#3 The One Where Harry Gets Drunk
Written By: CJ
Note: This is yet another one I replaced. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. All credits go to JK Rowling.
"And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm is all about." -Haruki Murakami
"Harry, can you give these to Jonathan?" Ron handed him a stack of papers about an inch thick. "Those were his, but he never came back to retrieve them."
"Who would have guessed? Ron Weasley cleaning his desk," came a snide remark from the doorway.
"Hey, Millicent," Harry greeted.
"Hey, could you take these papers to Jonathan," Ron tried to hand the papers to Millicent instead.
"Ew, no. I swear, if I get anywhere near that annoying little rat, I'm going to rip out his intestines and make a stew out of them."
Harry was torn between laughing and making a face. "That'd be nasty stew."
"No kidding," Millicent laughed.
Ron and Harry glanced down to see Millicent's black cat, Nancy, following her around.
"I see you brought that furball in here," Ron scowled. He didn't like Nancy; the last time he tried to pet her, she tried to rip his arm off.
"Her NAME is Nancy," Millicent scowled back. "And if you favor your organs INSIDE your body, call her by her name."
Ron swallowed and quickly slid behind Harry for protection. Harry rolled his eyes and stepped away.
"Hey, you can't hurt somebody who just got promoted!" Ron cried out.
The room froze, instantly colder and tense.
"Promoted?" Harry's voice had gotten colder.
"Yes."
"As in... the one they were going to give ME?" Harry said. Ron instantly sensed his mistake.
"Mate, I'm sorry. The boss just offered it to me! I wasn't even supposed to say anything yet, it just slipped."
"You weren't even going to TELL me?" Harry was gritting his teeth now. "Ron, I've been waiting months for that promotion!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't ask for it!"
"I don't want to hear it. I'm going home." He stormed out of the room. He stopped by Jonathan's office to drop off the stupid papers, and knocked on the door.
"Hold on!" Jonathan called. He heard lots of rustling, and a few whispers of panic.
I wonder if Malfoy makes out with people this much, too. Woah, where did that come from?
"Hey, sorry!" Jonathan opened the door. "I just-"
"I don't give a crap who you're snogging today. Just take your damn papers." Harry thrust them at him angrily before leaving.
As Harry walked the streets, his stomach rumbled. Not in the mood for any of the wizarding restaurants, he decided to go home to Topeka, Kansas where he had been living since the war to avoid paparazzi. He apparated and reappeared inside his home. He quickly changed out of his business work attire into jeans and a blue sweatshirt and left the house, deciding to walk to clear his head. He made his way to McDonald's, grateful that he still had muggle money.
"Hey, can I get a Big Mac in a large meal?"
"Yeah, that'll be $7.27."
Harry handed the cashier a $10, and stuffed the change back into his pockets, stepped back and waited for his food. When his food was handed to him, he thanked her and sat in a booth. It wasn't until Harry began to eat that he realized how hungry he was.
"Hello, Harry."
Harry glanced up to find his blonde friend sliding into the booth across him.
"Hi, Luna. I didn't know you came into town sometimes."
"Well, I do like their food here. I also heard from Hermione who heard from Ron that you might need someone to talk to."
"Oh. Thanks." Harry felt a little uncomfortable.
"So, do you want to talk about it?"
Luna seemed to have his best interest at heart, so he took a leap and told her. "Well, I've been waiting for months for a certain promotion at work. But they gave it to Ron, instead. Can you believe that?!"
Luna was quiet for a moment. "Did Ron ask for the promotion?"
"No. But he knew I wanted it."
"Why?"
"Why did I want it? I don't know, it's work. The higher up you get, the better you are. It was just really important to me."
Luna smiled gently. "More important than your best friend?"
Harry sighed. He knew he could be a little dramatic and overreacted sometimes. He also knew Luna was right.
"Is there anything else bothering you?" The girl asked.
"I just... did you know? You know... about Malfoy? Before he came into the store?"
"I did not know for sure. I just heard rumors."
"Did you know he has a son?"
"I did not." Luna took a sip from her drink.
"His name is Scorpius."
"What a very interesting name," Luna pondered. "Is he married?"
"I have no idea. I don't know who Scorpius' mother is."
"Ah. So is Draco's return what's bothering you?"
"I... I don't know. It seems like everyone's obsessed with him now. Just because he vanished for five years and suddenly came back."
"Sometimes one has to be lost first to be found. Maybe that's what he wants," Luna said softly.
"I've heard rumors, too. About his... him sleeping around."
"Well, you have to remember. Rumors are just that. Rumors. They're not always the truth. They do not know whether they speak truth or not."
"I suppose so."
"Well, I should be going. Neville wants my help today. I hope talking helped clear your mind."
"It did. Thank you, Luna."
"You're welcome, Harry." Luna smiled and left.
They do not know whether they speak truth or not.
