissistic weirdo, but you would do well to remember that he learned everything from Draco.

Pansy walked in behind him, and as usual she took his breath away. Seriously that girl did know how to dress. Her hair was done up in a French bun, and she was wearing a red Chinese silk dress that parted on both sides and came down to a little below her hips.

"Excited bout the party Panse?" A big smile came onto the girl's face, as she obviously thought about what was likely to happen here tonight.

"If what I think is going to happen actually happens...how could I not be?" See you just have to love Pansy, never mind the fact that she's Draco's best friend, if something can happen that will entertain her she won't hesitate in sticking a knife in your back. "You did get the drinks right?"

"Yeah, Ron told me that Wood's bringing it." Blaise began to comb his hair, trying desperately to make it look just as it had in the picture.

Pansy got a disgusted look on his face. "You didn't actually invite that weasel here did you?" Blaise finished with his hair, and had to say it looked a lot like how Draco had done it. Though he was at a disadvantage. You see he didn't own hundreds of galleons worth of hair products to make it perfect with.

"Yeah I did...I didn't really want to, but just imagine how fun it will be to watch Draco squirm over the whole thing." It really would be fun to watch Draco get all pissy over the whole matter, especially in front of Potter.

"How is our little Drakey this evening...have you checked on him yet?" Pulling on his shoes, Blaise grinned up at the girl.

"Not yet...as a matter of fact I was just about to do that." He made his way past Pansy, and stopped at the doorway. "Wish me luck."

She gave him a sympathetic look. "You're going to need more than luck Blaise. He's in a really bad mood today." Blaise waved that off as he left, because really when is Draco not in a bad mood.

Not that he minded most of the time, because usually the sex was so much better. He would get pissed about something, usually about something Potter did, and then they would have rough and crazy angry sex. But now him being in a bad mood wasn't even fun, because really what the hell is the fun in Draco being pissy if they can't even have sex afterwards? Yet he could still look on the bright side, because as soon as that annoying Gryffindor was out of the picture Draco would have to come around. Because the boy's libido was like no other, he just couldn't live without sex.

Blaise knocked three times on Draco's door, and heard what sounded remarkably like a grunt come from the other side. What did he not even answer the door anymore. He knocked yet again, and a very annoyed voice took the time to answer him.

"Stop pounding that damn door Blaise and just come in. My fucking head hurts." Now you had to wonder how he knew it was him, but then again he has learned to accept that you never question Draco's line of thinking. Instead he just opened the door and gasped at what he saw.

Draco was standing with his back to him, looking into his mirror. No doubt admiring his perfect reflection. He looked gorgeous, stunning, amazing, pretty much any adjective you can think of to describe someone who is so incredibly hot they make your eyes bug out a little.

The brunette's eyes started from the floor up, just admiring the way Draco's black leather pants accentuated his tight ass, and they were just low enough so that you could see his hip bones. Now this would be the point where he described the blond's shirt, except for the fact that he wasn't wearing one. No his creamy skin and abs were in full view, making even the prudest person most definitely want to jump his bones.

"Draco you look absolutely..." Now he was going to think of something to describe how he looked, but he was starting to drool so Draco answered for him.

"Amazing...yeah I know I do." Draco smirked at him from his reflection in the mirror. "Oh and Blaise might I just say that I love your outfit...how did you think of it?" Wait was he being sarcastic? Now that was a little new, for the past week Draco had been completely pissed at him, and he only thought that wearing this would have made him even more angry. It just didn't make any sense.

"Okay I don't get it. Why aren't you trying to rip my throat out right now?" Through the reflection he saw Draco legitimately smile.

"Because I'm happy." Draco took a handful of gel and started to run it through his hair, making it have that messy wet look.

"You're happy?" Draco turned towards him, that same smile still on his face. Blaise couldn't help it, he was really confused by now.

"I'm happy." Draco sprayed some cologne on him that smelled remarkable like this muggle kind called lucky. He then walked over to him and softly closed his mouth. "Stop looking at me like that kid, drool is just so unattractive."

Not being able to stand not touching Draco one second longer, Blaise wrapped his arms around the blond's waist and pulled him towards his body. Draco didn't seem to be complaining, and so he kept them there. "Is there any particular reason why you're in such a good mood?"

Draco reached behind him and pulled the arms out from around him. "Now Blaise you know I never kiss and tell." He playfully stuck his tongue out, making Blaise all the more confused. Okay for one thing Draco always kisses and tells. That wasn't the worst part though, the thing that really confused him was the fact that Wood was supposed to be in town today, and so how did him and Harry have sex? Wait didn't Pansy mention something about Draco trying to make Harry jealous? So what did they just fuck out in the snow? Now even for Draco that was a stretch.

