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Chapter 18 Best Deceptions Part 1

~~ Harry ~~



The next morning Harry awoke nuzzled in the softness of Draco's neck. He could feel him breathing heavy, still in his dream world, and he for one had no intention of waking him from it. He sat up a bit so that he could see the peaceful blond's face, and was astonished by how innocent he looked just lying there, oblivious to the wide world around him. They had never made it any farther than the prefect's bathroom, and Harry knew that if they didn't leave soon people would be coming in to see there little spectacle. He for one didn't exactly want that to happen. The last thing he wanted was to be cramped in a small room for another two weeks, and if Silas said they suspected him because of Draco, he really didn't want to get caught half naked in the prefect bathroom with him.

Harry rolled over so that his head was propped up on his hand, better to see the blond with. He reached out, wiping a stray strand of white blond hair out of the boy's face. "You really don't know how beautiful you are do you?"

"No I do, but why don't you tell me anyways." Harry jumped at the sudden voice, and looked back to see Draco staring directly at him, now totally awake. He fought back a smile, and instead slightly punched the other on the arm.

"You brat! You could have told me you were awake." Draco smirked before pulling Harry so that he lost balance, and ended up collapsing on his chest. Making it so that their faces were inches apart.

"Oh and miss all of your admiration of my pretty sleeping form? Now Potter you never told me...just how beautiful am I?" Harry at first was caught off guard by the question, but then after remembering just rolled his eyes, and moved so that he was in a better position atop the troublesome Slytherin.

"You're such an assbag." Harry raised an eyebrow to see Draco pout at that, but then he realized he must be losing his mind, because Draco never pouted. "What could possibly be the matter with you?"

"You used my word." Draco stated it firmly, but Harry was trying his hardest to hold back a laugh. Was he actually serious?

"You...you're actually upset by that! Of all the childish...Draco do you know how ridiculous you sound?" Draco 'harrumphed' before pushing Harry off of him, so that he landed undignified on the floor.

"It is so not ridiculous...it was my saying, and well there." Harry rolled his eyes when Draco stuck out a certain finger, and instead of continuing the fight sat up, and engulfed said finger in his mouth, causing Draco to moan. His tongue slowly slid up, and caressed the finger, before pulling it out of his mouth.

"Do you still want to know how beautiful you are?" Draco smiled before reaching down, and dragging Harry back onto his lap.

"Of course...anything to boost my ego." Harry smiled before softly touching there lips together, a hand on the back of his head forced him to deepen the kiss, and reaching out with his tongue he gained entrance to the blond's mouth. Their tongues battled until neither one could breathe and were forced to pull away.

"You're more beautiful than the stars themselves. Aphrodite couldn't match your beauty." Draco at first looked enthralled, and his eyes were clouded over in what was most likely self appreciation, but at the mention of the goddess a sneer covered his face.

"You're comparing me to a girl? I'm not a girl I'll have you know...much different from one in fact." Harry couldn't believe how childish Draco was being, it was like growing a conscience turned him into a five year old.

"I don't think you're girly sweetheart, just very pretty that's all...would you rather me compare you to Helen of Troy?" Draco looked outraged at that.

"That's still a girl!" Okay so before he had indulged him, but this was just ridiculous. Harry was really starting to get annoyed by this time, and it didn't help that Draco kept making pouting faces.

"Oh Draco would you grow up! I don't think you're a fucking girl...I used them as examples because they're supposed to be the most beautiful people in the world." Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw Draco smile in what looked to be triumph. "What the hell are you smirking at, you brat?" Draco pulled Harry towards him so they were nose to nose.

"I won!" Harry raised an eyebrow; he had no idea how the blond had won this argument, or if there was anything to be won at all. Draco seemed to read Harry's confusion, because he clarified what exactly he won. "I made you mad, and you look dead sexy when you're angry." Harry smiled.

"You know if you wanted to make me angry you didn't have to go through all of that, you could have just told me you were gonna kill Ron or something." Draco looked shocked at the insinuation, but went back to smirking again.

"I said angry love, not homicidal. You're not cute when you want to kill me, you're just scary then." Harry smiled, and was just about to lean in to kiss Draco when a knock interrupted him. Draco looked livid, and Harry pitied whatever poor bastard had the bad luck to be standing outside the door.

"Whoever the fuck that is better have a good excuse why they're here, or else you'll find themselves dead, and haunting this precious bathroom for the rest of your goddamn life, or death, whichever way you look at it." Harry heard a groan from outside the door, and thought that it sounded vaguely familiar; he often heard it whenever McGonagall assigned an extra long essay.

"Ron is that you?" Draco gave him an odd look.

"Harry you're in there too...good, tell the ferret to let me in, and preferably unscathed if you would." Draco ignored Ron's statement, and instead turned to glare at Harry, who at the time was really wondering what the hell he had done wrong.

"How the fuck do you know what his moans and groans sound like? Hear them often in your daily sheet tousles do you!?" Harry's mouth dropped at that. Not only was that disgusting, but it was just, well ridiculous.

