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One Chance	By : Addy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One Chance

by WretchedScar

� April 22, 2004

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of its entities are the property of J.K. Rowling. No infringement intended.
Genre: HP/DM; M/M; Lemon; Issues of Non-Con; Light BDSM; Angst & Eventual Romance. If you have any doubts about any of these things then for goodness sake - go find some fluff (nothing against fluff, I love fluff - but right now, it just isn't 100% here)! Thanks!

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It was 11:35 PM and Draco Malfoy sat on the black leather sofa that was situated in the middle of the Slytherin common room wearing a rather disagreeable frown.
Blaise glanced over to his blonde haired friend and sighed. He really didn�t have a clue what was going on with the other boy � Draco usually lived to be the focus of attention at these gatherings � but there he sat, basically, well sulking! Walking back over (for the third time) he sat down next to his fellow Slytherin.
�Would you just give itest,est,� Blaise stated quietly, taking a swig of his fire whiskey.
�Fuck off,� Draco muttered, crossing his arms.
�What the hell is wrong with you,� Blaise glared. �We spent the better part of this month planning and looking forward to this event and here you sit like someone killed your owl! How is that even possible?! We have music and booze and drugs, we have Pansy and Millicent over there so drunk they�re snogging � two girls kissing � I mean come on � it�s a guy�s dream, we have handsome Anthony over there who would, quite frankly, just like to fuck your brains out, not to mention the several other orgies that erupting all over the place and � and - ! Blaise paused as the whole environment seemed to quiet down. �What�s going . . . on . . .� he trailed off, his gaze going towards the front entrance where everyone else was focused. There, standing by himself looking thoroughly akward but as hot as ever was . . .
�Harry Potter,� Malfoy stated with a smirk, thoroughly pleased.
�Oh holy fuck,� Zabini gaped.
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Harry stood in the entryway to Slytherin, looking around for his supposed host and trying to calm his nerves. He was in snake territory and although he had felt brave enough to set foot in at first, he wanted nothing more than to turn his back on an uncertain evening and run back toward Gryffindor tower.
As if sensing Harry�s thoughts of fleeing, Draco Malfoy stood, as elegantly as ever, from the sofa he had been reigning from and moved forward, amidst dead silence toward his supposed rival standing at the door.
Harry watched Malfoy with unease, as if he might strike at any moment, and swallowed offering a small smile and a shrug as if to say, taa daa here I am.
Malfoy held out his hand, waiting for the other boy to shake.
Harry was reluctant at first to touch Malfoy�s hand. It reminded him all too clearly of the first moment they had set up their rivalry.
�A truce then,� Malfoy stated calmly, but loudly enough for everyone in the common room to hear. �At least for one night.�
Harry nodded and reached out, firmly grasping the other boy�s hand and shook it. He was surprised to feel that Malfoy�s touch was gentle, soft and incredibly warm.
It was as if that was all that was needed for the celebration to resume. The noise level screeched back onward and music pounded and pumped and echoed throughout the green and silver decorated walls.
�Come on then, scarhead,� Malfoy drawled and led him deeper into the party, dragging him over towards the black sofa. He tugged a speechless and nervous Harry Potter down to sit with him.
Harry let out a little �oof� as he was tugged down to sit on the solid yet comfortable black, leather sofa. He felt a blush spread across his cheeks at the thought of sitting so close to the Slytherin House�s current ruler.
�Don�t worry,� Draco leaned in, whispering so close to Harry�s ear that his breath caressed his skin, �I�ll take care of you tonight.�
�You will?� Harry raised an �I�m-not-so-sure-of-that� eyebrow and stared into gray, cool and calculating eyes.
Draco snorted. �Yes.�
�So, ahem, Draco,� Blaise drew attention to himself. �Guess I don�t need to ask who you invited.�
�Problem with that?� Draco asked, leaning forward to glare at his best friend.
�Like you�d leave any room for argument,� Blaise smirked and pointed out.
�Er, maybe I should go,� Harry started to rise but was pulled back down by Malfoy.
�You�ll stay, Potter,� Draco stated firmly.
�He�s a great host isn�t he,� Blaise chuckled at Harry.
Harry was shocked, a Slytherin who smiled � at him! Weird. �You could say that,� Harry started to relax and joked back.
�Here,� Blaise reached into one of numerous (and surprisingly enough) muggle coolers that were scattered here and there throughout the room and handed him a bottle of butterbeer. �Can you handle your drink?�
Harry jerked the bottle out of Blaise�s hand and glared, �Of course I can. I can handle a lot of things.�
Draco snorted, �Sure, Potter. Like you�ve had a firewhiskey a day in your life. Blaise � limit the boy to three of these will you and then put a cap on his drinking habits.�
�Bossy bastard,� Harry muttered and took a large gulp of the drink. He swallowed and then winced as he felt a strong, calm and rather foreceful hand grasp his wrist, the one holding the drink.
�I told you . . .� Draco started.
Harry stared, not knowing where this was going. Hell there was only so much he knew about Draco Malfoy � what had he gotten himself into. �Told me what . . .� Harry prompted quietly.
Draco let go of Harry�s wrist, stood up with a sigh and then turned and stalked off. Harry was sure that he had heard Draco say �that I�d take care of you� ever so quietly before leaving but he wasn�t definite. He shivered not knowing on what level those words could be interpreted to.
�Don�t mind him,� Blaise smiled and moved to sit by Harry, he just likes to be in control of things, and with that he handed Harry a rather delicious looking firewhiskey. �Don�t tell,� Blaise smirked and then moved off to socialize as well.
