Chapter 2: Drunk
Authors Note: Been busy/writer's block. Pathetic, I know. Anyways, I've always imagined Harry to be quite the bumbling drunk.
Drunk
Harry flailed about his arms, grasping at the air, at nothing, to steady himself. "Easy there," came a soft purr and he felt two lithe arms keep him up from behind. He couldn't help the small burp that came out of his mouth, or the ensuing giggle. "Dray-y..?" He slurred drunkenly, trying to turn around without tripping over his own two feet. Draco nodded, easily maneuvering Harry over to the sofa; "It's me."
Harry lifted his eyes to meet Draco's, suddenly shy, but leaned forward anyways, smacking a wet, impulsive kiss on Draco's surprised mouth.