WARNING LABEL: IF YOU DON'T APPORVE OD ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, ILLICIT DRUG
USE, OR DRUNKEN DEBAUCHERY, OR TWO GUYS MAKING OUT AND ALL THAT FUN STUFF,
DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER.
Chapter 18
At 5:30, Draco, in his black leather pants, silver mesh shirt, dog collar and spiked bracelets, checked the time for the fourth time and sighed and ran a hand through his ice blond, chin length hair. *Potter's running late as usual. He'll miss the party!* He could hear the water running in the shower and, shaking his head, pounded on the bathroom door. "HARRY!!!! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!!!!!!" Harry poked his dripping wet and still soapy head out of the door, nearly bumping noses with his Slytherin soul mate. Draco jerked his head back, studiously gazing anywhere but Harry's obviously naked torso.
"What?" asked Harry, eyeing Draco's costume, and completely missing the fact that Draco was incredibly uncomfortable around him. "What's going on? Why are you ready? We don't have to be ready for another three hours. Relax." Harry was about to close the door when Draco stuck his foot in between the door and the door jam.
Draco cocked an eyebrow elegantly. "And I suppose you are just going to skip the school party, which starts in half an hour I might add, or have you completely forgotten?"
Harry stared at him in confusion. "What- When was that announced?" Harry asked, feeling stupid.
Draco grinned at him, showing two, long, tapered fangs in his mouth. "It's only been planned for the last two weeks, Potter. Where have you been?" He grinned even wider at the shock on Harry's face.
"Really? I haven't heard anything about it, or maybe I just totally spaced..." Harry closed the door on Draco's face. Draco sighed as he heard the water start back up again.
"Potter! You have thirty minutes before I leave you here!" Frowning, Draco grabbed his black velvet hooded cloak from his bed and, slinging it over his shoulders, stalked into the Slytherin Common Room.
Exactly twenty one minutes later, Harry stalked gracefully from the bathroom into the Slytherin Common Room. Draco wondered what the hell everyone was staring at, looked up from his book and simply stared at the apparition in the doorway. His jaw almost hit the floor before he managed to recover his dignity. *Potter is... hot... DAMNIT STOP THINKING THAT WAY!!!* He mentally berated himself.
*It is true. Potter IS hot,* Draco grudgingly thought to himself in what he tried to delude himself was a completely platonic way.
Harry entered through the darkened hallway, blending perfectly with the shadows. His leather trench coat billowed around his leather clad legs as he strode into the room. He had grown his hair until it was down to his shoulder blades, two thick, silver streaks in the front framing his face in an entirely sinisterly beautiful way. He wore a simple leather choker studded with black iridescent stones around his neck and around matching bracelets around his wrists. His eyes glowed a verdant green, enhanced by kohl eyeliner. He smirked, enjoying the appreciative stared and whistles coming his way. Mockingly, he bowed, earning a fervent round of applause from the entirely of the Slytherin House.
"Really, Mr. Potter. One would think you enjoyed the spotlight." Severus Snape remarked as he swept into the Common room. His hair, normally greasy from the potions residue, shone in silky, ebony waves that framed his face and brushed his shoulders. He wore a tight black mesh shirt that showed off well formed pectorals and washboard abs so tight you could bounce a quarter off of them. His even tighter leather pants definitely left next to nothing to the imagination. His normally slightly sallow features appeared chalk white next to the black eyeliner, eye shadow and lipstick he wore. Completing the picture, silver studded bracelets encircled his wrists and two large silver chains were slung around his hips. His students stared, jaws brushing the floor, at the transformation, then stood up and gave him a standing ovation. Severus merely cocked an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked, baffled. He looked down at himself. "Oh please. I'm not even in costume." That remark earned him two faints (first years) and a whole chorus of wolf whistles from guys and girls alike. He grinned and took a bow. Harry stalked over to him.
"This is SO sad. They're whistling and passing out over a teacher and a Gryffindor," Harry remarked in an undertone. "Even Draco's jaw hit the floor."
Severus cocked an eyebrow at this tidbit of information. "Really," he stated in an equally quiet voice. "I hadn't realized that my godson had truly accepted the fact that he would be bound to a male for all eternity, although I have known for years that he doesn't like the female sex. He's finally out of denial. As for the rest, everyone knows that I'm the Slytherin Sex God and you're an honorary Slytherin as my nephew. They still have good taste."
Harry's jaw dropped slightly. "You- you mean he thinks I'm hot???" he managed to squeak out, shocked, glancing surreptitiously at Draco. "And since when are you the Slytherin Sex God?" The closer Slytherins edged closer, eager to find out who they were talking about.
Severus stared at him strangely and pulled him bodily from the dorms. He dragged Harry into his quarters so they could continue the conversation in private.
Draco stared at his soul mate as he was dragged out of the Slytherin Dorms. He met Harry's eyes and was dismayed to see slight fear and apprehension in the Gryffindor's gaze. *Oh SHIT,* he thought miserably. *Somehow, he knows. This is not good.*
"Uncle Sev, are you sure?" Harry asked miserably as soon as they stood inside Severus's living room.
"Positive, Harry. It would take something truly magnificent for Draco to lose his cool like that." Severus crossed the room and poured himself a shot of whiskey. "Would you like one?" he asked, gesturing to the bottle.
"Considering that I don't think I can handle this cold sober, yes, please." Harry sat down and buried his head in his hands. Severus joined him on the couch, two glasses in his hands. He handed one to Harry and they downed them wordlessly.
"All right, now we have this fortification, I'm going to ask. Do you feel anything at all towards Draco?" Severus asked cautiously, feeling the alcohol numb him slightly.
"He's my best friend, even better than Ron ever was. With Draco, I don't have to hide anything. He knows about the visions, he knows about my- Vernon," Harry stumbled over the name, rage choking his throat momentarily. Gulping, he continued. "He knows everything and he accepts me. In fourth year, when the visions started, Ron freaked out and I couldn't talk to him or Hermione. I was too afraid they'd abandon me if they found out what I was seeing every time I closed my eyes."
Severus put an arm around him comfortingly. "It's all right, Harry. No one is going to abandon you."
"I know that. I know that you accept me for who I am. But, I was never sure of them. That's my point. I couldn't even trust my best friends not to abandon me. It was horrible. Now, I know that I have people who love me for ME, not the 'Boy- who- Lived" junk." Harry relaxed into Severus's embrace, glad for the comfort.
"To answer your question, I honestly don't know," Harry said, his shoulders stiffening. "I suppose it's possible, but I can't even think about it. I keep seeing Vernon hurt me when I think about having a relationship. This sucks!" Wearily, Harry rubbed his eyes. "With Cho, it was different, because I didn't really like her. I've never really had a crush on anyone, her included. I asked her out because I was curious about all the dating hype. With Draco, I don't know. Even if I did like him, I've still got to work past all this." A lone tear trickled down his cheek.
Severus gently brushed the tear away. "I understand completely, Harry and I don't blame you for being apprehensive about a relationship. You two will wind up together, though. Soul mates, with the exception of identical twins, wind up together. There is no exception. Draco will let you work out whatever you need to work out and let you have as long as you need."
Harry nodded dejectedly. "Thank you, Uncle Sev. I just wish that I could have made a better soul mate. Poor Draco. He shouldn't have to put up with this."
Severus rolled his eyes and pulled Harry into a bone crushing hug. "I can think of no one better who I'd prefer to see with my godson. You will be good for each other." He looked over his nephew. "What are you supposed to be, if you don't mind my asking?"
Harry stood up swiftly and removed his trench coat, revealing his bare chest and WINGS growing out of his back. "I don't think the other teachers would appreciate my walking around without a shirt, but I can't get a shirt to fit over the wings." Harry turned around and, flexing two bones protruding from his spine, fully stretched the black iridescent feathery wings out to their full extension, about twelve feet in diameter at the widest point. They extended about a foot above his head and almost trailed on the ground. "I can even fly with them, too."
Severus, wide eyed, gently trailed his fingers down the soft feathers. "A Dark Angel?" he asked in wonder. "I can see why Draco was just about drooling. You look incredible."
Harry blushed. "Thank you. Wait a minute, Draco hasn't seen them yet! I'm keeping my trench coat on until out party starts. Don't tell him. I want it to be a surprise."
"Oh I'll say it'll be a surprise. He's going to probably jump you right then and there," Severus said with a smile, still playing with the feathers.
Harry's eyes widened and he stared at his uncle in shock. Suddenly he grinned playfully. "So I guess I should walk around without my coat. That would have an interesting effect on the student body, don't you think?"
Severus laughed. "Walk around like that only if you want to have to beat the guys and girls off with a stick. Come on. The party's starting and you don't want to be late," Severus said sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, and since when are you the Sex God? Draco's been voted that two years in a row." Harry smirked at his uncle.
"I'll have you know that I was voted Slytherin Sex God and Most Shaggable Guy in School for five years in a row: from third to seventh year. I beat out Lucius every time, to his anger and consternation. Draco only WISHES he had my charm and finesse," Severus growled, smirking back at his nephew. He got up from the couch. "Let's go already."
Harry laughed and, slinging his trench coat back over his wings, hiding them, they walked out of his quarters.
Draco was standing right outside the door, waiting for them. He locked eyes with Harry apprehensively, terrified of what he might find. *Please, PLEASE don't let him hate me or act weird,* he pleaded with the higher powers.
Harry casually slung his arm around Draco's shoulders, ignoring his soul mate's startled and thankful look. "Come on, Draco. They can't start the party without us." He guided the astonished and grateful Slytherin towards the Great Hall.
