Snapshot 5: The Drunkenness of a Harry Scorned

After taking several pictures featuring McGonagall, Trelawney and several handfuls of hair, the camera wandered on. Harry had decided to make a move on Cho, and was attempting to explain to her who Terry Pratchett was.

'You mean you really don't, don't know who Terry Pratshett is? You purebloods sure have missed out on a lot...'

'What are you talking about, Harry?'

'Terry Pratchett!' Harry exclaimed, waving his arm about vaguely. 'Damn good author, he is. Very funny.' He stumbled slightly and almost collapsed. Cho sighed and pushed him away slightly.

'I think Pavarti is looking for you, Harry,' She said, pointing to a corner of the Great Hall. Harry squinted.

'What's she want?' He murmured, heading off towards to direction Cho had pointed and forgetting all about Terry Pratchett. The Camera sniggered and began to follow the drunk Harry, foreseeing more opportunities for revenge on the unfortunate boy.

After several near-collapses Harry reached the corner he had been heading towards. Crabbe, Goyle and Draco looked up from the comfy chair they were seated in.

'What do you want, Potter?' Draco sneered, looking him up and down. With great effort Harry managed to pull himself up to his full height and even took a shot at looking dignified.

'May I have this dance, Pavarti?' He inquired, holding his hand out to Draco. After a few minutes the general concept of what was happening filtered into Crabbe's brain. He sniggered.

'Heh...Draco?' He said, a fair attempt at a cunning expression trying for a moment to appear on his face before it gave up and went to bother someone else.

'What, Crabbe?' Draco snapped, still staring in disbelief at Harry.

'Heh...I dare you.'

Draco gaped at Crabbe, and then at Harry.

'Oh no. No way. Not with him, there's no way I'm dancing with him!' Draco protested.

'What's the matter, Draco? Chicken?' Goyle asked, having managed to catch up on recent events. Draco glared at him for a moment before sniffing, standing up and giving Harry his hand, all the while glaring at Crabbe and Goyle. This was no mean feat, as they were both now behind him. Harry bowed, and the fates decided that it would be fun to make the band begin a slow waltz number.

The Camera circled around the two boys as they danced, watching as Draco slowly returned to the unpleasant world of sobriety between the odd glances he was receiving, the loud sniggering of Crabbe and Goyle, and Harry treading on his toes. The Camera took a few 'happy snaps' of the pair, joining Crabbe and Goyle in the sniggering department. After a few minutes of this Harry eventually gave in to the liquor clouding his brain and fell asleep, leaning awkwardly on Draco's shoulder. The Camera snickered as it watched Draco cast about desperately for someone who would be willing to help him. Eventually his gaze fell on Pansy.

'Pansy!' He hissed. The Camera watched the girl's eyes widen as she turned and spotted the hapless Draco.

'What, Draco?' She said coldly.

'Kill him and dispose of the body,' Draco said, shrugging the shoulder that Harry was leaning on, 'And I'll marry you.'

Pansy gaped. 'Running back to me now are you, Draco darling? Think I'm stupid enough to kill and get rid of the evidence of your little fling and just come running back? Well not this girl, Malfoy! We're finished!' With that she turned and flounced away. Draco blinked.

'I wasn't aware we had started in the first place,' he muttered, before shifting Harry off his shoulder and moving the two of them to a pair of chairs. Draco collapsed in one and Harry half fell, half slumped in the other. After a moment his head fell onto Draco's shoulder. The Camera sniggered as Harry began to drool.

'Ugh...' Draco said, disgust evident in both his voice and features. Harry chose this moment to awaken. He gazed at Draco muzzily for a moment, before he recognised him. He squinted his eyes into what the Camera believed he thought was a glare.

'What are you doing here, Malfoy?' He demanded, shock managing to make his wording clear. Draco stared at him for a moment, before smirking. Maybe it was because the Camera and Draco were, indeed, kindred spirits, or maybe it was just the similarities of their personalities. Whatever it was the Camera realised what Draco was going to say, and moved into position, focussing on the pair.

'Why Harry, I'm hurt! After all, we've just shared a dance...'

An expression of pure horror and mortification crossed Harry's face as the clock struck eleven.

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