A/N: I'm getting so lazy in my old age. ^_^ I blame it all on inertia and Dylan. He made me so worried that this has been sitting on my computer for a week with me trying to tinker with it. I sincerely hope you like it, darlings.

Thank you whitebearwrites, Rehanna, Silent Stalker, Redhawk, Kate, Jilly- anne, Silverfox, Tech Dust, Lucretia, HPMystery, Vixen, lise, Scratches, AllAboutMe, and Mystica.

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Draco went to the Hufflepuff dorms and asked a rather disgruntled-looking Ernie Macmillan if he had seen Justin. Ernie eyed Draco suspiciously. "I haven't seen him since you lot spirited him away this afternoon. Don't tell me you lost him! Really, I know you don't like Hufflepuffs, but you can't treat people like your cheap luggage. "

"My luggage is not cheap!" Draco huffed.

"Then it's horribly overpriced," Ernie replied coldly. Draco decided that he did not like Ernie at all. But more important than hexing Ernie cross- eyed and impotent (and he could do that) was finding Justin. Shooting him an evil glare, Draco left the tired Hufflepuff.

***

Dean ran into Ron on his way back to the common room. "Don't go upstairs," Dean warned.

"Why?" Ron asked innocently.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"I don't want to know why I can't go into my own dorm?" Ron said, confused.

"That's right."

"Why?" At that precise moment a deep moan drifted down the stairwell.

"I swear, that boy can't do anything discreetly," Dean sighed, shaking his head. Another moan followed, clearly from a different person.

"Was that-" Ron began.

"Don't even start. Just forget you ever heard it. Life will be so much easier," Dean said, taking Ron's arm.

Ron let himself be steered out of the thankfully empty common room.

"Hear what? I seem to have developed a bit of deafness in my ear. " Dean grinned.

"Exactly."

"I didn't peg Justin for the type to do that on a first date," Ron said a few moments later. He and Dean were safe in the hallway and Ron was still a bit dazed.

"Do what?"

"*That*," Ron said, eyes wide.

"That wasn't Justin," Dean said.

"Well then what happened to Justin?"

"I don't know. Why don't we ask him?"

They stopped by the Hufflepuff dormitories, where a very irritated Ernie Macmillan informed them that he hadn't the foggiest idea where Justin was and mumbled something about "snakes" and "bags".

"What was he talking about?" Ron asked.

"The fall Gucci lineup?" Dean guessed.

"The what?"

"Oh, honestly." The black boy rolled his eyes. "I can't believe I 'm going to say this, but Seamus was right. You are so hetero it's not even funny." Ron looked hurt.

"You say that like being hetero is a bad thing."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm all for being hetero. In fact my parents are hetero."

"Imagine," Ron said dryly.

"Hetero is a perfectly valid lifestyle. It's just not mine."

"Where have I heard that argument before?"

***

Draco wandered around the castle for a while and then walked back to the Hufflepuff area of the school to inquire once more of a downright hostile Ernie Macmillan if he had seen Justin. Several expletives and an impromptu shower later, Draco was sent away knowing as much as he had when he started. Disappointed, he made his way back to his own rooms.

He found Justin waiting for him, looking rather forlorn, shivering in his thin sweater and frowning in a rather infantile fashion. Justin caught sight of him and Draco almost smiled until the Hufflepuff slapped him hard across the face.

***

"Now what?" Ron asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Now we go ask Draco."

"Malfoy?" Ron's face screwed up in clear dislike. "Do we have to talk to him?"

"We could try Harry, but I dare say he's occupied at the moment," Dean replied innoently. Ron blushed.

"Malfoy it is then."

Dean and Ron turned the corner just in time to see Justin slap Draco. Dean pulled Ron back behind the wall and they both watched the unfolding scene in silence.

***

" I suppose I deserved that," Draco said glumly.

"Damn right you deserved that! What the fuck were you thinking?" And that's when Draco knew Justin was pissed.

"I knew that if Potter thought you were in trouble he would come to your rescue and I was hoping that after that, you two would talk or…something."

"So you kissed me like that for the sake of some half-baked plan that was doomed before it began?" Draco nodded, not daring to look Justin in the eye for fear of what he might find there.

"You can't just go around drugging and kissing people and then shoving them into other people's arms! It's just not right. It's downright mean and you know what that makes you? It makes you a tease." Draco's head snapped up. "An awful, cold, insufferable tease." Justin grinned.

"What?" Draco asked, mystified. Justin wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and lowered his eyelids in an intentionally flirtatious gesture.

"You boys just don't get it do you? I maybe sheltered, but I am still a teenager, which means that I have hormones." He thrust his hips against Draco's, earning a small cry from the blond. "And delicate feelings, though the masculine thing to do would be to ignore all of them except for hunger and an insatiable thirst for spectator sports."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning don't kiss me like that unless you mean it." Draco grinned.

"Fair enough," he murmured. He wrapped his arms around Justin's waist and kissed him. It wasn't a soft, gentle kiss. After Justin's little rant, Draco hardly thought it appropriate. Instead it was a slow, passionate kiss.

"What about Potter?" Draco asked, panting slightly.

"What about him?"

"I thought-"

"He's occupied and he called me adorable."

"But you are," Draco chuckled. Justin pouted. "Not that it's a bad thing to be and there are other ways to describe you."

"Right," Justin said in clear disbelief.

"I mean it," Draco replied, placing a kiss behind Justin's ear.

"Anyway, you're the better kisser. And don't give me that smug look. I know you're flattered."

"How would you know that?"

"In some ways I know you too well and in other ways I'd love to get to know you better."

"In what ways."

"In some physical ways," Justin murmured, managing not to blush. Draco flashed him an evil grin.

"What happened to the cozy heart-to-heart chat?"

"I thought we just had one of those."

"No," said Draco. Justin looked crushed.

"You're rejecting me?"

"Not entirely," Draco protested. "I just don't want to trample your 'delicate feelings'. This would be your first time and I want it to be something special. I smell like smoke, I'm nearly drunk, and my dorm is a mess because my roommates are like chimpanzees and throw their shit at each other." Justin snorted. "You deserve better than that. What?" Draco asked as Justin's body shook with suppressed laughter.

"You're so sweet when you want to be," Justin giggled. Draco pulled Justin closer.

"Don't tell anyone," he said. "I would destroy my image." Justin merely smiled and tilted his head up for another kiss, which Draco was only too happy to supply.

***

"Justin and Malfoy?" Ron gasped. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"I think it's sweet- in a Tim Burton directed, arse backwards, completely twisted sort of way," Dean said.

"So does that mean that was Harry and Sea…" Ron's voice trailed off as his face turned a decidedly unhealthy shade of green and he sank down to the floor.

"I told you not to think about it," Dean chirped.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't the plan to set up Harry and Justin?"

"Sounds about right," Dean affirmed, offering Ron a hand up.

"Then what happened?" The redheaded boy asked, pulling himself up.

"We failed, but, hey, you can't say we didn't try."

"I'm going to close my eyes and maybe when I wake up the world will make sense again," Ron sighed, shutting his eyes.

"Or not," Dean laughed.

"A man can hope, can't he?"

"Yes, I suppose he can."

"What now?"

"Well, I know a few Ravenclaws that might put us up for the night."

"And then?"

"And then I haven't the faintest idea."

"Sounds like the rest of our plans," Ron chuckled. Together, the two walked off to the only dorm whose occupants still behaved predictably.

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*Sigh* Another tale completed. That makes…not nearly enough, does it? Comments and criticisms welcomed with the same alacrity. Thank you soso much to all of you who have made this little fic possible and enjoyable to write!

Love always,

J. Silver