Draco let out a silent sigh of relief as the three of them walked out of the Dungeons and into the Great Hall.
Harry and Draco pushed open the doors to the Great Hall and strode inside. Harry took in the gaudy decorations without a second glance. Basically, the Hall looked the same as it had that morning. The only thing that was different was the ceiling. Instead of a sunny day like that morning, ominous clouds rolled across the starlit night. An enormous Harvest Moon hung low on the horizon.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Really, Draco, could this be any lamer?" he drawled to the smirking Slytherin by his side.
"I don't know, Harry. Last year was worse," Draco replied, smirking in return.
Severus rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you two. Could you please let the children enjoy themselves? This is geared to the younger students."
Harry and Draco laughed and sauntered over to the Slytherin Tables. "You activated the Portkey, right?" Draco asked Harry as they sat down next to a she devil Ginny, Osiris Seamus and Isis Blaise. They watched as Neville, who looked quite good in gothic clothing, dance with Luna in a Catwoman costume.
"Of course. Third suit of armor. Grab the visor and say 'The Chamber of Secrets'. Everyone knows already." Harry grabbed a mug of Butterbeer and downed it in one long gulp.
Draco scowled and chose to sip his Butterbeer. "Honestly, Potter. This isn't a Frat Party, and Butterbeer isn't alcoholic. Do try to control yourself."
Harry shot him a dark look and asked, a slight slur to his voice. "What makes you think that was Butterbeer? Do try to keep up, will you?" Draco rolled his eyes and sniffed the bottle. Sure enough, it was a very potent Firewhiskey.
"Are you trying to get plastered already?" Draco asked incredulously.
"If it'll make the two hours I have to be here go by quicker, then yes." Harry summoned another bottle and closed his eyes. He took another long gulp of the now Firewhiskey and sighed.
"Would you please not get plastered?" Draco hissed, looking anxiously at the Teacher's table. Dumbledore was staring at them suspiciously and Severus was making a quick slashing motion over his throat at them. Draco grabbed Harry's arm and quickly led him out of the Great Hall. Harry kept a tight hold on his bottle as they left.
They sat on the stairs, passing the bottle back and forth. "So, why are you so anxious to get drunk all of a sudden?" Draco asked lightly.
Harry grinned. "I'm not drunk. In fact, the first one was Butterbeer. I only changed it when you asked."
Draco smacked his arm. "Damn it Potter! So answer the damn question already. Why do you want to get plastered?"
"Well, let's see. We're at a boring party and can't leave for," Harry checked the time, "another hour and fifty two minutes, and I heard some news tonight that really disturbed me."
Draco had a sinking feeling in his stomach. "What was that?" he asked quietly, dreading the answer.
Harry turned to look at him. "You'd already know the answer to that if you hadn't have put up those shields. So, until you can get over whatever problem you have with me and being in my mind, I'm not telling," he said with a pout.
Draco pouted back. "Oh, come on, just a hint? Please?" Harry resolutely shook his head. "Fine then, be that way." Draco stood up and pulled Harry to his feet. "What's with the trench coat?" he asked, changing the subject completely.
Harry shrugged. "I don't think the teachers would appreciate my costume." Draco took a huge gulp of the Firewhiskey, trying to erase the images that statement gave him. It didn't work. In fact, it made the images worse.
"Come on," Draco groaned, dragging Harry back into the great Hall. "Less than two hours to go. It can't be that bad."
Draco was right. It wasn't that bad, especially after Dumbledore decided to have an early night and left an hour into the party. At 8:40, Harry left the party and Apparated straight to the Chamber. He quickly started the music and Linkin Park's Numb blasted from the speakers. He stood in the center of the room and released the spells on the dry ice containers, adding spider webs to the walls in the same breath. He turned on the strobe light and dimmed the rest of the lights.
On a whim, Harry transfigured the bar from the plain wooden one in the room to a very ornate self serve Bar and tables. He changes the bar top to glass and put four Pewter Dragons underneath, holding the glass in their clays. He did the same with large square tables that he placed in strategic areas around the cavern. Finally, he added five comfortable couches and ten or so large chairs around the roaring fire in the serpent's mouth and put two tables, the same design, in front of them.
Alanna and Xander Apparated in, holding trays. Alanna, dressed as Queen Akasha from the movie The Queen of the Damned and Xander as the Vampire Lestat from the same movie asked, as one voice, "Where do you want the trays?" Harry secretly wondered how the metal halter top bra cups stayed in place, considering that there was no back to the costume. Not that he was complaining. It looked incredible.
"What are on them?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh, some of our inventions," Alanna replied. "I have chocolate cherry bombs and Xander has Jell-O shots, about two hundred of each."
Harry's eyes widened. "What are those?" he asked.
"Cherry bombs: bing cherries, magic shell chocolate and amaretto liqueur. Put the liqueur in the cherries and cover them in the magic shell. Pop them in the freezer for an hour and they're ready. Jell-O shots: replace all the water with Everclear in the recipe and add either fruit or whatever you want. In this case, we added sour gummy worms," Alanna explained.
Harry nodded. "Put them on the tables around the room. Two or three trays each should do it and I'll charm the trays to refill from the extra trays without us having to manually walk around and refill them." Alanna and Xander distributed the trays, having seven trays left over each, which they stacked on the bar and put a cooling charm over them.
"Who's bartending?" Xander asked, standing behind the bar.
"I thought that we'd let people pour their own drinks," Harry replied, putting out trays of hot wings, dip, salsa and chips on the tables.
"Oh no. How about we rotate? Xander, I, Severus, Emily, Eric, Draco and you can all take turns. It'll be fun." Alanna took the extra trays from Harry and set them behind the bar as well, setting the refill and cooling charms herself.
"All right, but I'm not too good about how to pour drinks," Harry warned.
"That's all right. You'll catch on quick. Now then the guest should be arriving any minute-". Severus and Draco Apparated into the middle of the Chamber just as she was speaking. Lily, James, Remus and Ginny quickly followed them.
Harry gasped at the incredibly cool costumes his parents had. Lily was a water nymph, complete with turquoise hair, a skintight body suit that looked like the waves and the rest of her skin colored to match. James was a fire spirit, complete with fiery red hair with black tips, ebony eyes, and scarlet skin covered with black leather. Remus was Frankenstein, green skin, electrodes and all. Ginny was in her demon transformation, her black leather miniskirt, black tube top, and had added two small horns to her forehead and a long forked tail.
Lily grabbed a Jell-O shot from the table. "MUM! You're not having alcohol tonight, are you?" Harry asked, worried.
Lily stared at him. "Why wouldn't- oh yeah, the baby. Guess I'm the designated Apparater then." She gave the Jell-O shot to James, who happily consumed it for her.
"Great Jell-O shot! Who made them?" he asked loudly over the booming music.
"I did!" Alanna exclaimed form behind the bar. They turned and watched as more partygoers stumbled in, exactly at 9:00. Emily, Eric, Seamus and Blaise all appeared in the center of the dance floor. Harry got an eyeful of Eric and Emily's costume: Marilyn Manson and what looked to be Marilyn Manson's personal cheerleader, if the black and red cheerleading outfit with the pitchfork Ms could be believed.
"Emily! Great costume!" Harry yelled over Saliva's Always. "Manson's cheerleader?" he asked.
"You got it!" Emily enthusiastically nodded, yelling back. She pulled Eric onto the dance floor and they started dancing. Lily and James followed them, as did Xander and Alanna. Draco and Harry sat down behind the bar in a slightly strained silence. Harry quickly poured himself a Screwdriver and sipped it. Draco just poured a shot of Bacardi for himself.
Neville and Luna arrived together thirty seconds later. Neville, right away, asked for a double shot of whiskey. Luna asked for a coke and rum. Harry and Draco, still slightly uncomfortable, started bartending. "Are you sure you're not going to tell me?" Draco asked finally.
Harry shook his head. "Why aren't you in my head any more? It feels so weird!"
"I can't tell you," Draco said, grimly pouring another drink.
"Then you aren't going to find out. It's that simple," Harry spoke resolutely, the topic closed. He handed a drink to Blaise and another to Seamus in silence.
Alanna and Xander stumbled over. "Hey, we'll take over for now. Go have fun!" Alanna yelled, shooing the two out from behind the bar. She and Xander slid over the top and sat down quickly on the other side. Harry and Draco watched as everyone else from fourth year and up started to arrive.
Ron and Hermione were first in Terminator costumes, male and female. Harry was surprised to see Dudley show up in a Michael Myers overcoat and mask, Susan Bones on his arm. She was a regular cheerleader, in a pink and white uniform. He went back to the bar and remade his screwdriver.
Severus walked up behind Harry. "Oh no! You're making that all wrong, Harry!" he exclaimed. "Here, let me show you," he said, taking the glass from his nephew. Harry watched, fascinated, as he mixed Pineapple juice, orange juice, pineapple chunks, orange slices, and half a mango in a blender and then poured liberal amounts of Vodka over the whole thing. He poured Harry a fresh glassful. "Here, try this."
Harry cautiously took a sip and his eyes widened in shock. "Hey, this is GOOD!" Severus smirked as he watched Harry walk over to a couch and fall onto it, enjoying his Tropical Screwdriver.
Olivia arrived, dragging her soul mate Michael along with her. Olivia was in a white tuxedo with tails and a top hat, white spats, the whole nine yards. She held a diamond and platinum walking stick in her left hand. Behind her, Michael was just as flashy, in a different way. He only wore a pair of skintight leather pants, boots, spiked bracelets and a spiked collar with a leash. The other end of the leash was in Livvie's right hand. Harry gasped in shock. "Oh, wow. You two look great!"
