Author's Notes : This story is set in 4th year. Ship [HarryDraco backround ship [SeamusDean Don't forget to review at the end xxx
My Drunken Nights with Draco
"I Hate Christmas. I hate Christmas. I hate Christmas." Harry rambled on and on in his head. He didn't really hate Christmas… he just hated knowing Hermoine Ron & Ginny were with their families having a good time when he remained at Hogwarts with only as much as one or two Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and quite a few Slytherins."Didn't want to join in the death eater festivities at home, did they?" None could be, even mildly, considered family. "On second thought" Harry mused silently, "I really DO hate Christmas".
He made his way to the great hall as he found nothing better to do on the very bleak winter evening. "What other options are there anyway" and with he walked in through the large oak doors to find a rather interesting sight. Every student was well wasted. By that I mean Pissed. Thoroughly too! There, lying on each other for support on top of the centre table was Dean and the Slytherins with the Hufflepuffs sleeping on top of one another on the other end of the hall. Dean was in the centre smiling drunkenly to a few Ravenclaws and Slytherins who sang a few verses out of a drinking song Harry had never heard before. It amused him to say the least. He noticed the only girls their were with their boyfriends in one corner of the hall and that the other boys had their shirts unbuttoned. Their ties were either loosened around their necks, undone or lying on the floor carelessly. All shoes were also scattered on the old, cobbled stone floor.
"Fuck you, I'm Drunk! Fuck Youuu, I'm drunk!" they chorused together merrily. He walked over and gladly took the bottle offered by Blaise. He opened the bottle and took a long swig. He smiled proudly and sat down back to back with Draco and continued to drink the contents of any available bottle. "why the hell not"
He was not completely far-gone but he knew he was tipsy and couldn't think straight. However, he knew all he needed to know at the moment… 1) he was half undressed and didn't mind everyone staring at his body 2) So was everyone else and he didn't mind either. 3) He was the least drunk and could take advantage of this situation. He turned his body and held Draco's back with his hand to stop him from falling backwards. He then pulled Draco's back to him and Draco willingly lied back into Harry's chest. They fit into each other perfectly and felt comfortable. Harry might have been only tipsy but he still didn't know what he was saying until after he spoke. Their conversation was something on the lines of …
"You're cute when you're drunk."
"Cute? I was expecting drop dead sexy but fine… lets stick to your denial."
"Denial? Denial of what?" Harry asked puzzled.
"Oh come on… you know you want me."
"No…"
"You're a terrible liar, did you know?"
"You sound like Moine." Harry stated matter-of-factly.
"I'm insulted."
"I thought u said you were sexy."
"I am." Draco smirked.
"Yes you are." Harry said honestly with a sigh.
…Pause…
"Do you miss her?" Draco asked curiously.
"Who?"
"The Mudblood."
"It's Hermoine. Yes."
"Do you like her?" He was more curious.
"No"
"Are you gay then?" He smirked sexily at Harry.
"No."
"You're still a horrible liar." Draco smiled to himself.
"No really. I'm not!"
"Then who does the gryffindor golden boy like?"
Harry sighed. "Ginny"
"The 'Weasellette? Good kisser that one. She might be small but she's feisty."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!" Harry screamed.
"Oh… right. It was a fling last year. Nothing serious. She was fun though." Draco thought back to it and smiled to himself again.
"WHAAATTTTT?!?!?!" Harry was about to have a heart attack.
"I was bored, she was interested. We just kind of went for it. Nothing wrong with that." Draco tried to calm him.
"No, nothing wrong with that. Did she mention she was dating me at the time?" Harry said fuming.
"Oh. If it helps… you're free to screw me too… you know…to get even." Draco smiled innocently.
"WHATTTTTTTTTTT?!?!?!"
"Don't start that again." Draco sighed.
...Pause...
"Sobering up?" Harry asked.
"No"
"How would you know?"
"Because I'm not repulsed at the fact that I'm leaning against you." Draco stated.
"Gee thanks!" said Harry in mock hurt.
"Don't get me wrong your chest is bloody chiseled, your abs feel great too but you're Harry Pot Head and I'm the Slytherin Sex god. You're not my type."
Harry couldn't control his anger but what he thought would come out as a rant he ended up speaking it in Parseltongue.
"Hssseeshhaaaasstttteeessssiisss"
"What did you say?"
"Don't get me wrong you're cute and all but you're a foul git and I'm the Gryffindor Hero who can speak Parseltongue. You're not my type."
With that Harry lifted himself off the table fast enough for Draco to fall back onto the hard table with a satisfying thud. He gathered his shoes, shirt, tie and robe and made his way to the gryffindor common room without a second thought.
"Draco could take care of his own drunken self."
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