Some Dangerous Liaisons

Passing the Dutchie…on the left hand side

It was a beautiful summer Saturday night when Draco Apparated to the neighborhood where the house party was located. He quickly inspected his hair and clothes, even though he knew he was the picture of perfection. He was looking good tonight and he was looking forward to having some fun. He had traveled most of the summer with his mother, and he was now glad to be free of her smothering presence.

He impatiently looked at his watch and huffed irritably. A loud crack announced the arrival of Blaise Zabini.

“Took you long enough.”

Blaise smirked, looking every bit like Draco when he did that. “I had to leave yet another broken heart behind. You know how it is.” He gave a wicked grin. Blaise wore a pair of black slacks and a white collared shirt. His golden brown dread locks were swept back into a pony tail.

Draco found a kindred spirit in Blaise. Zabini was also wealthy, good looking and had impeccable fashion sense. He had a real friendship with Blaise, as much as he could be a friend to anyone. Vincent and Greg were still dunderheads, who acted like children and could barely match their shirts with pants. The sycophants were for brute force only.

Draco and Blaise sauntered down the sidewalk

The door was answered by a pretty green haired witch, who beamed radiant smiles at the two men.

“Hello, the name’s Lydia. Welcome.” She gestured them into the foyer. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her skirt was shockingly short. It barely covered the crack of her rounded buttocks. Draco guessed it had to be held on by magic.

“What are your names and how did you get invited?”

“I’m Draco and this is Blaise. We were invited by Millicent.” This was partly true. Pansy had actually told him about the party. She wasn’t able to come because she was on holiday with her parents.

The witch nodded and ushered them to a side table with a piece of parchment and writing quill.

“You are to sign these waivers. Nothing that happens here is to leave this house.” She handed them the quill.

Draco and Blaise exchanged looks. What kind of party was this going to be?

“Uhhh…what kind of party is this”, asked Blaise, trying not to show his inexperience.

“An adult one”, was the response. “If you have to ask, then perhaps you may need to find something else to do this evening”. She pulled the quill back from them, eyeing them suspiciously.

At that moment the front door opened again. Fadien walked through the door with Nicos in tow. Behind them came a raven-haired wizard, wearing neat black slacks and a dark green button down shirt. The green in the shirt brought out the amazing emerald green eyes, which came to rest on the silver grey eyes of the blonde Slytherin.

Draco was rendered speechless. He would have been less surprised if his own father had walked through the doors with a Dementor as his date. He wasn’t sure what was more shocking, how the Gryffindork looked, the fact that he was here or that seeing Harry had unnerved him.

The Boy Wonder looked like he had gained at least twenty pounds of muscle, along with a nice crisp tan. Draco had never really seen the boy’s eyes, but now they gave him a smoldering gaze. His black tousled hair was still tousled, but it had perfection to it, almost like it was done on purpose. With an effort he closed his mouth. He could see that Zabini was having the same reaction. Both teens had been staring at Potter with open mouthed astonishment.

“ Lydia, babe, now the party can start,” Fadien was saying.

Draco was brought out of his reverie.

“Meet my boy, Harry!” Fadien said loudly. He was clearly drunk.

Harry extended his hand politely to the witch and gave her a smile.

“Harry, help yourself to whatever you want. And I do mean everything.” She licked her lips and raised her breasts until they were practically poking his eyes. Harry backed up a bit, but gave her a smile. Her eyes widened in delight and she waved a hand towards the rest of the house.

“Come on Harry, wait until you try a new drink of mine”, the older man said, pulling Harry behind him. Harry inclined his head a fraction of an inch in greeting towards Draco and Blaise and followed his host.

Draco fumed. Harry didn’t sign any waiver. Hell, that witch practically drooled all over herself. What the fuck was going on here? Harry was more popular then he was?? Over my dead body! Draco took the quill from the witch’s hand.

“Where do I sign?”

