"Sozzled"
By: Born of Starlight
Written: 9.Sept.06, in about 10 minutes, some time after midnight, and without a beta.
Genre: Slash, though hardly
Disclaimer: I'm an exchange student to Taiwan right now. I have enough on my plate (like intestines and blood popsicles, and things that look up at you as you're eating them) without having deadlines to meet, and a final book to write. Sheesh. Who do you think I am, God? Actually, the jury's still out on that one.. smirk
Note: Uh. Okay, so, I just had two glasses of wine. Most alcohol I've ever consumed at a given time in my life. My head was buzzing rather pleasantly, and I knew I simply had to get Harry drunk, somehow. I'm still not sure how, but I think he was clubbing with friends… Hm… Post war, Harry's twenty years old. There's very little description here, mainly dialogue, which is a change for me, I think.
"Harry, you're sozzled."
"It was only two glasses of wine…!" The dark-haired man was giggling.
An exasperated sigh. "Actually, Harry, I think it was more like nine glasses…"
"Okay, so I'm sozzled. Drunk. So my head is buzzing, and the room's kinda out of focus. I don't care. What are you doing?"
"Harry, you were trying to undo the buttons on my shirt. You are the one who needs to undress and lie down, not me."
"Oh." Unfocused green eyes allowed delicate fingers to undo the buttons on his black silk shirt. He started tackling the buttons across from his chest, only to have his hand batted away.
"Harry, not while you're drunk."
"Not what while I'm drunk?"
That sigh again.
Harry went back to work on the tiny, numerous buttons. They were almost invisible against the iced-periwinkle coloured dress shirt. This time there was no complaint, just a quiet comment.
"You really have no alcohol tolerance, do you."
"Nope!"
"That was a rhetorical question, love…"
"Silly things, those…"
"Just climb under the covers, Harry. Sleep this off, though I imagine its results will still be here in the morning…"
There was several moments worth of uncomfortable silence before Harry broke it.
"Aren't you going to join me?"
"Harry, we were over three months ago."
As green eyes blinked up into silver, a tingling touch of regret made itself known. Especially when Harry had to whisper, sounding oddly forlorn and small, one word.
"Please?"
The refusal nearly uttered would have broken those green eyes, that fragile soul.
Instead of refusing, instead of listening to his common sense, and instead of denying himself what he truly wanted, Draco leaned in and kissed him.
The End
Reviews are appreciated! No, really, they are. I'm under a lot of stress right now -- entirely my own fault, I admit it readily -- and reviews always brighten my day. Please and thank you!!
(Dear Goddess, that woman is incorrigible… My host grandmother, that is. It's almost two AM, and she is trying to convince me to lay down and go to sleep. If she's not trying to get me to sleep at a reasonable time, she's trying to feed me every fifteen minutes. I feel the need to bash my head against something hard. GRAH!)
Anywho, the reviews? Yeah, those. Thank you in advance! By the by, this is a ONESHOT, so it will not be continued. If that makes you unhappy, tell me, and I'll try to write another story, though in all likelihood having little to do with this one. You can only take a hangover so far, you know... Lol.