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seventeen | third year

Third Year Flashback

Everyone knew the Slytherins threw the wildest parties in school.

The students had only been back a week that Autumn term, but it had got round that there was already a huge party planned at Slytherin that Saturday coming, and Harry was beginning to find it hard to sit still in class whenever he thought about it.

He, Ron, and (reluctantly) Hermione had plans to crash the party with Fred and George, and it would be Harry's first time properly drinking alcohol. It would also be his first time at a Slytherin party, if he made it in. And Draco would be there.

He'd always been enormously attracted to Malfoy, even if he hadn't admitted it before, but this term - Jesus fucking Christ.

Malfoy had come back to school having hit an impressive growth spurt over the summer break, and he'd broadened out a little too. He now stood at least an inch and a half taller than near enough every other boy in their year, making him significantly taller than Harry.

And he was dizzyingly gorgeous with it, too. His hair was longer; he now wore it flicked carelessly back rather than scrupulously scraped down, which Harry found unendurably attractive.

And he'd also acquired a new sort of flounce in his stride - Draco knew he looked like a model, so he walked like one too. If he hadn't been so bewitchingly handsome, he certainly wouldn't get away with such arrogance, but alas.

Harry had barely survived seeing Malfoy fresh out of the showers after the first Quidditch match of term, and thought of little else for days after. God, why did he have to fancy Malfoy so intoxicatingly much?!

It was getting to the point where he couldn't keep up their usual rivalry because he was constantly fantasising about the other boy, and he was paranoid Draco was beginning to notice.

Ron and Hermione certainly had: it was hard to miss when all Harry wanted to talk about was the time Draco's jersey fell up during Quidditch practice and he saw his abs.

"Merlin, Harry, just bloody snog him!" Ron said irritably after hearing the story for a third time one evening.

"What?!!" Harry reacted as though Ron had suggested he snog McGonnagal. "I do not fancy Malfoy, Ron. I only noticed his abs because - well, because it's competition for me, and I need to work harder to beat him at Quidditch if he's gaining core strength. Ok?!"

Neither Ron nor Hermione looked convinced.

"We're going to that bloody party and you're going to get off with him so we can stop being tortured by how much you adore him, Harry." Ron sighed. "Hermione, back me up here."

"It does need to happen, Harry," she agreed gently, and Harry was lost for a response.

One thing he wasn't going to argue with, however, was the idea of going to a Slytherin party ("But only to see how shit it is and maybe trash it," he said.)

By the time the night came around, Harry was beyond excited. The theme, he was told by Hermione, was "White Lie Shirts" - the idea being that for your outfit, you enchant a t shirt with a white lie about yourself for everyone else to laugh about.

Harry was going to pick an inflammatory lie to get Draco's attention, something along the lines of "I'm not Hogwarts' best Seeker" - the idea alone that Harry thought that that was a lie would be enough to wind Malfoy up, he knew.

But Fred and George got to him first, and after a glass of Firewhiskey Harry was in no place to resist. The group set off before he could really take in what the twins had written, but besides, the enchantment meant he wouldn't have been able to change the lie they chose even if he'd wanted to.