Harry Potter One shots: Part Four

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*Draco's Point of View*

After Potter defeated Voldmort and the school had been reopened, I decided that it was time to give my dad some space so he could mourn over mum himself.

There were not many 7th year students that had come back to finish, but the once of us that had became close friends. On the night before Yule Blaise had a great idea to get all of the 8th years together, and have an early Christmas party.

The morning of the party Blaise spent it making invites, before he sent them I look at them.

“(name of 8th year student), 8th years early Yule party. After dinner tonight, in the Room of Requirement. Come mingle with the rest of the 8th year population. See you tonight.

B.Z. of Slytherin”



The house elfs had outdone themselves with dinner, but Blaise missed out. After dinner, I went to the RoR to find it decorated in neutral colors, but also had a little of all four house colors in it as well.

The first to arrive were Granger and Lovegood, who had to drag Longbottom into the room. “Good evening Luna, Hermione, Neville.” Blaise addressed them. Lovegood looked around. “Oh Blaise this is perfect.” As everyone arrived they received something to drink and took a place in the circle seating arrangement. “Hermione, do you know where Harry is? We thought that he would have came in with you or Ron.” He asked, Weasley shook his head. “I saw him in the Commonroom as I was leaving.” He said. the door of the RoR opened and admitted a tall, muscular man wearing: black skinny jeans, a black button up top with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was straight and parted slightly to the right covering part of his eye, but hey shown a bright green in the dark room. Granger recognized him first. “Oh my gosh! Harry you look…amazing.” He smiled shyly and looked at me. “You really think so?” Weasley got up and wrapped his arm around Potter’s shoulders. He whispered something, and I could tell Potter was blushing. “Who did this to you, Harry?” Hannah Abbott asked. “Ginny.” That’s all he gout out before Blaise put a drink in his hand and pushed him into the empty seat directly across from me.

A while later Blaise turned on some music, people were dancing and drinking a little to much. I had another shot, when my mind wondered off in the direction of Potter. *I have to thank the Weasleyette for Harry's great…wait, when did I start calling Potter by his given name?...His ass is nice looking in those jeans….they are mocking me…stop moving your ass Harry.* I was staring at his ass when Blaise came over, and caught me. “Man, you need to just get your ass over there and talk to him.” I hadn’t even heard him walk over, and almost fell out of my seat.

When all of us were just a bit tipsy, Blaise got up on a chair and said. “Ok, people! It’s time for a game of truth or dare!” we all sat down, passed around the vitersurm and started to play. A couple of round in it was Grangers turn. “Harry, truth or dare?”, “Truth.”, “Have you or are you lusting after someone in this room?” Without even thinking he blurted out ‘yes.’ It finally landed on Blaise again. “Draco…”, “Dare.” I didn’t let him finish. “Ok, I hare you to strip down and give your crush a lap dance.” My eyes went wide, but I got up, took off all of my clothes except my boxers and turned on ‘Hips don’t lie’ by Skakira.

Everybody was very curious as to whom I liked, but nobody would have guessed that I would be the Harry-the-golden-boy-Potter. I strutted over, and ran my hand through his fine black hair. *It’s softer than it looks.* My mind observed. Harry was too shocked to move; I walk around in front of him and turned my back to him then started to shake my hips. I sat down on his lap and moved back, forth, up and down. Harry's mouth fell open in an ‘ohh’ shape; I leaned into his ear and whispered in it. “Harry, you’re going to attract flies if you don’t close your mouth or let me kiss you.” He nodded his head, and I smashed my lips to his in a powerful, dominating kiss with the man that had haunted my dreams for two years.

When the song ended I got up; Harry did too. He took off his button up shirt and put it on me. I grabbed hi around the waist and led him out of the room, under a shower of cat calls and ‘you go’s. From the glazed over look in Harry's eyes I could tell he had been waiting for this for some time.