Why Not?
By Jonathan Moeller
Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Harry Potter!! It's all the fabulous J.K. Rowling's.
This is the prequel to "Why?" (my first HP FanFic). This takes place the Christmas Vacation before Draco makes his decision.
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Draco snickered to himself. "God, that stuff is strong," he said aloud, and laughed again. He stumbled down the halls of Hogwarts, so smashed he couldn't recognize where he was. He sobered up a bit when he ran face first into a suit of armor. It jumped.
"Stupid git! Bumbling around school, drunk out of his mind. I should lop your head off!" it grumbled.
Again, Draco was giggling. He went around the armor and continued his stumbling through the castle. "I should go to the Girls' Restroom and see Myrtle. I haven't talked to her in ages, and she does know so many interesting things about this castle." He headed towards the churning staircases.
He had been staggering about for a few hours when he realized he'd found himself on the fourth floor. "How the hell?" he whispered, and turned to head back down the stairwell to get closer to the ground. But the stairs weren't there. He lurched over the absent banister and, in his stupor, began to giggle at the weightless feeling already stealing over his body. His robe was grabbed from behind and he was pulled into a half embrace.
"Twice. Twice in twelve hours. Do you constantly have to try to kill yourself?" asked Harry.
"Shit," Draco said to himself. Asshole's going to have a field day with this one. "Saved your life twice, Malfoy! You owe me! he thought.
"Let's get you back to the dungeons." Harry hoisted Draco so that his arm was under both his shoulders, carrying most of his weight.
Through his daze, Draco was suspicious. "How do you know I belong in the dungeons? No one knows where the Slytherin dorms are."
"No reason. Happened upon them second year," Harry explained. Draco knew something was lying beneath that statement, but he was too drunk to care. Harry helped Draco down all the flights of stairs, throught the freezing dungeons, and to the entrance to the Slytherin dorms. When they got to Draco's room, Harry helped Draco lay down. Harry's arm got caught under Draco and he lay there, hovering over Draco.
Draco blushed. "Get off," he tried to say.
"I'm working on it! I'm stuck under you, dumbass." Harry tried moving his arm out from underneath him, but the only result was Draco's look of discomfort. He didn't try to help Harry at all. He just laid there. "You know. Without your help this is a very unproductive effort," Harry said firmly, though he seemed half-willing.
Suddenly, Draco resumed his giggling. "Potter, you're stuck." He laughed a little harder and pitched upward to kiss Harry.
Harry, caught off-guard, froze. Draco lay back down with a huge smile on his face. He rolled half-way on his side and freed Harry's arm. But Harry didn't move. He leaned back over and continued kissing Draco.
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Draco woke up the next morning next to a shirtless Harry.