Harry tossed his trash and exited the building.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE ONE WHERE HARRY GETS DRUNK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry failed to notice where he was walking until it was getting dark and he was in a sort of sketchy part of town. His hand itched for his wand, but he knew showing his magic was forbidden.
He decided to try to walk quickly by the alley, as he could hear whispers and talking, but it turned into a bad decision as he was pulled into the alley and shoved against the wall.
"Hey, runt, going somewhere?" The man's breath smelled like anchovies and onions, and Harry made a face.
"Home," he stated firmly.
"Not anymore, you're not." The man thrust his hand into Harry's pocket and pulled out his wand. Shit.
"A stick?" The man laughed loudly.
"Give it back," Harry demanded, struggling against the man.
The man threw it on the ground, and while it did not break, Harry could not reach it. Now he was really in trouble.
"Let me go!" Harry shouted angrily as the man pulled out a galleon and stared at it in confusion. Harry spat in the man's face, and the man reeled back, but as Harry tried to run, the man grabbed him once more, and slammed his against the wall, hard, causing Harry to yelp in pain as his skull collided with the wall.
When Harry opened his eyes, the man was gone. Harry slowly picked himself up, his head throbbing and back in severe pain. His sides hurt like he'd gotten kicked. He was sure he was covered in bruises. He picked up his wand and stuffed it back in his pocket.
I need a drink. After all, nothing else could possibly go wrong.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE ONE WHERE HARRY GETS DRUNK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The bar was crowded, and Harry avoided several drunk men arguing loudly as he walked to the bar.
"One vodka, please," Harry ordered. The bartender, a lovely woman with a big butt and large breasts, handed him his drink. He chugged it, desperate to forget everything. After he finished it, the bartender knowingly refilled it. She turned to speak to another customer.
After about 8 vodkas, Harry was very relaxed. A little too relaxed.
"Another drink!" Harry slurred.
"Careful, hon," the bartender warned.
"Another!"
The woman sighed and refilled it. Harry choked it back before suddenly feeling ill. He turned and fell, unable to see properly. Harry struggled to make it to the bathroom, and threw up all over the sinks instead of the toilet.
"EW!" He heard behind him. Harry flinched at the loudness. He pushed himself off the floor where he slid down, and left the room.
When Harry tried to order another drink, the bartender shook her head and handed him a water.
"Drink it, hon," she said firmly. Harry made a face but did as he was told. He drank about 2 glasses before a brunette male walked up to him.
"Hey," the boy said.
"Hello!" Harry said, a little too loudly.
"Wanna come with me?" The boy spoke directly into Harry's ear, his lips brushing against his skin, causing Harry to shudder.
"I- I'm Harry!" Harry suddenly said. If he had been sober, he would have slapped himself for being so stupid.
"I'm Jeremy," the boy said softly, kissing the skin behind Harry's ear.
"So, you wanna come with me, Harry?" Jeremy asked once more.
Harry nodded dumbly, mute for once. Jeremy smiled and pulled him off his seat by his hand, leading him to the back door, seductively batting his eyes at Harry, who was feeling a little flushed.
The first thing Harry noticed was how many people there were back there. Even in his drunken state, he could see there were a lot of gay couples making out, half dressed.
Jeremy finally backed Harry into a wall, kissing him deeply. Harry gasped, and Jeremy's tongue made its way into his mouth. One of them, Harry wasn't sure which, made a moaning noise. Jeremy began kissing and sucking Harry's neck. Harry squirmed a little, and in the distance, a tuff of blond hair caught his eye. Harry tried to squint, hoping he could make out the face, but he couldn't. Jeremy's hand closed over the front of Harry's jeans, and Harry made a noise that must have sounded encouraging to Jeremy, who started fumbling with his belt and button. He was just sliding his hand into Harry's pants when suddenly the pressure was gone.
A blond stood glaring at Jeremy, who was on the ground, scowling.
"Go fuck with someone else," the blond snapped. "This one's mine."
Jeremy sniffled haughtily and walked away, no doubt to find someone else to seduce.
The blond quickly did up Harry's pants and belt, grabbed Harry's hand, and yanked him away out of sight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE ONE WHERE HARRY GETS DRUNK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry didn't know how they'd arrived, but the next thing he knew, he was in a house, in a bed. A very large bed, covered in green silk sheets. The blond handed him another drink, which Harry dutifully chugged, his vision blurring again.
The blond pushed Harry onto his back, climbed over him, and kissed him deeply. Harry moaned, the blond was a much better kisser than Jeremy.
"I'll say," smirked the blond. Harry didn't even realize he'd said that aloud.
The blond managed to undress Harry much easier than Jeremy had, and then slid off his own shirt. Harry ran his hands over the skin, which had a few bumps- scars?
"You're so- hic- muscled," Harry mused. "I try to get in shape, but, you know-" The blond kissed him to shut him up, and Harry let him.
The last thing Harry remembered was a slight pain, then pleasure, and being kissed breathless.