Title: The Good Avoided
Summary: Draco finds himself avoiding the good little voice in the back of his head, telling him right from wrong, and running off to find himself the exact opposite of what he should have; a boyfriend, a boyfriend from Gryffindor, a boyfriend from Gryffindor who also just so happened to be the boy-who-lived, a boyfriend from Gryffindor who also just so happened to be the boy-who-lived and who he lets treat him like the spoiled little girl of a prat he is. This must be love.
Story Rating: M, because Draco is a naughty boy.
Chapter Rating: T, for under-age drinking, sexual themes, and suggestive and crude language.
Story Warnings: Slash, bondage, S&M, slash, alcohol consumption, suggestive and crude language, slash, slash, dom!Harry, sub!Draco, slash, and slash. You've been warned my lovely little stud muffins.
Chapter Warnings: Slash, alcohol consumption, suggestive and crude language, slash, slash, and rushed writing.

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Author's Note: After the epic fail that was the Prologue of 'The Fountain of Thought', I thought I'd try my hand at another Harry/Draco slash fic, since I still have nothing coming for 'Remember Me Soon', which I am utterly sorry about! Uhh, but this story will also be multi-chapter, though only about five at most, so don't worry.
Music I Listened To: Nineteen- Tegan and Sara, Echo- the Hush Sound, Crawl- Veltpunch, Please Don't Leave Me- P!nk, Faces- Scary Kids Scaring Kids,
Chapter Two??: Expect it in a little over a month. It will be around 4-6 thousand words in length and will contain much more for warnings then this chapter did. Not to mention, this chapter is only around three thousand words, which I am sorry for. Enjoy~!

T h e . G o o d . A v o i d e d
Ch. I

"Anyone who says that gratuitous sex is no substitute
for gratuitous violence obviously hasn't had enough gratuitous sex."
-Geoff Spear

The stolen fire whiskey tasted like water by Draco's fifth gulp, and promptly had him stumbling around the Gryffindor common room one evening during an ever slow moving party that was beginning to become a bother. Quickly he located a couch and planted himself down as to not bump into anyone else, or spill any more cups of butter beer, and mused over the, in his humble (yeah, that wasn't true) opinion, absolutely hideous scarlet and gold that adored the home of the people he hated most. But, tonight it was worse, and Draco began to wonder why he hadn't followed Pansy's example in telling the Gryffindorks to sod the hell off by not attending the party that all the houses were secretly invited to, as he was currently one of about seventeen Slytherin students who had chosen shots over boredom. After all, the sight of annoying Hufflepuff girls and the occasional rare Ravenclaw student who decided to let loose only made the reds and gold's all the more appalling to him.

But what made the entire experience all the worse was the fact that Harry bloody Potter and all his righteous glory had been eyeing Draco suspiciously all night, and was doing so even now, as he took his first swag of whiskey. Quickly, the blond mouthed a scorching 'what?' in Harry's direction as their eyes met, and the other promptly sighed tiredly and went back to conversing with the Weasel King and that stupid mudblood girl, who was probably lecturing him not drinking to much, judging by her pointed finger and disapproving scowl.

Suddenly, the couch seat shifted under the weight of another and Draco wasn't surprised as he heard a slurred, "Hey there Dray," and felt fingers combing through his hair, only to find Blaise sitting cross-legged next to him with his usual flirty smile. "Fancy seeing you in the Gryffindor dorms; I figured you were the type to avoid these idiots at all costs." He smelled of booze and, unsurprisingly, sex.

Draco didn't even bother to sneer; he was used to Blaise being flirty with him. "Shove it, I came for the whiskey."

The other Slytherin boy scoffed. "Who didn't?"

"Clearly Granger over there, and her ever annoying ability to be a buzz kill. I almost feel bad for Weasley; I bet she's lecturing him and Saint Potter about drinking as it is."

He didn't even slur.

"Ah, but you know," Blaise began again. "Potter's been giving you quite an interesting look, from what I can tell." Pausing, he fingered a girl over, who sat on his lap and laughed as she was pat like a cat by the Slytherin's most notorious bisexual. "I think he fancies you with all that booze in his system."

The girl, who Draco faintly recalled having seen in their common room, looked thoughtful for a second. "Oooh," she cooed. "Blaise, you think Potter fancies Malfoy?! That's just silly! He may be a pouf, but he hates you, right Malfoy?"

Blaise chuckled. "You never know Molly," he said, running his fingers through the girl's long brown hair. "Alcohol really is a miracle worker."

She frowned. "Shut up, that's just stupid. He's like the one person Malfoy couldn't get; the only untouchable man!"

"You make him sound like some sort of forbidden fruit," Draco spat. "Besides, that's not even true. I could get Potter if I wanted! Don't underestimate me."

"Oh, prove it."

