Title: Somebody Must Be Joking

Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: During 'Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince'

Summary: Instead of a love potion, one of Harry's fans attempts to lure him into getting her pregnant. But not everything goes as planned. Harry Potter ends up with Draco Malfoy. The pair of rivals, combined with a potion make the year far more interesting and with disastrous, though hilarious, results.

Pairs: Harry/Draco, Hermione/Ron, Neville/Luna

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

A/N 1: Sirius did go through the veil, but he came back a week later, got cleared of the charges and returned to No12 Grimmauld Place, which serves as HQ for the Order.

Lucius Malfoy is out of Azkaban, being cleared of all charges and Draco has not received the Dark Mark.

"Normal speech"-'Thoughts'-songs/incantations

A/N 2: The chapter has been edited

Part One

February, 12th

Harry put away the candy. It was the second package that week and it was hardly Valentine's day. Hermione had already warned him about how dangerous those 'gifts' were and he was once again thankful he was friends with a girl like her. It certainly came handy in times like this.

Another group of girls went past him, all four of them giggling. Harry sighed. Ron and Neville gave him incredulous looks.

"Don't say it," Harry warned.

Neville nodded.

"Girls are seriously disturbed this year," Ron muttered.

Neville nodded faintly. "Luna said that Magdaria Vestrom was talking about a love potion in the girls restrooms," the shy boy confided.

"Who's she?" Harry wondered.

"Senior in Ravenclaw," Neville replied.

"Best of luck mate," Ron told Harry, amused at how pale the boy-that-lived had turned.

It was not common knowledge, but over the summer a lot had taken place. Ron was now aware that his best bud was actually gay. Hermione had been relieved when Harry finally admitted the truth, claiming she had realized it from their fourth year.

Ginny, though, had thrown a fit and still had not digested it, not that it mattered to Harry, who always considered her more like a sister than anything else. The twins had taken it upon themselves to fix Harry up with someone, though it had been Fleur that introduced him to a part-Veela male cousin of hers.

Ron did not really mind as much as Harry, but they had kept it a secret. And those were the only Weasley's who knew about Harry's sexual preferences.

The other people who knew were Neville and Luna, and Tonks as far as adults went. And they suspected that Lupin had realized something as well. Harry was in no hurry to draw more attention, especially that year.

So far things were gloomy for the Chosen Boy. Dumbledore had been meeting with Harry, teaching him about Voldemort's life, Snape was giving him hell during Defence against the Dark Arts, Slughorn was turning into a stalker, though Potions were better this year, the rest of the teachers were in uproar due to Voldemort's return, the girls were off their rockers and Slytherin was up to something.

Well, at least one; Draco Malfoy. He was subdued ever since his father was imprisoned, but still rather hostile to Harry, although he had lost his bite.

Harry gritted his teeth as another group of girls, this time from Hufflepuff walked past him. Beside him, Ron and Neville snickered.

"Cut it out guys," he growled.

"It is funny," Neville pointed out.

"At least it won't be like our second year," Ron said absently.

Harry shuddered as he remembered the ugly dwarfs dressed like cherubs.

They headed towards the dungeons for Double Potions. Hermione was already there and waiting for them. She glared at them.

"Another three minutes and you would be late!" she hissed.

"Come on 'Mione," Ron groaned. "It's Potions!"

"At least it is not Snape this year," Harry muttered.

Neville nodded emphatically, feeling more than sympathy for his fellow Gryffindor, even if he did not have the class any more.

A group of students approached and Harry groaned at the sight of the Slytherin's. Hermione gave him a warning glance, which he ignored.

"Look here, Potter and co," Malfoy's sneer echoed in the dungeons.

Harry snorted at the absence of Crabbe and Goyle, having not acquired the necessary OWLs. Slytherin's were many, true, but not Malfoy's usual entourage.

"Ready for class boys and girls?" Slughorn arrived just in time to prevent a fight.

Harry and Draco exchanged a frosty glare before entering the class.

At the end of the class Slughorn called Harry to his desk.

"Yes, professor?" Harry really dreaded the answer. Hermione might have mentioned something about another party…

"I'm planning a get together for some friends…"

Harry fought not to roll his eyes. The last time was really a fiasco. He was supposed to meet people his professor new, most of them trying to exploit him. It was getting tiring.

"- my office at midnight," he finished.

Harry wanted to hit himself for not paying attention.

"You are coming, right Harry?"

"Yes sir," Harry replied dutifully.

Hermione and Ron were waiting for him after class.

"Another party?" the red head said in distaste.

Harry nodded.

"You weren't paying attention," Hermione accused.

"How do you do that?" Harry exclaimed.

"It's scary," Ron added.

"It's on Valentine's day," Hermione relented.

"Are you going?" Ron asked airily. The question was pointed at Hermione.

"Not yet," she answered absently.

Ron perked up.

"Zabini asked me, though."

"Blaise Zabini?" Ron demanded. "The Slytherin?"

Hermione nodded as if it was an everyday occurrence. Harry wanted to smile. They were rather cute, but it was getting tiresome and dangerous. Harry prepared himself for another fight between his two best friends. Ron walked on in front of them in quiet rage. Harry grabbed Hermione before she could walk away.

"Do you have to be so…mean to him?" Harry asked her.

"He is completely oblivious!"

"Tell him then," he prodded.

Hermione sighed. "I'm too angry at him at the moment."

"I can tell, but please just tell him. We all know he is crazy about you."

Hermione smiled at him. "You had to figure out you're gay in order to stop being daft?"

Harry shrugged. "Christien might have rubbed off on me."

"Fleur is not so bad after all," Hermione decided.

February, 13th

Draco Malfoy entered the Slytherin common room in a foul mood. Pansy followed him, her face a mask of rage. Most of the younger students scattered out of the way to avoid the storm while the older ones just took places for the show.

"I am talking to you!"

"I think they heard you in China," the blond muttered.

"How can you do this to me?" she demanded.

He turned around. "For Merlin's shake Pansy, I told you already! I'm not interested!"

She swallowed. "Who is she?" she demanded.

Blaise who exited the dorm saw them and snorted at Pansy's antics. Draco ran a hand through his unusually ruffled ash blond hair.

"Pansy, I'm gay," the Malfoy heir repeated for the millionth time. "That means no girls, ever!"

Some of the oldest crowd snorted. Homosexuality was not a problem for their House; they were rather liberated on that desire. The fact that Draco Malfoy was gay became common knowledge during the third year, but it seemed that Pansy Parkinson was oblivious to the fact, or maybe she knew too well, Blaise realized. The Malfoy inheritance had slipped from her fingers and now she was no longer a candidate for the phenomenal fortune.

"If I find out who he is…"

"Hurt him and I'll invent a potion more painful than the Cruciatus curse," he vowed and walked past Blaise to his room.

The last followed him to the dorm.

"Got a date for Valentine's day?" Blaise asked him.

"You know I haven't," the blond replied as he dropped on his bed.

"You could ask."

Draco levelled him with a glare. It was no secret to Zabini who the object of his best friend's attention was. After all, he had caught the blond ogling him too many times to count.

