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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Two – Shopping, parties and letters.
Hermione, Ginny and Harry used the floo network to get to Diagon Alley. As it was the summer holidays it was always going to be busy and because of his defeat of Voldemort in May people were always going to gawp at him and of course the more people that stared and started to gossip the more likely it was that the press would get wind of the fact that he was here, something he wanted to avoid if at all possible.
This would be his first public appearance since the Great Battle of Hogwarts. Harry had expected to have a lot of attention on him but it was frustrating none the less. He didn’t exactly appreciate the crowds of witches and wizards, all clamouring to get a glimpse of him, some asking for autographs and others taking pictures. It made him feel more like a freak than ever before. He had to ensure that his hair was still covering his ears several times. He hadn’t even got up the courage to show them to his friends yet let alone the entire world.
Hermione was clearly flustered by the crowds gathering around them and soon excused herself to go to Flourish and Blotts so that she could pick up a few books on creature inheritance as she had become truly fascinated by the subject overnight and had been desperate for more information. This left Harry and Ginny alone but neither of them minded this. Ginny may have been absolutely besotted by Harry but she concealed it well and Harry thought of Ginny as a sister.
“So where do you want to go first?” She asked as she took Harry’s hand in her own. It was a familiar gesture for the both of them and meant nothing like what it should have meant even with Ginny’s feelings.
“I need clothes, an entirely new wardrobe. I’m sick of wearing Dudley’s old stuff. I want clothes that actually fit me.” Harry honestly didn’t mind the hand holding, they were friends but that was it. Whatever he had felt for her before the war was gone now, he had no romantic feelings for her at all. He did still hold her in high regard as a true and loyal friend but nothing more.
“This is going to be fun!” She said with an excited grin on her face as she dragged him towards a wizards clothing store that announced proudly that they specialised in muggle apparel, something which Harry found highly amusing.
By lunch time Harry was thrilled that Ron hadn’t joined them on their shopping spree. He had tried on so many clothes he felt like an overgrown Barbie doll. Not that he minded too much because he had found that he actually really enjoyed trying on half of it and seeing that now he wasn’t hiding beneath baggy jumpers and oversized jeans he actually didn’t look half bad. During his time at school he’d always worn his school robes and during the war he hadn’t really thought about what he looked like. This was something entirely new and different for him and he found that he liked it.
With the added bonus of his new body thanks to his mystery inheritance he could concede that the girls were right, he didn’t look too terrible. Though it had taken him a couple hours to admit defeat on this issue as he had been adamant that half of what Ginny had picked out for him to wear was never going to look right on him. However it had surprised him how wrong he had been, the youngest Weasley had an excellent sense of fashion and put him in items that he never would have even dreamed of trying.
Ginny had been practically drooling over him when Hermione re-joined them with two new books under her arm. She had paused in the doorway as she entered, having to do a double take when she saw Harry in snug grey denim trousers and a well fitted ice blue t-shirt. She had never seen him looking so amazing.
Her hesitation in the threshold of the shop had an adverse consequence that none of them had really been expecting. A sneaky photographer forcefully barged himself inside and snapped a single picture before trying to make a quick getaway out the way he came. Hermione very quickly came to her senses, withdrawing her wand and stunning him in the back before he could even leave the premises. Quickly she closed the shop door so that no one else would be able to barge in on them before the three of them looked at each other indecisively, unsure of what to do with the troublesome and most unwelcome journalist.
“Sorry Harry,” Hermione mumbled sheepishly.
“Shall we destroy the camera?” Ginny asked.
“No, take the stunning spell off, I have a better idea,” Harry said with a wicked grin. He was sick and tired of people following him around all the time, taking pictures and asking stupid and sometimes even utterly ridiculous questions. Now he was legally an adult and more well-known than ever he knew it would only get worse unless he did something about it. He was hot news, something that wasn’t going to change any time soon, however he had a choice. He could just grin and bear it or he could use it to his advantage.