The blond stood up with an even deeper scowl, if that was even possible. "You bet your slutty outfit I'll prove it!" And with this, he tried the best he could to saunter over to the Golden Trio, only to once again find that Harry had been staring at him. But he was hardly fazed by this, and instead chose to think of it as proof that this would only be easier.

"Hey, Potter!" he called once he was the appropriate distance from the Gryffindor students, voice a little more slurred then before.

Harry rolled his eyes when he saw Draco, looking pretty drunk and… pretty; not that he'd admit it out loud. "What do you want Malfoy?" he drawled out lowly, looking more irritated then he really was. "I'm trying to have a good time tonight without being pestered by you for once, so would you mind."

Draco shook his head and crossed his arms highly. "Likewise," he all but growled. "But it's rather hard to ignore your existence when you keep staring at me like you have been." Something in the back of his head told him he was doing it wrong as he spoke to Harry with this, but Draco really didn't care and chose to tell the voice to shut the hell up. "So, I have an idea," he began again. "Why don't you tell me what you want so I can have some relief from your staring here."

Harry grimaced. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco scowled. "Oh yes you do."

Suddenly, he grabbed the brunette by his arm and muttered, "You're coming with me," and dragged him off to the corner of the room.

"Now tell me," the Malfoy boy demanded.

Forgetting himself, Harry's anger seemed to diminish and he flexed his fingers, trying to make a decision. His mind was rushing at the moment, leaving the blond to stand against the wall and wait as he tried to steady his thoughts. And what made it worse was how hard Harry was to read, after all Draco proudly thought of himself as a very aware person, and thusly liked to believe that he knew people pretty well; especially the one person he always focused on during school, the one person that had always captured his attention, even now as he drank and tried to forget what bothered him most. This was strange to, since Draco always thought of Harry as someone who annoyed him to no end with his goody-goody antics. Even despite his sexuality, he never thought about other guys as much as he did about Harry and how to top him in life though.

All of a sudden Draco jumped as Harry came to a decision and the other felt warmth on his cheek and look up to see that the boy-who-lived had his hand resting there. "Potter…" he tried, but was cut off as lips were placed over his and he was pushed even harder against the wall behind him.

Despite himself, Draco moaned at this, rather enjoying the taste of Harry's lips more then he ever thought he could. Thusly, he grabbed the front of the brunet's shirt as an arm wrapped around his waist and brought him flat against a nicely toned chest. Eyes closed, the sensation and warmth intensified, and as the other's tongue ran over Draco's lower lip he gladly let it in and didn't even bother to fight for dominance. For once in his life, the blond was enjoying not being in control, with Harry, it was almost more satisfying just to give up.

He loved it; the taste, the relief, everything.

Meanwhile, he forgot all about Blaise and his pretty little girl-toy.

"Harry!?"

Suddenly, they stopped and turned to find the Weaselet staring at them in complete and utter horror.

"Ginny!" Harry gasped in return, releasing Draco's waist as he saw the tears welling up in her eyes. She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist then, pulling the crying girl back around to face him, which was probably a bad idea. "Ginny wait!"

"Why, why should I?!" she snapped, wiping the water from her cheek. "It's really none of my business if you want to suck Malfoy's face anyway, now is it!? So I'm better off just getting out of your way!" Her hands were tight in fists.

Harry released her arm, finding no words to reply with and stared at her like a deer in headlights. With her newfound freedom, Ginny quickly turned around and ran upstairs to her room, probably to cry her heart out, Draco figured with a snort. And upon hearing this, the brunet turned back around to find him smirking; completely amused.

"Well," he began. "That was quite a show, wasn't it?"

Harry scowled foully at him. "Shut up, I really don't need to hear your input on this, Malfoy."

Draco raised a brow in wonder. It seemed that the other wasn't really angry with him though, per say, which he usually was, so this was weird. He probably just needed to vent, not that Draco could blame him, but he still found it rather funny. Thusly, wondering what he could do, the blond slid his arms around Harry's neck and smirked once more, leaning in and placing soft, chaste kisses on his cheek and near his lips. "Aw," he cooed jokingly. "Is someone upset over the Weaselet? Well, I don't personally think it's worth it."

"Oh yeah?" Harry wondered, also wrapping his arms around Draco's waist once more. "And why is that?"

He shrugged. "Because, she's cute, true, but why bother with cute when you have someone this beautiful in your arms?" Draco stated matter-of-factly, obviously referring to himself with a wink. "Girls are overrated anyway, that's why I swing the other way. I don't think you should bother with the little ginger anymore."

Harry gave Draco a very disapproving look. "You bloody arrogant git."

"Guilty," he admitted proudly.

