A/N: First Harry Potter fanfiction. Would love your feedback.

Chapter 1: Drunk Stupidity

Sitting in the darkest corner of the pub Harry was quite enjoying being alone on a Friday night. Oh who was he kidding he was bored out of his mind. Today was date night for his friends which basically meant everyone hang out without him. Though Harry wasn't bitter about it no, not at all and that is how he found himself finishing of his fifth bottle of fire whiskey that night. Being a single, gay wizard alone on a Friday night sucked. Especially after how Ginny reacted when he told her.

Flashback

"Harry, you can't break up with me we belong together. Do you hate me now?"

"No I don't but..."

"Then why are you doing this to me?"

"Ginny I'm... well I'm actually gay!"

"What do you mean your gay? You're an idiot and I fucking hate you. Come get me when you realize your mistake. Good-bye!" Ginny then stormed out of the room and the door slammed with a sense of finality.

End Flashback

Harry shivered at the memory and just sat there staring into his now refilled glass. Honestly he couldn't even string his thoughts together until someone sat down across from him. First rule in approaching a drunk wizard, he isn't always as drunk as he seems. Within three seconds of the man sitting down Harry had his wand pressed into the mans jugular making it hurt to swallow.

"Mr. Potter would you please stop stabbing me with your wand? I would like to talk to you."

"What the hell are you doing here Tom?" Harry whispered his AK eyes filled with suspicion.

"Why I'm here to see you!" Voldemort (a.k.a. Tom) said drinking in the sight of Harry. The boy had changed from the scrawny slip of a boy he used to be. He had shoulder length curly raven hair, eyes that glowed like the death curse, and plump rosy lips. His gaze traveled Harry up and down licking his now dry lips at the mouthwatering muscle seen through his tight t-shirt. Harry shivered at the overpowering lust shinning in the ruby snake like eyes. All the while making his own analysis of Voldemort. He was truly gorgeous with his short brown hair and chiseled jaw. His skin glowing with a soft freshly fallen snow look. His lips like cherries , looking soft and full.

"Okay then," he pulled his wand away "Let's talk."