Chapter 12

Draco stood outside the room and leant his forehead against the cool wall. He heard footsteps behind him and spun around. Potter. Fucking brilliant, Draco thought, that's all I need now. Before Harry could say anything though Draco had muttered "I need a drink." and swept past the other man. Harry followed him, eager to know of news of Baby.

"Is she ok?" He asked straddling the bar stool next to the blonde's.

It took Draco a few minutes to realise who he was talking about and when he did he immediately felt bad about forgetting about his daughter.

" She's fine, she fell but now she's fine." Draco said and grabbing the shot glass placed in front of him, downed it in one. He immediately felt his body respond and ordered another whisky.

" Ok........ So why are you... you know." Harry said slightly confused gesturing towards Draco who looked like he had just been hit by a bus.

" I have just seen something that I would not even inflict on my worst enemy."

" Oh , Dray, I'm touched, Want to protect me do you?"

" Actually you know, I would inflict it on you, go check out what your godfather and Snape are doing in that broom closet." Draco said mock glaring at Potter. Potter suddenly turned white and ordered himself a vodka. Draco raised and eyebrow and smirked. Potter downed his drink and turned to the former slytherin.

"So, drinking whisky?"

"Great observation skills you got there."

"Yeh well, I try." Potter said grinning and ordering another drink, this time a beer.

"I'm surprised." Draco said watching the green eyed man. Potter raised an eyebrow and he elaborated. "That you're drinking a beer, Aren't gay guys supposed to order white wine spritzers and fancy cocktails like Silk stockings, Blue Lagoons and Chi Chi's."

"The fact you know the names of those cocktails, surprises me" Harry said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh shut up, I worked in a bar for a while."

"Uh huh." Potter said sceptically but he was smiling and the blonde couldn't help but smile back.

"So," Draco started "You lost the attitude, I see."

"So, you lost the stick that was jammed up your arse, I see." Potter shot back and Draco grinned and clinked their drinks together.

" Cheers." They said in unison.

An hour later, the two men had had far too much to drink and had collapsed on a table in the corner. Draco was lying flat out on the table spurting off useless quotes. Harry was watching him with fascination occasionally taking a time out to have a swig from the half empty bottle of whisky and cutting Draco off mid-rant to offer him some. Eventually Harry got bored sitting on a chair and after a struggle in which the floor jumped up and attacked him, he managed to settle down on the table next to Draco. A slow hypnotizing number came on the stereo and Draco as drunk as he was managed to sing all the words.

"But listen and think when I say it
Oh but listen and think when I say it
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel"

Harry lay on his side with his head in his hand, he watched as Draco shut his eyes and sung the words quietly. Draco's rosy lips formed a perfect circle and Harry rested his head on the blonds shoulder staring up at the ceiling, that was painted dark blue with gold symbols on it, like the inside of the ministry of magic. Only these ones didn't move which Harry was glad for he was suddenly feeling a bit queasy and he had a head rush without having stood up.

"Dray?" Harry asked.

" Since when did you start calling me, Dray, Potter?"

"After our 3rd Vodka shot and and half a bottle of whisky" Harry responded promptly but with a slur on his words.

" Fair enough, whad'ya want Har-ry?"

"Who's Skylar?" Harry asked carefully, or as carefully as you can get with an extreme blood alcohol percentage.

Draco exhaled slowly and wondered why the hell he was even considering telling Potter anything. He began talking; he talked in a low voice telling his former enemy every detail about his dead wife. Occasionally Harry asked questions or prompted Draco to keep talking but other than that he stayed quiet realising this was probably the first time he had spoken about his wife to any one except his young daughter. As Draco got to what had happened to Skylar, the week or so before she died, his voice began to crack. He made a choked sound, which Harry took to mean he was starting to cry. It was only after the third of fourth time Harry realised what it really was. Draco wasn't crying and he was trying as hard as hell to keep it that way. Slowly he moved his hand onto the other man's chest that was moving heavily up and down. His long fingers idly traced a pattern on the muscled surface soothing Dray and seemingly giving him the strength to keep him talking. At the end of the story, Draco exhaled deeply and made a swing for the whisky bottle. The black haired man let him take it watching him intently, the abrupt ending to the story having sobered him up slightly. He studied the other man intently as a new song started on the stereo, a modern one perhaps the owner had run out of mellow 60's songs there weren't really that many to begin with.

"Honey now if I'm honest
I still don't know what love is
Another mirage folds into the haze of time recalled
And now the floodgates cannot hold
All my sorrow all my rage
A tear drop falls on every page"

Harry sat up his head spinning but still managing to clamber down off the table without falling though there was a bit of a clatter as the chair that was supporting most of his weight fell to the floor. When standing he reached a hand out towards Draco who perhaps handled his drink better as he stood up without instance. Harry made his way to the dance floor leading the blonde behind him, when they reached it. Harry took a chance and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. Perhaps it was his blood alcohol percentage, perhaps it was the fact he had just spilled his guts to the man or perhaps it was something else but Draco responded quickly, wrapping his own slender arms around Harry's neck, leaning his head into the crook of Harry's shoulder. As Harry was slightly shorter than his former-enemy, he expected the move to be uncomfortable but instead it just allowed Dray to lean into him a lot more. Engulfed by Harry's scent, Draco felt protected and that was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a while. Protection, from what? Reality maybe. Because in reality Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy hated each other, they didn't dance together, lost in their own thoughts, until the song became a distant memory and the sun broke into the dark sky with a promise of a new day.