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Chapter One - "You look like a banana."
The young teen staggered towards the gates, giggling quietly while merrily swinging his bottle of firewhisky. "Sunshine daisies, butter mellow- look at me, I'm bright an' yellow!" His happy smile quickly turned into a grimace as rather abruptly his system decided to rebel. The boy doubled over and retched on the ground. 'Ooh… those Butter Babies don't sit too well.' Best to let the twins know that their newest invention doesn't go well with alcohol. In the morning though, when he's sober.
It was quite late, but he didn't really have the energy nor drive to straighten up and move towards the castle, or towards the village. That and a queasy feeling was starting to make itself known in his stomach. Sleeping here sounded like a good idea. If the colors would stop spinning. Now which way is the ground? In response to his confusion, he decided it find it the best way anyone could- by falling. "Uhg." On some gravel.
"…Potter?" A light voice questioned incredulously. Groan. Must he hear voices too? Go 'way, imaginary voice. "What in Merlin's name are you doing down there?" He could hear something shuffle closer on the path.
Oh. Not imaginary. A person. People? "M'admiring th' dirt. It's very… dirt-ish." Harry's attempt at sarcasm was defeated thoroughly by his mental shape, but at least he didn't know. He heard a snort, followed by giggles and an exasperated sigh.
"You're drunk," a deeper voice states. "Dare I ask?"
Harry finally looked up from the ground at the blurry and cracked blobs and grinned widely. "Yellow too! See?" He cheerfully hiked up his yellow sleeves and waved his butter-colored hands about. "Ooh… too fast." The Gryffindor also realized he'd need to fix his glasses soon.
"You look like a banana." A shrill voice drawled. "Were you attacked by third years?" Some more snorts and guffaws accompanied that statement.
The people- Person?- in front of the group slid forward and knelt down before him, and seemingly offered what appeared to be a hand up. It was promptly knocked aside as Harry glared balefully from his slumped position against the gates, then struggled to stand, barely managing.
"I, good fellow, am like butter! Banana indeed!" Completely ignoring the third year comment, he huffed irritably, crossed his arms, and spun on his heel- or attempted to. What resulted instead was loss of balance, and a quick Hullo! from bum to ground as they swiftly met with a loud thump. "Meant to do that," he mumbled, "Like it down here better. Really, I did. Do."
The other rolled his eyes- or at least appeared to in the night- and hoisted Harry up by the arm. "Of course you did," he replied smoothly. "The spin was purely for dramatic flare." Now that Harry was closer, he could at least discern that the person was blonde.
"Glad to see you understand!" Harry swung up his Firewhisky, first to salute, then second to his mouth to take in another gulp. Right before it got there, it was snatched away. "Oi!" His face quickly coloured in anger. "That's my Toxic Lava Firewhisky!" In his head he couldn't help adding the little ditty: New and improved; Twice the kick, twice the heat! It's Toxic Lava Firewhisky.
A faint eyebrow rose. How many of these has he had? "You can have your brain liquefying substances back once you've successfully made it back to the castle." With much subdued grumbling and quite a bit of stumbling, the troupe eventually made it back to the security of Hogwarts, thankfully without notice.
"Why, might I ask, are you children out gallivanting across the school grounds this time of night?" A sharp voice rang out in to the near silence. Well, almost. "And what in Salazar's name is wrong with Mr. Potter?" Professor Snape didn't look the least bit pleased at the notion of having to play caretaker.
A few exchanged looks. The blonde holding Potter then spoke up. "He just had a bit of trouble in Zonko's, Sir, we were helping him back." An odd look crossed the youth's face, and they promptly shifted Harry further to the side. To the side that was away from the bottle he'd hidden in the cloak pocket, which a questing hand had been searching for. Harry just pouted.
"Very well, continue on." The professor gave them a look. "But I expect you all back in your commons soon." The group just nodded, as the irritable Professor Snape spun on his heel and glided away. A quiet snigger sounded.
"I. Am. BATMAN!" Harry struck an uncoordinated pose, flinging out his cloak before falling victim to another fit of giggles. The blonde caught the sniggering teen as Harry wobbled around.
"Great. He's gone and lost his bloody marbles." The scowl and eye roll punctuating the deep voice's words.
"Drunk them away, I'd guess. That stuff is pretty potent." Was the airy response from the banshee-esque voice.
"He still looks like a banana…" Another mumbled. Disbelieving stares, followed with a defensive, "What?! He does!"
"What do we do with him now?" Another grunts. A nervous shuffle echoes in the dark.
"Bring him with us. They won't notice another drunk at the party, and they're all pretty much wasted by now." Was the blonde's reply.
Despite some misgivings, the others soon relented. As one the group moved on towards the party, a pleasantly drunk Harry in tow. Well, pleasant once he had his bottle back, and was told there'd be more drinks at the party.
Onward went the night in a haze of drunken bliss, with no one actually noticing there was an 'odd-one-out' amidst the partygoers. Ten bar songs, nine conga line dances, eight passed tankards of alcohol, seven strip games, six different snogging partners and five hours later, the majority of the party had died down and was clearing out to continue for some one-on-one time between participants. Or one-on-one-with-another-one. Whichever suited their fancy.
Harry too found himself being led off by his current partner, with whispered promises and giggles flowing in their wake. The two students made use of an empty dorm, quickly stripping the remains of cloth and tumbling onto an empty bed.
Passionate caresses and fiery strokes quickly set Harry's body alight and he moaned, desperately arching into that sinful touch. Callused fingers rubbed and teased, with strong broad hands smoothing down his sides and seducing his body. Scorching lips caught and locked with his, tongues stroking and twining much like their bodies in a fervent dance. Harry's delighted cries and pleading mewls rang through the dorm and into the hall, the moans and shouts of his lover swiftly behind.
No one else could account for seeing them the rest of the night. Or a good while into the morning hours. Soon, Afternoon came strolling by, with a big hearty 'Hi there! Time to wakey-wakey!' in the form of glaringly bright sunlight burning retinas left unguarded by curtains.