"No as a matter of fact I hear his moans and groans in Transfiguration classes." Harry was, for the second time that morning, pushed onto the cold tiled floor.

"Oh so you do it in class do you?" Harry opened his mouth to say something like 'how could we fool around in class' but then shut it just as quickly when he remembered his last classroom experience with Draco.

"Not everyone is as perverted as you Malfoy; we like to keep our orgasms outside of class." Harry made his way into a standing position, noticing that Draco was doing the same.

"I'm not the one that has orgasms in class Potter! That's you if I remember correctly." Harry opened his mouth to respond, when a disgusted voice from outside the door interrupted him.

"Oh hell please shut up, I don't want to hear where the both of you get your orgasms. I just have to bloody piss!" Harry smiled and walked over to the door, removing the locking charm, and watching a red faced Ron run to the nearest urinal, making sounds of satisfaction when he finally reached his target.

"Eww weasel that is so disgusting. I mean you could have at least waited until we left to do that." Harry shared a smile with Draco, and after Ron's pants were successfully redone he turned to glare at them with a mixture of anger and shock.

"Okay for one I was waiting outside that door for an hour! And two what the hell are the two of you doing here together anyways?" Harry didn't know what to say to this, and since he really didn't know what Silas had done while he was gone he decided to say nothing. Instead he opted to just stare guiltily at the floor. This was just one of those time when it was best to let Draco talk anyways.

"Well weasel I knew you were prude, but I didn't think I would be the one to tell you about the birds and the bees."

"That's not what I bloody mean! I know what you two were doing, but why the fuck were you doing it?" Again Harry chose to stare at the floor, not knowing what Ron knew, and not wanting to slip up and say something he would regret later.

"What, you didn't think he was gonna stay with that whore forever did you? I mean it was inevitable that he would come crawling back to me." Harry looked up and glared at that. In one sentence the blond had successfully in some way or another insulted three people without even trying.

"Okay for one don't call her a whore, and for two I did not come crawling back to you...I came back walking fully erect." Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry's advertness, and couldn't help crack a joke at the statement.

"Yeah babe you came back to me with something fully erect." Harry blushed a deep crimson, and once again took up his post of watching the floor.

"Malfoy your sexual innuendos are priceless." There was obvious sarcasm in Ron's voice, and Harry looked up to see that his ears were tinted pink. As a matter of fact he looked quite livid.

"Harry what the fuck are you doing back with this jackass? You and Parvati are so cute together, and everyone was saying how much better you're acting...Why would you want to throw it all away again to be with this prick?"

Ron and Draco were glaring daggers at each other, and Harry wouldn't be surprised if they tried to kill each other soon. A thought came to his mind at Ron's words, and he knew that Silas had taken him away from Draco (In the public's eye) and placed him with Parvati for a reason, and him going back on it all the day after he got back would probably not be the best thing to do at the time. He walked over and placed a hand on the red head's shoulder, noticing how it shook with anger.

"Don't worry Ron we're not back together, it was just a one time thing...I needed to get it out of my system." Harry heard a growl from behind him, and in his stupidity forgot about Draco's reaction, something he really shouldn't have done. After all a Malfoy reaction is quite a powerful thing.

"You little bastard cocksucking assbag...How could you even lie about something like that? You're a fucking spineless prick who in my opinion doesn't deserve me to even fuck him. You don't have to go along with everything that little fucker says Potter! Why do you think he has so much control over you now!?...Have you ever told Silas no? For fucks sake Harry he already owns you, and now you're gonna let him control your life too?"

Ron was confused, Harry was livid, and Draco looked oddly satisfied, but that didn't mean that the furry had burnt out of his eyes. Green was locked with gray in a complete battle of wills. For the life of him Harry couldn't imagine how Draco could be so stupid as to say that in front of Ron.

"Guys who's Silas?" They both whirled on the red-head, and Harry saw Draco smirk.

"Yeah Potter why don't you tell Weasley who your little friend is, or hell where you got that nifty little tattoo on your back." Harry's eyes were widened in horror, and he did the only thing that made sense to him at the time. He glared at Draco, shot Ron an apologetic look, and last but not least, ran like hell.
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Now, contrary to popular beliefs, Harry was no idiot. He knew that he had to avoid the two that he had ran away from at all costs, due to a certain blond's temper. The last thing he wanted was for there to be a scene. He knew Silas' powers, and he knew that the red-eyed boy was cold hearted enough to dispose of anyone who got in the way of his doings, even if that meant Draco himself. It was funny how when he thought back to how Draco had been terrified to be around Silas, and looked up to him in some worship status. Now though Draco couldn't even stand to utter his name, and lived his life to make the other's hell. Harry smiled to himself when he thought about how it was all because of him, though he didn't know whether the way Draco was acting around Silas was necessarily a good thing or not, but the thought was still there.

He slowly entered charms class, making his way to the first empty seat he could find, which happened to be by Seamus of all people. He looked around the room and saw that Parvati was looking at him from her desk with Lavender, and smiled, shyly waving at her. He received a face-splitting grin and a blown kiss in return for his small gesture. Which was sweet and all, really it was, but all he could think about was that Silas must really be good in bed.

