A/N Yay, chapter 9! I love writing this story. I like the responses I'm getting, and I keep getting more and more ideas to put into it. Anyway.

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Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else

Gets me frustrated

Life's like this you

You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you got

And you turn it into honesty

And promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it... -Avril Lavigne, Complicated

Seven Years of Bad Luck

Chapter 9: Complications and Drunken Words

Harry rolled over and opened his eyes. He let out a girly shriek and rolled backwards, tumbling off the side of the bed with a loud bump. Draco had been lying so close to him that their noses almost touched. Now the smaller, blonde boy was clutching at his sides, chest heaving.

"You stupid arse!" he gasped, voice ridden with giggles. Harry grabbed onto the headboard and hauled himself up onto the mattress once more.

"Funny." He said sarcastically. "Someone has a girly laugh, don't they, Malfoy?"

Draco promptly stopped laughing and put on a dignified sort of face.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Potter."

Harry turned onto his back and put his hands on his face.

"Uuughhh." Draco snorted.

"Excited, Potter?"

Harry sat up and glared at him. "Shut up." He lay back down and sighed loudly. "This is so complicated. It's just not going to work."

"What? Why not?"

Harry sighed again. "Think about it. It's just not right. You can't say.. you have to fall in love with this guy, nonetheless, or spend the next seven years permanently fixed to his side! It's like telling someone to..to..to.. well.. you can't just make someone fall in love! What have we been doing to each other for the fast five years? You can't just say, okay, forget it all, let's just snog!

Draco snorted.

"It's not funny! There are complications, too!"

"Like what?"

"Well..I dunno.. what about our reputations? What about our friends? What about your parents? What will your father do? What about when the whole of your house finds out that Draco Malfoy has to turn into a fag?"

Draco got up and sat on Harry's stomach, pinning his arms to his sides with his legs, and grabbed Harry by the chin, squeezing hard. He leant down to Harry's face and whispered dangerously,

"Don't ever use that word in front of me." He let go and went back to his side of the bed, where he turned over and said loudly,

"That word's for homophobes."

Harry lay stunned. He opened his mouth to speak, but Draco began to talk again.

"And as for my father… I don't know." He turned around to Harry again. "You know what he is, don't you?" Harry nodded, and Draco sighed. "When he finds out ... God, I don't want to know. If we stay together, Voldemort can't kill you unless he wants me to die as well... but my father wouldn't let him... would he?" He rubbed his eyes. "Either that or it'll all turn into some harebrained scheme to get you to him, using me."

Harry stared at him. "You wouldn't, would you?"

"Of course not. I just…don't want to talk about it much at the moment. All these major details are hurting my head. I wish there was some way to forget about it… just for now, anyway."

Harry was struck with a sudden idea. "We could...we could... well, only if you want to…that is, I mean.."

"Out with it Potter,"

"We could, you know, go to the kitchens, and get some alcohol, or something.."

Draco stared at him. "Can they just give you alcohol? I'm sure the school keeps it kept away.."

Harry grinned. "I have a useful little friend in the kitchens. I'm sure he'll be able to help us out."

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If Dobby was surprised at the request for a few bottles of strong vodka, he didn't show it. He scurried off into one of the back rooms and returned promptly, depositing three large bottles into Harry's waiting hands. He bowed them out of the kitchen with a squeaky 'Goodbye, Harry Potter' and a nervous glance at Draco.

Outside in the corridor, Draco gave the bottles a glance and looked questioningly at Harry. "Is that enough?"

Harry shrugged. "I dunno. I've never gotten drunk before. It's got to be strong, though.."

Draco chewed his lip. "You realize we could get suspended if we got caught, right?"

Harry handed the bottles over to him. "That's why…" he pulled something out from under his robes. "…I brought this."

It was the Invisibility Cloak. Harry brandished it proudly as Draco gaped, and he threw it over the two of them.

Harry had not brought the Map, so as they disappeared from view, they both checked to see if the coast was clear. When they discovered the affirmative, the two slowly but carefully began to make their way back to the room they shared, cursing every time the bottles happened to bump together, making a soft 'clink' echo along the halls.

After an uneventful journey back, they found themselves back in their room. Harry locked the door and checked the clock. It was just after 9.00.

"We missed dinner," he said softly.

Draco shrugged. "So?"

Harry sat on the bed next to him and pulled one of the bottles out from under the Cloak. "Shit,"

"What?" asked Draco.

"We don't have an opener. How the hell are we going to open them?"

Draco pondered this for a second. "Do you have a knife? We could go and get one from the kitchens…"

Harry grinned and dived under the bed to rummage in his trunk. He emerged with the pocket knife Sirius had given him. He chose one of the heftier blades and used it to pierce one of the bottle caps. He exerted a pressure on the end of it, praying the knife wouldn't bend. It didn't, and there was a pop and a hiss of air as the cap flew off the bottle. Pleased with himself, he handed it to Draco and proceeded to open another for himself.

"You ready?" asked Draco, with a nervous grin.

"Yup," said Harry. "Bottoms up!"

Draco peered at him curiously, and Harry shook his head. "Never mind. Muggle saying."

"Oh."

"On three? 1-2-3!"

The two tilted their bottles and took great gulps of the vodka. Almost at once the air was filled with a spluttering noise as each fought to swallow and not spit it out.

Gasping, Draco wiped his mouth and held the bottle at arm's length. "Jesus!"

Harry wrinkled his nose. "Tastes horrible, doesn't it? Kind of burns a hole in your throat."

Draco nodded, and took another swig. He winced. "It does the trick, though."

Harry agreed, and half an hour later, both bottles were finished. The third lay on the bed, but they were both drunk enough to have forgotten about it.

Laughter filled the room, and Draco staggered over to Harry. Still giggling, he pointed a finger at the dark haired boy.

"Y'know.. you're prettyyy.."

Harry giggled. "I like your hair!" He struggled to stand up, still clutching the empty bottle of vodka. The giggles faded away from both boys' mouths, and they found themselves walking towards each other. Harry tossed the bottle away, ignoring the splintering sound of the glass smashing on the floor. Draco pulled Harry to him, and Harry responded by attaching his mouth to the blonde's.

"Mmm.."

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, in which tongues explored tongues, lips pressed against lips in varying kinds of pressure, and hands tangled in hair, they found themselves tearing at each other's clothes.

They ended up in the bed, wearing nothing but boxers, but somehow these managed to find their way onto the floor.

Draco wound up on top, a fact he was rather smug about in his moments of drunken madness, and he was leaning down to kiss Harry, when the door banged open.

"Oh my GOD!"

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A/N Heyyyy, chapter 9, done! I'm getting better at this! And wow, I have over 100 reviews! You guys are so great! I haven't really decided who the intruder is yet (well,sort of) but I would appreciate to hear what everyone thinks. Who do you reckon it should be? Just leave a review or something. To the anonymous person saying Ron's eyes are blue.. how do you know that? It seems this is not the first time this has happened to me. Am I just missing things in the books or do I have a /really/ bad memory?

Oh yeah. One more thing… I think the rating is slightly off for this story. But I don't want to make it an R because it's not going to be particularly smutty at all. It's just the language, I suppose I'll have to cut down a bit… ^^