The Reawakening

Hey!! I do hope you like this fic; it's my first real one. I'm not too sure about it, because I found out the hard way that this wasn't an original idea. This is eventually going to be a Harry/Draco slash. Set 3 years after leaving Hogwarts. Harry is an Auror; Draco is a Death Eater- big surprise there. Here's the second chapter for your literatural enjoyment. I wrote this even thought I said I wouldn't when no one reviewed. Oh well!!

*Chapter 2*

Two hours later and Draco and Harry were still sitting drinking. Ron had left an hour earlier, after finally admitting to preferring a drunk Draco, to a sober one. His departure caused a bought of giggling from Harry, as Ron's excuse was mumbled and resembled something like " Got to…um…do… something…uh…tomorrow…up early…uh…yea." This was a lie. Harry knew Ron was terrified of Hermione, and she hated when he was late. Harry had seen this first-hand. One time when he and Ron had been out drinking to celebrate a very successful Auror raid, and they hadn't got home till 2pm and Hermione nearly burst a vein. Harry had to stay at theirs for a family get together the next day, and as far as he could remember, that was the last time he'd done so. He also tried not to keep Ron out too late after then.

Draco of course didn't know this. Harry thought the situation would have been a lot more amusing if he had known. Harry's fuzzy mind could only just comprehend this. One thing it could not comprehend though, was his, once, foolproof plan to find out where Draco had been all this time. By this time both Draco and Harry had abandoned any thoughts of detective work. When it came to a toss up between a good drink and an important, subtle and inconspicuous way to find out a persons innermosts, at the end of a long week, no less, the only question raised was "What you having?"

"…You know Harry…?" Harry had noticed Draco had started calling him by his proper name, and vice-versa. This showed just how drunk they were.

"You know…" Dracos face screwed up in concentration as he tried to remember what he knew.

"I…used…to hate you…I admit it," he said, now grinning at his triumph, "I used to absa…absol…absoloutalelly…detest you…"

Harry just grinned stupidly at this. He was slightly aware of a small voice in the back of his head yelling something about being so drunk. Like it wasn't good for you or something. 'Luckily,' Harry thought, 'luckily I'm only vaguely aware of it.'

"but…" Draco carried on. " but now…" Draco giggled like a school girl. "now I know…" he nodded his head knowing at what he thought must be Harry and waggled his finger. "…I know…that you're normal …just…like all the rest of us…"he motioned around the pub. "you're…you're commom…com…on."

Harry was sure that was insulting to some degree. His inner voice most definitely knew, as it shouted instructions to him, but the drunken stupor he was in refused to listen. It was that drunken stupor that grinned back, not Harry, whether the comment had been insulting or not. Harry noticed that while he had been internally debating with himself, Draco had carried on regardless, but one word Draco said stood out a mile to Harry,

"…I mean, take Voldemort for example…"

Harry sat up at those words.

"He…well…" Draco held his unsteady hand out and unsteadily started counting on his blurred fingers.

"Ultimate power, world domination…its…obviously a cry for attention…and you…got enough…attention that is…you're not into that…are you?…no?…no…Voldemort just wanted some…not that I'm jealous…of you…cause I…I like you…well…now at least."

Draco, who suddenly noticed his glass was empty and had been for the longest time trying to catch his attention, ordered another drink, remembered that he wasn't alone, and ordered one for Harry too.

"Thanks," the drunken stupor of Harry mumbled.

"So," Draco stated confidently when their drinks came and he once again had the comfort of the glass in his hand.

"So…" he said again for good measure.

"So…" this time he had forgotten what he was saying.

"So…ah!…so…" he remembered. "So Weasel and the Mudblood eh?" Draco winked seductively, or so he thought. Its hard being seductive when you're drunk. "Never would have guessed that one" Draco said sarcastically, or so he thought. Its hard being sarcastic when you're drunk as well. Draco mentally cursed the alcohol when his wink and sarcasm didn't have the desired effect.

"That's immature…stupid names," Harry slurred.

"Well yea. I mean obviously. Just an old habit that…sorry." Draco mumbled. At those words, Harry was genuinely shocked. Draco apologizing. Wow. Harry looked out the window to check for flying pigs, sheep or any other farm yard animal. Draco must definitely be drunk. Very.

"Yea…Draco?" mumbled Harry after a moments thought.

"Yes Harry?" mumbled Draco after no thought at all.

"Why do you like me? I mean… you said "now" you like me now. Why?" Harry said quite quickly.

'I don't know why,' thought Harry, 'but it's unnerving being this friendly with a guy you haven't seen for so long, who also used to be you're biggest enemy. Well sort of biggest. I never really hated him as much. Only cause Draco seemed to have the biggest chip on his shoulder that he felt he had to take out on everyone. Even me,' thought Harry while Draco thought about what Harry had asked. For a while it seemed Draco had forgotten what he was doing then suddenly he looked up, startled as if only seeing Harry for the first time.

"Harry…I…" Harry felt himself squirm. His name sounded foreign on Draco's lips, even thought Harry had heard it so many times already that night.

'Mmm lips, and Draco's at that. I never thought I would fall for him of all people. But I never hated him…' was his last thought before he blacked out.