His blurry eyes focused on the person in front of him, Cormac, as he took his shirt off. "I think we take him right here, can't we? Let everyone see what a little slut you are. Come for me, Savior."
Harry found it hard to see or make sense of what was happening. He could feel a hand tugging his prick. His trousers were pulled down, too. He could hear people laughing and watching him as someone... Cormac? was jerking him off. He whined as he let go.
"No... you got to earn it, Savior. Come on, drop to your knees. Who wants to see the Savior suck me off?" the seventh-year yelled.
There was cheering. This is what parties were for, right? To let loose. He sank to his knees as Cormac and Smith pulled out their junk. Harry didn't see any familiar faces around him, but they all seemed to want him to do it.
Suddenly, a loud firecracker popped off right above them, and people screamed in shock and scattered. More loud firecrackers went off, and people moved away from him. But Harry couldn't figure out what was going on. Suddenly, Cormac was on the ground in front of him, holding his eye, and Smith followed, spitting out a tooth.
"Wankers. I saw you spike his drink. I thought I was just imagining what I saw. You disgust me."
"Shove off, Malfoy! You've always wanted to take the Chosen Dick down a peg," Cormac said.
"I'm not a fucking rapist. Wait till tomorrow, and you're going to pay for this one way or another."
"Ain't no one gonna believe a bloody Death Eater over us!" Smith yelled.
Malfoy suddenly kicked Smith in the balls, spelled their elbows to their knees, and Silenced them.
"Enjoy the ass-up position, dicks. Let's go, Potter," he said, lifting Harry to his feet. He spelled his trousers up and pulled one arm over his shoulder as he led him out of the party.
Harry heard the music getting dimmer as he climbed the steps. "Where'd ma shirt go?" he wondered aloud.
"Probably on the floor back there. Sorry, we needed to leave before I really broke my probation."
Harry's vision was blurry as he focused on the face next to him. "Malfoy?"
"Yep. Looks like I got to save you for once. I'd take you back to your room, but you might wander off or they might come back if someone lets them out."
"Yeh, don't wanna leave me alone?" he slurred.
Draco sighed and brought him into his room. Harry was dropped on the bed. Then Malfoy shut and locked the door. "Merlin, save me if you blame me for all this in the morning."
"I-hiccup-would never."
"You probably won't even remember anything," Malfoy muttered, leaning against the door and rubbing his face with his hands.
Harry sat up and tilted his head, admiring the view. "You're really beautiful, Malfoy."
Malfoy froze and stared at him in shock.
"Merlin, your hair is so soft and shiny."
"Oh fuck off, Potter, you're sloshed."
Harry wobbly got to his feet. "Sla-oshed doesn' mean I'm wrong," he said in a sing-song voice bordering on sultry. "Fuck, I just wanna stare at you all the time. You're the reason why I fig-gar-ed I'm... you know... gay."
Malfoy's eyebrows shot up. "You're gay? You're not just fucking with me?"
"Yep... I like wangs... and pricks... and knobs and...."
"I get the picture, thanks. I'm... also well... I only like guys."
Harry stumbled over to the door, bracing his arms on either side of Malfoy, caging him in. "I gat you now... Malfoy, and I ain't letting go."