* * *

When Draco awoke the next morning, he was not where he thought he'd be and was just as shocked to find that several other students were stuck in the same predicament. Then, noticing the missing button on his shirt, he began to wonder why exactly he wasn't where he thought he'd be, and suddenly jumped as the events of last night hit him like a ton of laughing bricks. And, consequently, this caused Draco to look to his side and realize that he'd woken up from a deep sleep on… Harry fucking Potter's chest, of all the embarrassing (and strangely comfortable) places that could ruin his rep. And as Harry also began to stir, and eventually open his deep green eyes, Draco thought to himself, 'this bloody figures.'

Of course, said boy-who-lived was, as a result of barely drinking the night before, far less shocked by the appearance of a certain Malfoy in his bed, considering he probably remembered why such had occurred and all. "Wow," he groaned, holding his slightly throbbing head. "I'm surprised you're still here."

Draco gawked. "Still!?" he demanded. "Why am I here in the first place, Potter?! I remember plenty of last night, but I do not recall giving you consent in the area of spending the bloody night!"

"Oh relax," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "We didn't do anything. You just passed out on the floor, is all, and I had nowhere else to put you."

"Uhh, the couch?" the blond suggested crudely.

Harry laughed. "Trust me, you wouldn't have liked that very much. Zabini and Maddock were pretty avid about having their space there."

Draco made a disgusted face and got up from the bed, smoothing out his clothes and avoiding making any sort of eye contact with the other boy. Harry, on the other hand, remained cross legged as the blond gathered himself together; a thoughtful scowl soon gathering on his face. "Well," he all but growled out. "I would've preferred it if you woke me up, or at least left me to the floor, thank you." His voice was caked in disgust that probably wasn't all that real.

Harry shrugged and laughed again. "Unlike someone, I guess I'm just to nice to do something like that." He stopped himself before he admitted that Draco's sleeping and flushed face had struck him as utterly adorable, and he rather wanted to take the blond upstairs and ravish him.

"That's the problem with you Gryffindorks!" Draco spat.

Once more, Harry shrugged. "Call it a problem all you want; that's just how I am, Malfoy."

"Ah, but you have a bad side too, don't you?" Draco suddenly laughed knowingly. "After all, you are the one who decided to assault my mouth last night."

Harry blushed, but stood his ground with a glower.

"Okay, so you remember that, but not that you decided to sit on my lap and get completely wasted, I see. A selective memory, perhaps?" He didn't want to be a jerk, but decided it was better then being embarrassed by his… rival.

This time, it was Draco who flushed. "I did no such thing!" he all but shouted. "You've lost it Potter!"

Harry laughed at this. "Want proof?" he asked. "Go ask Ginny. She came back downstairs looking for an apology and when she saw you sitting there, she flipped again. And it figures that you're even more of an arse when drunk, because you then told her off and called me 'your man' for some reason." He stopped to get a better look at Draco's completely disgusted expression just for a moment. "Then when I told you that you were drunk and delusional, you got upset and said we were breaking up."

"Oh Merlin!" the blond shouted this time, covering his ears and chanting, "I don't want to hear anymore, stop, stop, stop!"

Again, Harry laughed. "You obviously don't drink often," he mused.

"Well, why didn't you stop me then!?" Draco suddenly demanded; pausing as Ron shifted in his bed and moaned, only to go right back to sleep a second later. "You must be a bloody queer, huh Potter!?" He pointed a triumphant finger at him.

The brunet remained lax in comparison. "The only queer I see is you," he stated calmly.

Draco rolled his eyes at this. "Well obviously," he groaned. "You're very slow on the uptake, aren't you? Anyway, go look in a mirror and you'll see another."

Harry shrugged and said, "That's probably true since I didn't really care that you decided to tell Ginny I was your man." Of course, he had to add a very confident laugh to this, which made the blond feel uncomfortable. And of course, to make matters worse, with this, he stood up and kissed Draco the way he had the night before. This time, however, the other stood stark still in response for a few seconds, only to eventually melt into the warmth and kiss back, regretfully as he ignored the voice in the back of his head that told him if his father found out, Draco was going to find himself beat into the floor of Malfoy Manor.

But it just felt so good.

After a good ten seconds more, Draco pushed Harry's chest so they would separate and panted out, "You're a bastard," in a less then wholehearted manner.

Of course, Harry only countered this with, "You're sexy."

The bastard.

THIS CHAPTER HAS NOT YET BEEN EDITED…
...However, I will edit it as soon as I get the time and the chance.
:)

Author's End Note: Sorry for the terrible rushed writing anyone. If anyone would like to give me ideas for chapter II, I will gladly accept them and dedicate that chapter to you for your help! Other then that, chapter II should be much longer then this one, since chapter I is more of an intro for what is to come. But anyway, I'll try really hard to get out more of 'Remember Me Soon' for those of you who are reading that, but in the meantime, please enjoy this story and remember to REVIEW, because REVIEWS make Jenn a happy girl.

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SUB!DRACO FTW
You know it's really perfect for him. You. Know. It.