"Thanks, Harry," Olivia bubbled, completely destroying her 'pimp' image. She shook the leash impatiently. "Come on, Mike. I want a mudslide!" She dragged her 'bitch' over to the bar.
Harry could hear Michael, in a brief music lull as the machine changed CDs, grumble, "next time you're the bitch!"
Harry laughed and watched as Gaila and Raphael arrived. She was in a pair of indigo cargo jeans and a black and silver tube top, chains and whole armfuls of FuckMe bracelets and studded bracelets. Raphael wore similar, except a regular tee shirt where the tube top was.
Selena and Gryffin showed up as two fairies, complete with working wings. They immediately flew all over the cavern, finally taking a spot on the dance floor with everyone else. Harry lost track of who had arrived and who hadn't. He went to find Severus in the mosh pit on the floor.
He accidentally bumped into Ginny, who was grinding with a hot, unknown guy in black jeans and a scarlet mesh shirt. "Hey, Gin, who's that? Does he go to school here?" he yelled, trying to be heard over the pulsating music.
"This is Darius, Claudette's son. He's 17 and had private tutors. Claudette and Lucas are around here somewhere." Ginny yelled back, grinning. "He's HOT!!!"
"Thanks, gorgeous," Darius drawled. Harry just shrugged as they went back to dancing.
"Severus!" he yelled when he had finally found his uncle, in the exact middle of the pit. "Where's the drugs?" he yelled over the music.
"Behind the BAR!!!" Severus yelled back. Harry nodded and worked his way back out of the pit. He quickly set up the potions bottles on the end of the bar. Alanna quickly grabbed a hallucinogen and a lust potion.
"I've never tried this combination before," she mused, grabbing one more of each for Xander. Harry laughed and shook his head, grabbing an unknown potion for himself. He walked back over to the couches and nearly sat on a wildly making out couple.
"Blaise, Seamus- ahh the HELL with it! Whatever, I don't care." Harry moved to a single person chair and, sitting down, quickly upended the potion into his mouth. "That tastes... strange," he muttered, watching the world turn a kaleidoscope of colors and spin crazily around him. "Damn trench coat. It's too hot in here but I don't wanna be jumped," he mumbled and stood up.
Arms snaked around him. Harry turned and saw Draco. "What?" he asked, reeling from the drug in his system.
"You're too good looking for that coat. Take it off," Draco slurred slightly.
Harry shook his head, the world slowly revolving in front of his eyes. "No. You're drunk."
"And you're stoned. Who gives a fuck?" Draco insisted, unzipping the coat. His eyes took in hungrily the bare flesh underneath. Harry reached down and finished the Screwdriver in one long gulp. He let the coat fall from him and land on the floor, his trapped wings expanding and flaring.
Draco's eyes bulged. "I – um- wow," he finished lamely, taking in Harry's low slung, tight leather pants. He traced with one feather light finger the prominent line from right below Harry's pectorals all the way down his happy trail to the top button of the pants. Harry shivered but made no move to stop him.
"Why'd you hide under the trench coat? You're absolutely perfect." Draco started to play with the silky feathers, smoothing and caressing them.
"Didn't you know?" Harry asked, trying to decide in his inebriated state whether or not he liked the attention. "All Angels wear trench coats."(1)
Draco laughed and pulled Harry to the couch, earning approving whistles form the rest of the partygoers. He grabbed a tray of Jell-O shots. "I am going to eat half this tray and you are going to help me," he announced, giggling.
Harry looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. "And how, pray tell, will I do that?" he asked suspiciously.
Draco shoved him into an almost reclining position. "Like this." He picked up a Jell-O cup and upended it onto Harry's bare chest. Draco watched, fascinated, as the Jell-O slid down his chest and down his six pack, coming to rest at his naval.
"Mmmmm, good." Draco gently licked the trail of alcohol down Harry's chest and stomach and took the entire Jell-O shot in his mouth, "accidentally" licking Harry's naval in the process.
Harry groaned. "Oh," he replied and wrapped his wings completely around him, effectively hiding himself from view.
"Peek-a-boo!" Draco yelled, sliding up Harry's legs and into his lap to peer under the wings. "I see you! Come out and play!"
Grinning, Harry shook his head. "Nope, not gonna."
Draco pouted. "Please?" Harry shook his head. "Why not?"
"Because I said so, silly." Harry flicked Draco in the forehead.
"OW!" Draco rubbed his now painful forehead. "Come on, Harry, don't be a party pooper."
Harry shoved Draco gently out of his wings and retreated behind them again. Draco sat on his legs, stroking and caressing the feathers. "These are so pretty," Draco spoke in a sing song. "I could sit like this forever."
Lily sat on another couch, watching her son and his soul mate. *James, Draco had better not hurt our Harry or he'll be in for a world of hurt," Lily warned her soul mate.
James walked over and sat next to Lily. *Definitely, Lils. Whatever you say.*
*I'm getting tired, and it's almost midnight. I think it's time for me to go to sleep,* Lily yawned.
James scooped her up in his arms and they Apparated straight to their room. He tucked her into bed and crawled in next to her, bidding each other good night.
Harry sat inside his cocoon of iridescent ebony feathers. He could barely see out of the hairline crack between his wings. "Yay, this is fun..." he trailed off, peering out from between his wings. He saw Draco playing with his feathers. *You know, this isn't too bad. I thought that I'd freak out if someone touched me like that, but I'm not. I'll have to tell him that. But first, on to more Jell-O shots!* He peered out at Draco, giggling. Draco raised an eyebrow, trying to look sophisticated but failing miserably. Harry stuck an arm out of his cocoon and pushed Draco off of his lap. Draco fell on the floor with a thump and lay there, pouting.
Harry slowly retracted his wings, flaring them against the couch. He reached down and grabbed Draco's arm, pulling him back onto the couch. "I thought you wanted to finish the tray!" Harry exclaimed at the hurt look on Draco's face. "Well, come on! MORE JELLO SHOTS!!!!!" Draco's face brightened and he grinned, his eyes darkening from silver to burnished steel. Harry shivered.
Slowly, Draco dumped another Jell-O shot down Harry's naked chest. Harry gasped at the cold. They both watched, fascinated, as the Jell-O tumbled down Harry's stomach, and onto his pants, coming to rest right over his groin. Harry opened his mouth in protest but shut it right away as Draco, grinning, licked his way down Harry's chest and abdomen. He gasped and his eyes widened as he felt a tongue caress his naval and move down his happy trail. He looked down and saw Draco's hair fall over his face as he licked Harry's pants, finally coming to the Jell-O in his crotch. Draco winked at Harry before finally scooping up the Jell-O with his tongue.
The crowd they had gathered with their antics whistled and hollered their drunken approval. Harry stood up and bowed, getting an ovation. Giggling, Draco bowed as well and pulled Harry into a long, indecent French kiss. At first Harry stiffened, but cautiously kissed him back after a second, beginning to enjoy the feel of Draco's lips against his and the playful battle their tongues had engaged. All too soon, Draco pulled away, staring at Harry strangely.
Harry was about to ask what was wrong, when the music stopped and he heard a familiar voice booming throughout the chamber. "TESTING TESTING!" Harry whipped around to see Eric standing on a conjured stage in the center of the mosh pit. Harry and Draco watched bemused, as Emily, Ginny, and Luna stood on the stage next to Eric.
Eric, in full Marilyn Manson getup, silver teeth, red lipstick and all, started the music with a wave of his hand. He conjured a microphone as Marilyn Manson's Mob Scene blasted over the speakers. Standing in the center of the impromptu stage, he closed his eyes and 'got into the character'. Opening his eyes, he belted out the lyrics, gyrating to the beat.
"Ladies and Gentlemen
We are the things of shapes to come
You're freedom's not free and dumb
This Depression is great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain"
Eric walked around the stage, screaming by now. Everyone screamed with him, forming an enormous mosh pit around the stage. Harry and Draco ran over, eager to get in on the action, all Jell-O shots forgotten.
"Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mob scene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene, yeah"
Emily, Ginny, Gaila, Olivia and Luna came in doing an impromptu can- can, each holding black and scarlet pompoms. Harry lifted Draco onto his shoulders, boosting him into a crowd surf.
"Be OBSCENE! Be be OBSCENE
Be Obscene, baby, not heard!"
Harry was lifted up and he surfed the human wave, feeling slightly disconcerted when someone underneath him obviously grabbed his ass. He listened and screamed along with Eric, who did an incredible Manson impersonation. He was pulled onto the stage by Ginny and Emily. Draco stood next to the stage, moshing with the rest of the partiers. Eric finished MOB SCENE and started in on Doll-dagga- buzz-buzz- ziggety-zag. Harry grinned, following Ginny's lead as she started a jitterbug.
"Gin, I can't dance!" Harry protested thirty seconds later.
"No shit, Sherlock," Ginny giggled. Harry was right. He couldn't dance to save his life. Ginny grabbed tall, dark and handsome, her personal nickname for Darius, Claudette's son and pulled him onto the stage. Harry gratefully sank down into the crowd.
"Hey! This is a vast improvement!" Ginny exclaimed as Darius dipped her expertly and spun her around. They danced for the next two songs, when Eric, who was guzzling shots of Everclear between songs, promptly passed out on stage mid song.
Emily poked Eric in the stomach. "Hey dork! Get up and sing some more!" she yelled over the remains of Beautiful People. Eric didn't stir, so Emily sighed and asked Ginny to Apparate him back to his bed.
Muttering about designated Apparaters, Ginny complied, disappearing while holding Eric by the hair. She reappeared five seconds later and she and Darius melted into the throng of inebriated students to dance some more. "Em, he's in YOUR bed!" she called over her shoulder to Emily. Emily nodded.