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Harry followed Fadien down the hall trying to get his head together. He had been shocked to see Malfoy there in the hallway. The arrogant Slytherin was surprisingly quiet. Maybe he was equally shocked to see him. Malfoy looked like he had grown a couple of inches. And he didn’t look quite as thin as Harry remembered. His hair was no longer slicked back and greasy looking. It was pulled back still, but in a short ponytail. It looked like Draco had cut it at some point. He had been wearing dark blue pants and shirt. It made his hair look impossibly light.

Harry was interrupted by Fadien shoving a drink in his hand.

“Here, try this”, he said. “I call it, Euphoria.”

Harry looked at the drink with some trepidation. It didn’t look too bad, but the name concerned him. But then again, he had started out with Fadien, drinking “Devil’s Snares”. And if he had survived the twins’ concoctions, then he could survive this as well. Harry tasted the drink. It wasn’t half bad, kind of fruity with a vanilla twang. He smiled approvingly at Fadien and turned it up for another try. Fadien thumped him on the shoulder.

“It only gets better.” He said mysteriously.

An hour later, Harry could hardly stand. He had danced with half the people in the place, witch and wizard alike. Some bloke had grabbed his ass and Harry had only laughed about it. It felt so good to not really care about anything. His life had been so intense, that he rarely had time to just relax and have some fun. The impending war had consumed his senses. His dreams and nightmares all had Voldemort’s face and Sirius’ death. The dead face of Cedric staring up at him in that graveyard, haunted his thoughts. His hatred of Voldemort and the Death Eaters was eating away at his very soul. So for tonight, Harry was going to live and have a good time.

His good time was being lessened by the feeling of Malfoy’s scowl from across the room. However, he was noticing it less and less. Harry wasn’t sure if it was because of his own inebriation or Malfoy’s. His blonde rival had been knocking them back pretty steadily as well, and he was all eyes for Harry.

Draco stood on the other side of the room with his eyes boring into Potter. He didn’t understand how Potter had become so popular with this crowd or how he even knew these people to begin with. Harry had never hung out with anyone other than the Weasel or Granger and his motley crew of Gryffindors. Potter actually looked worthy of being noticed by him.

Draco threw back another drink and placed the glass down on the table. He decided it was time to have a little chat with the fucking Boy Wonder. Blaise was talking to some wizard over by the dance floor. Draco strode over to where Potter was holding court for his adoring population. He smirked when he saw Potter’s face twitch with annoyance.

“Go away, Malfoy. I’m not in the mood for you tonight. As a matter of fact, not in the mood for you any night”, he hissed.

“Now, Scarhead, that’s not very polite. I’m just being friendly. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Oh wait, that’s right, you don’t have any parents. I guess they didn’t have time to teach you anything while you lived in an orphanage.” Draco said sweetly.

Harry’s head whipped around and his jaw clenched. God, he hated this git!! Malfoy was really messing with his groove. He would’ve liked nothing more than to pound his stupid blonde head into the ground, but he figured his host would be pissed if he started beating on his guests. So he fixed his mouth into a fake smile.

“Well, Malfoy, it’s nice to see you, too. How’s your father? I’m hoping that the memory he keeps seeing over and over again, is my sending his ass to Azkaban. Give the Dementors a kiss for me, would you?” He turned away from the blonde.

Draco went crimson. His eyes narrowed to slits. He grabbed Harry’s arm and pushed himself up into Potter’s face.

He whispered, “One day I’m going to get you Potter, mark my words. Dumbledore can’t protect you forever.”

Harry smiled wickedly at Draco. “Oh Malfoy, But you have me right here, right now. Do your worst.”

Draco was caught off guard for a moment. He hadn’t expected Potter to throw down the gauntlet like that.

Before he had a chance to recover from that moment, Potter shocked him even further.

Potter’s hand was coming towards his face. Draco immediately flinched, anticipating the hard contact that was sure to come with the fist. The punch was nothing like what he knew it should have been. The warm hand caressed his cheek. Caressed!