But now was the time to bring the boy's good mood back down. "So it's not going to upset you that Pansy invited Wood to the party?" He had been combing his hair, but at hearing that his hands dropped.

"She did what?" Seriously it was just scary the growl that erupted from his throat. How could someone who was in such a good mood turn this creepy so suddenly? Draco turned his cold gray eyes on him, and Blaise had to gulp at the look. He was really starting to regret ever saying anything.

"Well Pansy asked him and Harry to come tonight...she though that maybe she could hook up with him." Okay so it was a little lie, but he definitely didn't want to die, and Draco looked like he could kill.

He threw the hair gel towards Blaise's head, making the brunette duck to escape getting a concussion. "Yeah I bet she does. Do you think I don't know that the both of you are up to something?" The smile was definitely gone now, and now he was just glaring. "I fucking invented the both of you!" Okay he was just going a little overboard there. It might be mostly true, but still.

"Draco calm down. I'm sure everything will be fine." Everything was so not going to be alright. In fact seeing as how scary he was acting now, he couldn't even begin to fathom how dead he was going to be after this night was over.

"Oh yes I'm sure. I'm stupid you know, I know how devious the two of you can be, and if I hadn't already screwed you completely over I would be the shit out of you just on principle alone." He pointed a finger at him. "But I'll wait to do that after I find out what you did."

Draco walked out of his room. "Where are you going Draco?" The blond turned back to glare.

"To greet Pansy's guests." He said that through gritted teeth. Oh yeah this night was going to be really fun.

Draco

This night was going to suck. It was inevitable, it was unavoidable. There was no way he was going to walk away from it unscathed. The sad part as if he hadn't have fucked over Blaise so very badly, then this might not have happened. But he was really pissed at the time, and he didn't really regret what he did. It got him Harry didn't it? Though that wasn't really the thing that got him Harry, but if he hadn't screwed over Blaise, then he wouldn't have made a pack with Weasley, and as such wouldn't have gotten Harry insanely jealous. So yeah he probably should have been expecting this, but it still didn't change the fact that it was going to really suck.

Draco stalked into the common room, and froze at what he saw. Pansy was greeting four Gryffindors at the door; Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Harry's boyfriend. He bit back the snarl that was about to escape him at the site of that mongrels arm around his lover's waist.

You know what he didn't even want to know why Hermione and Ron were here, because really the littler he knew about those bastards plan the better, because at the moment he could do nothing to prevent it. But really Harry was obviously still together with that cocksucking bastard, and that was just too much for him to handle. Always feeling that confrontation was the best action, Draco stalked over to his prey.

"Now I can't help but wonder what the lot of you are doing at such an obviously Slytherin party." Everyone's eyes turned to him, and there were two different reactions he received. The first one was two glares, those being from Hermione and Wood. The other three being lustful stares at his attire. Oh he had forgot to put on a shirt hadn't he? How silly of him.

Harry's stare soon turned into one of anger as he looked between both him and Wood as he was obviously deciding if he should stop being such a backstabber. Very slowly he removed himself from Wood's grasp, and glared at him. "Malfoy why don't you make yourself useful and show me where I can get something to drink at."

Well he had to hand it to him, it was good. It wasn't all that subtle, but still if it got him away from the quidditch player than he was game. "Why certainly Potter, I would love to show you around our obviously superior living quarters." Okay so it was lame, but if he wanted to keep up pretences than he really couldn't argue.

Draco turned around and began to walk away. He could hear Harry following behind him, and couldn't help but smile to himself as they rounded the corner towards his room. As soon as they were around the corner his arm was grabbed, and he was spun around. He would have asked why, but he never got a chance, because he was pulled towards Harry's lips and pushed up against the wall. Hands roamed all over his torso and ended up cupping his face as Harry pulled away.

"What the hell are you doing in that?" Draco was going to answer him, or hell maybe even ask him why he cared so much, but his mouth was once again assaulted. "Do you have any idea how good you look?" He did actually know how good he looked in this outfit, but really why was Harry so angry about it? "Do you know how many people are looking at you?"

The blond grinned at that. "Are you jealous?" Harry's hands came to rest on his hips.

"Would you get the biggest inflated ego is I said yes?" Draco couldn't help but feel giddy inside, that is until something occurred to him.

"Oh so you're jealous of people just looking at me, but you think it's okay for that bastard to just have his hands all over you?" The guiltily look he was giving him was just priceless, and rather cute, but that didn't change the fact that he was still really pissed.