Harry, in an effort to escape the crowd, unfurled his wings and flew upwards to the roof of the cavern. He sat on a ledge high above the dancing crowd, catching his breath. "Damn! Flying is hard work!"
So why don't you just levitate?" Draco asked dryly, floating right in front of him.
"Because flying is more fun." Harry stretched his wings and his arms at the same time, missing the look of pure lust in Draco's eyes.
Severus stood up on the stage, his shirt missing and his hair totally mussed. "DRINKING CONTEST!!!!!" he screamed over the din of the crowd. Harry and Draco stared at each other mischievously and flew to the stage.
"So, Uncle Sev, where's the contest?" Draco asked, his eyes shining at the prospect to even more alcohol.
"Ummmm, let's see. How about here?" Severus slurred slightly, waving at the stage blearily. Harry jumped back as his uncle's arm almost smacked him across the chest.
"What're we drinking?" Harry asked, stumbling back and almost falling off the platform. He waved his arms wildly, trying to regain his balance. Only Draco's grabbing him by the leather band around his neck kept him from falling onto Neville and Seamus below him. Draco hauled him back onto the stage.
"I'm yanking you around by the collar..." Draco sang impishly. Harry groaned, shaking his head.
Neville climbed onto the stage. "I'm mixing drinks for the contest," he announced determinedly.
Severus stared at him in shock. "And, Mr. Longbottom, what makes you think YOU can mix drinks? You're barely functional in Potions; what makes you think you'll be any better at this?"
Neville gulped but stood his ground and pulled out his wallet. He held up a wizarding bartender's license in his hand determinedly. "I got this last summer and it's been my summer job ever since."
Severus raised both eyebrows, impressed. "Very well, Mr. Longbottom," he said in a rare act of kindness. "Mix away."
Neville's eyes widened in shock at the compliment. Quickly, he got to work. "I call these Suicides," he announced proudly, holding up a shot glass. He summoned a bottle of Everclear, a bottle of Bailey's Irish Crème, a bottle of chocolate sauce and a bottle of Caramel. He filled it three fourths of the way with Everclear. He swirled, in rapid succession, Bailey's, the chocolate, and the caramel into the shot, filling the glass. "Three is the maximum and you're usually done. I've never seen anyone put away more, even starting sober."
"We'll see about that, Mr. Longbottom. You may be surprised," Severus boasted.
"What're the rules?" Seamus asked.
Severus looked around, noticing for the first time that the entire Chamber was silent and everyone was crowded around the stage. "First, the stage has to be bigger," he said, wracking his inebriated brain. "Second, we need a table, and third, we need to know how many people are in." Quickly, the stage enlarged and a square table appeared in the center.
"I'm in!" Seams yelled. Harry and Draco quickly voiced their interest, and Xander appeared on the stage.
"A drinking contest and no one invited me?" he asked, tisking. "For shame."
Severus raised his eyebrows again. "Anyone else?" he asked. Ron stood up and walked over to the stage.
"Can I join?" he slurred already wobbling. Darius climbed up behind him, followed by Gaila, Michael and Olivia.
Severus smirked. "Sure, why not. Neville, can you make about...oh, one hundred of these?" he asked idly.
Neville's jaw dropped from first his feared Potions Master calling him by his first name and second because that much Everclear is lethal. "Um, Ok," he stuttered slightly and waved his hand. Immediately, two more bottles of Everclear appeared and ninety nine more shot glasses. The bottles poured themselves, mixing 100 perfect Suicides in less than a minute. Severus arranged them in a descending spiral in the center of the table.
"Ok, the rules are as follows: We line up at the tableside and take the shot in front of us. The person drinking, moves to the end of the line and takes the next shot and so on. The person who can not only continue drinking but continue standing and walking the longest wins. Got it?" Everyone nodded their assent. "Good, let's begin."
Severus stood at the first drink. Draco moved next to him, followed by Seamus, Darius then Harry, Gaila, Olivia, Xander, Michael, and finally Ron. Severus threw his Suicide back, gasping at the line of fire going from his mouth to his stomach. "I stand corrected, Mr. Longbottom. You do have talent. Display this kind of talent in your Potions class and you'll get an Outstanding!" Neville blushed, stammering his thanks.
Severus stalked around Ron and took his place to take the next drink. Draco followed him. They went through the line twice before suffering their first casualty: Ron. He passed out, falling off the stage immediately after ingesting his second drink. Hermione carried her unconscious boyfriend to a couch and lay him down.
Harry bowed out next, after five, unable to walk. He haphazardly floated above the stage, still watching avidly. Darius was next out, as he threw up everything he had drunk all over Dudley and Susan. Dudley and Susan started screaming and Gabrielle immediately Apparated them back to the Hufflepuff Common Room so they could clean themselves off. Rowan, incredibly sleepy, decided to leave as well.
The contest thinned out as Michael, Olivia, and Gaila called it quits after ten Suicides. Severus, Seamus, Draco and Xander were the only ones left with exactly thirty eight drinks to go. Severus quickly gulped down his twelfth, the other two following suit. Grimly, they continued, none of them giving an inch. The crowd, noticeably thinning out, cheered after each completed round. Xander finally lost in, falling from the stage after his eighteenth Suicide. Neville just stared at them, wondering how in the HELL they didn't have alcohol poisoning. Draco fell immediately after, still trying to crawl around the table to stay in the contest. Harry grabbed him and hauled him away from the booze.
"Damnit, Harry, I could have won!" Draco protested from his soul mate's lap high above the table.
"Bullshit. Now be quiet, I'm trying to watch!" Harry shushed him, rooting for Severus.
It was down to Severus and Seamus, with less than fifteen to go. Severus and Seamus stalked around the table, refusing to back down. The crowd was silent, waiting to see who would fold first: the Snarky Potions Master or the Irishman?
At ninety four shots total consumed, Severus folded, literally, sliding onto the table. Seamus poked his teacher's shoulder tentatively. "Umm, Professor? You ok?" Severus attempted to stand up but failed miserably, sliding to the floor instead. Seamus shrugged and summoned a pitcher. He poured the remaining six shots into the pitcher and chugged it. He dropped the pitcher, smacking his lips happily. "Oh...that hits the spot!" he laughed, shrugging shoulders. Everyone cheered.
Draco had sobered enough to restart the music. He brightened as Hoobastank's The Reason started playing over the speakers. Those sober enough to dance pulled their dates close, dancing to the song.
Harry and Draco still sat in the exact center of the room at least 15 feet above everyone else. Draco turned to Harry, shifting on the sexy Gryffindor's lap, and softly began singing.
"I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know"
Harry listened as Draco sang to him, smiling slightly at the choice of words/
"I found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And that reason is you."
Draco closed his eyes, realizing that he truly meant the words he was singing.
"I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with every day
And all the pain I put you through
I wish I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear"
"You already are," murmured Harry. "No one else understands me like you do." Draco continued singing, his eyebrows raised fractionally.
"I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And that reason is you
And that reason is you
And that reason is you
And that reason is you
Idly, Harry thought to himself,*you know, this would be wonderfully romantic if he didn't reek of booze. That kind of kills the mood.* Gaila and Olivia floated up by them, dancing with their respective soul mates
*I hear ya, Harry. I hear ya,* Gaila remarked as she and Raphael danced a ridiculous tango in midair.
"I'm not a perfect person,
I never meant to do those things to you
And So I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And that reason is you"
Harry was slowly falling asleep, lulled by Draco's soothing voice. "You sound like an angel, even drunk," he mumbled, half asleep. Draco carefully scooped Harry into his lap, reversing their positions, careful not to rouse his very sleepy soul mate.
"I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And that reason is you
Draco slowly finished singing. Harry lay fast asleep in his arms. He carefully Apparated them back to their room, concentrating on not splinching them. He laid Harry, costume and all, on his bed and tucked him in.
Draco grabbed the sobering and anti hangover potion he had left next to his bed almost ten hours ago. He downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the horrible taste. Immediately, his head cleared and he retained all his memories of the last ten or so hours.
"Oh SHIT!" he yelped, staring at Harry in horror and shock. "No- We didn't we couldn't – FUCK!!!!!!" he yelled, running his hands through his hair. Harry groaned and turned over in his sleep. Draco immediately quieted.
"Shit!" he swore vehemently at a near whisper. "He's gonna HATE me tomorrow!" He stole a glance at the peacefully slumbering Harry, repressing a shudder of lust. "God DAMN wings, they're so pretty, he's so pretty- NO DAMN IT!" Angrily, he stalked back and forth.
Severus chose to Apparate into the room at that moment. "Draco?" he slurred, weaving and wobbling all over the room. "Isn't he uncomfortable with the wings?" he asked his godson.
Draco repressed another shudder. *Those WINGS* he thought, to his dismay. "He's fine, Sev," he responded shortly. Severus nodded and sat down heavily on Eric's empty bed.
"G'night, Draco. I can't find my bed so I'll stay here." Severus keeled over, unconscious, unto the bed.
Draco sighed. "Oh I'm in trouble. Harry won't speak to me for ever after this and I don't blame him. I KNEW he hates being touched, and I still did it. I'm so screwed." With that, Draco turned out the lights and fell asleep, tossing and turning all night.
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Chapter 18
At 5:30, Draco, in his black leather pants, silver mesh shirt, dog collar and spiked bracelets, checked the time for the fourth time and sighed and ran a hand through his ice blond, chin length hair. *Potter's running late as usual. He'll miss the party!* He could hear the water running in the shower and, shaking his head, pounded on the bathroom door. "HARRY!!!! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!!!!!!" Harry poked his dripping wet and still soapy head out of the door, nearly bumping noses with his Slytherin soul mate. Draco jerked his head back, studiously gazing anywhere but Harry's obviously naked torso.