Draco twisted his head around and gaped at Potter. His mouth fell open, again. And he felt his heart skip a beat. What the…??? That was the last thing he had expected the Boy Brat to do.

Harry was openly smirking at the shock on his face. Draco struggled to get his composure back on track.

“Don’t touch me!” He shrieked, in a voice completely undignified for someone of his stature. He let go of Potter’s arm.

Harry was openly grinning like a lunatic, but inwardly he was horrified at what he had done. He had only done that to shake up the slimy Slytherin bastard. It had been completely spontaneous. He had finally found something to shut the Slytherin snake’s mouth. He had no idea how successful that little stunt was going to be. Malfoy looked shell-shocked.

Harry moved closer to Malfoy with a sinister expression. The teen gazed back fearfully. He had no idea what was going on in the Gryffindor’s mind, but somehow he knew he wasn’t going to be prepared for it.

“What’s the matter, Malfoy? You seem a little jumpy. You ok?”

Harry was all innocence. But there was some undefined feeling bubbling just below the surface. I touched Malfoy’s face tenderly. What the hell are in these drinks?

“Boys, boys, let’s play nice together, ok?” Lydia had walked up to them, obviously tuned in to the hostile vibrations that were sparking from both men.

“I know what we need to do, play a game! But you have to have some real courage to play; it’s not for the faint of heart.”

She looked at Draco and Harry. “Perhaps you two would like to play?” There was a challenge in her question.

Harry looked at Draco. “Sure, I’ll play. Lead the way”. He gave the witch a beautiful smile. Draco snarled. There was no way he was going to let Potter get one over on him.

“I’m playing, too.” Draco said, hating the way he sounded like a whiny toddler. He beckoned to Blaise who was coming towards him. The other Slytherin eyed Harry, a sparkle in his eye.

Lydia led them to another darkened room. There were several people already sitting on couches when they entered. She waved her wand and the room spilled light from some unknown source. Harry recognized Fadien in the corner.

“We are going to play “Wizard’s Legacy.”

There were some chuckles from the assembled group. Obviously some of them had played it before.

They all sat in a circle and Lydia explained the rules. It was a variation from Truth or Dare, with mostly Dares. There was a bowl in the center of the group. Everyone would have to draw a card and then follow the directions of the card. If someone refused, they had to take a drink from one of several goblets placed in the circle. There was no telling what potion was in the goblet or what the effects would be. They could last anywhere from a day to a month. Harry was not eager to find out what was held within those mysterious containers.

Harry took a place in the circle. Lydia handed Harry and several others a new drink.

“For your…inhibitions”, she explained.

Harry tasted this new beverage. It was pleasant, still fruity but with a spicy taste. It wasn’t long before his head started spinning. A silly grin took over his entire face that he couldn’t get rid of. The other party guests looked like they were in various stages of euphoric giddiness.

Harry chanced a look at Malfoy. The blonde was sitting there with his eyes half-closed. He was gazing blankly off into space. He must have felt Harry looking, because he turned his head to look at him. Harry caught Blaise looking in his direction. I think we are all scared of what is going to happen in this game, Harry mused.

The first card was picked by Lydia.

“Ohhh…boys and girls. I get to show you my goodies.”

She stood up and slowly began to remove her clothes and doing a seductive strip tease. It didn’t take long, mainly because she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties under that impossibly short skirt. Harry blushed crimson at the sight of the nicely endowed older witch. Harry was more embarrassed by the fact that she didn’t even seem to care that she was naked in front of complete strangers. Identical expressions of disbelief came from his fellow Hogwarts classmates.

The woman had nothing to be ashamed of that was for sure. There were several cat calls and whistles from the group. Lydia gave Harry a wink, and then turned around to pick up her discarded skirt. Harry found himself looking straight up her…

He hastily took another large swig of his drink.