Harry turned Draco's head to the side and began to nip behind his ears, making Draco temporarily forget what he was supposed to be mad about. "I know it must make you mad Draco, but I don't really know what to do about it at the moment. But you can do something about my problem, you can go change into some really nice loose fitting pajamas."

He laughed at that, and turned around to kiss Harry on the nose. "Dream on babe, but if it makes you happy I will go put a shirt on." Harry smiled and leaned in to once again kiss him. He pushed the bossy brat off of him, and walked the remaining distance to his room. "You should head back, you don't want to get boyfriend worried now do you?" Okay so he couldn't help but be a little spiteful. But in all fairness he did have a reason too be.

After pulling on a red tank top, Draco headed back out to the common room. His eyebrow lifted a little when upon arriving he saw a circle of about twenty people sitting in the middle of the room. Always one to be a smart ass, the blond couldn't help but chide. "Oh come one guys aren't we a little old to be playing duck duck goose?"

Being the ever popular boy toy, he got quite a few laughs from the entire Slytherin population. Those laughs were balanced out by the glares he got from all four of the Gryffindor guests. Now he could guess why two of them were glaring, but as to why Ron and Harry were glaring he had no idea. Pansy however just licked her lips and patted the spot beside her. "We're going to play a little game Draco love. Do you want to join us?"

He hid the snicker that was threatening to escape his throat at the glare Harry gave Pansy, and thought he might as well run with it. After all the little Gryffindor brat was sitting next to his little boyfriend, practically snuggled up on his lap. "Well that all depends...what exactly would we be playing, and would it include alcohol?"

Pansy parted her legs, leaving nothing to the imagination as to what she wore under her kimono, and pulled a bottle of firewhiskey from between them. He didn't even want to know where she was hiding that, he felt that leaving that to the imagination would be the best. She jingled it in front of herself. "Of course babe, and as to the game. I'm sure you've heard of I've never?"

Of course he had heard of I've never. It was probably the quickest way to get drunk while in a group of people. Well for some people it wasn't, but for Draco he hardly ever hit a question that he hadn't done, and so pretty much every time someone asked a question he had to drink. Though he couldn't help but feel a little bad about that, because there were some things that he really didn't want Harry to know about. But that could easily be fixed, every time a question was asked that he didn't want to answer completely truthfully, he could just not drink, problem solved.

With a smile, Draco sauntered over to Pansy and plopped into the seat next to her, actually excited to play this drinking game. After all he had yet to fuck Harry while drunk. He grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey from the girl, and began to pour it into several glasses, handing out the drinks all around the circle. When they were all passed out he raised his own glass to the crowd. "Alright I might as well start the game, and just so we all get a little loosened up I'll start with an easy one. I've never been kissed." Draco took a drink from his glass, and noticed without surprise that every other person in the circle did to. This of course wasn't surprising at all. Everyone who had shown up to the party were sixth and seventh years, and even if they hadn't kissed anyone they would probably take a drink anyways, because it would truly be pathetic if they hadn't so much as kissed someone by now. He turned towards the girl. "Well let's just go around in a circle, and that would make you next."

Pansy also raised her glass, and with a sadistic smirk asked her next question. "I've never fooled around with a guy." Now that one was pretty interesting. Draco took a drink of the potent liquid, and noticed that along with all the girls Harry, Blaise, Ron, Wood, and two Slytherins by the name of Francis and Jaden also took drinks. All of the boys besides him and Blaise had blushed a little over the question. Oh yeah this was going to be fun.

The girl passed the bottle to Blaise, and Draco was actually looking forward to this. The brunette would never ask something sissy, whatever he asked would certainly cause a few gasps. "I've never been fucked before." Oh that was just mean. Now he wouldn't have had a problem with it, because he was quite proud of his sexual appetite, but Blaise said fucked, as in been the bottom. With a glare Draco took a drink.

Blaise's eyes widened, and his chin dropped to the floor. "You were bottom!" Draco couldn't help it, he blushed a little bit over the whole thing. Especially since everyone was staring at him. Blaise had effectively ruined his reputation. "Who with?" Draco glared at the brunette, but quickly darted his eyes to Harry and then back again, effectively answering his question.

"Now drop it okay." Blaise actually looked insulted, but he let it go. Yeah this was going to be great.

After ten more questions that consisted of petty prissy things, Draco was a little bit more tipsy for the wear. Just because they were prissy didn't mean he hadn't done every single one of them. His gaze shifted over to where Hermione was sitting, and wondered just what the little Gryffindor whore was going to ask. She was sort of a brainy nerd, so he wasn't too worried.