"What?" asked Harry, eyeing Draco's costume, and completely missing the fact that Draco was incredibly uncomfortable around him. "What's going on? Why are you ready? We don't have to be ready for another three hours. Relax." Harry was about to close the door when Draco stuck his foot in between the door and the door jam.
Draco cocked an eyebrow elegantly. "And I suppose you are just going to skip the school party, which starts in half an hour I might add, or have you completely forgotten?"
Harry stared at him in confusion. "What- When was that announced?" Harry asked, feeling stupid.
Draco grinned at him, showing two, long, tapered fangs in his mouth. "It's only been planned for the last two weeks, Potter. Where have you been?" He grinned even wider at the shock on Harry's face.
"Really? I haven't heard anything about it, or maybe I just totally spaced..." Harry closed the door on Draco's face. Draco sighed as he heard the water start back up again.
"Potter! You have thirty minutes before I leave you here!" Frowning, Draco grabbed his black velvet hooded cloak from his bed and, slinging it over his shoulders, stalked into the Slytherin Common Room.
Exactly twenty one minutes later, Harry stalked gracefully from the bathroom into the Slytherin Common Room. Draco wondered what the hell everyone was staring at, looked up from his book and simply stared at the apparition in the doorway. His jaw almost hit the floor before he managed to recover his dignity. *Potter is... hot... DAMNIT STOP THINKING THAT WAY!!!* He mentally berated himself.
*It is true. Potter IS hot,* Draco grudgingly thought to himself in what he tried to delude himself was a completely platonic way.
Harry entered through the darkened hallway, blending perfectly with the shadows. His leather trench coat billowed around his leather clad legs as he strode into the room. He had grown his hair until it was down to his shoulder blades, two thick, silver streaks in the front framing his face in an entirely sinisterly beautiful way. He wore a simple leather choker studded with black iridescent stones around his neck and around matching bracelets around his wrists. His eyes glowed a verdant green, enhanced by kohl eyeliner. He smirked, enjoying the appreciative stared and whistles coming his way. Mockingly, he bowed, earning a fervent round of applause from the entirely of the Slytherin House.
"Really, Mr. Potter. One would think you enjoyed the spotlight." Severus Snape remarked as he swept into the Common room. His hair, normally greasy from the potions residue, shone in silky, ebony waves that framed his face and brushed his shoulders. He wore a tight black mesh shirt that showed off well formed pectorals and washboard abs so tight you could bounce a quarter off of them. His even tighter leather pants definitely left next to nothing to the imagination. His normally slightly sallow features appeared chalk white next to the black eyeliner, eye shadow and lipstick he wore. Completing the picture, silver studded bracelets encircled his wrists and two large silver chains were slung around his hips. His students stared, jaws brushing the floor, at the transformation, then stood up and gave him a standing ovation. Severus merely cocked an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked, baffled. He looked down at himself. "Oh please. I'm not even in costume." That remark earned him two faints (first years) and a whole chorus of wolf whistles from guys and girls alike. He grinned and took a bow. Harry stalked over to him.
"This is SO sad. They're whistling and passing out over a teacher and a Gryffindor," Harry remarked in an undertone. "Even Draco's jaw hit the floor."
Severus cocked an eyebrow at this tidbit of information. "Really," he stated in an equally quiet voice. "I hadn't realized that my godson had truly accepted the fact that he would be bound to a male for all eternity, although I have known for years that he doesn't like the female sex. He's finally out of denial. As for the rest, everyone knows that I'm the Slytherin Sex God and you're an honorary Slytherin as my nephew. They still have good taste."
Harry's jaw dropped slightly. "You- you mean he thinks I'm hot???" he managed to squeak out, shocked, glancing surreptitiously at Draco. "And since when are you the Slytherin Sex God?" The closer Slytherins edged closer, eager to find out who they were talking about.
Severus stared at him strangely and pulled him bodily from the dorms. He dragged Harry into his quarters so they could continue the conversation in private.
Draco stared at his soul mate as he was dragged out of the Slytherin Dorms. He met Harry's eyes and was dismayed to see slight fear and apprehension in the Gryffindor's gaze. *Oh SHIT,* he thought miserably. *Somehow, he knows. This is not good.*
"Uncle Sev, are you sure?" Harry asked miserably as soon as they stood inside Severus's living room.
"Positive, Harry. It would take something truly magnificent for Draco to lose his cool like that." Severus crossed the room and poured himself a shot of whiskey. "Would you like one?" he asked, gesturing to the bottle.
"Considering that I don't think I can handle this cold sober, yes, please." Harry sat down and buried his head in his hands. Severus joined him on the couch, two glasses in his hands. He handed one to Harry and they downed them wordlessly.
"All right, now we have this fortification, I'm going to ask. Do you feel anything at all towards Draco?" Severus asked cautiously, feeling the alcohol numb him slightly.
"He's my best friend, even better than Ron ever was. With Draco, I don't have to hide anything. He knows about the visions, he knows about my- Vernon," Harry stumbled over the name, rage choking his throat momentarily. Gulping, he continued. "He knows everything and he accepts me. In fourth year, when the visions started, Ron freaked out and I couldn't talk to him or Hermione. I was too afraid they'd abandon me if they found out what I was seeing every time I closed my eyes."
Severus put an arm around him comfortingly. "It's all right, Harry. No one is going to abandon you."
"I know that. I know that you accept me for who I am. But, I was never sure of them. That's my point. I couldn't even trust my best friends not to abandon me. It was horrible. Now, I know that I have people who love me for ME, not the 'Boy- who- Lived" junk." Harry relaxed into Severus's embrace, glad for the comfort.
"To answer your question, I honestly don't know," Harry said, his shoulders stiffening. "I suppose it's possible, but I can't even think about it. I keep seeing Vernon hurt me when I think about having a relationship. This sucks!" Wearily, Harry rubbed his eyes. "With Cho, it was different, because I didn't really like her. I've never really had a crush on anyone, her included. I asked her out because I was curious about all the dating hype. With Draco, I don't know. Even if I did like him, I've still got to work past all this." A lone tear trickled down his cheek.
Severus gently brushed the tear away. "I understand completely, Harry and I don't blame you for being apprehensive about a relationship. You two will wind up together, though. Soul mates, with the exception of identical twins, wind up together. There is no exception. Draco will let you work out whatever you need to work out and let you have as long as you need."
Harry nodded dejectedly. "Thank you, Uncle Sev. I just wish that I could have made a better soul mate. Poor Draco. He shouldn't have to put up with this."
Severus rolled his eyes and pulled Harry into a bone crushing hug. "I can think of no one better who I'd prefer to see with my godson. You will be good for each other." He looked over his nephew. "What are you supposed to be, if you don't mind my asking?"
Harry stood up swiftly and removed his trench coat, revealing his bare chest and WINGS growing out of his back. "I don't think the other teachers would appreciate my walking around without a shirt, but I can't get a shirt to fit over the wings." Harry turned around and, flexing two bones protruding from his spine, fully stretched the black iridescent feathery wings out to their full extension, about twelve feet in diameter at the widest point. They extended about a foot above his head and almost trailed on the ground. "I can even fly with them, too."
Severus, wide eyed, gently trailed his fingers down the soft feathers. "A Dark Angel?" he asked in wonder. "I can see why Draco was just about drooling. You look incredible."
Harry blushed. "Thank you. Wait a minute, Draco hasn't seen them yet! I'm keeping my trench coat on until out party starts. Don't tell him. I want it to be a surprise."
"Oh I'll say it'll be a surprise. He's going to probably jump you right then and there," Severus said with a smile, still playing with the feathers.
Harry's eyes widened and he stared at his uncle in shock. Suddenly he grinned playfully. "So I guess I should walk around without my coat. That would have an interesting effect on the student body, don't you think?"
Severus laughed. "Walk around like that only if you want to have to beat the guys and girls off with a stick. Come on. The party's starting and you don't want to be late," Severus said sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, and since when are you the Sex God? Draco's been voted that two years in a row." Harry smirked at his uncle.
"I'll have you know that I was voted Slytherin Sex God and Most Shaggable Guy in School for five years in a row: from third to seventh year. I beat out Lucius every time, to his anger and consternation. Draco only WISHES he had my charm and finesse," Severus growled, smirking back at his nephew. He got up from the couch. "Let's go already."
Harry laughed and, slinging his trench coat back over his wings, hiding them, they walked out of his quarters.
Draco was standing right outside the door, waiting for them. He locked eyes with Harry apprehensively, terrified of what he might find. *Please, PLEASE don't let him hate me or act weird,* he pleaded with the higher powers.
Harry casually slung his arm around Draco's shoulders, ignoring his soul mate's startled and thankful look. "Come on, Draco. They can't start the party without us." He guided the astonished and grateful Slytherin towards the Great Hall.
Draco let out a silent sigh of relief as the three of them walked out of the Dungeons and into the Great Hall.
Harry and Draco pushed open the doors to the Great Hall and strode inside. Harry took in the gaudy decorations without a second glance. Basically, the Hall looked the same as it had that morning. The only thing that was different was the ceiling. Instead of a sunny day like that morning, ominous clouds rolled across the starlit night. An enormous Harvest Moon hung low on the horizon.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Really, Draco, could this be any lamer?" he drawled to the smirking Slytherin by his side.
"I don't know, Harry. Last year was worse," Draco replied, smirking in return.
Severus rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you two. Could you please let the children enjoy themselves? This is geared to the younger students."