"Potter is not gay," Draco reminded him. "He's going out with Weasley's sister," he said distastefully. "And half the female population in this school is after him."

"True, but…"

"No! No more."

Blaise sighed at how stubborn his friend was. The blond had been pining for Potter for nearly two years now and it was grating on his nerves. He decided to drop the subject.

"So, are you going to the party Slughorn is throwing on Valentine's day?"

Draco nodded numbly. "I have to. It's the only sure way Pansy won't follow me around that night." He did not bother to say that it was a chance to see Harry Potter.

Blaise chuckled at the blonde's misery even as Draco glared him with a look of clear annoyance.

Somewhere in the castle a potion was brewing, giving out a wonderful smell.

"So that's it? Looks like water," a girl's voice whined.

"Fool, it is tasteless and transparent for a reason," another girl replied. "Don't you think it is a little extreme though?"

"Keep stirring," the other hissed.

February, 14th

Gryffindor Dormitory:

Hermione entered the boy's dorm hesitantly. She waved at Neville and Seamus as the two boys walked past her towards the Great Hall. She got in the sixth year's bedroom in time to see Ron rolling on his stomach, fighting off Harry.

"Harry!" she yelled.

"He ate one of the candy," Harry told her, still strangling.

"Vickie, oh Vickie! I'm coming love," Ron kept saying.

Hermione slapped a hand to her forehead. "I'll call McGonagall," she told Harry. "And why don't you use a body binding spell?"

"My wand is on the night stand," Harry gritted out. "A hand here, or spell!"

"Petrificus Totalus," Hermione pointed at Ron and the red head stopped strangling.

"About bloody time!" Harry exclaimed. "Yesterday it was Seamus lusting after Eloise Mitzen, today Ron after Vickie. Who the hell is Vickie?"

"Victoria Antoinette Davoly," Hermione replied. "She's in my Arithmancy class, and a Slytherin."

Harry groaned. "That's just…I'm screwed."

Hermione stole a glance at Ron. "By the end of the day you will be."

Harry glared her. She raised her hands in surrender. His shoulders slumped.

"I'll warn McGonagall," Hermione told him.

He nodded absently and decided to get dressed for the long day he had ahead of him.

Charms:

Ron groaned. "I'm so sorry," he said for the millionth time.

"Just focus on the damn spell," Harry snapped.

He was in a foul mood since breakfast. One of his stalkers had tipped a love potion in his pumpkin juice, which by a miracle Neville drank and spent two hours pining for Hannah Abbot. Professor McGonagall had issued a warning towards any student that dared to slip a love potion to any other, but to no avail. Luckily, Hermione had been his self assigned body guard for the day.

"It's just a day," Hermione tried to comfort him.

"Actually its eleven hours and forty two minutes and twelve seconds," Harry told her.

Both his friends raised their eyebrows.

"What?" he challenged.

"I don't envy you at all, mate," Ron offered.

Lunch:

Gryffindor Table:

Harry was playing with the food on his plate, not really hungry. His friends and Neville with Seamus scanned the crowd for any potential threat and Hermione tested everything before him.

"This is ridiculous," Harry finally said as he pushed his plate away from him. The others threw him sympathetic glances.

"Incoming," Seamus said pointing at Hedwig.

The snow white owl landed in front of them, followed by two others.

Ron let out a squeak at the letter one of the other owls had. To Harry's horror it was a Howler. The rest of the table gave him sympathetic glances.

"Someone must really, really hate me," Harry groaned.

"Just open it," Ginny replied as she sat next to her brother.

Harry complied and soon the entire Hall was filled with music:

You look into my eyes

I go out of my mind

I can't see anything

Cos this love's got me blind

I can't help myself

I can't break the spell

I can't even try

I'm in over my head

You got under my skin

I got no strength at all in the state that I'm in

And my knees are weak

and my mouth can't speak

fell too far this time…

Harry gapped as the song travelled around the Hall. Almost all the students were staring at him and the staff members had indulgent smiles on their faces.

…Baby, I'm too lost in you

Caught in you

Lost in everything about you

So deep, I can't sleep

I can't think

I just think about the things that you do (you do)

I'm too lost in you…

Professor Trelawney and Sprout were sighing and rocking to the music. McGonagall was smiling; Flitwick was shaking his head to the music. Snape looked like he wanted to kill him or flee from the Great Hall. As for Dumbledore, the old wizard had a mischievous spark in his eyes and a smile that made Harry feel scared.

…Help me baby…

Harry absently noted that the lyrics were rather moving and the music wonderful, full of emotion. Stealing a glance at Hermione he noticed that his best friend was moved by the song.

…Cos I'm slipping away

Like the sand to the tide

Flowing into your arms

Falling into your eyes

If you get too near I might disappear

I might lose my mind…

Neville was staring the at envelope in awe. It seemed by far the most wonderful Howler anyone had gotten.

Ginny was slightly glaring at it, although she, too, was humming.

…I'm going down like a stone in the sea

Yeah, no one can rescue me…

Harry saw several girls and boys from Muggle parents sing along, in perfect harmony. To his shock, Hermione as well.

…Oooh, my baby

Oooh, baby, baby…

His attention went back to the song.

…I'm too lost in you…

The green eyed wizard was disappointed when the song ended. Silence was dominant in the Great Hall, some of the girls had tears in their eyes, others scowling. Harry saw the Howler turn into smoking hearts in shades of red. And suddenly the room was buzzing again.

"That was so romantic," Hermione sniffed.

"And it must have taken some piece of magic," Neville breathed.

"Too lost in you," Harry muttered.

"Huh?" Ron asked, still swallowing the food he had forgotten to chew during the time the song had lasted.

"I haven't heard this song before," Ginny said almost immediately after her brother.

"Like Harry said, it's called 'Too lost in you' by a Muggle girl group called Sugababes," Hermione offered. "And it is an amazing thing. Did you see how the envelope dissolved?"

Harry felt his ears buzz from the excited conversations of his fellow students, Gryffindor's and others.

"Are you going to open the rest of your mail?" Ron asked his friend.

Harry swallowed and opened another envelope. His friends inched closer.

"From Gringotts about my investments," he told them. They groaned in disappointment and Harry turned to Hedwig; the owl was waiting for him. He took the envelope and noted it was green, the same green as his eyes.

Dear Harry Potter

I'm writing this letter because my friend is a complete idiot.

You must have received the Love-Howler by now. My friend made it but backed down at the last minute so I took the liberty to do it instead. If a student dies in the next few days, that would be me.

Anyway, your secret admirer is a little shy snake, which must be a big no-no for you, the Golden Gryffindor boy, but at least I tried.

Happy Valentine.

P.S. Burn it!

P.S.S. Burn it NOW!

Harry frowned and folded the letter. Hermione nudged him.

"Who was it from?" she asked.

"Don't show it to anyone," he told her and gave it to her.

The girl read it, her eyes wide when she looked at him and the re-read the letter.

"Harry…"

"Incendio," he muttered and the paper withered and burned.

Hermione stared.

"That means…"

"Yes, my Valentine is a Slytherin," Harry muttered.

"Who could it be?" the girl wondered.

Harry noticed her eyes straying towards the Slytherin table. "Don't look now," he hissed.

