Harry�s heart was doing somersaults as he entered the Great Hall for breakfast. He and Draco had been up nearly all night trying out a new bottle of Bertie Bott�s Every-Flavored Lubricant�and hours and hours of Malfoy�s flavor alone was enough to send him to the moon. He wondered if Draco was as completely swept away as he was by the memory; he didn�t even attempt to concentrate on what Hermione was saying as he joined her and Ron for bagels and orange juice, which he then proceeded to completely ignore in favor of staring out the window, reliving the dream that had been Draco in his arms.
All at once a loud, sustained roar of whistles, shouts, and catcalls arose from the Slytherin section. It was instantly joined with cries and applause from every corner, and jerking his head around Harry instantly saw, to his delight and horror, the cause of the commotion.
Draco Malfoy was swaggering to the center of the room, his eyes bright with mischief, his deep green Quidditch robes flowing out behind him and his long silver-blonde hair, still wet from his shower, tucked carelessly and irresistibly behind his ears. Harry didn�t realize his mouth had gone dry until he tried to reply to Hermione�s insistent, �Harry, what�s going on? What�s Malfoy doing?� and found that he had no voice left.
Apparently the rest of Hogwarts had some inkling of what Draco was up to, but Harry and Hermione looked on in confusion. As they watched Malfoy walk forward towards the podium where a smattering of teachers sat looking on approvingly, Harry swore he heard Ron say, �I can�t believe he�s actually going to do it!�
Harry leaned forward and gripped Ron by his shirtfront. �What did you just say?�
Ron blinked at him. �Blimey, Harry, you mean you didn�t hear?�
�Hear what?� Harry snapped. Somehow he didn�t like the looks of this�
�Well, let go of me and I�ll tell you!� Harry did so irritably, casting a wary glance at his lover, who was conversing with Dumbledore about something and had yet to throw a single glance his direction. He forced himself to focus on what Ron was saying and not the feline body of the Slytherin, the body that had given him such pleasure and brought him to ecstasy more times than he could remember.
�Last week Malfoy bet on the outcome of the Quidditch match against George and Fred,� Ron informed them both. �They got into an argument in the locker room and Fred bet Malfoy that Hufflepuff would win or else Draco would have to put a Confundus charm on the faculty and do a striptease in front of the entire school. They thought he knew they were joking but then Malfoy called their bluff and took them up on it.�
�In exchange for what, if the twins lost?� Hermione said, wide-eyed, sipping her orange juice without apparently noticing what she was doing.
�Uh�as to that, I�I�m not exactly sure,� Ron faltered.
�So you�re saying that Malfoy�s about to�to�� Harry trailed off and just stared.
�That�s what it looks like, doesn�t it?�
Malfoy was by this time finished speaking to Dumbledore, who was sitting back in his chair with a very innocuous smile on his face, watching the Slytherin with an air of mild bemusement. Indeed, all the teachers were smiling and nodding as Draco turned to the audience of several hundred student and said, �Sonorous,� so that his voice echoed over the hall.
He�s incredible, thought Harry. Look at him: no one can take their eyes off him. He certainly couldn�t.
�Uh�good morning,� said Malfoy in his pleasant, naturally elegant drawl, now magnified to sound even more articulate and distinct as it rang throughout the room. He was answered with waves upon waves of screams and yells, which he silenced with a graceful wave of his hand and a demure smile. �I would like to thank the Hufflepuff Quidditch team for putting me in this position.� He eyed their table with a smirk. �Actually, I suppose it�s Ravenclaw I owe my thanks to, because they had to go and play the WORLD�S SUCKIEST GAME OF QUIDDITCH!� He advanced upon them and yelled at Cho. �What, were you blind?� �The Snitch was right in front of you three times and you couldn�t even follow it!�
Cho, instead of getting mad, giggled and shook her head. �Ah,� said Malfoy with a debonair grin, �I bet I know what you were doing.� He knelt down to Cho�s level and held out his wand to her like a microphone. She leaned into it appropriately. �Tell me, you were really looking for that Snitch, weren�t you?� He let her follow his gaze and pointed his head�
At Harry.
Harry gasped, but everyone else, including Cho, seemed to think this was complete fun. Cho laughed lightly and bent towards the wand/mike. �Yes!� she said giddily, her voice a crazy sing-song Harry wasn�t exactly familiar with. He felt his cheeks beginning to burn, and tried desperately to escape the quizzical gazes staring at him from all around.