Harry and Draco laughed and sauntered over to the Slytherin Tables. "You activated the Portkey, right?" Draco asked Harry as they sat down next to a she devil Ginny, Osiris Seamus and Isis Blaise. They watched as Neville, who looked quite good in gothic clothing, dance with Luna in a Catwoman costume.
"Of course. Third suit of armor. Grab the visor and say 'The Chamber of Secrets'. Everyone knows already." Harry grabbed a mug of Butterbeer and downed it in one long gulp.
Draco scowled and chose to sip his Butterbeer. "Honestly, Potter. This isn't a Frat Party, and Butterbeer isn't alcoholic. Do try to control yourself."
Harry shot him a dark look and asked, a slight slur to his voice. "What makes you think that was Butterbeer? Do try to keep up, will you?" Draco rolled his eyes and sniffed the bottle. Sure enough, it was a very potent Firewhiskey.
"Are you trying to get plastered already?" Draco asked incredulously.
"If it'll make the two hours I have to be here go by quicker, then yes." Harry summoned another bottle and closed his eyes. He took another long gulp of the now Firewhiskey and sighed.
"Would you please not get plastered?" Draco hissed, looking anxiously at the Teacher's table. Dumbledore was staring at them suspiciously and Severus was making a quick slashing motion over his throat at them. Draco grabbed Harry's arm and quickly led him out of the Great Hall. Harry kept a tight hold on his bottle as they left.
They sat on the stairs, passing the bottle back and forth. "So, why are you so anxious to get drunk all of a sudden?" Draco asked lightly.
Harry grinned. "I'm not drunk. In fact, the first one was Butterbeer. I only changed it when you asked."
Draco smacked his arm. "Damn it Potter! So answer the damn question already. Why do you want to get plastered?"
"Well, let's see. We're at a boring party and can't leave for," Harry checked the time, "another hour and fifty two minutes, and I heard some news tonight that really disturbed me."
Draco had a sinking feeling in his stomach. "What was that?" he asked quietly, dreading the answer.
Harry turned to look at him. "You'd already know the answer to that if you hadn't have put up those shields. So, until you can get over whatever problem you have with me and being in my mind, I'm not telling," he said with a pout.
Draco pouted back. "Oh, come on, just a hint? Please?" Harry resolutely shook his head. "Fine then, be that way." Draco stood up and pulled Harry to his feet. "What's with the trench coat?" he asked, changing the subject completely.
Harry shrugged. "I don't think the teachers would appreciate my costume." Draco took a huge gulp of the Firewhiskey, trying to erase the images that statement gave him. It didn't work. In fact, it made the images worse.
"Come on," Draco groaned, dragging Harry back into the great Hall. "Less than two hours to go. It can't be that bad."
Draco was right. It wasn't that bad, especially after Dumbledore decided to have an early night and left an hour into the party. At 8:40, Harry left the party and Apparated straight to the Chamber. He quickly started the music and Linkin Park's Numb blasted from the speakers. He stood in the center of the room and released the spells on the dry ice containers, adding spider webs to the walls in the same breath. He turned on the strobe light and dimmed the rest of the lights.
On a whim, Harry transfigured the bar from the plain wooden one in the room to a very ornate self serve Bar and tables. He changes the bar top to glass and put four Pewter Dragons underneath, holding the glass in their clays. He did the same with large square tables that he placed in strategic areas around the cavern. Finally, he added five comfortable couches and ten or so large chairs around the roaring fire in the serpent's mouth and put two tables, the same design, in front of them.
Alanna and Xander Apparated in, holding trays. Alanna, dressed as Queen Akasha from the movie The Queen of the Damned and Xander as the Vampire Lestat from the same movie asked, as one voice, "Where do you want the trays?" Harry secretly wondered how the metal halter top bra cups stayed in place, considering that there was no back to the costume. Not that he was complaining. It looked incredible.
"What are on them?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh, some of our inventions," Alanna replied. "I have chocolate cherry bombs and Xander has Jell-O shots, about two hundred of each."
Harry's eyes widened. "What are those?" he asked.
"Cherry bombs: bing cherries, magic shell chocolate and amaretto liqueur. Put the liqueur in the cherries and cover them in the magic shell. Pop them in the freezer for an hour and they're ready. Jell-O shots: replace all the water with Everclear in the recipe and add either fruit or whatever you want. In this case, we added sour gummy worms," Alanna explained.
Harry nodded. "Put them on the tables around the room. Two or three trays each should do it and I'll charm the trays to refill from the extra trays without us having to manually walk around and refill them." Alanna and Xander distributed the trays, having seven trays left over each, which they stacked on the bar and put a cooling charm over them.
"Who's bartending?" Xander asked, standing behind the bar.
"I thought that we'd let people pour their own drinks," Harry replied, putting out trays of hot wings, dip, salsa and chips on the tables.
"Oh no. How about we rotate? Xander, I, Severus, Emily, Eric, Draco and you can all take turns. It'll be fun." Alanna took the extra trays from Harry and set them behind the bar as well, setting the refill and cooling charms herself.
"All right, but I'm not too good about how to pour drinks," Harry warned.
"That's all right. You'll catch on quick. Now then the guest should be arriving any minute-". Severus and Draco Apparated into the middle of the Chamber just as she was speaking. Lily, James, Remus and Ginny quickly followed them.
Harry gasped at the incredibly cool costumes his parents had. Lily was a water nymph, complete with turquoise hair, a skintight body suit that looked like the waves and the rest of her skin colored to match. James was a fire spirit, complete with fiery red hair with black tips, ebony eyes, and scarlet skin covered with black leather. Remus was Frankenstein, green skin, electrodes and all. Ginny was in her demon transformation, her black leather miniskirt, black tube top, and had added two small horns to her forehead and a long forked tail.
Lily grabbed a Jell-O shot from the table. "MUM! You're not having alcohol tonight, are you?" Harry asked, worried.
Lily stared at him. "Why wouldn't- oh yeah, the baby. Guess I'm the designated Apparater then." She gave the Jell-O shot to James, who happily consumed it for her.
"Great Jell-O shot! Who made them?" he asked loudly over the booming music.
"I did!" Alanna exclaimed form behind the bar. They turned and watched as more partygoers stumbled in, exactly at 9:00. Emily, Eric, Seamus and Blaise all appeared in the center of the dance floor. Harry got an eyeful of Eric and Emily's costume: Marilyn Manson and what looked to be Marilyn Manson's personal cheerleader, if the black and red cheerleading outfit with the pitchfork Ms could be believed.
"Emily! Great costume!" Harry yelled over Saliva's Always. "Manson's cheerleader?" he asked.
"You got it!" Emily enthusiastically nodded, yelling back. She pulled Eric onto the dance floor and they started dancing. Lily and James followed them, as did Xander and Alanna. Draco and Harry sat down behind the bar in a slightly strained silence. Harry quickly poured himself a Screwdriver and sipped it. Draco just poured a shot of Bacardi for himself.
Neville and Luna arrived together thirty seconds later. Neville, right away, asked for a double shot of whiskey. Luna asked for a coke and rum. Harry and Draco, still slightly uncomfortable, started bartending. "Are you sure you're not going to tell me?" Draco asked finally.
Harry shook his head. "Why aren't you in my head any more? It feels so weird!"
"I can't tell you," Draco said, grimly pouring another drink.
"Then you aren't going to find out. It's that simple," Harry spoke resolutely, the topic closed. He handed a drink to Blaise and another to Seamus in silence.
Alanna and Xander stumbled over. "Hey, we'll take over for now. Go have fun!" Alanna yelled, shooing the two out from behind the bar. She and Xander slid over the top and sat down quickly on the other side. Harry and Draco watched as everyone else from fourth year and up started to arrive.
Ron and Hermione were first in Terminator costumes, male and female. Harry was surprised to see Dudley show up in a Michael Myers overcoat and mask, Susan Bones on his arm. She was a regular cheerleader, in a pink and white uniform. He went back to the bar and remade his screwdriver.
Severus walked up behind Harry. "Oh no! You're making that all wrong, Harry!" he exclaimed. "Here, let me show you," he said, taking the glass from his nephew. Harry watched, fascinated, as he mixed Pineapple juice, orange juice, pineapple chunks, orange slices, and half a mango in a blender and then poured liberal amounts of Vodka over the whole thing. He poured Harry a fresh glassful. "Here, try this."
Harry cautiously took a sip and his eyes widened in shock. "Hey, this is GOOD!" Severus smirked as he watched Harry walk over to a couch and fall onto it, enjoying his Tropical Screwdriver.
Olivia arrived, dragging her soul mate Michael along with her. Olivia was in a white tuxedo with tails and a top hat, white spats, the whole nine yards. She held a diamond and platinum walking stick in her left hand. Behind her, Michael was just as flashy, in a different way. He only wore a pair of skintight leather pants, boots, spiked bracelets and a spiked collar with a leash. The other end of the leash was in Livvie's right hand. Harry gasped in shock. "Oh, wow. You two look great!"
"Thanks, Harry," Olivia bubbled, completely destroying her 'pimp' image. She shook the leash impatiently. "Come on, Mike. I want a mudslide!" She dragged her 'bitch' over to the bar.
Harry could hear Michael, in a brief music lull as the machine changed CDs, grumble, "next time you're the bitch!"
Harry laughed and watched as Gaila and Raphael arrived. She was in a pair of indigo cargo jeans and a black and silver tube top, chains and whole armfuls of FuckMe bracelets and studded bracelets. Raphael wore similar, except a regular tee shirt where the tube top was.
