Blaise and Draco were having a boys' night in. With Draco in an entirely different area of the castle to Blaise they didn't get to see each other as much as they had before. Draco had so few friends that he really treasured those he did have and Blaise had been his best friend for years. They had always been there for each other and had made an oath they always would be.

Blaise was bringing firewhiskey and Draco had already gone down to the kitchens to get snacks. Draco enjoyed going down to the kitchens because he got to see Dobby, his old house elf. He had always liked Dobby. He was slightly eccentric but had always cared for Draco when Narcissa could not, with no thoughts about what punishments he would receive. He had been both relieved and dismayed to learn that he had been fired but that dismay soon disappeared when he found out who his new owner was.

**

Draco heard a knock on the door and let Blaise into his room, quickly glancing around to check that Ginny was gone, he had been avoiding her ever since they had had their fight.

Blaise and Draco started the night off by talking about inconsequential things like their work and the gossip that was going around the school.

And then they reached the subject of the war. It was a tense topic for both of them. Draco had obviously had his own part in the war, not to mention the parts of both his father figures. Blaise was a Slytherin and therefore expected by all to side with Voldemort, not to mention the pressures that were being put on him by his step-father, but he was also a good person.

As they spoke of the many murders, rapes and instances where people had been tortured that had been in the Daily Prophet, they began to drink more heavily. All they really wanted was to forget the war and all the troubles it had brought them.

Drinking made Draco loose-tongued about certain things and for this reason he found himself telling Blaise about his kiss with Ginny and what had followed when Blaise asked him about girls.

"So what are you going to do?" Blaise slurred.

"I'm never going to see her again!" Draco replied dramatically, standing up and waving his arms.

"Except at Head meetings," Blaise pointed out.

"Except at Head meetings."

The topic changed onto Blaise and Luna for some time before Blaise suddenly interrupted their conversation.

"What sort of kiss?"

"French."

"Tongue and all?"

"Yes, see."

"I can't see. Show me."

"Fine," Draco answered in a huff and pecked Blaise on the lips.

"Now I know you can do better than that."

Draco sighed and sauntered back over to Blaise. "I'm only doing this because I am drunk, you know that."

"I know," Blaise laughed. "You really think I would've asked if I was sober? Now pucker up."

Leaning forward the two boys kissed. As the kiss developed the two boys pulled away from each other.

"Ew!" Draco squealed girlishly.

"Disgusting as that was, it was a good kiss. I can see why Ginny likes you."

"She doesn't like me, remember? She hates me now. That's the whole point."

"I forgot what a depressing drunk you are. She doesn't hate you. It's obvious she still likes you. You should just get together. She wouldn't mind."

"Don't. I'll ruin her life. What do I have to offer? What do I have to live for? No one loves me."

"Don't be ridiculous. Your mother does, Snape does, I do, Ginny could. Give her a chance. I'm going to go piss. Don't commit suicide while I'm gone."

Draco watched as his best friend left the room and collapsed onto his bed. His life sucked.

--

Ginny's life officially sucked. She has a detention and Head Girl duties and a lot of homework to do that night. Not to mention the fact her whole family was involved in a war. Where they could die any day and she and Draco were avoiding each other. It was suprising, how hard it could be. She had no idea they saw each other so much.

She was sitting in the common room when she heard someone coming from the direction of Draco's room. She sat straight up. What if it was him?

It wasn't him. It was Blaise Zabini, Draco's best friend, and he was looking slightly tipsy.

"Hey Gin-Gin. Haven't seen you in awhile," he greeted.

"Blaise, you saw me early today."

"I did?" he asked, baffled.

"Yes, I was with Luna. Remember her?"

"Oh Luna. Isn't she marvellous? I adore her, I really do. She has the most wonderful hair and oh her eyes…"

Ginny smothered a laugh, she would have to tell Luna about this, and said, "yes, she's great. So what are you doing here Blaise?"

"Draco and I are having a guy's night in. Getting drunk, talking about guy things like that."

"You were talking about girls?" Ginny asked oh-so-innocently.

"Yeah, he likes you. Doesn't think you like him anymore though," Blaise commented off-handily, and ingenious plan forming in his drunken mind.

"He thinks that? Really? I don't know why. I'm not really the type to hold a grudge."

"He doesn't know that. And you are a redhead. He probably expects you to be the type to get angry and hold grudges for life. Like your brother."

"I am nothing like my brother!"

"Never said you were love. But Drake might think it. You might have to prove to him that you do still like him."

"Fine!" Ginny said, annoyed. "But just to prove that I'm not like my brother."

She stormed off towards Draco's bedroom, leaving a snickering Blaise behind her

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Ginny tentatively knocked on the door to Draco's room, her annoyance inspired confidence mysterious disappearing. Well, she was here now, she told herself, no going back now.

Draco opened the door and looked shocked when he saw her. Without further ado she kissed him, pushing her lips onto his. When he realised what was happening he began to passionately kiss her back. He dragged her into the room and slammed the door shut, pushing her against it. She could taste him, feel him everywhere. The places where their skin met seemed to burn but it was a nice feeling. She came up for air and looked into his eyes. They were dark with lust and she had to look away before her brain completely disappeared. She caught sight of the Fire Whiskey bottle. What was she doing? Kissing a drunken guy, one she actually liked too, just because his drunken best friend had convinced her to.

She pulled away in disgust and yanked the door open. She ran to her room, forgetting that she could have just gone through the bathroom and barely hearing him cry her name. She passed Blaise, who was still snickering in the common room, entered her room and collapsed on the bed.

"Bloody Slytherins," she muttered. "Manipulative son of a bitches."