�He�s quite the catch, isn�t he?� said Malfoy, still with that same laidback smile. Cho nodded her head enthusiastically. �Great figure, supple thighs, tight little ass�I bet you�d really like to gobble that up, wouldn�t you?�
�Oh, absolutely,� replied Cho.
Harry�s eyes widened, and he turned around to stare helplessly at Hermione, who was looking back at him with her mouth parted halfway and her tongue dangling a little brazenly out of her mouth. When their eyes met, she licked her lips tantalizingly, and said, �Well, she�s got great taste, Harry, honestly!�
It was then that Harry, in shock, realized what had happened:
Malfoy hadn�t just Confunded the faculty; he had Confunded everyone.
�So tell me, Cho,� Malfoy was saying easily. �Would you rather it be Harry Potter up here, or me?�
�I�d like to see you both bumping and grinding and getting it on with each other while we all watch,� Cho replied matter-of-factly.
�Is that so?� Malfoy grinned. For the first time he looked over at Harry, whose expression of consternation and confused horror was priceless, and smiled just for him. The look sent shivers through Harry, who couldn�t help grinning back at him. God, please don�t let anyone else remember this�please please please�
�Mr. Potter,� Malfoy was addressing him, calmly walking through the crowd towards him. �Miss Chang has suggested you join me. How about it?� Harry blanched. �I bet Miss Granger would be happy to second Miss Chang�s idea, wouldn�t you, Miss Granger?�
�Actually, I was hoping you�d undress Harry and then stroke him to a climax,� Hermione piped in the same tone she used to answer questions in class. �Or you could always hump him. I�m sure you�re both rabid fuck-bunnies.�
�Hermione!!� Now Harry was positively frightened. He backed away from the Gryffindor table in shock only to find Draco�s hand resting consolingly on his shoulder.
�Now, now, Potter,� he said teasingly. �Everything�s all right. Yes, everything�s fine. Close your eyes and relax.�
�I want to see this!� Harry exclaimed. The audience laughed.
�Oh, don�t worry,� Malfoy smirked, taking his hand and pulling him towards the center front of the dining room. �You�ve got a front row seat��
�Where?� said Harry, eyeing the tables near the front and seeing no empty chairs anywhere.
�Right here,� replied Draco, motioning to the headmaster�s chair, which on cue flew up and over the table and settled itself like a throne at the top of the steps facing the whole school. Before Harry could say a word, Draco pushed him down into the thick cushions.
�Musicalis,� Draco muttered, and instantly a low, seductive rock beat materialized out of nowhere. The cries of the audience increased, but the music remained loud enough to drown them out. Malfoy tucked away his wand inside of his robes and turned to face Harry. He was standing a few steps lower than his lover, his back to the audience. For a moment he just stood there as the music grew ever more intense and sultry, and then, all at once, like a vibration of sound himself, he began to sway with it.
His body was silk and wind, so smooth were his movements as he gyrated, spun, and shifted to the music.
And then it hit Harry:
In front of 500 rapt admirers, Draco Malfoy was giving him a private lap dance�.
Harry gulped. �Um�Draco?� he mumbled, casting a glance over his shoulder at the line full of attentive teachers who were just dying to watch Draco get on with his performance. �You don�t suppose you missed anybody with that Confundus charm, do you?�
Draco only raised a platinum eyebrow, gave him a sultry wink, and began to move as smoothly as ripples on the ocean along with the music pounding in Harry�s ears.
Confess what you crave
Draco ran his left hand down his chest, from his neck to his groin, his eyes fastened to Harry, and the look of horrified delight on Harry�s face. �Tell me what you crave, Harry,� he said calmly, his voice filled with sex.
Harry tried to swallow.
He failed miserably and instead wound up licking his lips as Draco let his Slytherin robe fall to the floor.
a life without pain
Draco�s right hand moved up starting from his thigh, over his hip, to meet the fingers of his left as they hooked into the top of his pants.
you'd kill for the taste
Harry finally noticed Draco�s pants. They were tighter than a wetsuit, and Draco chose that moment to sink down to the floor in a gyrating dance move that made his ass look like hard rock candy. The audience�men and women alike�went wild. Harry let out a weak groan and sank down into the chair. He�d kill for a taste of that�
�my god�
But the hurt still remains
Draco swiveled his hips, still low to the ground, one arm bent back over his head as he moved. He arched his body with feline grace, and Harry found himself wondering if he�d ever put on an exhibition like this before.
And still they don't know who you are
Harry was beginning to wonder.