Selena and Gryffin showed up as two fairies, complete with working wings. They immediately flew all over the cavern, finally taking a spot on the dance floor with everyone else. Harry lost track of who had arrived and who hadn't. He went to find Severus in the mosh pit on the floor.
He accidentally bumped into Ginny, who was grinding with a hot, unknown guy in black jeans and a scarlet mesh shirt. "Hey, Gin, who's that? Does he go to school here?" he yelled, trying to be heard over the pulsating music.
"This is Darius, Claudette's son. He's 17 and had private tutors. Claudette and Lucas are around here somewhere." Ginny yelled back, grinning. "He's HOT!!!"
"Thanks, gorgeous," Darius drawled. Harry just shrugged as they went back to dancing.
"Severus!" he yelled when he had finally found his uncle, in the exact middle of the pit. "Where's the drugs?" he yelled over the music.
"Behind the BAR!!!" Severus yelled back. Harry nodded and worked his way back out of the pit. He quickly set up the potions bottles on the end of the bar. Alanna quickly grabbed a hallucinogen and a lust potion.
"I've never tried this combination before," she mused, grabbing one more of each for Xander. Harry laughed and shook his head, grabbing an unknown potion for himself. He walked back over to the couches and nearly sat on a wildly making out couple.
"Blaise, Seamus- ahh the HELL with it! Whatever, I don't care." Harry moved to a single person chair and, sitting down, quickly upended the potion into his mouth. "That tastes... strange," he muttered, watching the world turn a kaleidoscope of colors and spin crazily around him. "Damn trench coat. It's too hot in here but I don't wanna be jumped," he mumbled and stood up.
Arms snaked around him. Harry turned and saw Draco. "What?" he asked, reeling from the drug in his system.
"You're too good looking for that coat. Take it off," Draco slurred slightly.
Harry shook his head, the world slowly revolving in front of his eyes. "No. You're drunk."
"And you're stoned. Who gives a fuck?" Draco insisted, unzipping the coat. His eyes took in hungrily the bare flesh underneath. Harry reached down and finished the Screwdriver in one long gulp. He let the coat fall from him and land on the floor, his trapped wings expanding and flaring.
Draco's eyes bulged. "I – um- wow," he finished lamely, taking in Harry's low slung, tight leather pants. He traced with one feather light finger the prominent line from right below Harry's pectorals all the way down his happy trail to the top button of the pants. Harry shivered but made no move to stop him.
"Why'd you hide under the trench coat? You're absolutely perfect." Draco started to play with the silky feathers, smoothing and caressing them.
"Didn't you know?" Harry asked, trying to decide in his inebriated state whether or not he liked the attention. "All Angels wear trench coats."(1)
Draco laughed and pulled Harry to the couch, earning approving whistles form the rest of the partygoers. He grabbed a tray of Jell-O shots. "I am going to eat half this tray and you are going to help me," he announced, giggling.
Harry looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. "And how, pray tell, will I do that?" he asked suspiciously.
Draco shoved him into an almost reclining position. "Like this." He picked up a Jell-O cup and upended it onto Harry's bare chest. Draco watched, fascinated, as the Jell-O slid down his chest and down his six pack, coming to rest at his naval.
"Mmmmm, good." Draco gently licked the trail of alcohol down Harry's chest and stomach and took the entire Jell-O shot in his mouth, "accidentally" licking Harry's naval in the process.
Harry groaned. "Oh," he replied and wrapped his wings completely around him, effectively hiding himself from view.
"Peek-a-boo!" Draco yelled, sliding up Harry's legs and into his lap to peer under the wings. "I see you! Come out and play!"
Grinning, Harry shook his head. "Nope, not gonna."
Draco pouted. "Please?" Harry shook his head. "Why not?"
"Because I said so, silly." Harry flicked Draco in the forehead.
"OW!" Draco rubbed his now painful forehead. "Come on, Harry, don't be a party pooper."
Harry shoved Draco gently out of his wings and retreated behind them again. Draco sat on his legs, stroking and caressing the feathers. "These are so pretty," Draco spoke in a sing song. "I could sit like this forever."
Lily sat on another couch, watching her son and his soul mate. *James, Draco had better not hurt our Harry or he'll be in for a world of hurt," Lily warned her soul mate.
James walked over and sat next to Lily. *Definitely, Lils. Whatever you say.*
*I'm getting tired, and it's almost midnight. I think it's time for me to go to sleep,* Lily yawned.
James scooped her up in his arms and they Apparated straight to their room. He tucked her into bed and crawled in next to her, bidding each other good night.
Harry sat inside his cocoon of iridescent ebony feathers. He could barely see out of the hairline crack between his wings. "Yay, this is fun..." he trailed off, peering out from between his wings. He saw Draco playing with his feathers. *You know, this isn't too bad. I thought that I'd freak out if someone touched me like that, but I'm not. I'll have to tell him that. But first, on to more Jell-O shots!* He peered out at Draco, giggling. Draco raised an eyebrow, trying to look sophisticated but failing miserably. Harry stuck an arm out of his cocoon and pushed Draco off of his lap. Draco fell on the floor with a thump and lay there, pouting.
Harry slowly retracted his wings, flaring them against the couch. He reached down and grabbed Draco's arm, pulling him back onto the couch. "I thought you wanted to finish the tray!" Harry exclaimed at the hurt look on Draco's face. "Well, come on! MORE JELLO SHOTS!!!!!" Draco's face brightened and he grinned, his eyes darkening from silver to burnished steel. Harry shivered.
Slowly, Draco dumped another Jell-O shot down Harry's naked chest. Harry gasped at the cold. They both watched, fascinated, as the Jell-O tumbled down Harry's stomach, and onto his pants, coming to rest right over his groin. Harry opened his mouth in protest but shut it right away as Draco, grinning, licked his way down Harry's chest and abdomen. He gasped and his eyes widened as he felt a tongue caress his naval and move down his happy trail. He looked down and saw Draco's hair fall over his face as he licked Harry's pants, finally coming to the Jell-O in his crotch. Draco winked at Harry before finally scooping up the Jell-O with his tongue.
The crowd they had gathered with their antics whistled and hollered their drunken approval. Harry stood up and bowed, getting an ovation. Giggling, Draco bowed as well and pulled Harry into a long, indecent French kiss. At first Harry stiffened, but cautiously kissed him back after a second, beginning to enjoy the feel of Draco's lips against his and the playful battle their tongues had engaged. All too soon, Draco pulled away, staring at Harry strangely.
Harry was about to ask what was wrong, when the music stopped and he heard a familiar voice booming throughout the chamber. "TESTING TESTING!" Harry whipped around to see Eric standing on a conjured stage in the center of the mosh pit. Harry and Draco watched bemused, as Emily, Ginny, and Luna stood on the stage next to Eric.
Eric, in full Marilyn Manson getup, silver teeth, red lipstick and all, started the music with a wave of his hand. He conjured a microphone as Marilyn Manson's Mob Scene blasted over the speakers. Standing in the center of the impromptu stage, he closed his eyes and 'got into the character'. Opening his eyes, he belted out the lyrics, gyrating to the beat.
"Ladies and Gentlemen
We are the things of shapes to come
You're freedom's not free and dumb
This Depression is great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain"
Eric walked around the stage, screaming by now. Everyone screamed with him, forming an enormous mosh pit around the stage. Harry and Draco ran over, eager to get in on the action, all Jell-O shots forgotten.
"Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mob scene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene, yeah"
Emily, Ginny, Gaila, Olivia and Luna came in doing an impromptu can- can, each holding black and scarlet pompoms. Harry lifted Draco onto his shoulders, boosting him into a crowd surf.
"Be OBSCENE! Be be OBSCENE
Be Obscene, baby, not heard!"
Harry was lifted up and he surfed the human wave, feeling slightly disconcerted when someone underneath him obviously grabbed his ass. He listened and screamed along with Eric, who did an incredible Manson impersonation. He was pulled onto the stage by Ginny and Emily. Draco stood next to the stage, moshing with the rest of the partiers. Eric finished MOB SCENE and started in on Doll-dagga- buzz-buzz- ziggety-zag. Harry grinned, following Ginny's lead as she started a jitterbug.
"Gin, I can't dance!" Harry protested thirty seconds later.
"No shit, Sherlock," Ginny giggled. Harry was right. He couldn't dance to save his life. Ginny grabbed tall, dark and handsome, her personal nickname for Darius, Claudette's son and pulled him onto the stage. Harry gratefully sank down into the crowd.
"Hey! This is a vast improvement!" Ginny exclaimed as Darius dipped her expertly and spun her around. They danced for the next two songs, when Eric, who was guzzling shots of Everclear between songs, promptly passed out on stage mid song.
Emily poked Eric in the stomach. "Hey dork! Get up and sing some more!" she yelled over the remains of Beautiful People. Eric didn't stir, so Emily sighed and asked Ginny to Apparate him back to his bed.
Muttering about designated Apparaters, Ginny complied, disappearing while holding Eric by the hair. She reappeared five seconds later and she and Darius melted into the throng of inebriated students to dance some more. "Em, he's in YOUR bed!" she called over her shoulder to Emily. Emily nodded.
Harry, in an effort to escape the crowd, unfurled his wings and flew upwards to the roof of the cavern. He sat on a ledge high above the dancing crowd, catching his breath. "Damn! Flying is hard work!"
So why don't you just levitate?" Draco asked dryly, floating right in front of him.
"Because flying is more fun." Harry stretched his wings and his arms at the same time, missing the look of pure lust in Draco's eyes.
Severus stood up on the stage, his shirt missing and his hair totally mussed. "DRINKING CONTEST!!!!!" he screamed over the din of the crowd. Harry and Draco stared at each other mischievously and flew to the stage.
