In all honesty Harry was not expecting Draco to show up in the Room of Requirement that night after everything that had happened at Hogesmeade, but when Harry showed up at midnight Draco was there sitting on the couch in front of a fire. Oh, and he was nursing a bottle of fire-whiskey.
He gave Harry a quick glance before pulling the bottle to his lips. "Thirsty much?" Harry asked as he went over and sat down next to Draco.
"It was a stupid idea Potter" Draco grumbled.
"Yea. I know." Harry reached over and grabbed the bottle before taking a long swig which turned out to be a bad idea because he coughed half of it up. "Bloody hell that's strong" he managed.
Draco grabbed the bottle back and took another drink. "It was father's favorite," he said bitterly "he left a whole cabinet full of it when he went off to Azkaban."
"Er- Draco-"
"Take a smaller sip" Draco instructed as he shoved the bottle back in Harry's face. Harry grabbed the bottle hesitantly raised it to his lips and took a small drink. Draco snorted at Harry. "Merlin Potter, that was weak" he slurred "here, c'mere." Harry awkwardly inched closer to Draco as he took a long swig of the fire-whiskey, but he didn't swallow it. He leaned forward and placed his lips on Harry's.
He had not been expecting that, but he really hadn't been expecting to feel the flow of burning fire-whiskey travel from Draco's lips to his. This time, Harry didn't cough. He felt immediately intoxicated and not from the alcohol.
When the last of the alcohol made its way into Harry's mouth Draco leaned back and brought the bottle back to his lips, but Harry grabbed it. "You've had enough" he said and Draco glared at him. "At least let me catch up before you get completely sloshed." Draco rolled his eyes and Harry took a few more tentative sips.
"I hate your bloody friends" Draco mumbled and Harry glared at him.
"Well you weren't exactly being friendly to them" Harry said. "Plus you're the one who made that comment about us humping!"
Draco giggled which only further confirmed that he was indeed drunk. "The Weasel deserved that for suggesting we end us and then said he hates Slytherins."
Harry glared at him. "You hate Gryffindors" he deadpanned. "Whatever- I already admitted it was a bad idea." He took another long swig of the whiskey, he was starting to get more accustomed to it. He was also starting to feel the effects as the alcohol spread threw his body.
"He's bloody lucky I didn't hex his bollocks off for all those comments about... about..." Draco started, but his voice trailed off.
"Your father?" Harry prompted. "You know he doesn't understand."
Draco shook his head and grabbed the bottle back. "I meant the... the stuff I did during the war" he said absently.
"The war doesn't matter" Harry said, but he grabbed the bottle back as he did.
"That's a lie, Potter. You know it is" Draco said, his words slurring together.
Harry sunk further into the couch and stared at the ceiling. "Yea" he said after a while. "I know."
Silence hung in the air for a while, the only sound was that of the bottle being passed back and forth between them. After what seemed like forever, Draco opened his mouth and words started pouring out that Harry was completely sure would never come out if he were sober.
"I remember" Draco started "I can't stop remembering. What Weasley said was true. All of it. I remember and I can't stop remembering."
"Draco, what're you talking about?" Harry asked and Draco waved his hand in his direction for no apparent reason.
"Granger" he supplied after taking another long swig. "I remember my aunt torturing her. I remember her screams and cries and... I remember standing there feeling useless and utterly hopeless. I thought- I thought you were going to die and that the Dark Lord was going to win and..." Draco groaned and rolled closer to Harry before attempting to punch him in the arm but failing in his drunken state.
"Bloody hell, what was that for?" Harry defended.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Draco declared "you got captured, you bloody idiot! And I had to go look at your stupid face and- and- I lied for you and you still nearly died! Do you have any idea what would've happened if you'd died!"
"Erm- Neville would've-"
"Don't be dense Potter!" Draco practically yelled. He was not a fun drunk, Harry decided. Harry took another long drink, he really needed to catch up to Draco's state of drunkenness. "We'd all've been screwed! I would've had your dead body in my house!"
"Calm down Draco!" Harry insisted "I didn't die, okay? And what Bellatrix did was awful, but that wasn't your fault! That woman was deranged, so was your father, and so was Voldemort. The common link here is you. You were innocent in all of this. If you'd have gone against them they'd have killed you in an instant."
Draco made a weird snorting noise and pouted like a child. Harry chuckled and scooted even closer to Draco so their noses were practically touching. Harry could smell the alcohol on his breath. Harry met his eyes, but Draco just crinkled his nose and tried to look away. Before he could Harry but a hand on his cheek and forced him to look at him. "Hey" he practically whispered. "You went to hell and back and you survived. That's what matters. That's what me and you do, right? We survive. Even when we're not supposed to."
"Why?" Draco asked "why couldn't I have just died?"
Harry stared at him. He searched his brain for an answer, for something to comfort Draco. But he was too drunk and too mentally exhausted to form a coherent sentence so instead he leaned forward the slightest bit to connect their lips.
The kiss hardly lasted a few seconds before Harry pulled away because he managed to form a thought. "Because I need you alive with me" he mumbled against Draco's lips.
Draco made a weird whining noise and rolled away from Harry. "I'd shag you right now but I'm really drunk" he slurred and Harry almost spit out the fire-whiskey he was downing.