"She really fancies you you know, though I can't see why. Personally I favor blondes." Harry cocked an eyebrow at Seamus, and couldn't help but give him a smirk. While giving that smirk though he had an off suspicion that if someone looked at him right now his facial features would be identical to the ones Draco normally bore. He thought back to the statement, and then remembered how Stuart had sandy blond hair.

"So I've noticed." Seamus gave a chuckle at that, and Harry wondered what in the world had possessed him to be so nice all of a sudden. After all Seamus was normally an ass.

"Yeah well the reason I brought it up is because I thought you did too." Harry shot a glare at Seamus, who didn't seem to notice and continued grinning. "I saw you in the great hall with him yesterday you know." Harry pursed his lips, really starting to get annoyed with the sandy-haired boy.

"Yeah so what? It isn't that big of a school you know, eventually we're gonna run into each other." The grin never left Seamus' face, and Harry was really starting to get pissed.

"Oh no doubt you'll run into each other, it's the running away with each other thing that's got me curious." Harry blushed at that, and racked his brain for an excuse as to why after wrapping his arms around Draco, the blond had proceeded to pull him out of the hall, and away, not to be seen for the rest of the night.


"I was...we were...we were studying." Seamus burst into fits of laughter, and Harry was aware of all the attention they were receiving. Professor Flitwick had even stopped teaching to witness the spectacle. "Seamus...Seamus stop...people are watching...Seamus get up." With great effort he managed to haul the still laughing boy up so that he collapsed in his chair, still shaking with barely suppressed mirth.

"Mr. Finnegan I know we're reviewing cheering charms, but please try to keep it down to a minimum." Harry blinked, he wasn't even paying enough attention to notice what they were doing. To bad though, he always did like cheering charms. He was caught from his thoughts when the door opened, and Ron made his way over to plop next to a worried looking Hermione. "Mr. Weasley care to explain your absence for the first 10 minutes of my class?"

Harry felt his throat go dry when Ron looked straight at him, doing his best to glare, before turning back to Flitwick with a less menacing gaze. "I'm sorry sir, I had prefect business." This seemed enough to satisfy the small professor for he nodded, and went back to his desk; Harry had a feeling that Ron's fortunate luck might have had something to do with the cheering charms.

This didn't put Harry's mind at ease though; neither did the eyes that were boring holes into his back. Ron was obviously late for class because of Draco, but what had the blond told him that could have possibly made him so angry? Surely he hadn't told him the truth.

After class Harry opened his mouth to speak to his friend, but the red-head merely glared, and pulled a confused Hermione away with him to the next class. Whatever Draco had told him obviously wasn't good. He jumped when he felt an arm snake around his, and whirled around to see Parvati's amber eyes staring at him.


"Umm hi Parvati." The girl giggled before leaning up and touching their lips together. Harry, completely shocked by this, didn't know what to do, so just stood their frozen until she pulled back looking slightly worried.

"Is everything alright Harry? You don't seem yourself." Harry couldn't help but feel that he was entirely himself, and she should've been saying that to him two weeks ago, when he was in fact 'not himself'. But since he couldn't very well tell her that, he decided just to wing it.

"Oh no I'm fine, just feeling a bit under the weather. I don't want to make you sick is all." Parvati put on a disgusted face, and to Harry's relief backed away from him.

"Oh that's terrible dear. That means we'll have to stay away from each other till after Spring Queen is decided." Harry put on a disappointed face, and on instinct put a hand under her chin.

"I'm sorry, but you know I want you to win...losing on my account would be dreadful." Parvati smiled before pecking him on the cheek, and continuing on her way. Harry had to thank whatever girl had thought to make a beauty contest this year to celebrate the beginning of spring.

It was now lunch time, and he slowly made his way to the great hall alone. He began thinking again about the beauty contest; spring was practically here, and in just a couple of months this term of Hogwarts would be over. So many things had happened this year that he really didn't know where the time had gone; it all seemed so sudden...like it had all happened in a day's time. Though that really wasn't the case.

Quickly he opened the doors to the great hall, hurrying over to the Gryffindor table to eat. He plopped into a seat next to Ginny, and was surprised to see Ron across from him, still glaring, and Hermione looking at him was worried eyes. What had Draco told him? Speaking of the blond, he glanced over to the Slytherin table, and saw that he was absent. This worried him a great deal, and he opened his mouth to speak to Ron, but the red-head seemed to read his mind for he answered first.

"He's not coming. He had business to take care of, someone to see so to speak." Harry's eyes widened in fear. If he had interpreted correctly that meant that Draco had gone to see Silas.

"Ron tell me he didn't." He leaned forward so he was right next to Ron, and in a more hushed voice added. "Tell me he didn't go to see him after telling you." Harry watched Ron's lips tighten, and his whole body seemed to tense up. Ron seemed furious, but what hurt Harry the most was the look of disappointment in his eyes.