Hermione was looking at him as if he had gone completely barmy but did as she had been instructed, trusting him not to do anything hugely foolish. After all they had survived the war together and a huge part of that had been based on Harry’s judgement and instinct. She couldn’t start doubting it now. She waved her wand and released the snap happy photographer from the stunning spell she had cast. Though they weren’t stupid, Ginny had her wand trained on him as well as Hermione now, Harry on the other hand was keen to play the good guy and offered him a hand up from the floor.
“Sorry about that,” He said, taking a good look at the middle aged wizard with his dark hair that was prematurely flecked with grey. “Who do you work for?” He asked kindly, not wanting to scare or intimidate the wizard when he wanted something from him but feeling better that Ginny and Hermione had not lowered their wands.
“Umm … Which Wizard,” The wizard said and as Harry focused on the middle aged man he could sense how nervous and how scared he was feeling. Harry had all the power here and he knew it, it was a thrilling feeling to have.
“I’m guessing you already know who I am, what’s your name?” Harry asked politely as the journalist eyed the two young witches with weariness. Their tale had been told many a time already, they were all war heroes, he had every reason to be fearful.
“Thomas,” He muttered as he clutched his camera tightly to his chest defensively.
“Okay Thomas, I have a proposition for you,” Harry said and this got the reporters attention. “I’m not giving anything away anything for free anymore,” He said decisively, “I have my lawyer drawing up paperwork to declare that any photographs printed of me or my friends will see those included in the publication paid for the hassle it causes. Until the paper work is drawn up however I think we can make a deal.” Of course Harry was lying about the whole lawyer thing, though he made a mental note that it was something that he should look into. He would no doubt be the richest wizard in Britain with the papers going crazy every time he stepped out the door.
“I’m listening,” Thomas said with a peeked interest.
Harry grinned with his triumph, “I want to offer you two exclusive photographs not including the one you’ve already taken and you can have a short interview with a few quotes to go with them. Everything I’ve mentioned is more than anyone else will get today and all you have to do is pay for my purchases in this store. I’ll even throw in a look at what I’m buying if that interests you.”
The reporter looked as if he was considering this for a moment but Harry could sense his excitement pulsing from him and he knew that he had him. “If one of the pictures is a shot of you topless then you’ve got yourself a deal.” Harry smirked, he didn’t have to sweeten the deal at all but it wouldn’t do any harm to make Thomas believe that he had the upper hand in the deal, after all everything that they had picked out was going to cost more than Harry could fathom, it wouldn’t hurt to give him his money’s worth.
He nodded his head, “Alright, deal,” Harry said and offered his hand out for the reporter to shake, which he did, eagerly.
It took a further two hours to get out of the clothing store. Thomas having firstly paid for the entire wardrobe of new clothes before taking the pictures he wanted and getting the short interview and quotes that he had been promised. Seeing as the total for the clothes had run over four hundred galleons Harry permitted the interview to run a little over the agreed time and also permitted a few questions that in any other situation he would have deemed too personal to be released to the press. Questions in regards to his relationship status and the two young women accompanying him on his shopping trip. He had curtly told the reporter that he wasn’t dating and had no currently plans to do so and that the two beautiful and amazing witches that were with him today were his friends, nothing more and nothing less.
Thomas had looked a little put out that he hadn’t managed to get anything juicer but he was already thinking about playing the wizarding world’s most eligible bachelor card. It was just a shame he didn’t have the balls to ask about Potter’s sexual orientation. After a peak into his shopping bags he could have gone either way on the issue. The reporter however was a rather eagle eyed chap and spotted something to make up for the lack of a juicy love life. It didn’t take much to put two and two together when he spotted the books on creature inheritance one of the witches was carrying combined with the miraculous changes in the famous boy wizard. Thomas was smirking smugly to himself as he left the store with much more than just his money’s worth.
“I can’t believe you let that guy photograph you with your shirt off!” Hermione said with heavy disapproval in her tone after Thomas had left.
