Malfoy's eyes widened. "Then why did you?"
Harry grimaced and didn't tell him that part of the price of his lenient sentence was Harry coming back here. He just turned and walked to the door.
"Potter... if it's within my power... I'll make sure it's quiet for you. Call a truce."
Harry gave him a look and left him there. So started their truce. No snide remarks or arguing. No jinxes or hexes. No evil and malicious looks. From anyone, but especially Malfoy, though the eighth years shared a common room. Harry had actually been the one to stare. Malfoy was just... one of a kind. His mind was sharp, and Harry couldn't deny that he was attracted to the git, but he made no move.
But since then, peace had reigned, and it had spread to the lower classes, too. The headmistress was beyond pleased with how grown up everyone was being. She allowed a house party for seventh and eighth year students. Alcohol was allowed as long as everyone was of age. They threw it in the eighth-year common room, which had convenient access to their private dorm rooms.
Although the party wasn't quiet or peaceful, it was for the truce. Harry would be "snubbing" people if he flaked or left early. Hermione had explained it to him. She was currently snuggling with Ron in a chair by the fire, actually indulging in some firewhiskey. She had come a long way. Harry was still carrying around his first drink.
He made his rounds, talking over the speakers to show his face. He was counting down the minutes. Midnight was the longest he was going to stay. Ginny and Luna had already left, and Neville was now chatting it up with Zabini in the far corner, so that left few people Harry wanted to speak to.
He came up on Cormac talking to Smith and heard, "Malfoy's still an uptight ponce... let's loosen him up."
"Cormac, leave him alone. The Slytherins haven't done anything this year. Leave off."
"Don't tell us what to do, Potter. You're just struttin' round like you're the fucking Savior."
"That's because I am. So, shut up, Cormac, and go fuck yourself." He stormed off, irritated, and noticed Malfoy was watching him. Harry didn't acknowledge him and nearly left, but that's when Seamus decided to try to do a backflip off the table and failed. He busted his nose on the table and then threw up.
"Seamus!" Dean yelled.
Harry set his drink down and helped the idiot up.
Hermione, though tipsy, came over and healed his nose. "We're going to have to take you to the hospital wing. You could have a concussion."
Dean and Ron drunkenly heaved him up, and Hermione followed. "No, stay, Harry, we'll be alright. Enjoy the party."
Harry snorted. Hermione was asking for alone time with Ron. He watched them go and picked up his drink from the table. He swallowed the rest and sauntered through the crowd of grinding students. The uneasiness of the loud music and crowded room grew... until suddenly, it didn't matter anymore.
He felt woozy, but the music started to call to him. He swayed to the music, letting go of any reservations. Bodies gyrated around him, getting close enough to touch, and he didn't care. He met their thrusts and wasn't at all concerned when someone shoved their tongue down his throat. He responded, kissing him back while someone else pressed against his back, reaching around and grabbing his cock.
He didn't care at all. No, he loved the feeling. Pleasure exploded through him as the hand slipped under his waistband.
"Come on, Potter. Come with us up to our dorm room. We can make you feel so good. Stuff you from both ends," the voice behind him said. Was it Zach?