"Don't worry Harry he didn't go to see him, in truth he didn't tell me where he was going, just said he had to see someone and left." Harry was relieved to here this, though he was still worried about where Draco could have gone to, and why the blond had told Ron anything at all. Was he really that pissed that Harry was going along with Silas' plans? He leaned back into his chair, prodding absentmindedly at his food, he really didn't have the will to eat it. An over all sense of dread filled him, and he couldn't help but feel that something really bad was about to happen.
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The feeling didn't leave him throughout the rest of the day as he numbly made his way through History of Magic, and by numbly he meant snoring peacefully. He was now headed to Herbology, and it struck him as odd. He turned to Neville who had been the only one not treating him strangely, and felt the need to voice his opinion.

"Neville why are we going to Herbology? Don't we normally have Potions?" Neville's face went a ghostly white, and his eyes widened in horror. Those widened eyes quickly fell to the floor.

"I know you didn't like him Harry, but joking about it so soon isn't right." Harry's eyes widened at that, and he felt disgusted with himself for not thinking about it sooner. Of course they wouldn't have Potions anymore, not after everyone found out that Snape was dead. A feeling of guilt rushed over him, and he looked around noticing for the first time all of the changes since last time he was here.

All of the students walked in pairs, and they were quieter and much less cheerful than they had been previously. Though Harry thought that this really wasn't that surprising, there professor had just died two weeks ago. Harry had known about it since Christmas, and his happiness faded away whenever he thought about it. Though of course he did have a reason for that. As far as every death eater knew, it was Harry himself who had murdered Snape. But then of course even though it hadn't been him to say the words, he might as well have murdered him himself. It was still all his fault.

That was three deaths now on his conscience, and he wondered how many more would be by the time this war was over. He stole a glance at Neville who was still looking at the ground, and couldn't help but think that now not even Neville would look at him normally anymore.

To his joy Draco was in the classroom standing next to Blaise and Pansy. Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and felt a wave of relief spread over him at seeing that the blond was still safe. They now had a complete two hours for Herbology to make up for no Potions, so all four houses were here.

Professor Sprout, Harry noticed, looked completely worn out. Her normal jovially appearance was now one of grief and weariness. The bags under her eyes were enough to tell anyone how the school was taking the death of Severus Snape. Harry could only imagine how the Order was taking it. Their only spy was now lying in a coffin somewhere. Now they were both grief stricken, and without out anymore inside information on what Voldemort would do next.

Harry's gaze once again traveled to Draco, and noticed how he looked paler than normal, which is saying something. Plus every once in a while his hand would do an involuntary twitch to give way to his nervousness, which to anyone who knew the boy would give them doubts to trust his normally calm composure.

Professor Sprout told them to continue doing what they were doing the week before, and since Harry had no idea what that was, opted to just do nothing and wait for someone to explain it to him. He continued watching Draco the entire time, and felt stabs of jealousy when one of the other Slytherins would touch him, or even talk to him. Shaking his head he decided that this definitely wasn't normal, and that he was spending way too much time around Draco. Speaking of the blond, he had just looked up for the first time, nodding to make it known that he knew he was there, and probably that he had been staring at him the entire time. Harry watched as Blaise whispered something in Draco's ear, and after a nod from the blond, looked up smiling.

"Oi Potter come 'ere a minute will ye." Harry was startled out of his gaze for a minute, and then reluctantly made his way over to where the Slytherins stood. Making it a point to look at the floor most of the time. Though it was true that he wasn't necessarily on the bad side of the Slytherins, he wouldn't say he was on their good side either. Most still held resentment for the period of time after Christmas break.

He looked at Draco, who for some reason was trying to avoid his eye. This only furthered his suspicions as to where the blond had gone this morning, and he frowned at him hoping he would look to see just that.

"Oh Draky look you made him all upset. Maybe you should kiss him and make it all better...I always love getting hot and bothered during class, it makes it go faster." Harry's mouth dropped at that, and he turned a shocked face to Pansy Parkinson who was just smiling at him maliciously. As normal Draco was the one who responded for him.

"Parkinson when I want your advice I'll ask for it. Now if you want to be all hot and bothered I suggest you go looking for it somewhere else...perhaps Zabini would like to be your fuck toy." Draco's voice was harsh, and there was no playfulness in it. He had meant what he said, and everyone around him realized it. Harry, rather than just stand around feeling awkward and pissed off, decided to finally speak up.

"You know I was kind of doing something, now unless any of you need anything, I think I'll be going." Draco's eyes narrowed, and a grin spread over Blaise's features.

"No of course Potter by all means go, it's not like any of us want you here." Harry, in the middle of walking back to where the rest of the Gryffindors were, stopped and spun around to face the pissed blond.

"Listen jackass I don't know what you're so bitchy about, and frankly I don't care...You don't want me around, fine I'm leaving! I'm sure I can find other people to spend my time with, why bother with a bunch of snakes." Harry spun around, which wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do, because before he knew it Draco had launched himself, and smashed Harry face first into the dirt.