“Oh it was worth it,” Harry said as they headed up towards the ice cream parlour the many bags of clothing shrunk down and in their pockets as they pointedly ignored all the staring. “I am going to need to get a wizarding lawyer though,” Harry mused too lost in his own thoughts to really notice where he was going and running right into someone, their shoulders bumping into each other rather forcefully. “Oh sorry,” Harry said as a thick, warming chestnut scent suddenly overwhelmed him, his senses in overdrive and his brain completely captivated by it.
Harry turned quickly to find the source of the delectable aroma, his eyes first landing on the shock of blonde hair, the owner of which had also turned and in that moment metallic silver eyes connected with intense emerald green. All Harry could see were those stunning mercury orbs, nothing else mattered. It took all of his self-control not to throw himself at the gorgeous Slytherin and begin ravishing him right there in the street. There was something about that rich, warm scent that overpowered him, triggering a reaction in his brain that made him want nothing more than to shove his tongue down Draco Malfoy’s throat. The scent itself made him feel safe and all his instincts were telling him to let himself drown in that wondrous smell, to cover himself in it until there was no doubt who he belonged to. It was a thought that had caught Harry completely off guard as he had never thought about Draco Malfoy in that way before.
“Harry, what are you doing?” Ginny asked, looking between Harry and Draco with trepidation, fearing that they were about to draw their wands and start duelling in the middle of a crowded street at any minute. Narcissa Malfoy was desperately trying to drag her son away from the intense gaze he had aimed on Harry.
“Nothing,” Harry responded as Hermione and Ginny both began pulling him away from Draco. As they were parted Harry couldn’t help but cast a glance back over his shoulder at the two Malfoy’s and he saw that neither of them had moved and were exchanging a rather rushed and somewhat heated conversation between them. Narcissa looked suddenly startled, looking over at Harry in shock and the Gryffindor would have given anything to know what had been said to cause the witch to look at him in such a way.
Unable to watch them any longer he turned to focus on where his friends were taking him. He rather quickly realised that he was being forced into a seat just outside of the ice cream parlour where Ginny went to order their favourites. Hermione was looking at Harry as if he was completely off his rocker and he couldn’t blame her after what had just happened.
“I thought you two had cleared the air?” Hermione asked disapprovingly as Ginny returned with their ice creams. “I saw the two of you shake hands after the battle and you returned his wand. How is it possible that the two of you are fighting again, you haven’t seen each other since the beginning of May let alone spoken to one another?”
“I wasn’t going to fight him Mione,” Harry said feeling a little embarrassed over what he had actually been experiencing in that moment when his and Draco’s eyes had met. The feeling of safety, security, warmth and adoration had embraced him with that smell. “He smelt nice.”
“Excuse me?” Ginny asked in shock, “Did you just say that he smelt nice?”
“Are you trying to tell us that you’re attracted to him?” Hermione asked carefully, ensuring to keep her voice low so that they would not be overheard by any passers-by.
“No, I don’t know, I don’t think so … it was just the scent he gave off, it seemed to … I don’t know, trigger something in me I guess. You don’t think that he could be like me do you?” Harry asked, the memory of that scent lingered in his mind, completely obsessing him.
“The odds of that are astronomical Harry, so few witches and wizards have the active gene let alone the creature blood in their family line. It usually just lays dormant in the family from what I’ve read so far. Even if he had the creature blood then whatever happened to him during the war had to be stressful enough to activate the gene to cause the inheritance. It’s highly unlikely.”
“We don’t know what happened to him Mione, he had Voldemort and Bellatrix living in his house with him for Merlin knows how long. I think it’s entirely possible that he had enough stress last year to activate the gene,” Harry said, wondering why he was so keen to jump to Draco’s defence all of a sudden. “Every one of us went through so much pain, all the death and the fear. We all came close to dying. Who knows what effect that had on all of us?”
“I suppose it’s possible but we can’t know for certain. I know this might seem like a really personal question but what did he smell like to you? I just want to know so that I can try and narrow down what you are,” Hermione said quietly. This was partly true but also she was curious as she hadn’t smelt anything extraordinary.