Harry chuckled and then felt himself become a little bit anxious. He was now sitting on the sofa, by himself wondering what to do next. He took a sip of the firewhiskey and wanted to die of embarrassment when he was caught by a fit of coughing due to its liquid strength.
�Strong stuff, that,� said a silky sweet voice that was soon accompanied by a body leaning over the back of the sofa, to snuggle up to him.
�Um, er, right, hi,� Harry offered rather weakly at the sudden surprise of having a visitor and one who didn�t obviously know the rule of body space on first encounters.
�Um, er, right, hi to you too,� Pansy gave him a sexy mysterious look. �Harry Potter,� she stated, moving around from the back of the sofa to sit down by him, �at a Slytherin party. God I must be fucking hallucinating from that little potion concoction we mixed up earlier but never you mind,� she giggled and put her arm around Harry�s shoulders. �You know you and I have never gotten past the insults,� she pointed out.
Harry blushed and tried to scoot a le fue further away from the girl who sat cuddled up to him on the sofa. He started looking desperately around for an escape.
As if sensing his nervousness, Pansy leaned in towards him, pushing her breasts against his chest, her lips ever so close to his, �Relax, Potter, I�m not going to,� she handed him another fresh drink, �spank you.�
Harry gulped and then gulped down the next bit of drink he had been given, coughing all over again. He felt the world spin around him. �Thanks,� he wheezed. �Er, but you know � getting late � need to ��
�-dance,� Pansy suggested and dragged him up. �Come on Potter, this is a party and a Slytherin one at that. First we drink, then we dance, then we drink and then we get laid,� she giggled.
�I�m up for dancing and drinking,� Harry tugged on his arm, trying to slow down the process of being dragged out into the pit of bodies that were dancing to the beat. �But you know I think that�s all. I have potions in the morning,� his mouth stuttered out and his brain thought �poor, pathetic idiot.�
�Oh you are too cute,� Pansy smiled and pushed herself up to dance with him. Harry felt awkward at first, not knowing where to go, what to do or how to get his body to relax enough to move in such a way that wouldn�t embarrass him on the dance floor. But Pansy, being well the experienced Parkinson when it came to both men and women, wrapped her arms around his waist and guided him to and fro in a rather graceful and stylish manner.
Harry felt his body moving to the beat along with everyone else, felt the sound of the base pound against the rhythm of his heart and felt the alcohol burn through the blood in his veins; he relaxed into the moment and smiled, starting to dance more freely with Pansy � then someone else � then � then . . . . it went on, and on, the dancing and the drinking . . . the touching and the flirting . . .
Harry plopped back down on his �home-base� black sofa with Pansy (drunk she was herself) and Blaise Zabini who was a bit tipsy as well and laughed non-stop. He didn�t feel happy, he just felt as if he couldn�t stop. It was as though he had found a release � finally.
He felt his hand closing around another bottle of butterbeer (which was a nice change from the stronger stuff he had been ingesting all night long) and took a hearty gulp. After that first, long swallow of his latest beverage he felt his stomach lunge and knew that there was suddenly a problem. �All of a sudden, I don�t feel so good . . .� he stated quietly but no one seemed to hear him. He was aware that
Blaise and Pansy were whispering over his lap to one another and laughing, looking his way. �Not so good . . .� he stated again and tried to stand but tumbled back down into Blaise and Pansy�s waiting arms. He wasn�t laughing any more.
�Easy there handsome,� Pansy stated quietly.
�Where�s Malfoy,� Harry closed his eyes, grimacing, feeling like he was going to pass out. Wasn�t Malfoy supposed to be there for him?
�Your host? He�s coming,� Blaise whispered and smiled.
�Need . . . to go . . .back to . . . to . . .� Harry squeezed his eyes shut and wished he could just suddenly appear back safe and sound in the strong embrace of Gryffindor�s tower.
�Don�t you worry,� he heard Blaise say with a snigger. �We�ll get you where you need to be.� And before Harry could protest further he felt himself being lifted up by under the arms and moved forward slightly. He felt his legs move forward of their own accord and then he felt them drag. His mind couldn�t function and so his limbs and thoughts had abandoned him to the mercy of others. Slowly all sense of awareness, of feeling drifted away and darkness a dru drunken unconsciousness (his first ever) overwhelmed him.
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Draco Malfoy was anything but happy. He had tried to distance himself from Harry Potter all night long. He didn�t want to be desperate, he didn�t want the other Slytherins to know too much (not yet) and he also didn�t want to make Potter feel, well, uncomfortable or harassed and nervous. There was a purpose to this � oh yes � but for once in his life, Draco Malfoy was trying, as best he could, to practice self-restraint.
Self-restraint sucked. It majorly sucked. And so he had focused on the party, on the music, the conversations, the people (everyone but Harry) and the dancing and . . . . oh it had infuriated and frustrated him to see Harry Potter up and dancing, melding his body to Pansy�s to Blaise�s to everyone elses . . . but, oh no, �self-restraint� was his motto. He had had nothing to drink so far so he couldn�t blame anyone or anything but himself.
He tried to focus on what Deliah Fergusson was saying to him but he had noted that something around him had changed � something was definitely � missing . . .
�Potter.� Malfoy interrupted the girl.
�What?� Deliah asked.
�Where�s Potter,� he moved past her looking around. He shoved his way through the dance-floor area, moving towards where the sofa sat � empty. Turning around quickly as if to retrace his steps and find what he had been looking for he slammed full-force into Blaise.
�Where. Is. He.� Draco ground out.
�Woah, easy there Drac,� Blaise laughed, using the nic-name that the other boy hated. �I have a surprise for you.�
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