AN: Plot bunny persisted and so here I am. Also for those unaware ( I doubt it though), this is slash (m/m relationships), if this doesn't tickle your fancy I suggest you get up close and personal with your back button.

Disclaimer: I don't own zip. The Harry Potter series and it's characters is (c) of J.K Rowlings.


Seven Minutes in Heaven

Chapter one

The incident


The room spun in a vivid array of colors, shapes, and hues. Draco resisted the urge to gag, his throat burning from the liqour he had downed. The Weasley twins had managed to sneak a couple of bottle of Firewhiskey. Gryffindors, Slytherins, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff had thrown caution to the wind and was freely consuming every bottle of liquor they could get their hands on.

Slytherins, a few choice Gryffindors, and two Ravenclaws sat in a circle. Well, something that was supposed to resemble a circle.

"Let's play Seven minutes in Heaven." Pansy giggled. She looked around for a second, before accio-ing a bottle into her free hand, nearly dropping it.

Draco groped for his wand, he couldn't remember where he put it, he lost it after his fourth shot of Whiskey. His eyes turned towards Pansy who was absently twirling his wand between her fingers, after pocketing her own.

"Pans, give me my Mhmmff-" A drunken Seamus clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Nu-uh Drakey! You gotta play first."

After promptly elbowing Seamus in the stomach much to the Gryffindor's dismay, he snatched the bottle and spun it clockwise.

'Pansy. Pansy. Pansy.'

He was dead set on getting her in the closet, that way, he would throttle the little bitch for making him play such a stupid game.

As the bottle stopped, his face contorted in horror. His pallor turning an even paler white.

"Fuck no! Pans I am not going to kiss sodding-mfffph" Yet again Seamus put a hand over his mouth. He did the only reasonable thing possible, he bit down hard.

Shuffling off the floor, he ran towards the exit only to be pulled back by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Put me down! You idiots! I said put me down!" He roared only to be dropped flat on his bottom.

Pansy crawled towards him, shaking her pointer finger, "Nu-uh Drakey!"


Draco muttered a curse as he was hefted into the closet, followed by Harry. He twisted the knob furiously, the stupid thing was locked. He slid down leaning against the wall.

He whispered."Psst Potter! Use Alohamora on the door!"

There was no answer only the sound of their breathing, and the whispers on the other side of the door. He reached out to grab the front of Harry's shirt only to be pulled into his lap.

"What the hell Potter-" His words cut off by Harry's hungry lips on his. He stiffened as the Gryffindor continued to rapture his lips, bruising them with hard kisses.

The Slytherin opened his mouth to protest only to have the brunette's tongue slide past his lips. For a moment, he caved in returning the kisses with equal vigor.

'Damn was Potter a good kisser. Kisser? What the hell?'

Placing his hands on Potter's chest, he pushed away, his back hitting against the opposite wall. He winced, breathing heavily, he would feel that tomorrow. He placed a hand over his lips, Potter, The-boy-who-sodding-lived, had kissed him.

No way, was Potter in his right mind. He gave a shaky sigh, staring at the broom nestled in the corner of the closet with faint interest, the minutes ticking by.

The door knob rattled before it creaked open.

"It's about fucking time-" He stopped in mid sentence, face to face with Professor McGonagall.

'Shit.'


Sunlight filtered through the window, shining down on the sleeping figure. Draco cursed, wrenching the sheets over his head.

Professor Kitty, who had a tip from Filch, promptly busted their little party last night, deeming him and Potter the wonders of detention. And to add to that, he had one hell of a hangover, and Pansy still had his fucking wand.

A knock rapped on the door followed by Pansy's muffled voice.

"Wake up Sunshine!"

He turned on his side. "Go away!"

Pansy rolled her eyes, unlocking the door.

"Drakey!" She cooed.

"Fuck off!" He hissed in return.

Sighing, she pulled the sheets away, Draco sending her a condescending glare. Pinching the area between his eyes, he looked at her expectantly.

"Honestly," She muttered, pulling out her wand. "Sobrieum"

He sent her a sugar coated smile, "Thanks." snatching back his stolen sheets.

Rolling her eyes once more, she levitated the sheets off the bed sending them crashing into a wall. Cursing, he rolled out of bed, heading towards the bathroom.

"Good morning to you too Drakey!" She chirped sifting through his trunk, accio-ing the needed items onto his bed.


Minutes later, Draco emerged from the bathroom, a towel hung loosely around his waist. His eyes landed on his trunk, clothes stuck out in different fashions, and everything else was cluttered.

