A/N: There was a contest over on LiveJournal in a group called Slythindor100, I wasnt a contestant but I loved the prompts so I started a small series based on the prompts... Hope you all enjoy!

STEP ONE: "I hate that I want you."
Where they sober up and realize that they are lonely, horny and desperate, and that they are obsessing over someone other than themselves.

One Off by HPFangirl71

Harry awoke, the morning sunlight burning his eyes and causing him to regret getting totally pissed the night before. His mouth felt dry as cotton and his head was throbbing as if someone had hexed him. The only good thought was that at least he didn't have to go into work this morning.

He felt someone stir next to him and realized with more regret that he wasn't alone. Getting drunk often led to these overnight trysts that he barely remembered. These one offs were sometimes messy and more complicated than he desired. He only hoped he hadn't been foolish enough to bring home another female, since they always seemed to be the clingiest.

He breathed in a scent of cologne and realized that the person beside him was probably male. Thank Merlin for that at least. Summoning up every ounce of Gryffindor courage inside him, he rolled over to face the music. As he did, he got the shock of his life because there lying asleep next to him was none other than Draco Malfoy.

How had this happened? He had been drunk for sure, but he didn't think he'd been quite that drunk. It was Malfoy for crying out loud. No matter how much the man had changed since the war, he was still a former death eater and the bane of his childhood existence. For the love of Merlin, how had they ended up in the same bed? Hate filled his heart as he thought of that repulsive thought.

He turned around to look again at the man lying beside him and the hate melded with another emotion that scared the crap out of him. As he watched Malfoy sleeping within his bed an animalistic need overcame him. It sent a twitch to his cock that sickened him and sent him reeling to the loo.

As he wiped a stray bit of vomit from the corner of his mouth, Harry stared into the mirror. No this could not be happening… He could not want Draco Malfoy of all people. It just wasn't possible; they were enemies to the bitter end. Turning back to the door, he braced himself for whatever happened next. Whatever it might be, he was sure it was not going to be pretty.