She jumped with start, but nodded.

"What was that letter?" Ron asked.

"Gringotts," the other two readily lied.

Ron shrugged and returned to his plate.

Slytherin Table:

Draco Malfoy was seething. In anger, embarrassment or pleasure he did not know, but he was seething. The moment the song started he knew he was done for. He glared death at Blaise, who attempted to look anywhere but him.

Next to Draco the girls were rather moved at the Love-Howler. Pansy was rather angry.

"How come Potter gets something so nice?" she whined. "My Valentines are never so sweet."

"Great song," Millicent Bulstrode commented.

Draco raised an eyebrow at her comment; she was known to be complete granite when it came to emotions. Then again many of the girls seemed to agree with her, most of them flushed with excitement.

"Yes, it was romantic and hot and tear worthy and the song was amazing," Pansy said. "But why Potter got it?"

"He is good looking," Theodore Nott admitted. "At least lately. And with all that fame…"

Draco swallowed. He was sure he would be unable to speak lest he wanted to make a fool of himself, and he had to make a comment now; he always did.

"Well, someone must be crazy for him," Blaise said while looking at Draco. The blond glared back.

"Who sang it though?" Nott wondered.

Draco paled. He did not want his fellow Slytherin's to know that he was rather fond of Muggle music groups ever. "Shut up already with Potter. We are trying to eat," he said with less malice than usual.

His comment ended any further discussion.

Gryffindor Dormitory:

"The green or the black?" Harry asked Hermione. His friend was already dressed in baby blue dress robes and her hair was tamed and caught in an elegant knot on her head. She had only come to help him dress. Seamus had offered but Harry was afraid the other boy would either jump him or make him look like a clown, unintentionally of course.

"The dark green brinks out your eyes, the black gives you an air of mystery and darkness," she replied and after a pause she made up her mind. "The green, unless you want to look like a Death Eater."

He snorted and went to change.

"So, are you going with Zabini or Ron?" he asked her.

"Actually, Ron. But I made a deal with Zabini. He wants help in Ancient Runes and I need him to shake Ron out of his self induced coma," Hermione replied.

"I'm glad I don't like girls," Harry told her. "You're the devil incarnate."

"Thank you!" she replied. "And don't you look great!"

He walked in front of her. The robes were the darkest emerald and made him look paler and his eyes brighter. His hair looked messy, though less than usual. Gone were his glasses. Instead he wore the contacts Hermione had given him as a birthday present.

Hermione noticed everything and beamed at him.

Harry had an uncertain look. "Too much?"

"Nonsense, you look gorgeous. Come on now," she took his hand and pulled him out to the common room.

Most girls looked up when they entered. Harry ignored them. On the other front, Ron gave one look at Hermione and his jaw dropped. Harry elbowed her and she smirked. Luna was also there, dressed in blue. She was his date, again, while Neville would come with Ginny. This was one of the times Harry was grateful for having them as friends.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Luna whispered.

Harry shrugged. "Still single. Oh, and remember to watch your back," he told her.

Luna nodded sagely. Some of the girls had been glaring and pointing at her all day.

"Let's go," Hermione said and the group set off towards the party.

Slytherin Dormitory:

Draco inspected his outfit. He was dressed in dark blue, that bordered on black, a colour that brought out his eyes. On his chest hung a medallion of a silver serpent with sapphire eyes.

"There is not one line on the fabric, like there wasn't the last time you checked, ten seconds ago," Blaise teased him.

Draco glared. "I'm still mad at you."

Blaise waived him off, not at all concerned about the incident during lunch. "You look sexy already Draco and if he doesn't notice you then it's his loss," he told his friend.

Draco nodded his head and headed out.

Pansy nearly jumped him once he was in the common room.

"Draco, you look hot!" she swooned. "Are we leaving?" she asked.

Draco noticed she was all dressed up in mauve dress robes.

"Actually, he's with me," Blaise cut in, pushing Draco out of the door and leaving a fuming Pansy behind.

Slughorn's Valentine Party:

Harry swallowed when he entered the room where the party was held. Luna immediately went after Neville. Ginny left as well. Harry knew she still felt odd when she was around him. With a quick look around he saw Ron, his hands around Hermione as his best friend conversed with Zabini, who looked rather amused.

With a sigh he went to get a refreshment.

He decided on a glass of mead. The girl that handed him the drink was rather friendly and he knew her from Quidditch and she already had a boyfriend, no danger there.

Draco looked around bored. Blaise had ditched him to go find that Mudblood, Granger, and left him alone with some of Slughorn's old pals. His eyes scanned the room expectantly for the only person he cared to see, the one he had dressed up for.

He was not disappointed. The object of his affections soon appeared, looking as bored as he. He looked around, dodging Slughorn many times and dodging several girls as well. Draco snorted at that, though he was secretly pleased that Harry was single.

Taking a deep breath he marched forward.

"Potter," he said civilly.

The brunet boy started. "Malfoy!"

"Enjoying the party?" Draco asked him.

Once Harry got over his initial shock that Malfoy had indeed approached him and spoken politely to him, he processed the question.

"Er, not really. It's just.."

"…An excuse to get away from hordes of fans?" Draco said wryly.

The other boy blushed.

"Have you seen Zabini?" Draco asked Harry.

"Um, actually he and Hermione were plotting something."

Draco actually paled. "This can't be good."

Harry grunted in agreement and sipped some of the mead. At first he paid no mind to the taste, but the aroma of the concoction was divine.

"What are you having there?" Draco asked curiously.

"Mead, you?"

"Firewhisky," the Slytherin replied.

"I didn't know they had any," Harry said.

"They don't. It used to be Butterbeer."

Harry actually laughed.

Draco beamed at the sound. He had made Harry laugh, not on his expense, but during civil conversation. Not all hope was lost.

"How come you are so…civil?" Harry asked the blond.

Draco shrugged. "I'm bored and you seem like the only viable solution for a nice evening. I can't leave because Pansy would be probably be waiting for me and I'd like to put the entire horrid day behind me."

"I'll have to agree with you, save for the Parkinson part," Harry replied.

"You like her?"

"Hell no! I have half the school trying to slip me love potions." Harry shuddered. "So far, Neville, Seamus and Ron have intercepted them, thankfully. I'm just lucky I don't have to add her into the mix."

Draco actually breathed with relief. "So Slughorn's part was the lesser of two evils."

"Exactly! So can we please have a truce for the evening?" Harry asked him.

"Let's drink to that," Draco suggested.

Harry raised his goblet as well. When he sipped the mead he hummed. Malfoy noticed his reaction.

"Is the mead that good?" he asked.

"You can see for yourself."

Draco knew that Harry meant he should go and grab a goblet from the elves or the buffet, but he decided to subject himself to a slightly undignified method. He took Harry's goblet and brought it to his lips. He made a purpose to touch his lips were the other boy's lips had touched, feeling a thrill run down his spine.

When the mead actually touched his lips, he made a humming sound as well. It was sweet and rich and it smelt really, really good.

He handed the goblet back to a shocked Harry.

"You were right," the blond simply said, acting like nothing out of place had happened.