"I've never cheated on someone." Okay so it was interesting. Strangely enough this was the first question Draco didn't drink on. He had never had a relationship, and therefore could never possibly cheat on someone. But that didn't mean it didn't amuse him to no end when he watched about six people drink, and one of those people was Harry.

The room went a little silent as he raised the glass to his lips, and when he lowered it half the room was staring at him. Harry's hair fell in front of his face as his head was tilted towards the ground. "You cheated on me?" Harry's fist grabbed at his pant leg, and he seemed to be getting the nerve to look Wood in the eye.

"Oliver you don't understand...I...I" Now it was at that moment that Draco began to feel sympathy for his lover, but that didn't change the fact that this was doing everything he wanted it to do without him having to lift a finger.

Wood grabbed a folded picture from his back pocket, and threw it onto Harry's waist. "Oh don't I?" The picture had unfolded and 'Blaise' kissing Harry could once again be seen, and a lone tear fell down Harry's face. Wood raised his glass. "Well on with the game." Draco raised an eyebrow. How could he just go on like that? He sure as hell couldn't if he had just found out what he had. "Let's make interesting shall we?" Harry was staring at Wood incredulously, and Draco couldn't help it he was a little surprised too. He was about to say that he was a bigger man than he could ever be, that is until the bastard asked his question. "I've never took polyjuice to impersonate Blaise so that he could fuck with Harry's mind."

What! Draco looked out into the crowd and saw Wood smirking evilly at him, Pansy and Blaise cleverly looking the other way, and Harry staring around the room in shock. The sad part is that the fact that for some reason Wood knew this wasn't the weirdest part, the weirdest part was the fact that Draco raised the glass up to his mouth and drank.

What the fuck! He hadn't wanted to do that, he hadn't wanted to do that! Gasps were heard throughout the room, and in an almost sinister way Wood added. "Oh and did I mention that I spiked the firewhiskey with a diluted form of veritaserum, making lying during this game quite impossible."

No! No! No! No! No! How could he have been so fucking blind! He was drugged with the only possible thing that could really hurt him. Not really wanting to, but having no choice anymore, Draco raised his sorrowful gray eyes to look up at Harry, and almost trembled at what he saw.

Harry


His hands were shaking in anger as he glanced around the circle. What was he just some fucking joke? Was he just here for everyone's amusement? The sad part was that now that he saw everyone's either sorrowful or guilty faces he realized that he was probably the only one that wasn't in on the joke.

Harry first glanced to Wood. Who the hell was he anyways? He had obviously known about everything and now he was acting like a god damn Slytherin. His glare turned from Oliver towards the person he really needed to pissed at. Draco Malfoy, the fucking bane of his existence, the fucking ruination of his life, was sitting in front of him staring at him in almost fear.

"You were the one that tried to rape me? You were the one that absolutely humiliated me?" Draco bit his bottom lip.

"Harry you don't understand." He didn't want to understand, he didn't even want to know what the hell he was thinking.

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" He didn't want to hear that voice that he had grown to care about so much, that voice that he had grown to...no he wouldn't think those thoughts, whatever was there was now gone. There was only one thing left to do. "Why did you do it Malfoy? Was it all some joke to you?"

Harry pushed himself up to his feet. His fists clenched at his sides as he couldn't help but hold out a hope that the answer be no. And for that part of the matter he wasn't disappointed. "Of course not! Harry I..." Draco started to walk towards him, but at the look the Gryffindor was giving him he stopped in his tracks. "I just wanted you so bad, I would do anything for you, anything to get you."

Why did he have to say that? And why the hell did it have to be true? He knew he couldn't lie, he knew that Draco was actually telling the truth. It still hurt like hell though. "The why Draco..." Tears started to well up in his eyes, and he bit them back. "why would you do that to me?" Harry pushed his way out of the circle, not being able to stand looking at anyone anymore.

"Harry wait!" The pure need in that voice is what made him stop. He slowly turned around to see that Draco's face was etched with pain, and that his eyes were welling up with tears. "I...I love you."

The words that he so desperately been longing to hear were now nothing more than a cruel joke. That sad part was that it was true, Draco really did love him, and yet he had done it to him anyways. "I know." With one last look at Draco's tear streaked face, Harry walked through the portrait hole. Not sue about anything anymore.
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A.N- Hey I updated! Okay so this chapter Draco said I love you! How sweet was that? Granted it was during a moment where Harry absolutely despised him, but still you know...it was all...yeah. Okay now I'm mumbling. But anyways I thought that Wood just wouldn't role over and take, so I had him be all Slytheriny and spike the alcohol. Alright so tell me what you think pretty pretty please....alright laterz