After her turn, there were several laughs and it seemed the ice was broken. Another man had to conjure up a monkey and tickle its balls. Harry almost fainted with laughter when the monkey tried to chew the man’s fingers off. Everyone was laughing and having a great time as the drinks continued. Harry’s mind had all but left him, he was so drunk.

The woman on Harry’s right had refused her card, so she opted to take a drink from one of the goblets. The next instant, all of her hair fell out, leaving nasty boils on her head. Everyone groaned in disgust. She looked horrible and she began crying.

“No tears, you knew the risks”! Lydia scolded. “Deal with it!”

It was Harry’s turn. He nervously took his card. The cards were charmed to tell the group what the dare was. His card loudly announced that he had to seduce the closest man sitting to him, on his left. In order to satisfy the dare, the intended target would have to get an erection.

Harry did a double take. Seduce a man?? An erection?? Harry began to think that taking a drink from the mystery potions was probably a good idea. He glanced around to see who the man would be. His mouth went dry when he realized that Blaise would be the intended target. At least it isn’t Malfoy, he thought.

He had to seduce Blaise Zabini? There was no way that Blaise was going to let him get anywhere near him. The rules of the game stated that if an intended target of the challenge didn’t go along with it, they too had to drink from the goblet. Blaise was staring right at him.

Harry was just about to announce his decision to chance the potion when Malfoy’s voice rang out.

“Come on, Potter, what are you waiting for? Afraid you can’t get it up?” He smirked at the double innuendo.

There were snickers around the room. Several people began chanting, “Potion, Potion.”

“Come on, sexy,” cooed Lydia, “I know you know how to seduce somebody. I’m ready for you myself.” She winked at him.

Harry fought down the blush that was spreading across his cheeks. He glanced at Blaise, who was eyeing Harry very closely. Fine! He made up his mind. With another deep toss back of his drink, he approached the Slytherin. He had no idea what to do to get Blaise aroused, but he was going to do something. So he let instinct take over.

Blaise looked up at Harry with a lusty glint in his eyes. Harry stood back for a moment and then knelt down in front of the brown skinned teen. Harry made a mental note that Zabini looked almost, excited. Harry moved closer to his handsome classmate. He licked his lips seductively, teasing the Slytherin with his tongue. Blaise sat transfixed, as he watched Harry move in closer to his mouth. He was mesmerized by Harry’s green eyes, which reflected the burning candle, making them flicker brightly.

Harry reached down and brought the Slytherin’s fingers to his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, Harry gently sucked one finger tip into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the soft skin. Blaise closed his eyes with a soft moan escaping him. Harry sucked a second finger in, and started sucking on both of them. Blaise swallowed thickly. The man sitting next to Blaise exhaled loudly.

Harry slowly lowered Blaise’s hand and moved in towards the other boy’s mouth. He could feel his heart pounding at the idea of kissing this boy. He was excited about it, even if he was nervous. Thank god Blaise seemed to be a willing subject.

Harry touched the trembling lips with the softness of a kitten. His tongue brushed against Zabini’s slightly opened mouth. Harry moved in closer, gently caressing the boy’s neck. He tilted his head to get a better angle on Zabini. With a low moan, Zabini responded, pushing his tongue to meet Harry’s. Several whistles and catcalls came from the group.

“Hell, let him kiss me like that”, another man called. “I’ll do it for free.”

Their tongues brushed against one another. Harry could taste the spicy drink the teen had just imbibed. The taste of him was delicious and Harry increased the pressure. Blaise responded in kind, his tongue poking and prodding Harry’s mouth. Harry could feel the heat emanating from Zabini. He wondered if he was aroused yet.

His arm fell to down to his side and he casually reached over and brushed the front of Zabini’s pants. Blaise gasped and pushed himself against Harry’s hand, seeking more. Harry wanted to pull away, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own. He rubbed his hand over the hardened member and was rewarded with another groan from Blaise.

“Oh, god, H-Harrry..”, he whispered into his mouth.