Harry swallowed and nodded.

"So, how do you like potions this year?" Draco asked, deciding they needed a safe topic to focus on.

Somewhere behind them, a girl noticed what had happened and paled.

Hermione watched Ron stomp away to get her a drink. She turned to Blaise Zabini with a smile.

"You are a genius," she told him.

"Nah, just sly and canny," he replied.

"Either way, it worked like a charm."

"Charms always work," her accomplice said.

"Muggle expression," Hermione said readily.

"Hey guys!" Neville and Luna appeared. They were both flushed and panting from dancing rather lively.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked with alarm.

"Potter?" Zabini said.

"He left us to mingle," Neville told Hermione.

"No!" she yelled.

"Potter can stay alone for a moment, he's a big boy," Zabini said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Not today," Hermione replied.

"Half the female population is trying to slip him a love potion," Luna supplied. "Neville spent hours making googly eyes at Hannah Abbot and Ron lusting after Victoria Antoinette Davoly."

The Slytherin laughed at that.

"Not funny, McGonagall discovered some not so legal love potions," Hermione said worriedly.

The others gave her expectant looks.

"Like what?" Zabini asked.

Hermione grimaced. "Maternus Exilery."

Zabini gasped. "No way!"

"What is 'Maternus Exilery'?" the other two asked.

"A banned potion," Zabini replied. "It can land you in Azkaban."

"What does it do?" Luna asked.

Again Zabini replied. "It makes the person that drinks it go into heat and impregnate the other. It is given to infertile couples under direct observation in St. Mungo's. But outside the hospital the use is as illegal as an Unforgivable."

Luna and Neville cringed.

"And Harry is alone," Hermione whispered.

Harry waved his hand to make air. A soft flush marred his cheeks.

"Is it hot in here or what?" he asked Draco Malfoy.

The blond was in a similar state. His face was a tone darker and he played with the collar of his robes.

"Weird, I feel it as well,' Draco told him. "Maybe it is from the drinks."

"Maybe," Harry relented.

A few minutes passed.

"This is too much, I'm going to get some air," Harry muttered. "Coming, Malfoy?"

The blond nodded. They placed their goblets on a tray and were in a hurry to leave. They stumbled out in the corridor, but the cool air of the castle did nothing to cool them down.

"It doesn't make sense, it's still February," the blond muttered.

He blushed when he saw the dark haired boy unbutton his dress robes. He looked away before he was caught staring.

"I need water," Harry muttered.

"Want to go back inside?" Draco suggested.

Harry shook his head.

The blond cursed, much to Harry's amusement, and unbuttoned his robes as well.

"Hot, Draco?" The name escaped him before he could think.

The Slytherin sighed at the slight relief as the breeze washed over him. A scant second later he was hot again.

"This is useless," he exclaimed. "And did you just call me by my name?"

Harry just laughed. "Come on, we'll get to the kitchens and ask the elves for something cold."

"I don't know the way."

"Luckily, I do," Harry told him. He grabbed Draco's hand and that moment the heat disappeared to be replaced with hunger. Without thought, Harry pulled the other boy against him. They were not all that different in height and so they were able to stare at each other's eyes.

"Harry." Draco's breath caressed Harry's lips and the Gryffindor leaned forward, kissing him softly.

Draco took a deep breath when the other boy kissed him. It was what he had wanted for the past few years.

'So soft, so sweet,' Draco thought.

None of the boys considered why they were much cooler or why they could not bring themselves to part ways.

Harry pulled back for as long as it took to take a breath and kissed the blond again. This time the kiss was more intimate as his tongue entered the other boy's mouth and a second tongue joined the first. Harry moaned when the blond kissed him back aggressively. Draco felt like he was dreaming; only this was much better. He pushed Harry against the wall and proceeded to ravish his mouth as his hands began to trace down the Gryffindor's body. Harry gasped when Draco's hands strayed to his lower regions.

"Draco."

"Mmm," the blond mumbled as he licked Harry's chin.

The dark haired boy shivered. "Not here."

"Then where?"

"Bed."

Without really looking where they were going, Draco led Harry to the Slytherin Dorms.

The two boys parted enough so that Draco could tell the password. They stumbled into the common room. It was quiet as it was well after midnight and Draco led Harry to his private room.

Harry pushed Draco on the bed.

"The door," Draco told him.

"Fuck the door."

"I'd rather fuck you," Draco whispered. "Without interruptions."

Harry swore colourfully as he locked the door with a spell and then put a silencing spell for good measure. The blond just looked as Harry took off his robes urgently. He licked his lips at the first glimpse of tanned skin. Before Harry could reach his pants, the belt unbuckled on its own and then his pants were on the floor. He raised an eyebrow at the boy that was eating him with his eyes.

"Naughty," Harry shook his head and focused on his task. He crawled over Draco's body, his hands clutching the boy's shirt. Without a word he tore it off the pale body.

Draco was indignant at Harry, but his anger evaporated once the green eyed boy closed his mouth over one of his nipples. Draco gasped at the feeling. Soon Harry began to move lower, kissing and licking his way to the waist of Draco's pants. The blond tried to make the boy stop just to rid the obstacles, when his pants and underwear vanished.

"What the-"

"Much better," Harry said satisfied.

Before the Slytherin had a chance to question him, Harry's mouth touched his cock.

Draco drew a deep breath as the brunet began to pay attention to him. He licked and kissed and sucked and the blond squirmed.

"Harry…"

Harry brought one of his hands around the base of his shaft and with the other he fondled his sack. Draco's hips bucked and he thrust in his mouth. Harry released him with a smirk and Draco whimpered at the lack of friction.

"Harry…" he whined.

"Shush," he told the blond as he crawled up his body till they were face to face and they were kissing again.

Ron found the group in a state of distress. Hermione and Luna were about to go and wake Professor McGonagall.

"What's wrong?" he demanded, directing a glare at Zabini.

"Someone wants to slip 'Maternus Exilery' to Harry," Hermione told him.

Behind them, Slughorn choked on his drink.

"What!" he shouted.

The students were so worried that he knew they were serious.

"Go search for Potter, I'll tell McGonagall and then I'll join you," he told them.

Harry was over Draco, the blond was on his back, his strong legs thrown over the brunet's shoulders.

Draco gasped as a well lubricated finger found way into his tight passage. Soon a second one joined and the blond squirmed.

"Did I hurt you?" Harry asked.

"I need…inside…now," was all Draco could say. All the while he was thankful for magic. Had Harr not used spells this would not have been possible.

Harry kissed Draco's neck as the tip of his cock was poised at the blonde's entrance. Slowly and gently he entered him. At first his companion stiffened but soon he was crying out his pleasure as Harry kept thrusting inside him, bumping his prostate.

Harry felt pressure in his loins and with a few more thrusts he spilled inside the blond.

Draco caught him and eased him at his side. Then he poked the emerald eyed boy.

Harry opened an eye to see the furious blond glaring at him.

"Can I help you?" he said feigning innocence.

Draco smacked him on the chest, his hand lingering to twist one of his nipples, before Harry caught it and pulled it to his mouth.

"You haven't finished, have you?" he inquired.

Draco was close to tears.