His eyes still glued to Harry�s, Draco reached a hand forward and slowly began to massage his crotch through his pants. Harry�s entire body went rigid. Hell, parts he didn�t know he possessed were standing at attention. He thought he heard a whimper of arousal behind him and tried his best not to imagine that it had come from Professor McGonagall.
�Are you doing this for me, Draco?� he asked the boy in front of him, �or because you get off on exhibitionism?�
In response, Draco only smiled enigmatically, pushed himself to a standing position, his movements smooth as flowing molasses, and unzipped his fly.
�Just be still, my emerald,� he sang along with the music. Harry got goosebumps. He�d never heard Draco sing before. He, um�wasn�t bad�
�I'll be waiting for you;
Do exactly what you�re told:
I'll be waiting for you��
Draco pushed his pants part-way down his thigh to reveal his boxers. They were emerald-green just like his robes. The Slytherin girls went crazy, and someone shouted out, �Do us ALL, Malfoy!� --a sentiment greeted by round upon round of catcalls.
Draco turned to the audience and took a step backwards so that his round ass was level with Harry�s head. �Sorry,� he said suavely, �but this��he unceremoniously pushed his trousers down the rest of the way, so that they hung below his knees, and grabbed his erection again, fondling himself through his shorts so that he grew harder with each word he spoke, �this is exclusive�� *gasp* ��property"�"of Harry Potter!�
His voice was fire in Harry�s brain. Stifling a moan, Harry reached for Draco and cradled the Slytherin�s ass, feeling his muscles ripple and grow taut with pleasure beneath his touch. For a moment only Draco leaned into his grip, pushing with the music and moving away only to step easily out of his pants and begin his hypnotic slow-dance once again. This time he turned back to Harry and moved very close, until he was almost straddling Harry�s eager hips, which were writhing slowly with the rhythm.
Ashamed by the threats
Draco was moving his hands over his chest again, slowly and firmly, making sure Harry's eyes followed each caress over each curve and crevice of his firm body. This time he was slowly, deliberately removing his clothing, a layer at a time...
you pierce the embrace
First, his green-and-black necktie, which he easily slid off and draped around Harry's own neck, pulling the silk fabric gently over Harry's skin as Harry murmured something incoherent in response...
afraid and alone
...His cardigan came next. Draco moved it up, up, over his shoulders, holding it above him like a prizefighter's belt, before striking a pose Harry was hitherto convinced only professional strippers knew about and flinging the sweater out over a wildly ecstatic audience. Susan Bones ran to the front, caught it, and hugged it as if it belonged to a Beatle, not to a Malfoy. But then, everyone present seemed to have lost all perspective on that front.
In fact, Harry was losing more than perspective with each beat of the music...
In a dark lonely place
...Slowly, Draco began to unbutton his shirt.
And still they don't know who you are
The crowd went wild. The music increased magically in volume to match their pitch, and Draco's eyes bored into Harry's, pinning him to the seat as if they were force beams of desire. The Slytherin's silver hair fell around his face; his eyes narrowed into intense amber-gray slits, and he seemed to take himself away from the audience as Harry looked at him, away from the uproar, away from everything but the gaze of the one he loved.
Somewhere inside Harry's brain a part of him realized his mouth was hanging open from pure lust. He ceased to care.
did you always want to be
...halfway down his chest, his shirt half-open, Malfoy stopped and pressed his finger firmly to his nipple, tugging and rubbing while he enjoyed the effect this had on Harry. The teachers behind him were moaning and sighing at various pitch levels; Draco paid them no mind. Instead, as if only one person existed for him in that moment, he moved into Harry's lap, straddling him with a sigh of release.
did they try to steal your soul
His pelvis joined his lover's hips in an exotic rhythm of slow, deliberate grinding that had Harry's cheeks burning and his erection shocked stiff. Taking Harry's hand in his he moved a sweaty palm up over his chest until Harry got the idea and began caressing Malfoy's smooth, pale skin. Just as he was getting into it, Malfoy pulled back...
did they hurt you with deceit
...and placed a fleeting, gentle kiss on Harry's forehead before beginning to toy with his shirt again, tugging at the buttons but always teasing Harry by letting his fingertips come just within reach of his undulating chest. He was now rocking back and forth against Harry, his long, supple form coaxing Harry into reacting, into going crazy, all accompanied by deafening, erotic, demanding guitars that made his bones ache with need..
"Can�t you come in from the cold..."