“Chestnuts, he smelt like chestnuts, they were warm and rich and it was almost comforting to me, it was weird … like it was drawing me to him,” Harry said, a dreamy look coming across his face as he recalled it to his two friends. Both the girls looked at each other sceptically, knowing that Harry wasn’t fooling anyone when he said he hadn’t been attracted to him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked them, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.
“Whatever creature you are it recognized something in Malfoy, as in a good partner,” Ginny said trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Why couldn’t it have been her that Harry recognized as a potential partner? Why did it have to be Malfoy of all people? After all they had been through and how much she loved him it just wasn’t fair.
“Partner? What do you mean by that exactly?” Harry asked, hoping that it didn’t mean what he thought it might mean but fearing that he wasn’t going to relish hearing the answer.
“A partner as in being together, it must have recognized a strong level of compatibility in Malfoy,” Hermione said as she finished off her ice cream. “All creatures have the urge to find a mate, it’s what unites them as magical creatures.”
“A mate?” Harry asked feeling completely confused by it all. The thought of mating with anyone, being together with anyone had been the furthest thing from his mind. He was young, he wanted to enjoy life now that he didn’t have a raving lunatic trying to kill him all the time. Being a couple with anyone was not what Harry had had in mind.
“Yes, a partner, a lover, someone to be with, whatever you are Harry it recognized Malfoy as being compatible to you and I suppose that for him to have reacted the way he did to you as well must mean that he’s the same creature as you I guess. The look the two of you were giving each other was intense,” The intelligent witch said.
“Mione, please find out what I am as soon as you can, I need to know. I can’t deal with Draco again and feeling like that if I don’t know what the hell I am or what’s going on.” Harry said and neither of the two witches missed the fact that he had called him Draco rather than Malfoy.
Back at the Burrow Harry went straight up to his room, dumping his shrunken bags out of his pocket and out unceremoniously on to the bed before collapsing there himself with exhaustion, his mind still obsessing over the rich chestnut aroma. A knock at his bedroom door brought him swiftly back to reality, no matter how much he would have liked to stay in his dream world where all he thought of was that handsome, blonde haired Slytherin, he couldn’t ignore the world and especially not when it was his birthday party this evening.
“Come in,” He called, sitting up and kicking off his shoes. They had been gone for almost the entire day and it was now just after four. They still had to eat dinner before the guests for the party arrived in just under two hours.
Molly bustled into his room, a letter in hand. “This came for you while you were out dear,” She said handing it over. The letter clearly had the Hogwarts seal to the rear and his heart leapt at news of his beloved castle.
“Thank you,” Harry said, curious to see what Headmistress McGonagall could want from him but reframing from opening it while Molly still hovered over him, looking a little concerned.
“How are you feeling dear?” She asked him unwelcomingly trying to assess his mental and emotional state by sweeping her eyes over him as if she would be able to crack his calm façade with a simple look.
“Fine,” Harry lied smoothly, he wasn’t fine, not really, he was confused and he couldn’t stop thinking about that damned smell and running his fingers through white blonde hair. He was the furthest thing from fine that he could possibly be but how did he put that into words that his surrogate mother would understand?
“Well, dinner is at five and then you get ready for your party,” She said, her concern that had been washing over him now turning into awkwardness and Harry couldn’t help but sigh in defeat.
“Thank you Molly, for everything,” He said gratefully to her, meaning every word. She smiled at him fondly, giving him a kiss to the temple before leaving him alone. Curiosity overwhelming him Harry took the letter and opened it eagerly, scanning the contents in excitement.
Dear Mr Potter

Due to the circumstances surrounding your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry you and the rest of the students who were unable to take their N.E.W.T’s due to these extraordinary circumstances are being invited to return as honorary eighth year students so that you may sit your exams. Please find attached the list of school supplies you will need should you take up the offer. I await your owl no later than the 15th August to accept or decline your place.