"Want to come?" Harry asked.

"Inside you," Draco gritted out.

Harry nodded and the pale boy climbed on top of him, kissing him hard on the lips.

"I should torture you, you know," Draco hissed. "But I'm not in the best state right now."

Harry suddenly was worried that he went a bit far with teasing Draco. The Slytherin took hold of his cock and begun his task of working him up to a similar state of need to the one he was in.

"WHAT?" McGonagall was livid. In all her years as a professor she had never had a similar problem with any of the students, but for the past six years it was all excitement and adventure, which was more than her heart could hope to take.

Slughorn panted behind her as she marched towards the Headmaster's office. On their way they came across Snape.

"Professors, is there something wrong?" he drawled, raising an eyebrow at McGonagall's robes and Slughorn's red face.

"Come along, Severus," the Transfiguration's teacher said. "I'll explain once we get to the Headmaster's office."

Albus Dumbledore was waiting for them when the trio entered his office.

"Minerva, what's the matter?" he asked with genial concern.

"Some student or students have made a 'Maternus Exilery' potion and we fear it is for Potter," she said.

Snape blanched. "No student in this school is qualified to do so," he said once he got over his shock.

"Minerva, that is serious," the headmaster stressed. "Are you certain of this?"

"I know how serious this is, Albus. I found the cauldron and the remnants along with Miss Granger. She was the one who told me about the love potions some girls tried to give to the boy," the witch explained. "I may not be a Potion's Master, but I remember the scent from my days as a student."

"Love potions are completely harmless compared to 'Maternus Exilery'," Slughorn said. "And those potions were nasty."

"We all remember Longbottom singing for Abbot," Snape muttered.

"Yes, the boy can't sing to save his life," Slughorn commented.

Dumbledore's pointed cough brought them to the problem at hand.

"And where is Mr. Potter right now?" he asked.

"He is not at the party, but his friends are searching for him," Slughorn supplied.

The four of them decided to go the Gryffindor dorms to check for Granger and the others.

"Severus, can you make an antidote?" Dumbledore asked.

"There is no antidote. It lasts for eight hours and the only way to speed things up is through…intercourse. But…"

Dumbledore frowned. "Severus…"

The former Potion's teacher stopped and pulled the headmaster aside.

"Well, the 'Maternus Exilery' is best used on females," Snape muttered. "The correct potion for males is the 'Fraternus' version."

The other two that were in the front stopped dead at those words.

"Dear Merlin, he's right," Slughorn said.

"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione's voice cut through the tense silence.

They saw the girl running towards them, followed closely by Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley and Blaise Zabini. Snape was rather surprised by the last member of the group.

"Professors," the sole Slytherin student said.

"Did you find Potter?" Slughorn urged.

"He's not in the dorm," said Ron.

"Nor the kitchens," said Ginny.

"Or any restroom," Neville said.

"Nothing from the dungeons," said Zabini.

"No one has seen him," Luna replied. "I asked my dorm-mates in Ravenclaw."

"And he's not at Hagrid's either," Hermione finished.

"Good lord, you searched all those places?" McGonagall was rather impressed.

"Yes!" the students replied.

Dumbledore bore his blue eyes on Hermione. "Perhaps you should seek some assistance to reveal this mischief?" he asked her.

She and Ron jumped like a current went through them. The rest were completely lost at what the elderly wizard meant.

"I'll be back. Ron," Hermione urged.

The two Gryffindor's set off running.

"Professor?" McGonagall asked.

"We wait outside Gryffindor Dorms," Dumbledore told them and the group nodded.

Snape fell back, Zabini walking at his side.

"What were you doing with the dream team?" he asked the boy.

"We were talking at the party," Blaise said.

Snape raised an eyebrow in pointed disbelief.

"I was doing a favour for Granger and that is as far as I'm willing to go."

Snape nodded. "Weren't you going with Draco?" the professor asked.

Blaise stopped walking as he considered this. "I lost him in the crowd, he must be pissed."

"I imagine he would be," Snape said mildly.

Draco Malfoy thrust inside his lover again. The other boy grunted in pleasure.

"Harder," the green eyed boy panted.

Draco picked up the pace and soon they were both shouting each other's names. Draco collapsed on Harry, the brunet kissing him lightly on his damp forehead.

"Mmm," the blond sighed against his neck.

"Tired?" Harry asked eagerly.

Draco opened one eye. He bit his lip. "Give me a couple of minutes."

Harry chuckled.

Hermione entered the boys' dorm, Ron following a breath away.

"What's going on?" the red head asked. "What did Dumbledore mean?"

"The Marauder's Map," Hermione responded.

Ron slapped himself. "Why didn't we think of this sooner?"

Hermione ignored him.

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good," she recited.

The two Gryffindor's began to search the various dots that were scattered around the castle. For ten minutes straight they could find nothing wrong on the map except that it did not have their friend on it.

"Hey, 'Mione, what's with Malfoy's dot?" Ron asked.

On the map, the dot that was Draco Malfoy seemed to cover another dot. Hermione squinted her eyes in concentration.

"It looks like he's on top of someone."

"Oh, yeah, like snogging." Ron frowned. "Think he's with someone?"

Hermione made a face. "I feel like a pervert."

"You are the pervert? Imagine the one snogging the prat," Ron told her.

Then Malfoy's dot moved and the two friends gasped.

"Oh, bloody hell!" they said together.

Harry drew Draco back for another kiss. The blond mewled as their tongues clashed.

"Like a kitten," Harry teased.

The blond pouted. "I am not a kitten. A tiger, maybe, a lion I could digest, but never a kitten! It's degrading."

"A little snake then?" Harry suggested.

Draco licked his cheek before gently nipping the skin. "I can live with that," he muttered as he dived under the covers.

Harry drew a deep breath as the blond pressed his hardness against his thigh.

"Top or bottom?" Malfoy asked.

"What do you want?" Harry asked.

Draco smirked as he grasped the boy's hard member.

"Ah, Draco, don't do that," Harry warned.

The blonde pumped him till he was fully erect and then guided himself over him. Spells were muttered and magic prepared and eased their union. Harry gasped as Draco took him inside, inch by inch.

Dumbledore looked up when Hermione and Ron came out. She had a funny hue of red all over her face and Weasley looked about ready to faint.

"Mister Weasley, Miss Granger," McGonagall asked.

"Did you find Harry?" Neville asked.

Snape was getting impatient and was about to snap at them, but the girl spoke up.

"He's with someone," she managed to get out.

There was a collective groan.

"Where are they now?" Dumbledore asked.

"Somewhere in the dungeons," Ron said.

"Who is the lucky girl?" Snape demanded.

At that Hermione and Ron turned a vivid red.

"It's not a girl," Hermione whispered.

There was a long pause.

"Thank Merlin," McGonagall said. "Let's go separate them."

"No!" Hermione and Ron yelled. It was almost comical to see how anxious they were, almost. The situation was very serious and there was no hope for divine intervention.

"Who is the boy?" Dumbledore asked slowly.

The two friends shared a look and Hermione broke it first. Her voice, when she spoke, was barely above a whisper.

"Draco Malfoy," she told them.

