Authors Note:
In this fanfic Fred&George are only 1 year older than Draco and Harry. They're 7th year students while Harry, Draco, Hermione etc are all 6th year students.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line. The characters and the world of HP is entirely JKR's.
Fuck.
Was Draco's initial thought as he opened his eyes.
Waking up completely smashed on the floor was nothing new to the Slytherin prince.
However this time the familiar emerald green curtains he was accustomed to seeing after getting plastered, were missing.
His bones felt like mush and he made no attempt to inspect the room further for he knew it'd be useless. "Fuck" he whispered aloud this time.
"Dya say somethin?" mumbled a voice to his right making him jump.
He glanced over, Pansy..ugh.. he really hopped he hadn't.. studying her neck swiftly confirmed he hadn't. Draco was notorious for leaving bite marks on his lovers.
"Parkinson where are we" he barked now sitting up and fighting the rush of blood that left him in a doozy. But Pansy had given Draco a rude gesture before returning to nurse her upset stomach by curling up into the fetal position against his side.
"Ugh" he spat again before picking himself up. Which, in retrospect, was a horrid idea since he proceeded to trip over a set of discarded robes (oh gods he didn't even want to know where they'd come from) and fall flat on his face.
But surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as it should have until he realized his face hadn't landed on cold stone floors but was resting against something soft and warm.
It smelled pleasant, like fresh soap and grass. His eyes followed the lightly tanned arm stretched before him, which bore small scars from daily activity, to a shoulder clad in deep blue and finally to the unmistakeable and terribly mused hair that could only belong to one person. He yelped in surprise before stumbling backwards and landing on his arse.
No Draco Malfoy was not having a good day.
"Potter!" Draco snapped his voice raspy due to the alcohol consumption of last night.
"Whatt dyou want Dracooo?" garbled Harry before attempting to cover his ear against Draco's annoyingly loud voice.
Wait..Draco? Harry sat straight up as he tried to process his fuzzy thoughts. "Dra-Malfoy what are you doing here? Whaddam I doing here? Why is Pansy here!" his voice was reaching a higher pitch than he thought possible and Pansy once again gestured rudely before rolling onto her face and covering her ears.
"I was hoping you could explain that to me Potter seeing as how we're in what appears to be a Gryffindor tower" he growled in distaste at the heavy red and yellow accessories.
Harry stood up slowly clutching at one of the five empty bed frames, their occupants gone for Christmas break, then felt a not-so-familiar watering of the mouth take over. His eyes widened as he recalled the one other event where he'd gotten totally sloshed..the feeling.. and he leapt for the bathroom making it just in time where he retched.
Draco's nose scrunched in disgust at the noises coming from the toilet, he shuffled over placed his arms beneath Pansy's and heaved.
Draco was thin but not in the normal sense. He possessed the long lean muscles that male models envied, they weren't bulky, nor too hidden, instead his body seemed to have developed the ability to pick and choose where they became noticeable. It was when he exerted physical effort that the toned, lean muscles became more defined along his abdomen and chest. When he wore his school robes it became less apparent but his fellow Quidditch members still shot envious glances during showers.
He chose to ignore those. It wasn't weird, not really, seeing naked bodies laughing and bantering at one another, it was part of quidditch and no one thought anything of it.
Still Draco was glad he'd been blessed with a handsome face as well as an equally attractive matching body. It was no wonder girls practically drooled over their breakfast each morning, he was pretty sure they'd much rather be having something else to eat...
He yanked Pansy up almost effortlessly, even though he wobbled slightly from his own hangover, the feat was made easier by the endless hours of Quidditch practice he'd endured the previous four years.
That and the many times he'd had to drag a drunken Blaise to the common room after their escapades.
Pansy protested but held on to his waist and they moved quickly, albeit clumsily down the Gryffindor's stairs and through the common room.
Malfoy was slightly shocked to see students strewn about everywhere, some intertwined with each other, others clad in nothing but their knickers and very few awake clutching their heads and moaning.
Who knew Gryffindors could party? He shook his head in amusement but stopped when two curious faces met his.
Shite he muttered beneath his breath.
"Draco m'boy what do we got here?" purred one of the two identical faces.
They stumbled against each other but Draco had to admire their ability to walk at all considering the pile of discarded bottles that lay strewn where they'd been sleeping.
"Yes, have fun last night did you?" the second face winked suggestively.
"Sod off weaselbees" Draco muttered half-heartedly afraid to wake the rest of the sleeping prats.
Both twins frowned a look of confusion flighting across their faces, then shrugged. "Back to that now are we?" one asked sadly.
"I've no idea what you're talking about, now move" Draco was truly irritated now, what in blazes were these two going on about?
"My my testy are we?" giggled the first face and the second twin guffawed at his brothers innuendo.
Confused and wanting nothing more than to curl up in his bed and sleep, Draco exhaled, inhaled, and then faced them calmly.
"Listen tweedle dee and and tweedle dumb, Pansy here is sloshed, I myself am sloshed, and you dont want to see what two sloshed, sleep-deprived, pissed off Slytherin's look before six am" he growled menacingly as Pansy nodded in agreement almost causing them to fall over.