Sincerely, Headmistress McGonagall
Harry had to read and then re-read the letter over and over in his head several times before it sunk in. He was being invited back to Hogwarts to sit his N.E.W.T’s. He found that he actually wanted to go too. He had already finished reading all of the required texts. He would also enjoy having a quiet, non-eventful school year, something which hadn’t happened to date. If no one tried to kill him this year he might actually get fairly decent grades too.
The added bonus was that he knew that Hermione would want to go back to school to take her exams as well. She would probably be just as if not more excited than Harry at the prospect of it. He also knew that because he and Hermione were going Ron would come as well even if he didn’t want to, not wanting to be left behind. Now that Hermione was finally his girlfriend he would follow her anywhere, even back to Hogwarts.
Receiving the letter had relieved the heavy feeling in his heart, one of uncertainty and dread. He had had no idea of what he had wanted to do next year, no clue where he would be. He hadn’t actually believed that he would survive the war and that had been okay with him but now he had he was feeling a little lost. In all his bravado in youth he had wanted to be an Auror but he wasn’t so sure anymore. He had had enough of battling Dark Wizards to last a life time but it was certainly one of the options to consider. He was just glad he didn’t have to consider them just yet. Going back to Hogwarts and sitting his N.E.W.T’s seemed like the best thing for him to do while he was deciding what path he wanted his life to take now he had no destiny and no ultimate purpose.
HPDM
“I could smell it on him mother, when he knocked into me, he had a sweet floral scent, with undertones of vanilla, it was like being in Honeydukes. It’s all I could do not to claim him there and then. If you hadn’t had hold of me and his friends hadn’t dragged him away then I probably would have done,” Draco said to his mother who was sat in a high backed brown leather armchair, gazing into the fire thoughtfully while her only child paced before her restlessly.
After Lucius had been sent to Azkaban they had closed off most of Malfoy manor, using only one sitting room, their bedrooms and other rooms of necessity such as the kitchen and bathrooms. It was a ridiculously huge house for just the two of them. A lot of the rooms held such bad memories that Narcissa doubted she would remain here once Draco returned to Hogwarts. She was thrilled when he had received his invitation to return. She was considering visiting France, it had been so long since she had seen the family vineyards and she could do with a holiday.
“Draco Abraxus Malfoy, you cannot seriously be considering this,” Narcissa said sternly, “He is Harry Potter after all, a half-blood, your father would never approve of the two of you together and for that matter I am not sure that I do either.”
“You know as well as I that his magic is strong. He is a decedent of Godric Gryffindor, he would not have received his inheritance at all if he wasn’t worthy of it. Just think about everything that he’s done and he’s only eighteen,” Draco said, still pacing, unable to keep still. “Besides, father is in Azkaban, he can disapprove all he likes from in there. I just can’t get my head around the fact that Harry bloody Potter is a submissive elven!”
“Language Draco!” Narcissa snapped, appalled that her child would stoop to using profanities, a practise that she considered highly undignified. “I will not have you speaking in such a way when you are in my presence and if you know what’s good for you then you would reframe when not in my company as well.”
“Sorry mother, I just wasn’t expecting this. Every fibre of my being is screaming at me to find him, claim him as my own before someone else does.”
“Then go my dear little dragon, claim him but be sure before you do that you know what you are doing. Submissive or not Harry Potter will not be easy to tame. He defeated the Dark Lord, instincts like that will make him a feisty mate, one not easily dominated,” Narcissa warned, “When did he come into his inheritance, do you know when his birthday was?”
Draco thought about this for a moment. It pained him that he didn’t just instantly know the answer. He should have known. Racking his brain he tried to remember seeing Harry with gifts at school but could never recall him having any. The he remembered an article he had read months ago and realisation dawned on him. “I think that his birthday is today,” He said in disbelief, “He would have come into his inheritance last night.”
“My, my,” Narcissa said impressed, “He is strong if he was in Diagon Alley today, to be up and about so quickly after coming into creature inheritance is astounding. It took you two days just to get out of bed.” Draco scowled at his mother in distaste and she shot him a scathing look but said nothing of it.