Harry gasped in pain, and after lifting his head spat a mouth full of dirt. The before mentioned dirt would soon be filled with blood, because after grabbing a good hold of his raven tresses, Draco slammed his head into the ground once more. Harry, not really knowing what was happening, or why at that, did the only thing that came to his mind. He rolled over and slammed a fist into the body above him.

Now being able to actually see above him, he watched as Draco wiped the blood from his mouth, and pulled his wand on all the advancing students who were attempting to break them up. "Anybody moves and I curse you, and I promise it will hurt." That said he looked back to Harry, who was wiping away blood of his own. Harry really couldn't fathom what could have possibly provoked this attack, but he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

"What the hell is your problem Malfoy? Get a grip and put down the fucking wand!" Apparently this wasn't the right thing to say, for not only did Draco not put down the wand, but he fired a spell, destroying all the glass of the greenhouse. Harry covered his head to avoid falling glass, and noticed that everybody else had as well.

"Mr. Malfoy just put the wand down, and everything will be alright." Draco glared at the professor, before once more turning his attention to the raven-haired boy on the floor.

"I gave up my life for you, and now I owe you your death...I will come for you Potter, you can be sure of that." Harry felt all the blood drain from him, and he couldn't breathe. He watched Draco storm out of the greenhouse with Blaise right on his heel, and he felt that his world was over. He faintly heard the screams around him, and he barely noticed how Professor Sprout was screaming for Draco to come back here. He vaguely felt his heart stop beating, and Hermione's arms around him pulling him up...Draco was once again gone, and now apparently wanted him dead.
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It was now well past 10:00, and for three hours Harry had sat up in Gryffindor tower not moving. Truth be told he didn't think he could move even if he wanted to. Professor Sprout had told him to go to the hospital wing, but instead he ran to his dorm. Once there locking there door, making damn sure no one could enter. He knew eventually he had to go see Draco, but he was just working up the courage to do it before the blond got himself expelled. Threatening the life of another student was not to be taken lightly, especially in these dark times, and especially if you're the boy-who-lived. Even though he had been told Dumbledore had checked Draco, it couldn't be ruled out that the headmaster would have the blond out by dawn.

Making his mind up as to what to do, he grabbed his invisibility cloak and murder's map, heading out the door and to the Slytherin dungeons. He quietly snuck past all the students that were still in the common room, and after he was past the fat lady, began his trek down the many flights of stairs.

After about three flights he had to stop because the staircases were still moving, and his ride hadn't yet come. Sneaking a quick glance as to how far away it was, his jaw dropped open in shock. Sitting on one of the steps was Silas as he made his way towards Harry. He promptly shut his mouth, and glared at the boy who had a smug look on his face.

"Ah Harry good to see you again, come to see Draco I believe." Harry wanted to ask how he knew that, or hell even how he could see him under the cloak, but thought better of it. It was after all easier to ask why he couldn't do certain things, rather than how he could. The couldn'ts would have a shorter list.

"Yeah good to see you too, and since you seem to know so much, would you kindly tell me what the fuck happened to Draco to make him go insane like that." Silas frowned at this, and reaching out he tugged the cloak off of Harry.

"I was actually on my way to ask him the same thing. Care to join me?" Harry frowned again, before yanking the cloak from Silas' hand.

"It's not as if I have a choice now do I? So let's just get going before we get caught." The red-eyed boy smiled, and then to Harry's annoyance took his arm, leading the way to the dorm room. Every once in awhile Harry would glance over at his companion, only to notice that he had an annoyingly smug grin on his face, which only furthered his bad mood.

"Do you know something I don't?" This caused Silas to pause, and turn to face Harry. Harry shifted his weight to avoid locking eyes with the boy, but his face was grabbed, which forced him to do just that.

"Harry...I probably know a lot things you don't." Harry narrowed his eyes, before ripping his face away and continuing on towards the dungeons. Harry stepped into the Slytherin common room only to find that it was completely empty. He spun around to express his worry to Silas, who was still smiling coyly at him.

"It seems our young friend wanted the dorms to himself this evening. Why don't you slip on your cloak and go check on him." The sense of dread again filled every crevice of Harry's body. Silas knew something, and that something had to do with Draco. Silas had known all along that the dorm room would be empty. The only thought that entered his brain was that Draco was in trouble and he needed help. Throwing on his invisibility cloak, he rushed upstairs towards Draco's private room, only to stop right outside the door.

Harry's sense of hearing had always been good; he thought it was do to the fact that his sense of sight was so lousy. He once read somewhere that when one of your senses goes to hell, the other ones make up for it. That being said he stopped outside the door when he heard what sounded very much like moaning.

His heart began to beat faster, and he tried to tell himself that it wasn't what he thought, that he was just dreaming. But then he heard gasps, along with the faint sound of laughter. He racked his brain for any excuse as to why he could be hearing such noises, but could only think of one. His hand stood braced against the handle, and yet for a second he thought about just walking away. It would be like that one theory; if you don't see it it doesn't really exist. He could just walk away and pretend he never heard such sounds, pretend that it was the same between them, but he knew he couldn't. The overall sense of dread and anger pushed him to open the door, knowing already what he would find on the other side.