The twins smirked, turned to one another and broke into identical grins, as if saying "Oh well" before returning their attention towards him.
"Oh really? Why George I do believe setting off two sloshed, sleep-deprived and hung over Slytherin's before six am was somewhere on our bucket list" sing-songed the twin with slightly shorter hair.
The second twin, Fred, nodded enthusiastically before conjuring an alarmingly thick roll of parchment. He unrolled it unceremoniously and Draco could see various black slashes through neatly scrawled sentences.
"Merlin only knows what you've accomplished so far" he murmured horrified taking in the supposed bucket list.
Fred shuffled through it while tutting and at last gave out an excited "Ah!" He cleared his throat mockingly before beginning to read like a muggle-telly news caster. "Piss off a smashed, sleep-deprived Slytherin. Or two, or twenty." he gave them a gleeful look before vanishing the roll once more.
"Why I'd say that fits the description almost perfectly!" cried George before grasping one of Draco's arms while Fred grabbed the other.
"Hey!" he protested as Pansy gave a sharp shriek and toppled over onto an already occupied couch.
The unfortunate resider of the couch gave an "oomph" at Pansy's weight.
Draco was now being held in the center of the Gryffindor common room and he had a very troubling suspicion that this would not be good..
"Here! Here!" cried Fred while his wand made obnoxiously loud alarm like noises that resounded throughout the whole common room.
Harry had unwisely chosen this moment to make his appearance atop the stairs, "argh!" he cried clutching his ears, which threw off his balance and he crashed down the stairs landing in an uncoordinated heap.
The rest of his fellow classmates had woken up and a few giggles broke out at his expense.
"Well...anyway!" bellowed George joyfully directing the attention back to their hostage "seems Draco here-" Malfoy frowned since when was he on first name basis with the gingers? "has decided to go back to being a slimy snake" both twins shook their heads sadly.
"And what do we do with slimy snakes?" Fred addressed his attentive audience...
"Goddamn Weasels" huffed Draco while trying to pull forward without falling over on his arse.
Draco would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed the Weasley twins antics around school, in fact they'd been a main source of amusement for the young uptight Malfoy.
But not surprisingly Draco did not enjoy being on the receiving end of these pranks.
It was half an hour later and Draco found himself outside of Gryffindor common room, his arms and legs both tightly bound by an invisible force, wearing nothing but his trousers and adorned in mistletoe.
Not just any mistletoe, Merlin the Weasels had outdone themselves, it was bitelocks mistletoe and he'd be damned if anyone approached him.
The mistletoe resembled an ordinary muggle mistletoe, however was anything but.
This particular species loved to uphold the ancient tradition of kissing beneath mistletoe, (an idea Wizards had conjured to "help" relationships along, which was later adapted by muggles.) if any passerby's were caught beneath it and refused to go through with the deed, it would latch itself onto the unfortunate wizards with their sharp thorn like fangs and refuse to let go.
Otherwise it remained innocent and still.
The castle had these hidden in corridors, alcoves and even some staircases as it was Dumbledores idea of lightening the mood and getting students to "enjoy the Christmas spirit".
"Mad bat that one is" he cursed as he wondered how the Weasley twins had managed to gather enough tinsel and mistletoe to decorate Draco's entire body.
They'd wrapped him in secrecy (Potter, for whatever reason had tried to stop them) and had ditched him outside the common room.
He only prayed that Millicent Bulstrode the hideous girl in his year wouldn't walk by.
He figured he was lucky though seeing as it was Christmas break and the number of students present in the school was considerably depleted.
That must've been it.
I must've gone to a Gryffindor party for god knows what reason and blacked out, he thought to himself.
It wasn't abnormal for Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs (they contributed a large amount of spirits being closest with the kitchen house elves)and even a few social Slytherins to sneak into the Gryffindors common room for the Weasley's famous Christmas break bash.
But Draco and his inner circle has definitely never been invited to these.
It was unthinkable, though secretly he'd always wondered what they were like.
Well, wont ever do that again unless I fancy feeling like someone barreled into my hips.
He'd just noticed a dull throb on his sides and when he touched his hip experimentally, it caused him to flinch at the pain.
That paired with the mind splitting headache he'd acquired convinced him he really had partied himself out last night.
But it doesn't entirely explain why I cant remember a single thing. What if the Weasels drugged me, he thought horrified.
It was almost frightening and a frown etched onto his face as he began pondering his thoughts.
Yes fire-whisky most certainly did leave gaps in ones memory if it was heavily consumed but it didn't account for an entire nights worth of recollection.
Draco was now well near the Dungeons having managed to half shuffle, half trip his way into the dark deserted corridors that were comforting and familiar.
Well for whatever reason he now knew that the Weasleys did in fact throw a mean party, even if he had no recollection of it what so ever.
He tried to convince himself this proved it had to have been a superb party for him to have gotten so smashed.
"What a load of -" but his rant was interrupted by an urgent voice calling after him.