"So, Uncle Sev, where's the contest?" Draco asked, his eyes shining at the prospect to even more alcohol.
"Ummmm, let's see. How about here?" Severus slurred slightly, waving at the stage blearily. Harry jumped back as his uncle's arm almost smacked him across the chest.
"What're we drinking?" Harry asked, stumbling back and almost falling off the platform. He waved his arms wildly, trying to regain his balance. Only Draco's grabbing him by the leather band around his neck kept him from falling onto Neville and Seamus below him. Draco hauled him back onto the stage.
"I'm yanking you around by the collar..." Draco sang impishly. Harry groaned, shaking his head.
Neville climbed onto the stage. "I'm mixing drinks for the contest," he announced determinedly.
Severus stared at him in shock. "And, Mr. Longbottom, what makes you think YOU can mix drinks? You're barely functional in Potions; what makes you think you'll be any better at this?"
Neville gulped but stood his ground and pulled out his wallet. He held up a wizarding bartender's license in his hand determinedly. "I got this last summer and it's been my summer job ever since."
Severus raised both eyebrows, impressed. "Very well, Mr. Longbottom," he said in a rare act of kindness. "Mix away."
Neville's eyes widened in shock at the compliment. Quickly, he got to work. "I call these Suicides," he announced proudly, holding up a shot glass. He summoned a bottle of Everclear, a bottle of Bailey's Irish Crème, a bottle of chocolate sauce and a bottle of Caramel. He filled it three fourths of the way with Everclear. He swirled, in rapid succession, Bailey's, the chocolate, and the caramel into the shot, filling the glass. "Three is the maximum and you're usually done. I've never seen anyone put away more, even starting sober."
"We'll see about that, Mr. Longbottom. You may be surprised," Severus boasted.
"What're the rules?" Seamus asked.
Severus looked around, noticing for the first time that the entire Chamber was silent and everyone was crowded around the stage. "First, the stage has to be bigger," he said, wracking his inebriated brain. "Second, we need a table, and third, we need to know how many people are in." Quickly, the stage enlarged and a square table appeared in the center.
"I'm in!" Seams yelled. Harry and Draco quickly voiced their interest, and Xander appeared on the stage.
"A drinking contest and no one invited me?" he asked, tisking. "For shame."
Severus raised his eyebrows again. "Anyone else?" he asked. Ron stood up and walked over to the stage.
"Can I join?" he slurred already wobbling. Darius climbed up behind him, followed by Gaila, Michael and Olivia.
Severus smirked. "Sure, why not. Neville, can you make about...oh, one hundred of these?" he asked idly.
Neville's jaw dropped from first his feared Potions Master calling him by his first name and second because that much Everclear is lethal. "Um, Ok," he stuttered slightly and waved his hand. Immediately, two more bottles of Everclear appeared and ninety nine more shot glasses. The bottles poured themselves, mixing 100 perfect Suicides in less than a minute. Severus arranged them in a descending spiral in the center of the table.
"Ok, the rules are as follows: We line up at the tableside and take the shot in front of us. The person drinking, moves to the end of the line and takes the next shot and so on. The person who can not only continue drinking but continue standing and walking the longest wins. Got it?" Everyone nodded their assent. "Good, let's begin."
Severus stood at the first drink. Draco moved next to him, followed by Seamus, Darius then Harry, Gaila, Olivia, Xander, Michael, and finally Ron. Severus threw his Suicide back, gasping at the line of fire going from his mouth to his stomach. "I stand corrected, Mr. Longbottom. You do have talent. Display this kind of talent in your Potions class and you'll get an Outstanding!" Neville blushed, stammering his thanks.
Severus stalked around Ron and took his place to take the next drink. Draco followed him. They went through the line twice before suffering their first casualty: Ron. He passed out, falling off the stage immediately after ingesting his second drink. Hermione carried her unconscious boyfriend to a couch and lay him down.
Harry bowed out next, after five, unable to walk. He haphazardly floated above the stage, still watching avidly. Darius was next out, as he threw up everything he had drunk all over Dudley and Susan. Dudley and Susan started screaming and Gabrielle immediately Apparated them back to the Hufflepuff Common Room so they could clean themselves off. Rowan, incredibly sleepy, decided to leave as well.
The contest thinned out as Michael, Olivia, and Gaila called it quits after ten Suicides. Severus, Seamus, Draco and Xander were the only ones left with exactly thirty eight drinks to go. Severus quickly gulped down his twelfth, the other two following suit. Grimly, they continued, none of them giving an inch. The crowd, noticeably thinning out, cheered after each completed round. Xander finally lost in, falling from the stage after his eighteenth Suicide. Neville just stared at them, wondering how in the HELL they didn't have alcohol poisoning. Draco fell immediately after, still trying to crawl around the table to stay in the contest. Harry grabbed him and hauled him away from the booze.
"Damnit, Harry, I could have won!" Draco protested from his soul mate's lap high above the table.
"Bullshit. Now be quiet, I'm trying to watch!" Harry shushed him, rooting for Severus.
It was down to Severus and Seamus, with less than fifteen to go. Severus and Seamus stalked around the table, refusing to back down. The crowd was silent, waiting to see who would fold first: the Snarky Potions Master or the Irishman?
At ninety four shots total consumed, Severus folded, literally, sliding onto the table. Seamus poked his teacher's shoulder tentatively. "Umm, Professor? You ok?" Severus attempted to stand up but failed miserably, sliding to the floor instead. Seamus shrugged and summoned a pitcher. He poured the remaining six shots into the pitcher and chugged it. He dropped the pitcher, smacking his lips happily. "Oh...that hits the spot!" he laughed, shrugging shoulders. Everyone cheered.
Draco had sobered enough to restart the music. He brightened as Hoobastank's The Reason started playing over the speakers. Those sober enough to dance pulled their dates close, dancing to the song.
Harry and Draco still sat in the exact center of the room at least 15 feet above everyone else. Draco turned to Harry, shifting on the sexy Gryffindor's lap, and softly began singing.
"I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know"
Harry listened as Draco sang to him, smiling slightly at the choice of words/
"I found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And that reason is you."
Draco closed his eyes, realizing that he truly meant the words he was singing.
"I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with every day
And all the pain I put you through
I wish I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear"
"You already are," murmured Harry. "No one else understands me like you do." Draco continued singing, his eyebrows raised fractionally.
"I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And that reason is you
And that reason is you
And that reason is you
And that reason is you
Idly, Harry thought to himself,*you know, this would be wonderfully romantic if he didn't reek of booze. That kind of kills the mood.* Gaila and Olivia floated up by them, dancing with their respective soul mates
*I hear ya, Harry. I hear ya,* Gaila remarked as she and Raphael danced a ridiculous tango in midair.
"I'm not a perfect person,
I never meant to do those things to you
And So I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And that reason is you"
Harry was slowly falling asleep, lulled by Draco's soothing voice. "You sound like an angel, even drunk," he mumbled, half asleep. Draco carefully scooped Harry into his lap, reversing their positions, careful not to rouse his very sleepy soul mate.
"I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And that reason is you
Draco slowly finished singing. Harry lay fast asleep in his arms. He carefully Apparated them back to their room, concentrating on not splinching them. He laid Harry, costume and all, on his bed and tucked him in.
Draco grabbed the sobering and anti hangover potion he had left next to his bed almost ten hours ago. He downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the horrible taste. Immediately, his head cleared and he retained all his memories of the last ten or so hours.
"Oh SHIT!" he yelped, staring at Harry in horror and shock. "No- We didn't we couldn't – FUCK!!!!!!" he yelled, running his hands through his hair. Harry groaned and turned over in his sleep. Draco immediately quieted.
"Shit!" he swore vehemently at a near whisper. "He's gonna HATE me tomorrow!" He stole a glance at the peacefully slumbering Harry, repressing a shudder of lust. "God DAMN wings, they're so pretty, he's so pretty- NO DAMN IT!" Angrily, he stalked back and forth.
Severus chose to Apparate into the room at that moment. "Draco?" he slurred, weaving and wobbling all over the room. "Isn't he uncomfortable with the wings?" he asked his godson.
Draco repressed another shudder. *Those WINGS* he thought, to his dismay. "He's fine, Sev," he responded shortly. Severus nodded and sat down heavily on Eric's empty bed.
"G'night, Draco. I can't find my bed so I'll stay here." Severus keeled over, unconscious, unto the bed.
Draco sighed. "Oh I'm in trouble. Harry won't speak to me for ever after this and I don't blame him. I KNEW he hates being touched, and I still did it. I'm so screwed." With that, Draco turned out the lights and fell asleep, tossing and turning all night.
A/N: WOW!!! YAY!!! This was SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE!!!!!! WHOOO HOOO!!!!! Ok, now that I'm done editing my own story, time to upload... did ya like? Did ya like? Anyway, I'm PISSED off!!! I heard on the radio and saw on TV: RAY COUNTY PEOPLE LISTEN UP!!!! (Ray County, Tennessee) Do NOT LET YOUR Governor OUTLAW HOMOSEXUALITY!!! It's sad but true, folks. The Gov. of Tenn. State is trying to outlaw Homosexuality in the ENTIRE state!! WE HAVE TO PROTEST!!!!! I think a mass orgy on the steps of the Capitol building..... gay, bisexual and lesbians only. WE DON'T HAVE TO HIDE, PEOPLE!!!! That PISSES me off. It is SO STUPID!! HOW DARE THEY KICK OUT GOOD PEOPLE FROM THEIR STATE JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR SEXUAL ORIENTATION!!!!! GOD DAMN HOMOPHOBES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!