Whatever he may have been expecting, could not have prepared him for what he actually saw. Draco and Blaise were in the bed, rolling around in pleasure. Blaise's hands were traveling the length of the blond, who could do nothing but moan at his ministrations. Their lips twined together, and Harry noticed that Blaise was the one who was on top. Every gasp, every moan, every mewl of pleasure brought him closer and closer to losing it. The bile tasted bitter in his mouth, and all time seemed to be frozen.

This couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening. They had been fine this morning, and yet here he was in bed with another. They rolled over so that Draco held the top position, and Harry watched Blaise's hand cascade over the cursed mark on his back. He gagged when he watched Draco impale himself on Blaise. Sinking to the floor he tried to cover his eyes from it, and yet he couldn't look away. He considered this his punishment for all his wrong doings this year. That he should be made to watch this torturous experience, and have it burnt in his mind for the rest of his life. He watched as Draco cried out in ecstasy, getting filled with Blaise's seed, and he felt his heart break.
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Harry was now wrapped in a black silk comforter, eyes red and blotchy, yet no tears were coming out. He had cried all that he could, and didn't think there were any left. Now all he had was the loneliness that was continuing to eat away at his already shattered heart. He had already tried to convince himself that it hadn't been real, that it wasn't Draco tangled in those sheets, that it was all a lie, but he knew it was the truth. Draco had betrayed him. He had gone to someone else, and left Harry all alone.

Thinking back on their relationship, he never really thought it would upset him this much. He didn't even really feel like Draco had an obligation to be faithful. But then why did it hurt so badly? Nothing this year had seemed real, it all seemed to be a kind of dream that if he only tried hard enough he could wake up from.

He snuggled closer into the comforter, and was for once glad that Silas had taken him back to the Room of Requirement; he didn't think he could face anybody else right now. The idea of explaining what had made him so upset was not at all appealing, in fact it seemed damned near impossible. There was no way he could look in his friends' faces and tell them that he just caught Draco romping with someone else. Silas though, Silas already knew. He didn't ask anything from him when he came running from the blond's rooms in tears, he only held him close, and brought him back here where he had been crying for the greater part of the night.

The comforter smelled like detergent, but it was stained with the salty smell of tears, and Harry found it rather comforting to just lie there and wait for the inevitable to happen. For he might be a little slow sometimes, but he wasn't stupid. He knew exactly why Silas had brought him here, and he knew exactly what him being here entailed, but at the moment he could care less. If he could hurt Draco half as much as he had hurt him, then he would gladly welcome it.

The scent of vanilla filled his senses, and he looked up from his cocoon haven to see that Silas was lighting candles around then room to provide some more light; it was after all rather dark. Silas's face became illuminated in the fiery light. His pale skin became so transparent that Harry could see a blue vein by his temple. He really had to hand it to the boy, he was truly beautiful. Before he had always thought Silas to be something like a demon, but seeing him standing there, with the candlelight accenting his features, he looked almost like an angel. His high cheek bones were brought out by his haunting eyes, and Harry watched him run his hand through his spiky hair that seemed much to long to be held up like that.

With great difficulty Harry sat up in his web of blankets, and felt his muscles creak from the extersion. Silas, having noticed Harry sit up, spun around to give him a sympathetic smile. Harry sighed, remembering the reasons for the sympathy being dished out, and wished he could just forget. He had never been very talented with memory charms, but he was sure that even if he lost his memory in a mistake, it would be better than having to remember anything about the blond haired god that was causing him such mental anguish.

"Is there anything I can get you Harry?" Harry's eyes were heavy, and rather itchy, but he felt inclined to lift them up to look at Silas. Then an idea popped in his mind, something that would make this night easier, and easier to forget.

"Yeah you can get me something. Something alcoholic preferably." Silas smiled before bowing, and walking over to a cupboard Harry hadn't noticed before. It was a beautiful mahogany color, and when Silas opened it he thought the contents were even more beautiful. Harry hadn't bothered to check this room for a bar, but it seemed Silas had thought it right to put one in.

"So Harry what will it be, the hard stuff or bitch drinks?" Harry raised an eyebrow at the term 'bitch drink' but let it go thinking he didn't really have enough experience to know anything about what Silas was talking about. Seeing as how Harry had a face of glass, Silas seemed to pick up on that he didn't really know anything about alcohol.

Silas smirked before turning his back on Harry, apparently mixing drinks. Harry watched him poor what looked to be some kind of green alcohol, and then what looked to be an alcoholic milk, and to Harry's surprise he reached down into a mini freezer and added a small scoop of ice cream, which dissolved rather suddenly, leaving a nice emerald green shot.

Harry couldn't help but have doubts about the drink that Silas had waltzed over and placed in his hand. "So does this classify under bitch or hard?" Silas smirked again, before ruffling Harry's hair, to Harry's extreme annoyance.