There were many gasps at that piece of information before the group sprang into action and raced to the dungeons. The students were made to wait outside the Slytherin Dorms, even Zabini who stayed there, as the professors and the Headmaster attempted to control the damage.

They reached Malfoy's room and Dumbledore tapped the door with his wand.

"There's a silencing spell here and wards to prevent the door from opening. Impressive!" Dumbledore informed the professors.

"With all due respect, sir, we should focus on opening the door," Snape reminded him.

"Yes, of course," Dumbledore agreed. He tried several times to lower the wards but he did not dare to lower the silencing spell and none of the adults said anything on that.

Dumbledore turned to face the three professors.

"Is there something wrong?" McGonagal asked.

The headmaster hesitated. He coughed a bit, stalling.

"Are the wards lowered?" Snape asked.

"Yes, but there's the matter of who will go inside," Dumbledore said.

McGonagall blushed. "I'd prefer to stay here," she said quickly.

Slughorn was in no hurry to enter either. Dumbledore looked at Snape but the DADA teacher was glaring at the door.

"No volunteers?" the Headmaster asked.

"Call Zabini or Granger," Snape suggested. "Neither of the Weasley's are in a position to do it, neither Longbottom nor Lovegood, who might get hit by a curse if she comments on anything," he reasoned.

"Excellent idea, Severus. Minerva, please fetch them," Dumbledore said.

The witch was more than happy to comply. Soon the two students were there, gaping at their professors.

"I can't!" Hermione squeaked. "It's Harry! And Malfoy! With each other!" she shuddered.

"Thank you for the reminder Miss Granger," Snape snapped as he shuddered as well. "Congratulations Mister Zabini, now get in."

The Slytherin student paused. "Can either of you Obliviate me after this is over?" he asked the professors.

"With pleasure," Snape, McGonagall and Slughorn said in unison.

Zabini opened the door, his eyes closed as he walked forward in the room relying on his memories alone.

He blushed as he heard grunts and laboured breathing and the sound of the bed strings squeaking. Not to mention that he could practically smell the sex in the air.

Tentatively he opened his eyes and closed them almost instantly. The sight of the two of them, pale skin against bronze, fair hair against dark, his best friend moving over the Boy-Who-Lived, it was simply too much for him.

"Guys? Could you put some clothes on? Please?" he spoke out loud.

The pair on the bed stilled and stiffened.

With reflexes honed from playing as seeker at Quidditch Harry pulled the comforter over his lover and him.

"Blaise!" Draco exclaimed.

"Zabini," Harry said at the same time.

Then the pair yelled "Out!" at the same time.

When Blaise did not move, he felt something push against his chest and he found himself flying backwards, out of the room and on the stone floor outside.

"Hi, professors," he said with a sheepish smile.

Hermione hurried to help him to his feet. Blaise thanked her for her help and straightened his robes.

"They hexed you?" Slughorn asked.

"Um, no, maybe… They had no wands at hand but then again I did not look too close," Blaise muttered as he rubbed his chest.

"Right," McGonagall shifted uneasily.

"Did you separate them?" Snape asked.

Blaise turned red as he mumbled something. He was not asked to repeat it.

Dumbledore walked to the door again and saw that the wards were back on. He pinched the base of his nose as he sighed.

"We wait till the potion stops its effects," he decided.

Snape frowned but said nothing more. He was not putting his mental health on the line for anyone.

"The students will return to their beds and speak nothing about this incident. Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, please escort them. Horace, you have a party to return to. After you are done, please return here."

They all nodded and hurried to obey.

Dumbledore materialized a comfortable armchair and a book to read as he waited for the hours to pass.

Draco soon forgot all about Blaise and focused back on the boy beneath him.

"Now, where were we?"

The next morning:

Harry Potter had a hard time waking up that morning. His body was rather sore and he expected to have cramps. Despite the odd soreness he was pleasantly warm and content. It took him a few more minutes to realize that there was someone else on the bed with him. This made him open his eyes in alarm. He was greeted with the view of a pale blond head; a very familiar head.

'Oh, Merlin! What a mess!' he groaned mentally.

Draco Malfoy was suspended between dreamland and reality. He felt warm and comfortable, though his pillow was not as soft as he remembered, despite the wonderful smell it had, and the fact he felt rather sore at certain parts of his body. Groggily he opened his eyes and he noticed something very important.

He was not wearing any clothes at all.

Also, he was in his bed, but another body was sprawled under him; another male body.

'Dear Salazar, what did I do last night?' he wondered.

Ron woke up early, despite staying up late that night. At first he was calm and serene, but as he remembered the reason he felt tired he sat up and swore.

Across the room Neville Longbottom had a similar reaction.

The two boys stared at each other and left their beds in a hurry, ignoring the threats of the other boys that shared their dorm. The duo stumbled in the common room to meet with Hermione and Ginny, both girls frantic.

"Luna is waiting for us at the hall," Hermione said without preamble.

The boys nodded and together the Gryffindor's set off towards the dungeons.

Blaise Zabini woke up with a start. Everything in his room was still quiet, the snoring of the other boys steady. For a moment he was confused, but the events of the previous night came back to him.

"Oh, shit!"

Albus Dumbledore closed his book with a loud snap, starting Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall from their nap.

"It's morning," he informed them pleasantly.

They all looked at the warded door. Dumbledore had checked sometime around four in the morning and realized that the wards were down. That meant that the two boys were finally asleep. He said so to the Heads of their Houses, much to their horror and embarrassment.

"Shall we?" he asked them.

Draco raised his head to stare into the sparkling emerald eyes of the boy he had slept with.

"'Morning, Dra-Malfoy," Harry said with a sheepish smile.

Draco rolled away from the naked Gryffindor, a blush marring his features.

"Ha-Potter," the blond swallowed hard.

The door opened wide and the boys stilled on the bed. Then they pulled the comforter tighter around them, mortified at getting caught by their headmaster and two professors.

"You are awake, then," Dumbledore commented, not really looking at the boys themselves. McGonagall refused to even look at the general direction of the bed and Snape seemed to be rather interested at the ceiling.

"Why are we naked?" the Golden Boy asked.

"What are we doing in my bed?" Draco asked instead.

The adults grimaced. There was a moment of silence.

"We slept together, didn't we?" Harry stated rather than asked.

Draco saw Dumbledore nod. Strangely it was not such a bad thought to him. It was rather comforting to know he had slept with the boy, comforting and pleasing and amazing, not that he would ever say so aloud. He had spent a night with the man he had been in love with for two years. The memories of those precious hours were coming to him, the corridor, the kissing, rolling around on the sheets, getting caught by Blaise.

He looked up startled and saw that Harry had reached the same conclusion.

"Shit!" they said together.

They groaned and fell back in the sheets, staring up at the ceiling.

"We are so fucked," they muttered together.

The professors blushed but the boys were beyond caring about the language they used and the other meaning of their words.

"You should get dressed," Dumbledore suggested. "We will wait for you outside."

Once Harry and Draco were alone they refused to look at each other. The fished their clothes from around the floor, silently exchanging articles of clothing when they confused them. They just wore their under-robes, not bothering with the dress robes. For once Draco Malfoy did not bother to correct his hair. The whole situation was beyond real. They left the room to face the music with their professors.