"Wait- what?"
"Shag you Potter" Draco repeated as he stretched out on the couch and gave Harry a drunken goofy smile. "Like all the way. Ya know, sex. Me and you."
"Erm-"
"I'd top of course. I'm more manly-"
"You are not!"
"And you'd be begging for me to give it to you anyways."
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed. Draco just glanced at him and tried to grab the bottle back, but Harry held it out of his reach. "You'd really want to shag?" he asked and Malfoy just nodded dumbly and reached even further for the bottle before giving up and collapsing onto his stomach on the couch.
Draco took a long breath. "We'll talk when we're sober" he declared "till then I need a change of subject before I start saying stuff I shouldn't, like how nice it'd feel to have my cock up your-."
"Alright!" Harry blurted out. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Mmmm..." Draco hummed "I dunno I'm pretty drunk right now Potter, you're going to have to decide."
Harry gave a small laugh at the way Draco was swaying his head back and forth on the back of the couch. "Let's play a game" Harry prompted and Draco made another humming noise. "Truth or dare?"
"Are we thirteen Potter?"
"Shut up and play" Harry said "truth or dare?"
"Dare" Draco declared.
"Alright, well" Harry started "uhh... Do something you've been wanting to do but you're too scared to do sober."
Draco bit his lip and contemplated this for a while. Suddenly he sat up straight on the couch and grinned at Harry. He crawled over and deposited himself onto Harry's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. Harry laughed as he wrapped his arm around Draco's waist. "That's what you're too afraid to do sober?" he asked "cuddle?"
Draco gave a small shrug. "You'll get the wrong idea if we start cuddling all the time" he explained.
"And what's that?" Harry prompted.
"Uh... I don't know" Malfoy said. "So... truth or dare, Potter?"
"I've got a drunk boy on me so truth" Harry said with a small laugh.
"Before all this happened" Draco said into Harry's throat, "did you ever wank to the thought of me?"
"Uh..."
"You did, didn't you?" Draco teased.
"It's not- not really- only kind of-" Harry rambled and Draco laughed at him.
"You have to tell me!"
Harry sighed dramatically and tightened his grip on Draco's waist. "Alright, well I pretty much spent 6th year stalking you-"
"I'm aware."
"Shut up" Harry complained. He took another long sip of fire-whiskey before continuing. "Well, I followed you on the Maurarder's Map- I'll explain later, don't ask- and one day you went off to this weird spot by the lake, and... I thought you might be doing something- erm- Death eater related so I put on my cloak and followed you but- you were..."
"Shagging that Hufflepuff" Draco supplied. Harry felt his body tense up slightly in his arms. "Wait, you didn't watch, did you?"
"No! Well, erm- Alright just listen" Harry rambled. "By the time I got there you were- uh- you were already going at it pretty hard. I was shocked at first so I just kind of stood there awestruck." Harry thought back to the memory. The girl, Harry didn't even remember her name, had been completely naked and lying down on her back. Draco had been shirtless with his pants pulled down to his knees, he was positioned between the girls legs, ramming into her.
Harry swallowed and forced himself to talk. "My trousers got a bit too tight and I realized what I was doing so I ran away" he continued "and erm- I went back to my room to have a wank. I, um, tried to convince myself that I was thinking about the girl you were with, but erm..."
"You were thinking about me" Draco provided with a chuckle. "Oh Potter, who were you kidding with that Weasley girl?"
"Shut up!" Harry defended "I'd never actually seen people having sex back then and I thought that was why I was excited. I didn't know!" Harry frowned at his old stupidity. He had literally wanked multiple times to the image of Draco's bare arse jutting back and forth in the moonlight. Suddenly, Harry burst into a fit of giggles. "I was so stupid!"
Draco snorted and started laughing too. "Yea, we both were" he said. "Mmmm I'm sleepy."
Harry snuggled even closer to Draco and grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch. "Me too" he hummed "'n I'm too drunk to go back to Gryffindor."
"Mhmm" Draco hummed against Harry's chest, and hardly two minutes later both boys were passed out.
The next morning neither boy said much to each other. Mostly because they were hung over, but also because Harry felt a little uncomfortable about everything they'd talked about last night. Mostly pertaining to sex.
Harry tried to shove those thoughts aside as he and Draco practically crawled into breakfast. He felt people turn and stare, making comments and whispering back and forth. This was nothing new since the rumors about them had started, but he could've sworn it was worse today. Then again, that might be the hang over.
Harry made his way to the Gryffindor table and plopped down next to his friends. He immediately went for the coffee. He didn't even realized that no one had said anything since he sat down until he'd chugged half his coffee. "Erm- what's going on?" he asked nervously.
"Harry, I-" Hermione started but Ron interrupted her.
"Hermione, just give him the paper" Ron said and Harry rolled his eyes. Who cared about yet another ridiculous Daily Prophet article about him?
"Alright, just... Don't over react Harry" Hermione said as she awkwardly handed Harry a copy of the Prophet.
Harry scanned it and his heart sank. Right there on the front page was the headline:
The Chosen One Shacks up with Death-Eater
Accompanied with none other than a picture of him and Draco kissing in the hallway.
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