The sound of Zabini’s husky voice snapped Harry back to reality. He abruptly pulled away from him. Zabini whined at the loss of contact with Harry’s mouth. He stared at Harry in confusion. Harry gave the Slytherin a knowing look and then moved back to his place. Blaise followed him with his eyes, desire plainly written all over his face.

Blaise wasn’t the only one.

Draco had an erection.

He had laughed outright when the card announced its dare. He was glad to know that Potter was about to be humiliated in front of all these people, even if it was at the expense of his friend. It wasn’t like Blaise was really going to go along with it.

He had been surprised when Blaise had agreed. Perhaps Blaise was more afraid of having to take a drink from the goblets then being kissed by the Gryffindor berk. He was even more surprised to find how fucking sexy Potter had looked when he had approached Blaise. Draco could feel his heart racing when Potter had bent in to kiss Blaise.

A new and completely foreign feeling sprang up in the Slytherin. He was annoyed that Blaise had allowed Potter to kiss him. And not only that, he had obviously enjoyed it, evidenced by his erection. But the real kicker was that he had been turned on as well. What the fuck?? There was no way in hell that he, Draco, had gotten hard watching Potter kiss Blaise. No fuckin way…it had to be whatever was in these drinks and such that were messing with his head.

He wasn’t attracted to Potter. That was ridiculous. Potter was skinny, with stupid bird nest hair and dorky glasses. His clothes were always too big and he had no fashion sense whatsoever.

Ummm…but that’s not what he looks like tonight though, said some stupid internal voice.

Shut up, said the proper and perfectly acceptable other internal voice.

Draco had no more time to contemplate the stupid conversation going on in his head when…

A shout and a crash echoed throughout the house. All heads jerked towards the entrance. Lydia staggered to her feet to go see what was happening. Before she could reach the door, a man rushed into the room.

“Where is Fadien??! Nicos needs him! Now!!” The man’s face was chalky white. He ran out of the room.

Everyone looked around in confusion.

“What the hell is going on?” This was Draco’s voice.

Harry had managed to get to his feet. He had a sneaking suspicion that he if looked down at them; they wouldn’t actually be touching the floor. Everything seemed hazy and far away, like he was standing across the room and was watching himself.

Through the fogginess of his mind, he heard shouts and a snarling from some far off place. Somebody brought a dog to the party?

Lydia was pushing her way out of the room because several people were trying to push their way in.

“MOVE!” She shouted angrily, sending a witch flying to the floor when she shoved her rudely.

Harry followed behind the rest of the guests, who all seemed bottlenecked at the door. After what seemed like an eternity, the door way finally opened up and Harry wandered out into the hallway, trying to see that was going on.

“What’s happening?” He asked no one in particular. Malfoy and Zabini were standing somewhere off to right. Draco’s face was paler than usual and Blaise looked worried. The wizard next to him shrugged.

“No idea, mate.”

Suddenly several people started screaming again and began running towards Harry’s location.

“Run!!” A wizard shouted at them, as he sped past them. He was still holding his drink, which was splashing all over the place.

Harry barely had time to register that, when a large figure loomed in his line of vision. Was that…was that a werewolf?

“Holy shit!! It’s a werewolf!” Draco shouted.

“What the fu-…” stammered Blaise.

They both fell back, eyes wide in horror.

Harry’s dazed mind believed him to be hallucinating. Who would have brought a werewolf to a party? Harry stared at the apparition, even though it was rapidly closing the distance. The wizard next to him broke out in a full out run. Harry stood alone.

Blaise gaped at the situation. Potter was just standing there. He knew that Gryffindors were supposed to be brave, but this was beyond bravery. This was complete lunacy.

“POTTER, LOOK OUT!” Zabini shouted.

The werewolf had reached Harry and was now swinging a massive claw in his direction. Harry stared blankly for a moment and then quickly realized that this was no apparition. A flaring pain ripped through his body as the claw connected with his soft tissue. Harry let out a yell.