"That, my dear Harry, is a little mixture of both. It has the same kick as the hard stuff, but actually tastes good." Harry once more peered into his glass, and thinking that it couldn't possibly taste all that bad, and that he really wanted to get drunk, he drank it in one gulp. The liqueur had a nice minty taste, and was rather creamy due to the ice cream. It slid easily down his throat, warming the pit of his stomach. His whole body gave a nice tingle, and he felt his cheeks already begin to flush.

"What exactly was that Silas?" The red-eyed boy smiled before grabbing the glass from Harry's hand to go refill it.

"That Harry was a muggle type drink called a grasshopper. One part crème de mint, one part crème de coco, and one teaspoon of vanilla ice cream. It's good, no?" Silas walked over, placing a refilled grasshopper in Harry's hand, and with another gulp it was once again drained.

Harry was now feeling a warmth rush to his brain, and he thought it was beginning to kick in. Though in all aspects that wouldn't be too hard, this would be the first time Harry got drunk, and he was pretty sure it wouldn't take much. Silas was sipping on a dark amberish color liquid, and Harry became fascinated with it's movements as it slid down his throat.

"What are you drinking Silas?" The boy didn't look up from his drink, but moved his eyes so that he was looking at Harry over the rim of his glass.

"Just a brandy." Harry nodded, actually knowing what that one was, and got up to refill his drink, but ended up stumbling over rather than walking. He soon felt Silas's arms around his shoulders, and without thinking he leaned back into them, before gulping down his third shot. "Maybe you should go sit down; you've had a rough day."

The words were like a knife in his heart, and he let Silas lead him back over to the bed, after he had once again refilled his glass. Without looking up he knew Silas had sat by him from the shift in weight of the bed. In a moments decision he looked up to the red eyes he already knew would be staring at him.

"Does it ever stop hurting Silas? I just want to feel something else. What's the opposite of heartache Silas?" Silas' eyes got dead serious, and he took the drained glass from Harry's hand, before taking it in his own. With a stoic face he leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear, what he thought had to be a divine revelation. Harry could feel the hot breath on his ear, and he leaned forward so that he wouldn't miss whatever was so important for him to hear.

"Tacos" Harry blinked. For a second he thought he had misheard. But then he saw Silas's shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

"Tacos?" Harry saw that Silas had to actually bite his lip to stop the laughter.

"Yes, tacos. You asked for something that was the opposite of heartache, and I can think of nothing more so than tacos." Harry's eyes widened at the absurdity of it, but then a thought struck him.

"You're making fun of me." Silas's face split into a grin, which Harry soon followed.

"Oh no I'd be much to frightened to tease the great Harry Potter." Silas burst out laughing, and Harry soon followed, but then in attempt for revenge he lunged at the red-eyed boy, tackling him on the bed. Silas obviously was going to have none of that, for he retaliated by flipping them over so that he was on top. Once there though he stopped.

Harry had by this point stopped moving as well. He was much to hypnotized by Silas's eyes to do anything else. Of course he knew what was bound to happen next, he had known since he had accepted Silas's invitation. His head was still spinning from the alcohol and recent activities, but he still knew that much. He saw Silas slowly leaning forward until their foreheads rested against each other's.

"I can take all the pain away Harry...I can make it all go away." Harry's breath hitched at the words, and he noticed how Silas's eyes were filled with unspoken desire. Though he never thought he would, he had to admit it felt good to know that that desire was for him. "Give yourself fully to me Harry, and I'll give you anything. Let me rule you, and I'll be your slave."

Harry wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the need for revenge, or him wanting for Silas's words to be real, but he knew he couldn't resist the offer. For an answer he very timidly leaned his head forward so that his lips very softly brushed against the boy on top of him. It was the fist kiss between them that he had initiated, and Silas seemed to realize that to, for he smiled in answer to the small kiss.

The small kiss quickly turned to anything but that. Silas's hand snaked into dark tresses, and pulled Harry up hard against him. It was a bruising kiss and Harry felt himself open up to the mouth above him. From just that small kiss he was quickly moaning as heat engulfed his entire body. "mmm gods that...oh god" The reason for Harry's suddenly incomprehensible speech was due to the fact that Silas was now licking and biting his way down Harry's neck. Only stopping to rip open his shirt, before continuing said trek down his chest.

When Silas bit down on a nipple, Harry actually cried out, trying desperately to get a grip on what he was doing, but he soon found he couldn't think straight. In fact he couldn't even really remember why he was there at all. He couldn't think any more about his sudden memory loss, because Silas was nuzzling him right above the rim to his pants that were becoming painfully tight.

When the ministrations stopped briefly so that Silas could discard the rest of their clothes, Harry once again began to think about how he had come to be in this position, but his mind was drawing a blank. The only thing he could see was a pale face with gray eyes and white blond hair, but he couldn't for the life of him identify who the face belonged to.

He was once again distracted with a bruising kiss, and when Silas bent to nip at his neck, he decided to give up any attempts of rational thinking. After all for the time being rationality didn't matter, all that mattered was Silas and his amazing mouth that was continuing to travel lower and lower until it reached its target.

Harry's mouth dropped open in a definitive O, and he began panting as his member was engulfed by a hot mouth. He was immensely enjoying the feel of a mouth bobbing up and down on him, and was none to happy when said mouth stopped. Harry sat up to whine at the boy, but found that he wasn't even in the bed anymore, but back over at the bar.