“He will be a worthy mate mother, I am certain of that. Will you give me your blessing? I would not make advances on him with the aim of him becoming my mate until you give me your approval,” Draco said, looking at his mother imploringly. He knew that she would not deny him this as she could not truly deny him anything.
“Very well dear one, you have my blessing to seek out Potter as your mate if it is him that you desire,” She said with a fond and indulgent smile to her only child. Draco smiled at her and did something that rarely happened in the Malfoy household, he hugged her. For a fraction of a second she was shocked but quickly relaxed, smiling at the embrace, returning it, holding her son in her arms, thankful that he had survived the war and that he was still here with her when her husband had been locked up in Azkaban.
Even though she knew that he would be going back to Hogwarts come September and that was the right place for him to be she was happy that he was here now. Narcissa had always been so proud of her boy from the moment he had been born. She had held him in her arms and knew that he was perfection. It made her heart swell with pride that he would suffer going back to that school after everything that had happened just to earn his qualifications. Nothing could alter her opinion of her perfect son, even if he did want to take Harry Potter as his mate.
HPDM
The party to celebrate Harry Potter’s eighteenth birthday was in full swing. The adults that had been invited having long since departed or gone to bed to allow the younger generation to just have fun, which was something they deserved. However that had been when the Vodka and the Fire Whiskey had appeared thanks to of Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas.
Molly had erected the marque in their back garden and encompassed it in a silencing bubble so that the teenagers could celebrate as loud and as rowdily as they liked without disturbing anyone else. The music was blaring and the alcohol flowed a little too freely. There was no one who wasn’t having fun this evening. Even Harry had got into the swing of things after a couple of shots of the rather potent fire whiskey and a rather overzealous competition between the Gryffindor boys about who could down the most mead in one go without falling over. As a result of this game poor Neville had passed out under one of the tables and was snoring softly.
Seamus however had not passed out, instead he had reached the level of slightly delusional and intensely hyper drunk where he was paranoid that everybody was after his lucky charms. Every time he said it Harry and Ron would break down into hysterical giggles. Hermione, Luna and Ginny were all whispering and giggling at the boys antics loving how drunk and silly they were getting. Dean Thomas had turned into a rather flirtatious beast and had been trying to get Ginny’s attention all evening however she had wisely paid him no mind, content to simply watch with others and laugh at them.
It was perhaps a little foolish of the adults to have abandoned their children, allowing them to indulge in their antics but they had trusted them not to go overboard and figured that they all deserved a little fun after everything they had been through. This was possibly not the wisest of moves when at three o’clock that morning the seven that remained standing all sat in a circle in the centre of the marque, an empty bottle laying on its side between them.
No one knew whose idea it had been but Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Luna, Hermione and Ginny were all about to embark on a game of truth, dare or snog. Even though the origin of the idea was seemingly untraceable no one seemed to be complaining, all of them too drunk to think too seriously about anything. They didn’t even seem to care that even with Neville still snoring under the table the number of boys outweighed that of the girls.
If they had stopped to think then they might not have played at all. With Dean crushing on Ginny, Ron dating Hermione, Ginny completely besotted with Harry who was sexually confused and couldn’t stop thinking about a certain blonde wizard. Seamus was openly bisexual and would shag anything human and alive. Luna was as usual completely clueless and her boyfriend, who would usually have clued her into what was going on was currently unconscious under a table after drinking his own weight in mead.
“Let’s just start,” Seamus said after the rules, or lack thereof had been explained to everyone. His accent was coming through thick and heavy with his level of intoxication.
“Me first!” Ginny declared, reaching forward and spinning the bottle. It landed on Ron who groaned. “Truth or dare Ron because there is no way I’m snogging my own brother!” She said as everyone laughed.
“Dare,” Ron declared bravely, though a lot of it was false bravado.
Ginny grinned at her brother evilly, “I dare you to go outside and run around pretending that you’re Tarzan for five minutes.”