Blaise grabbed his arm and jerked him away from the wild beast, just as it was getting ready to swipe Harry’s head off.

Harry crashed into Blaise and both of them fell hard to the floor. Harry struggled to sit up, but he was rapidly losing consciousness. His body was not responding to his commands to get up. He felt sticky and wet and realized that his entire shirt was covered in blood. Blaise groaned from underneath him.

A deafening howl filled the room as the werewolf stood in the doorway. Blaise pushed Harry out of the way as he jumped to his feet. Draco was pulling his friend’s shirt.

“We’ve got to get the hell out of here!”

Blaise quickly looked down at Harry, who wasn’t moving. Fuck!

“Petrificus totalus!” Fadien had finally appeared, his wand raised at the beast’s back.

The werewolf snarled angrily but fell forward with a loud thud. He hastily pulled a vial out of his pocket and turned the wolf over. He poured some of the potion down its throat.

To the astonishment of all present, the animal changed back into a man. Nicos lay on the floor, motionless.

He then moved over to Harry.

“Mobilicorpus.” He directed Harry to the nearby couch.

Lydia had returned to the room. She looked down at Nicos and then saw Harry. She moved quickly to him and pulled her wand. She cast a few healing spells on him.

“Was he bitten?” She asked quietly.

Fadien shook his head. He glanced over at the two Slytherins.

“I think he knows them.”

Fadien stood up and addressed them. They both still looked like they were in shock.

“Look, I don’t know what happened. Nicos shouldn’t have transformed now. But he is under control though. I know he will feel terrible about all of this. He isn’t dangerous, I assure you.”

Draco snorted loudly. Fadien turned blazing eyes to the blonde. Draco stared back defiantly.

“You call this, ‘not dangerous’. A werewolf ran amuck inside at a party. One of your guests is on your couch bleeding to death.”

“He’s being tended to. And don’t even think about reporting this. Need I remind you that you signed a waiver?” Fadien rolled his eyes at the blonde. Stuck up, prick.

Draco looked like he wanted to retort, but Blaise elbowed him. “Leave it alone, Draco.”

Fadien eyed Draco again with disdain and then returned to assessing Harry. The raven haired teen began moving slowly. He opened his eyes and he stared at everyone standing over him. What was going on?

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” Harry asked. “What’s happen-“ And then he remembered. He jolted upright and a searing pain blazed across his body. He fell back, whimpering.

Fadien grabbed his hand. “It’s ok, Harry. It’s under control. I’m sorry about what happened.”

He reached into his pocket and took out several small pills. The pills looked like multi-colored candy.

“Here, these will help you with the pain. Take them whenever your pain gets bad. They actually work a little better than potions.” He smiled reassuringly at Harry. Harry nodded.

“I’m fine, really. I just need to get back and get some rest.”

He helped Harry to stand up. He grimaced a bit as the pain hit him, but he was able to stand on his own.

“Make sure you get in touch with me whenever you need me, ok?” Fadien said.

Harry walked unsteadily out of the room. Blaise followed him out of the door.

“Hey Potter, you sure you’re ok?” Zabini asked cautiously. He seemed genuinely concerned. Harry stopped and looked at the Slytherin.

“Yeah, I think I’m ok. I just hurt all over.” He looked down for a second, and then looked back at him. “Hey, ummm…Blaise, thanks for saving my life”, Harry said. He gave him a slight smile. Blaise nodded.

A silent understanding passed between the two. Harry turned and continued to walk down the hall.

Draco watched the exchange with a blank expression, masking a spectrum of emotions.

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Fadien watched the trio walk down the hall. He headed to another room where Nicos lay on the couch. Fadien knelt down in front of him and touched his arm.

The stricken werewolf opened his eyes and looked steadily at Fadien.

“Did it work?” He finally asked.

“Like a charm”, Fadien said, his eyes twinkling.

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