Title: Can Drunk Lust turn into love?

Author: Harry the Arrogant Prick

Rating::Adult

DisClamior: I do not own any of these Harry Potter charactors. All I own is my idea and the way I write the charactors.

Charactors: Draco and Harry

Summary: This is two years after Harry defeated Lord Voldy. What his life has been like. He bumps into an old enemie, whom is going thru similar things. They use each other at first; they then become mates and fall in love.

Warning: My charactors may seem a little out of charactor, especially Harry. All I want to say is oh well. I was never a huge fan of him, and decided to try him out. The first part orignally was a starter for my Harry Potter RP charactor on and I know the things you are going to read in Harry's point of view did not all happen, well guess what this is a fanfiction.

Author Note: It's my first time writing a Draco and Harry story. I never have even read any to be honest. So please leave me some reviews. It will help me write more faster. Don't just put good job, that won't help me write more. Also I hate when people 'favorite or alert' stories and not leave reviews.

Author Note2: Thank you very much Kappy Harry for betaing for me. I love you very much and hope you enjoy my story.

Part 1

Two years had passed since Harry Potter, or how you know him as: 'The Boy Who Lived' or 'The-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die.' Finally succeeded (at least how he saw it) in defeating the monster that murdered his family, and everyone he ever cared for. It took an extensive amount of time, but Voldemort had finally gotten what he deserved, first and foremost, for making Harry Potter a bastard. It had also been two years since Harry's life, the way it once was, had ended. Ever since he killed Voldemort, and the rest of the people he loved were murdered he stopped caring about what happened. He was a living, walking zombie. He did not work. He rarely ate; all he really did was drink all day and night. The first year and a half he spent at Grimmuald Place, which was now his home. He would sit in his house all alone, ignoring anyone's owls or Floo calls. He had even put wards up around the place so no witch or wizard could enter his godfather's old residence but him, in case he decided to leave.

How did you really expect Harry Potter to act, after the way he had grown up? His parents were murdered and he had never got to know either of them. He then grew up with an abusive Aunt and Uncle, along with his bratty cousin. He grew up being their slave, cooking and cleaning for them. He had even been banished to a cupboard to use as a bedroom, and let me tell you if you think being in a closet is uncomfortable, well its nothing compared to where he had slept in. No room at all. Harry's remaining relatives barely fed him, if anything, the food he had gotten had been much less than the rest of them. And if the first ten years of young Harry's life weren't horrible enough, he had found out that magic really did exist and he was in fact a 'wizard'. He had learned about the fate of his parents, that he was some sort of hero to half of the wizarding world—and enemy to the rest.

The day Harry found out he was a wizard, was one of the happiest moments of his life. He was glad to be away from his heartless relatives, even if it was only for several months during the year. He'd even take one day of freedom. Harry found a purpose in his life finally. But all of the adoration, love, support and pressure, mostly pressure for years that everyone gave Harry was all a little too much. So Harry led a stressful life. All of that stress was not the only reason he was at the state that he was in. But it did not help that everyone looked up to him during the war. Giving him orders or correcting him. Because during the war, Harry was always trying to protect people, and each time he saw someone get murdered, or heard somebody on the other side yell out 'Avada Kedavra' it made him want to kill the slimy bastards.

Harry was glad that he finally did what the wizard world wanted him to do: kill the most powerful wizard in their world. But now, Harry was living with regret. He felt bad for all of the people that lost their mothers, fathers, professors, students, friends, lovers or siblings. Which lets face it, was every single person in his world. His guilt was not the only thing that brought him down, but also the angry wizards and witches, that blamed Harry for not killing Voldemort sooner, so that their loved ones could have lived. Harry always thought that once Voldemort was dead, he could finally be happy. Spend the rest of his life with his best mates Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley and the rest of the Weasleys, who had always been so kind to him. Harry loved them as his own family. Harry knew that that would never happen now. They were both gone, Ronald and Hermione, and they were never going to come back.

Harry Potter could never forget that one night. The night his best mate Ron Weasley bloody betrayed him. The one person that Harry would never have guessed could ever do a thing like that. Sure sometimes Ron acted like a coward, when spiders, snakes, or other revolting creatures were around, but Harry always thought his best mate was pretty brave, he was wrong of course. Before the final war, Voldemort managed to kidnap Ron and Hermione. Harry suspected that Voldemort knew that Hermione Granger was the brains on his side of the war. The old man did not like that, so Voldemort had to have her on his side, even though he was a genius also. Harry was not sure why the death eaters took Ron also, but they had. They were both killed.

His former Professor, Snape told the Order what really happened. Harry was even allowed to see everything happen if he wanted to. Remus Lupin had looked first and warned Harry not to do so, but they were his best mates, he had to. He just had to know. Now Harry wished that he had never known told the truth of what happened. That way he could live the rest of his life, remembering the fun times with his mates. Now all he thought about, when he thought of Ron Weasley in the blokes last moments in his life. Ron was a coward and he surrendered. Ron told the darker wizards, that they could do anything to Hermione and he even told Voldemort that he'd do anything, as long as he was not killed. Ron would even become a death eater. Voldemort wanted one thing though. The monster ordered him to rape Hermione Granger, torture her and then kill her.

Harry found it sickening to watch, even heaving a few times. He hadn't gotten proper rest for ages. He had so much hatred for his former best mate and if the bloke had not been killed by Voldemort the moment his prick exploded into her body, his face wearing a smirk, then Harry would have made sure to kill Ron. Even if he had to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban, it would have been worth it. Harry now hoped that Ron got what he deserved, and was rotting away in hell with Voldemort and his death eaters. And to think Hermione Granger was about to confess her dying love to Ron, right before they both got kidnapped. So now you know why Harry is suffering after the war, and not celebrating. Why he shut out the people he once loved; why when he decided to leave his home, he went to the muggle world. That was why Harry Potter was currently sitting in a small bar in Italy, working on his third vodka glass. He wanted to get away for a little, and wanted to go where nobody would find him. Harry chugged down the rest of his alcohol, snapped his fingers and handed his glass to the bartender, basically letting him know that he wanted more. "Keep 'em coming mate." Harry said, and once his glass was full again, he took another sip.

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