The entire group of them ran out after Ron as he went to complete his dare, careful even drunk not to set foot outside of the silencing charms. Even intoxicated he was fearful of the wrath of his mother. Everyone was in fits of hysterical laughter as Ron ran around like a maniac escaped from an asylum, screaming at the top of his lungs and banging his fists against his chest.
Once they were all settled back in their circle again it was Ron’s turn to spin the bottle. This time it landed on Harry. “Truth, dare or snog?” He asked his best friend, his eyes glittering dangerously.
“Truth,” Harry declared not liking the look of malicious intent in Ron’s eyes.
“Amongst all the people in this room, including sleeping beauty under the table, who would you most like to date?” He asked and Harry groaned at the question, looking between all of his friends, even casting an apprehensive glance over to the snoring Neville.
“I think it has to be a toss-up between Seamus and Ginny,” He said with a saucy wink to each of them. Those that hadn’t been chosen all gave off mock indignation making Harry laugh, Ginny blushed scarlet and Seamus simply returned the suggestive wink, waggling his eyebrows seductively. Still laughing, Harry leaned forward and span the bottle, which landed on Seamus. “Truth, dare or snog?” Harry asked licking his lips alluringly at the Irish wizard, something that made the three girls giggle hysterically.
“Oh after your truth I’d have to say definitely snog!” The Irishman declared, coming forward into his hands and knees towards Harry, who did the same. They met in the centre of the circle, lips first and then tongues as the others all let out a series of cheers and cat calls.
The two of them parted both with silly grins on their faces as Seamus took his turn to spin the bottle, which landed on Luna. “Truth, dare or snog?” He asked her, his mind still spinning with the kiss, Harry had one hell of a talented tongue.
Tentatively Luna cast a wary eye over her shoulder to her sleeping boyfriend before shrugging, deciding that what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, “Truth please,” She said.
Seamus considered this for a moment, “Is Neville any good in bed?” He asked and instantly Luna had a bright red blush covering her pale cheeks.
“I don’t know, we’re never done it,” She replied sheepishly. The others laughed and clapped, encouraging Luna to take her turn. The bottle landed on Dean. “Truth, dare or snog?” She asked dreamily, hoping that her admission wouldn’t embarrass Neville too much come the following day.
“I’m going to have to go with dare,” Dean said confidently, truly believing that he had nothing to fear from Luna, rubbing his hands together, preparing for whatever she could throw at him.
“I dare you to …” Luna began as Ginny leant over to her and whispered in her ear, Dean paled considerably, he hadn’t expected for the youngest Weasley to have an influence in this but he couldn’t back out now. Whatever had been said between the two females had initiated wicked smirks from both of them. “Give us all a strip tease, down to your underwear,” Luna said and everybody roared with laughter.
Inspired Hermione waved her wand at the stereo system as Dean stood up without batting an eyelash. Only Harry, Seamus and Hermione really got the joke as the full monty theme began to play as Dean began putting on a show for them, removing every article of clothing he had except his boxer shorts with slow, deliberate movements, though he was far too drunk to do it eloquently.
Once clad in nothing but his tight blue cotton boxer shorts he took his seat in the circle completely unabashed by his lack of clothing he span the bottle which landed on Ginny. “Truth, dare or snog?” He asked her, praying that she chose snog, his eyes glinting with arousal.
The game continued in this manor until each and every one of them had made a complete fool of themselves with some ridiculous dare, nearly all of them had stripped off at least half of their clothing and had divulged too many truths for them to remember all the juicy information they’d learnt about their friends over the course of the night. A lot of kissing had also gone on between them too which seemed to completely wash over them.
Molly and Arthur were horrified when they came down at seven the next morning to find them all still in the marquee outside in the garden rather than in their beds. The teenagers had all been in varying states of undress and most of them still drunk to boot. She had not been impressed with the mess they had left behind, nor the several empty bottles of vodka and fire whiskey that she uncovered as she sent them all up to their beds to sleep it off.
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