Dumbledore gave the boys sympathetic looks.

"You must want answers for what happened," he began. "Well, it seems that you were under the influence of a potion named 'Maternus Exilery'…"

"No way," Draco gasped.

"I'm afraid so, mister Malfoy," Snape said.

Draco leaned against the wall. That explained quite a lot actually but the shock of it was still new.

Harry for once knew about that potion, since second year in fact, when Hermione was making the Polyjuice Potion. That book had the complete recipe for it.

"Isn't that illegal?" he asked the Headmaster, not daring to look him in the eye.

Dumbledore sighed. "I'm afraid so."

"How?" Draco got out. He was too angry to form sentences, too hurt to rage at the incompetent adults.

"Someone must have slipped it to Potter and then he jumped you," Snape said as he glared the Gryffindor.

Harry stiffened at the unspoken accusation, feeling sick to his stomach at the mere thought of forcing anyone, much more the boy he liked.

Draco drew a deep breath. 'No,' he thought. 'That isn't true. I was willing. It was mutual.' He was on the verge of tears.

"No," the Slytherin got out. He noticed then how the other boy had paled. He was not going to let them think ill of his lover. He did a thing that was unlike a Malfoy, he told the truth. "I remember being extremely hot. That's how we left the party. We were thirsty."

Snape frowned at what his student revealed. It was the main symptom of the potion, which only brought up more problems.

"That means that Malfoy had also been under the influence of the potion," said Snape.

"How?" asked McGonagall.

The boys shared a look.

"The mead," they said.

The adults were confused.

"We were bored," Harry started. "And, um, Draco approached me, we began talking-"

"-About Blaise and Granger," Malfoy continued. "Then he took a sip from the drink."

Harry swallowed hard. "He asked if it was any good-"

"-Harry said yes and I took a sip from his drink," Draco finished.

None of the adults asked how those rivals shared a conversation and a drink. They all groaned at how it had happened.

"You two need to see Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore said gently.

The boys were alarmed.

"It is for your good," McGonagall said. "The potion might have had side effects."

"And for possible…aches," said Snape with a cough.

The boys nodded numbly and followed the witch outside. Dumbledore and Snape watched them go.

"This is bad," Snape muttered.

"They must still be in shock," Dumbledore decided. "We have to inform the families."

Snape was sceptical. "Is that wise?"

"We are beyond options. My primarily concern is about their mental welfare. Whoever brewed that potion is practically a rapist. I need you to start an investigation, Severus. And perhaps you are right about the parents. I would like to wait a bit, give them time to get over the shock. If they had to face their families now…"

Snape nodded.

"I'm going to the infirmary. And then deal with the boys' friends," Dumbledore finished.

Harry and Draco were delivered in the care of Madame Pomfrey by a distraught McGonagall. The medi-witch was already aware of the situation and ushered the boys to beds before giving them a full physical exam. She asked many questions, some of them rather embarrassing, before giving them an odd potion that smelled like the mead.

"Professor Snape readied it the moment we realized which potion you were given," she told them. "It's going to alleviate certain…urges."

Harry nodded and took the vial. He dawned it at once and grimaced. The taste was rather bad. Draco had a similar expression.

"Can we go now?" Harry asked the witch.

"Not yet," she said while giving them a solemn look.

As soon as she left them, Draco groaned. Harry looked at him for the first time. He was paler than normal and he seemed rather angry.

"I'm sorry," he said to the teen.

"What?" the blond raised his eyes to look at him.

"I said I am sorry. For last night I mean." Harry swallowed. "It was meant for me and you got under the influence…For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

Draco looked incredulous. Harry closed his eyes and braced himself for the outburst he knew he deserved. Suddenly he felt arms around him, hugging him tightly. Harry opened his eyes and saw a blond head resting against his chest.

"You are an idiot Harry," the Slytherin whispered. He looked up, grey eyes meeting green. "I'm not angry at you. I could never be."

"But I took…"

Draco tilted his head up and kissed the Gryffindor, effectively shutting him up. They kissed languidly, tongues caressing each other. When they pulled back panting smiles formed on both faces.

Harry swallowed. "Does that mean…you like me?" he asked Draco.

"For some time now," the blond admitted. "Same question."

"I've liked you for a while now," Harry told him. "I'm sorry that last night wasn't just us, but I don't regret it."

Draco smiled at that. "I'm glad."

Harry leaned down and kissed the blond again. Draco moaned into the kiss and gradually straddled Harry's lap. Harry drew him closer, his hands slipping under the hospital gown to tease the blond. Draco bit his lip lightly at the unexpected touch and Harry licked the spot to sooth it.

"Mm, that's nice," Draco sighed as he rested his head on the brunet's shoulder. Harry ran his hand through the blond hair. It was softer than he imagined and he told him so. Draco leaned into the touch.

Several minutes passed and the two teens heard voices gradually coming closer.

"Damn," Draco muttered as he scrambled to his feet with his lover's help. He hurried to his bed and barely had time to get under the covers.

"Harry!" Hermione, Ron, Neville and Ginny said as they came inside. Luna followed them silently. Blaise entered right after her and headed straight for Draco's bed.

Draco snuck a look at the other patient and saw him feel smothered by his friends. He actually looked cute lying there with Granger and Weasley fussing over him like a couple of mother hens. He turned to look at his friend and saw Blaise giving him a consoling look.

"You okay, Draco?" he asked his friend.

"Um, yes. Were you in the room at some point?" Draco asked, refusing to meet his eyes.

Blaise turned red to the root of his neck. "Yeah, I was to separate you. I obviously failed. I'm sorry."

"-what happened," Hermione asked her friend.

Draco shifted uneasily on his bed.

Harry told something to his friends and they parted so that the boy could actually look at Draco.

"Wanna tell them together?" Harry asked him.

Draco thought about it and nodded. It was strangely pleasing to have Harry ask his opinion on something.

Harry swallowed and began telling them what had happened the previous night. By the time he was done, Hermione looked ready to kill someone.

"Those bitches! If I ever find them…"

"They're going to Azkaban," Draco told her. "For a decade at least."

The girl nodded. "Are you okay Malfoy?" she asked.

The blond was startled at her concern, but shrugged anyway. "It has yet to sink in," he admitted.

Harry had a similar expression.

Hermione and the rest of them offered their sympathies while the two boys could only think of the kiss they had shared while being lucid in the infirmary.

Two Weeks Later:

Ron bounced into the Gryffindor Common Room grinning. Hermione was not far behind, a scowl on her face.

"Lighten up, Mione," he whined. "Just an all Quidditch weekend."

"Next year we have our NEWTs. How can you expect to pass them if you don't study?" she demanded. "Harry, am I right or what? Tell him."

Harry, who was in the process of passing them to get out of the Dorms, paused.

"I really have no time," he told them.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked eager to escape his bookworm friend.

"Actually, Dumbledore asked for me," Harry replied.

The red head looked disappointed but Harry was already running late.

Hermione frowned as she watched him go.

"What is it?" Ron asked her.

"I'm worried about him," she said simply.