He stared at the clothes laid out on the bed, A gray turtleneck and black slacks along with a tastefully chosen belt with the Malfoy insignia on the buckle. His cheeks flushed, Pansy had chosen heart patterned boxers as well. He hid his face in his hands, knowing Pansy she'd probably went through rest the of his underwear as well. He hoped on sweet Merlin's bunny slippers that she didn't notice the HPFC boxers hidden all the way on the bottom of the trunk.

His wand along with a note lain on the bed as well. The note read:

Dear Drakey Darling,

I couldn't help but notice the HP fan club boxers in your trunk? Please do explain! I'd hook you up if you fancied him much! What really happened in the closet last night? Anything special? Like I said explain to me later and don't skip on the details.

3 Love, 3

Pans

'Bloody hell.'


Draco glided into the Main hall, eyes drifting toward the Gryffindor table, staring intently on a certain green eyed brunette. Last nights events fixed his mind, focused mainly on the kisses. His mouth went dry, Harry wore forest green long sleeve, tan khaki pants, with his hair sexily tousled and glasses strangely vanished.Pottercould be quite the eye candy if he didn't wear glasses twenty-four seven.

Draco cursed, makinghis way over to the Slytherin table where Blaise nibbled on a Danish, whilst talking animatedly with Millicent.

'Ever since that blasted make-out session I've been eyeing the git like some school girl.'

'But you liked him kissing you? Didn't you?' A voice in his head chimed.

Draco sputtered indignantly.

'Yes. I mean no! Shut the hell up!'

'Face it' The voice cried. 'Your head-over-heels in love!'

'With Potter!' Another voice cackled.

Blaise eyed him warily, "Mate? You all right? Cause I don't think you'll be able to eat the Danish if you keep on punching it."

"Just peachy." He hissed, throwing a glance in Harry's direction.

"Righ'" He slurred, stuffing another Danish into his mouth.

"Where's Pans?"

"She's at the Library said something about Romance and Palm readings." Millicent answered bluntly.

"I'm going to catch up on some reading." He muttered, making a beeline towards the library, hell-bent on a conversation with Pansy.

Bounding through the door, he snuck through the aisles, catching Madame Pince's disapproving stare. He found Pansy, happily thumbing through several books with titles like Palm reading: A guide to your love life and Professor Amor'es guide to Fortune telling. Her head snapped up, beaming happily.

"Why hello Drakey!" She practically yelled.

"Quiet!" He commanded clapping a hand over her mouth. He stepped back pulling his hand away from her.

"So," She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Anything interesting to tell me? Hmm.. Maybe the reason why you have HPFC boxers?" Saying the last two words an octave louder, people's head turning in their direction.

"Fine! I bought them cause their silk and they felt good against my-" It was Pansy's turn to silent him, her face resembling a ripe tomatoe. He gave her a catlike grin.

"So.."

"So what?"

"What happened in the closet?"

"PANSY!" He roared.

Madame Pince strode towards them, a sour look on her face, her robes sweeping behind her.

"Uh sorry?"


"Damn." Draco winced, Madame Pince could be one tough enforcer when it came down to it. She practically lifted him by his shirt and hurledfar as she could. With an arm like that, he wouldn't be suprised if was once an athelete.

Pansy sent him a look, "Honestly Drake, Did you have to go and yell?" She hugged the books to her chest.

"Whatever."

She sighed, "Come on. Let's get to Potions."


Harry yawned, lazily poking at his sausage with a fork. Last night's party in the Room of Requirement had drained the energy out of him. But he had a feeling he was forgetting something. From the minute he drank his third shot of whiskey and beyond, he hadn't had a clue what had transpired, only bits and pieces. Something he did remember was Professor McGonagall's face staring down and him, and the look on Malfoy's face. By the way, what was Malfoy doing with him anyways?

Hermione and Ron looked uneasy when he asked them about it, they would reply something along the lines of 'We got drunk that's all' or 'Posh Harry! Focus on the essay.'

Eventually he'd find out, He groaned, remembering the detention he would serve with Malfoy.

'Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! Such behavior is not tolerated! Detention for both of you! Fifty points off!' He could hear Professor's clear, crisp, voice reprimanding him.

"Oi! Harry, come on mate! We've gotta get to Potions before Snape hexes us into another dimension!" Ron said nudging him in the shoulder.

"Come along Harry!" Hermione chimed.

"Potions..right."

The Gryffindor trio thus made their way towards Potions.

AN: There we go! All done for now. Hmm potions this could be interesting.. Reviews Dahlings!