And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head
Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur
Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door
- Snow Patrol "You Could be Happy"
Draco's stomach was in knots.
"A bit of an over-reaction, don't you think?" Julian said, as they made their way into a new bar.
Draco sneered, "He pisses me off. I don't know why I was trying to be nice."
They took a seat in the middle of the room, Draco ordered shots. "He didn't know, you can't blame him, you do look like-"
"Shut it." Draco said, "It's not that. It's him. We're archenemies. I shouldn't have put down my guard."
"Please, let's not bring up the years of you being an occlumens. Gross." Julian's nose curled.
Draco looked down into his drink, the liquid humming as the music pounded against everything. "I think I might go home, Julian. Thanks for the company." Draco leaned over to Julian and kissed him on the cheek. As Draco stood, a face of worry accompanied Julian. "I'm just tired."
Although it had only gotten colder out, Draco didn't run squealing. He didn't even bother to flag a taxi. He let the cold air settle into his bones. It hurt, a bit, breathing in the ice cold air after a while. Winter was upon them, but the snow had a couple of days before it would show up. Draco loved the winter, made him numb. It wasn't that he wasn't happy, Draco was happy, well, content. Content. He thought to himself. I'm content. Life is good. Things are good. He heard shouting coming up ahead of him, someone was having a pretty decent row. Draco intended to ignore the commotion but as he was walking past, Harry was thrown to the ground in front of his feet. His face was bloodied and bruised. He slurred insults to the other man, untranslatable. The other man laughed and turned away back into the building. Draco knelt down, only mildly curious, "You okay there Potter?"
Harry looked up to Draco, his head weaving around like a bobblehead, "'Ello, Draco!" A smile flew to his face, blood covering his teeth. "You are puuuuuurty." Harry fell back down onto the cold ground.
"Now, now, we don't want hero of the wizarding world to die choking on his blood after a bar fight, do we? Get up, get up." Draco pulled on Harry's arms, bringing him mostly to his feet. "Where do you live, Potter? I'll get you a taxi."
Harry looked at him, pushed his face into Draco's squinting. "Do I know you?"
"Jesus, Potter, can't hold your drink, aye? Let's go..."
Draco dragged the man to his house, fumbling with his keys he cursed and then whispered "Alohomora" and the door clicked open. "Bloody hell." Draco mumbled, as he staggered into his home. He dragged Harry over the sofa, Harry fell down like a ragdoll.
Draco watched as Harry snuggled into the cushions like a little kid.
"Gross." He muttered, although he couldn't look away.
Harry looked as though he hadn't showered in a couple of days, his hair matted and sticking about every which way, which was much the same as it had been when they were kids. He noticed a couple of alarming things, namely, the dark circles under Harry's eyes... the scars... all the little and huge and deep scars that scattered across his body. He looked peaceful, though, curling his body up, a contented drunken smile on his face. One of his eyes opened to peer over to Draco. "Come here..." Harry whispered, a thick slur made it impossible for Draco to understand him, "...it's so nice."
"You're really wasted..." Draco mumbled to himself, going into the other room to find a blanket for Harry.
He laid it over him, tucking it over his shoulders. "Go to bed, tomorrow morning is going to suck." As Draco began to move away, Harry reached out and grabbed his arm.
"No, stay..." Harry's eyes were closed and his face was relaxed, he was falling asleep. "Lay with me."
Draco looked down at his hands, "You're drunk, Potter."
"Lay..."
"You don't know what you're saying, you'd be so ashamed of yourself right now..." Draco smirked, looking back now at the man.
Harry tried to sit up, his eyes tried to open, "Sleep... now..." He pulled Draco towards him.
"Potter! Jesus... I-" He was immediately interrupted as Harry pressed his face into Draco's, his teeth nearly cutting through his lips as Harry pushed forwards apparently as hard as he possibly could. Draco could taste the drying blood from Harry's fight. Draco's eyes shot open wide and he pushed his hands against Harry's chest and struggled to move away, "POTTER!" He shouted, falling over onto his back. Harry laughed, lunged forward and fell straight onto Draco, straddling him as he tried to pin Draco's hands down.
"You're cute when you're angry..." Harry slurred, nuzzling his face into the nape of Draco's neck dragging his lips haphazardly around without much success as Draco managed to push him off of his body.
"Jesus Christ, Potter, do you realize who I am?" He kept walking backwards, hoping Harry would not be able to stand.
"Yeah, you're..." Harry was on all fours trying to heave himself upwards, "you're beautiful... and pretty... and..." Harry stumbled, tipping left and right. "Where are you going?"
"To get away from you, you bloody git! You're trying to molest me!"
Harry laughed, moving forward, "You talk too much." Draco weaved left in order to avoid him, and Harry ran straight into the wall, face first.
Harry fell back, falling to the ground like a rag doll. Draco's eyes widened as his mouth opened in shock. "Goddamn, you bloody idiot!" Draco knelt down, immediately lifting up Harry's head and checking his pulse. "What the hell got into you?" He mumbled as he stood, dragging the man into Draco's bedroom, he heaved the man onto his bed.