Disclaimer: I really, really wish I owned Harry Potter.
Chapter 1
Tonight they sat in the Room of Requirement, drunk with both happiness and cheap muggle booze.
It was dark, and Harry had taken off his glasses a while ago. The only thing he could see at the moment was the glow of Draco's hair, next to him, as they sat with their backs against the door growing increasingly woozy. In front of them, the room stretched out, empty and colorful. What they'd asked for was a space in which they could throw a party, and so the Room had painted itself in lovely cosmic colors that seemed to drip and change with every glance- or maybe that was the alcohol taking effect. Nonetheless, it was beautiful. Harry was bathed in color.
It was supposed to have been a party for quite a large group of people, but no one had shown up save these two. It was because there was a potions quiz tomorrow. Harry and Draco were the only two who didn't feel the need to study. And Hermione could've gone without, too, but she was Hermione, after all.
Harry sighed. What was more important than celebrating the reconstruction of the Room? It'd taken them all year. Well- it'd taken Harry and Draco and Luna all year.
The memory of that first day returned to him, painfully bright and choppy.