"Silas this is no time for a drink, get your ass over here and finish fucking me senseless like you promised!" Harry paused to think about how he didn't really remember anymore why Silas had promised to fuck him senseless, but he definitely remembered that the promise had been made. Silas smiled at his almost lover, and jangled a bottle in his hand in answer.

Harry watched the clear liquid contents slosh in the bottle, and was highly anticipating whatever the red-eyed boy had planned. With half lidded eyes Harry watched as Silas walked over, and straddle his waist, bottle still in hand. "Ever had vodka before pet?" Harry quickly shook head no, which seemed to be the answer Silas was looking for, because in answer he ground his hips into Harry's, causing the raven-haired boy to gasp in pleasure. "Well you see Harry, it has a certain quality when being in your mouth to become extremely cold, but as it goes down it leaves you with a burning sensation like just being filled." As he was saying this a warm hand slowly trailed the length of Harry's body, leaving the boy once more gasping.

Silas took a drink of the liquid, and Harry staring at the other's throat expecting his Adam apple to suddenly convulse, looked up surprised to see he hadn't swallowed. His surprise was soon turned to pleasure as Silas went back to giving him head again, vodka still in mouth. Harry was shocked by how having the results of fermented potatoes swirling around his cock could feel so good, and he was about ready to explode from its goodness when Silas once again pulled away. This time Harry didn't even try to hide his whine.

"Oh don't worry you'll get what you want soon Harry. I just wanted one last look at those gorgeous emerald eyes of yours, pity you won't be able to keep them." Something clicked in Harry's mind that this wasn't normal foreplay talk, and then for a split second he thought that it shouldn't be Silas atop him, but for the life of him he couldn't think of who should be. Again he saw blond hair combined with scowling eyes, and for some reason he thought that whoever that was, wouldn't be too happy with his current arrangement. Though this definitely wasn't the right place, and he was much too aroused to really even be considering asking a question, he decided he just had to know.

"Silas umm my head seems a little fucked up, and well do I by any chance know someone with really light blond hair?" Harry watched as a mixture of emotions went through Silas's eyes. First there was shock, quickly followed by anger, and then seemed to settle on general annoyance.

"You must really be smitten with that brat if you can still partially remember him even now, though that won't matter soon. In about five minutes you'll be mine forever." Harry didn't really get a chance to retort, because Silas claimed his mouth in a rough kiss, not that about a thousand questions weren't running through his mind at the moment. Suddenly he felt that he shouldn't be doing this, and turned his mouth from Silas's reach.

He heard a growl erupt from Silas's throat, and soon felt a hand rake behind him to cup his ass, traveling a bit higher to rub at his lower back. Harry's mind went blank again, and he turned his face to capture Silas in another kiss. The kiss continued until Harry could feel Silas at his entrance, and he gasped knowing what was coming next. His gasp was soon turned into a scream when the red-eyed boy plunged into him without warning.

Harry found himself in a mixture of screaming, gasping, and moaning as Silas pumped in and out of him. Harry heard Silas saying things and he used all of his strength, which at the time wasn't a lot, to try to comprehend what he was saying. He didn't catch most of it due to his own noises, but a few sentences were caught, such as "I'm going to miss you Harry, but I'm sure you'll be happy." or "I always knew it would be this good." And also heard considerable amounts of moans and screams of his own. Now Harry was really trying to make sense of the odd things Silas was muttering, really, but he felt his mind beginning to slip from him the closer and closer he got to ecstasy. In fact he thought he was losing his mind altogether, along with everything else. His entire body felt numb to him, and yet he could feel intense pleasure, and his thoughts kept leaving him only to be replaced by Silas's moans of his name.

He felt he could take no more, and he grabbed the back of Silas' hair for leverage, for what no doubt would prove to be a mind shattering orgasm. Soon though he would be pleading for it not to come, for as soon as it did Harry wished it had never had. He screamed, but not from pleasure, from total and utter pain. His whole body convulsed with the worst torture imaginable, as a side note he felt Silas fill him, and pull out to look at the screaming body underneath him. Harry felt a hand stroke his sweaty hair, trying to calm him.

"Shh Harry, shhh you won't feel anything soon, soon all the pain will go away just like I promised." Harry didn't think that was possible, and screamed even louder to emphasize his point. He felt a liquid start to fill his eyes, and he would have thought it was just tears if his vision wasn't starting to turn more and more black. Silas stared down as Harry's eyes as they quickly turned from a brilliant green, to a dark menacing black, in fact it almost seemed as if his pupils had just expanded covering every last inch of eyes leaving only a pool of nothingness. Silas found it beautiful, but Harry was just in pain. In fact he was in so much pain that he could feel himself losing consciousness, which he prayed for at this time...anything to take away the pain. In his last coherent thought before he blacked out he suddenly put a name to the face he had been seeing the entire night, and before slipping into oblivion muttered the only thing that came to his mind. "Draco..."
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