"Why?"

She glared him. "Don't tell me you don't see it?"

Ron shrugged. "Harry is a bit down lately, true, but nothing can be done. You don't think he still frets about what happened with Malfoy?"

"I'm afraid so," Hermione admitted. "Harry got one night with the boy he lo-likes. He's not likely to forget any time soon."

Harry exited Dumbledore's office after midnight feeling beat. His stomach gave a low rumble and he cursed. Lately he felt rather hungry, especially at the oddest hours of the night. At a second rumble he decided to head to the kitchens before going to bed. Pulling his invisibility cloak around him he began his trek.

As he turned around a corner he saw Malfoy and another prefect part ways. The blond was heading his way and Harry smirked. It had been three days since the last time they had any time alone. They barely had time to snog, much less shag each other, or privacy for that matter since they were almost always under constant surveillance, be it from their friends or the various staff members. He knew it was for their safety, but it was getting annoying and rather frustrating.

He waited for the boy to come closer before grabbing him by the waist and pulling him under the cloak.

"Hey, watch it you…Harry," Draco finished as he stared into the eyes of the boy he had missed so much.

Harry found himself being kissed senseless by the blond. The Slytherin was voracious, biting and nipping and licking. Once he had released the dark haired boy he hugged him. Harry chuckled at his boyfriend's antics.

"Missed you too," Harry whispered.

Draco pulled back slightly but enough to see into green eyes. "It's been a while," he whined. "Do you know how hot you looked today in potions? I wanted to ravage you right there and damn Snape and the rest of the class."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "Someone is getting bolder."

Draco snorted before snogging with him again. Harry sighed into the kiss, enjoying holding the slim boy. When they parted again they were both flushed and glowing.

"What are you doing out so late?" Draco asked Harry.

The other boy shook his head. "Can't tell you Dray."

Draco sighed. "Nothing dangerous, right?"

"No! I just had some business with Dumbledore."

Draco relaxed. "Good, because I'd hate to dock you any points."

"Getting soft, aren't we?"

"Malfoys are not soft!" the blond was indignant.

"Soooo, do you have any time this week?" Harry asked.

Draco smirked. "After the match on Saturday," he said.

Harry licked his lips, Draco's eyes following the movement. "Where?"

"Broom closet," Draco said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Give the victor his spoils, will you?" Harry teased.

"Who said that you're the victor?" Draco challenged.

"I always win," Harry stated.

Draco pouted prettily. "Not this time," he said stubbornly.

Harry nipped the tip of his nose before releasing the boy. "Dream on Draco," he said as he retreated.

The Slytherin shook his head and smiled as he too turned to leave.

On Saturday morning Harry had difficulty getting out of his bed. He felt weak and light headed, but under Ron's pressure he stood up and tried to get ready. Half way to the showers he fainted.

At the same time in the dungeons a similar incident took place. Draco Malfoy had been up most of the night and practically attached to the toilet seat as he kept vomiting every three hours. Severus Snape was the one to make the boy go to the infirmary.

Madame Pomfrey shook her head in disapproval when Ron and Hermione brought an unconscious Harry Potter in.

"Dear Merlin, what now?" she asked.

"He just fainted, the moment he got up," Ron urged.

The witch ushered the unconscious boy to a bed. Only then Hermione and Ron saw a pale, sickly looking Draco Malfoy resting in one of the beds. Blaise was standing by the boy's bed.

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"He emptied his stomach all night," Blaise replied. "And Potter?"

"Fainted," Ron replied. "Could this be from the potion?"

The other two shrugged.

Pomfrey entered again, Snape following behind her. "Alright boys and girl, out! I need to see to the boys."

For once Hermione and Ron made no protest. They were too worried to argue with the school nurse. Blaise followed them out.

Snape stared at the boys. "Get some blood, will you Poppy? I need to run some tests."

Madame Pomphrey nodded and got some vials. With a syringe she took blood from each of the boys and handed it to the Potions Master. Snape nodded.

"Why blood tests though?" Madame Pomphrey asked him.

"Something that Dumbledore thought. Not to worry," he replied absently as he pocketed the vials and left.

Madame Pomphrey was able to get back to her patients.

Number 12, Grimmauld Place:

"What!" Sirius demanded.

"Dumbledore Flooed in earlier. He would have told you himself but he had no time," Lupin replied.

"Someone slipped a potion to my godson, an illegal one mind you, and I just have to calm down?" Sirius growled.

Molly and Arthur, along with Moody and Tonks were also present that morning in the kitchen. Lupin swallowed as he prepared to deliver the next piece of news.

"Can I have your wand?" Lupin asked his best friend.

"What for?" Sirius demanded.

With a flick of his wand Moody took it.

"Hey!" Sirius exclaimed.

"It's for your own good," Moody growled. "Go on, Remus."

"The potion was accidentally consumed by Harry and another student, Draco Malfoy," Lupin begun.

"What potion was it?" Sirius said anxiously.

"Maternus Exilery," Lupin whispered.

The explosion was immediate.

Molly, Arthur, Moody and Tonks were on their feet, pale as sheet and yelling: "What?"

But Sirius' voice was the loudest. "WHAT?"

Lupin cringed. "You heard me."

"W-When did this happen?" Molly whispered.

"Two weeks ago. Dumbledore is holding an investigation and Aurors from the Ministry are in on this. Kingsley leads the investigation," Lupin added.

"And Harry?" Molly asked.

"He's good, considering…" Lupin said.

"I want to see him," Sirius said.

Lupin nodded. "We are welcome to stay for the weekend, all of us. And stay away from the Malfoys."

"Malfoys?" Arthur asked.

"I told you, Draco Malfoy was also affected. The two of them…" Lupin swallowed. "They… spent the night together."

Silence met his words. Tonks was the first to break it.

"Should we get ready?" she asked.

The others nodded wordlessly. Lupin stole a glance at Sirius and he could see that his friend was fuming. If-When the ones responsible were found he was bound to do something stupid.

'Not that I would blame him,' Lupin realized.

Hogwarts:

Harry came to his senses, feeling his head heavy. Draco sat up on his bed and his paler than normal face broke into a grin.

"Harry?" he whispered.

Harry opened an eye and smiled at the boy. "Draco? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, well, I missed the beds," he said sarcastically.

"Dray?"

"I was sick all night," the blond admitted. "I heard you fainted."

Harry nodded. "What about the game?"

"The last time I asked Pomfrey she yelled at me," Draco frowned.

Harry groaned.

"My sentiments exactly," Draco said. "I still believe we will kick your arses."

Harry snorted. "Dream on!"

"I see you are awake," Dumbledore entered with a grave face. Pomfrey was pale and would not look at the boys. Snape was paler than normal and actually looked sorry for the boys. Harry and Draco were alarmed.

"What's going on?" Draco asked.

"Your blood results," Snape said. "I have them."

"Okay, what's wrong then?" Harry demanded.

"Complications from the potion? The flu? What?" Draco demanded.

"Sir?" Harry asked Dumbledore.

The Headmaster sighed. "The tests showed what I feared."

Both boys were fed up with the secrecy. "And?" they said together.

"You are pregnant."

End of part one