Harry looked up. Draco was singing again. It was too much. Leaning forward Harry grabbed Draco's back in a firm grip, sunk his teeth over a button, and tugged fiercely at Draco's shirt as the Slytherin undulated against him. Draco let out a moan of pleasure, arched his back, and sank his fingers into Harry's tassel of raven hair.
"I'll be waiting for you," he sang as Harry reached up to rip his shirt from his back, needing to slip his lips over his boyfriend's skin or slip into a crazed stupor from longing. From far away, Harry was aware that massive noise and shouts of encouragement were coming from every direction of the Great Hall; but he was aware only that Draco was pulling his head up into a deep, sensual kiss, and that the Slytherin was slowly pushing down his shorts to reveal every bit of his luxuriously beautiful form to Harry, who wanted to devour him, then, there, in front of anyone and everyone who looked on.
"Be still my emerald," sang Draco, looking meaningfully into his eyes.
"I love you," Harry whispered, the phrase filling him and floating away on the music as though it were a part of the song itself.
I'll be waiting for you
I'll be waiting for you
Draco Malfoy throbbed naked in Harry Potter's arms as the music faded away, his body just beginning to glisten with sweat. Once the music faded the cheers of the crowd reached a roar Hogwarts had never heard. But Harry cared for nothing but the lips he was tasting, the body his arms were embracing, and the voice which so softly murmured into his ear, "I love you too, you know...."
"Mmmmm," said Harry, trying to wrap Draco up in a fervent, passionate display of love then and there.
Draco pulled away from him and winked. "...and I think the Confundus Potion should be wearing off any moment," he grinned, scooting off his boyfriend's lap and moving to pick up his shorts, blanching as he met the wide, luminous eyes of Professor Sprout, who seemed to have her mind on much more interesting things than Herbology. The entire row of teachers were applauding and smiling foolishly along with the rest of the school.
"You'd better get your shirt back from the Hufflepuffs before they rip it apart," observed Harry, reaching for Draco's hand in a moment of impulsive affection.
"So how'd I do, Potter?" Malfoy smirked, lacing his fingertips through Harry's.
"If I might be allowed to speak in Mr. Potter's stead--"
They gasped.
They looked behind them in shock.
They gasped again.
"No!" Harry said in disbelief. "Draco!!! I thought you Confunded everyone!"
The Slytherin, for once, didn't have a comeback.
"I must say," said Snape, leering down at them both, a faint smirk on his vapid lips, "I'm quite impressed with Mr. Malfoy's, how shall I say it...mad skillz?"
Malfoy went paler than he already was, if such a thing was possible.
"Fortunately for the two of you, the other faculty members are well under the influence of Mr. Malfoy's very skillful confundus potion. Had I not recognized the ingredients at once purely by their nearly untraceable odors, you should not have been discovered. I might at this point ask several questions of the two of you."
Harry gulped and squeezed Draco's hand reassuringly. Draco returned the gesture unconsciously, and then frantically began redressing himself. Snape waited til he was mostly clothed, but Harry couldn't escape a feeling he was checking out Draco's, erm, rather noticeable assets while he stood there.
"I might," continued Snape once again, clearing his throat, "ask how you so cleverly managed to deposit five hundred glasses worth of Confundus Potion into the school orange juice all before seven o'clock this morning. I might ask how two of the school's most infamous enemies have come to deceive everyone at Hogwarts including their professors by conducting an obviously improper relationship under their noses. I might ask how such an arrogant little prat as yourself, Potter, came to seduce my best and brightest pupil!"
Harry's mouth dropped open, and Malfoy stepped forward. "Professor, I've still got my wand, and I'm in deep shit already, so don't tempt me to do anything desperate by insulting the man I love."
"You, Mr. Malfoy, are hardly in a position to threaten me," sneered Snape. "Now. Listen to me, both of you. In a minute, I am going to turn around and end this. No one under the charm's influence will remember a thing. You will discuss this with no one. Is that clear?"
Malfoy gaped at Snape. Harry balked. "In exchange for what?" he demanded.
Snape laughed. Malfoy clutched Harry's arm for support.
"In exchange," said the Potions Master evilly, "for whatever I want."
The End... ???
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Note: The song is �Emerald� by the amazing Canadian band, Tea Party. Huge thanks to Jen (legomymalfoy) and the S.S. Guns & Handcuffs--and to Thursday September, who requested this story in the first place.
Also, for everyone who has asked, the story is complete. There will be no sequel--although I have written a sort of redux. Thanks for reading!