(A quick note - since I was rather quick about posting this one, I just posted Chapter 7 yesterday, so if you missed it, go back! This won't make sense, I promise!)
If I were Oprah... I would give away a car to everyone that reviewed. Hehehe. "Dude, Oprah writes slash? Whoa, wait, a car? YAY!"
So, yeah, finals are this week... and, well, I hate them. I just finished up a project for my drawing class (and I'll never have to take another one again because I changed my major! HURRAH!)... and then I got online and saw several new reviews... just about had a heart attack out of excitement (you guys really don't know how excited I get over reviews lmao), and I decided to post another chapter because, well, I've nothing else to do? (However, there might be a small break. I really need to start writing and doing less posting! I promise, it won't be a LONG break. Maybe a day or two. And of course I say this, and then post a new chapter anyway. Wtf?)
And now, back to your regularly scheduled thank yous...
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spamy - Oh, if I could marry slash, I think I would, haha! And all I can say is... Draco's shady! I don't know if we should trust him as much as Harry does. After all, has he really changed? But if he really has... that could be scarier in the end. Harry doesn't know how to react to this new Draco. I think he's much more equipped to handle the old Draco. But you'll see how Harry's going to do now. I think you might be a little surprised... at both him and Draco. Thanks so much for your review!! ...and where's my cookie?! Hehe. :P
Trinity Vida-Malfoy - It's funny you should say that, about Draco should be the one to be unsettled. You'll enjoy this chapter then, I think (I hope!). Thanks for the review!
And now... prepare for Bad Judgment!Harry :) (you might recognize him from EVERY OTHER CHAPTER!) Oh, and, um... more slash? YAY!
...I apologize in advance - this one's a little short! I just can't get back in the swing of writing long chapters like I used to. Sorry!!! I'll try, though.
Chapter 8
Was I more than you bargained for?
Was I too much to take?
The dining room table was empty except for an abandoned shot glass, a half-empty bottle of fire whiskey, and a very drunk Harry Potter resting his head. The clock struck midnight, but Harry had barely heard it. He pressed the bottle of alcohol to his lips and took a swig, feeling the liquid burn his throat. Immediately, every nerve in his body was aflame as beads of sweat formed onto his brow. Harry stood up and immediately fell back into his chair.
"Where's Draco?" he slurred to himself (clearly too drunk to realize that he did not call him "Malfoy"), rubbing his eyes and knocking his glasses askew. He straightened them and stood again, clutching the edge of the table for support. He wasn't sure how drunk he was exactly, but he was almost positive he'd had a full bottle of fire whiskey before he began to drink. Harry had been drunk only two other times since officially becoming an Auror–it was something he was always warned against, especially without the company of other Aurors.
Swaggering into the living room, Harry began to trudge up the stairs, clinging to the railing as he went. Tonight Harry had rid himself of all control, and the worst part was that he didn't care. In spite of himself, Harry aimed to get as hammered as possible when he uncorked the fire whiskey. He then was hoping he'd get wasted enough to just make it to his bed and pass out. Harry was not one to drink normally, but he was afraid if he stayed sober any longer, everything he had worked for would be lost. Since Draco had moved in with Harry, Harry found himself feeling more and more like he was back in Hogwarts. He couldn't control his impulses around Draco. And since he lost complete control and kissed him, Harry was even more unsure of what he might do. Still, it evidently hadn't struck him that getting drunk might not be the best plan.
Harry had all intentions of going to his own bedroom and falling asleep, but, for one reason or another, found himself knocking on Draco's door. He continued to knock incessantly until it swung open and Draco stood in front of him wearing a pair of khakis and a black button-down shirt that was halfway undone.
"Yes?" Draco asked when Harry didn't say anything. Instead, Harry only grinned at him dumbly. Draco sighed. "What, Potter? I was trying to sleep." Harry began to laugh, although Draco was having trouble figuring out what was so amusing.
"Hi," Harry choked out between chuckles.
"Shit, Potter, how pissed are you?" Draco demanded. Harry took a step forward and fell gracelessly onto Draco, who had just managed to catch him.
"Thanks," Harry said, stifling another laugh. Draco impatiently pulled Harry into the room and sat him onto his bed.
"What are you doing?" Draco questioned. "I'm positive this is against Auror training." Harry shrugged and laid back on the bed.
"I never use this room," Harry commented, ignoring his question.
"I can imagine," Draco replied hastily. He stared down at Harry who was laying motionlessly on the bed. Suddenly, Harry shot up and was now standing. He gazed at Draco.
"You . . . are such a bastard," Harry slurred. But even in his drunken stupor, Harry couldn't help but realize how beautiful Draco looked under the pale light of the room. Before he could reply, Harry had seized his lips.
Draco tried to shout, "Potter!" but it came out as a muffled gasp. Harry pushed Draco backwards onto the bed and crawled on top of him, pinning his arms to his side. Harry captured Draco's lips once more before beginning to trail hot kisses along his jaw line. He nipped softly at the flesh, causing a low moan to come from the blonde. He unpinned his arms and moved one hand to Draco's chest.
"Harry . . . " Draco whispered, running a hand through Harry's hair as Harry trailed a finger down Draco's chest, reaching the buttoned part of his shirt. Harry began to undo the buttons, kissing further down with each button he undid.
"D'you wanna . . . ?"
"What?" Draco asked.
"C'mon," Harry whispered, bringing his head up to Draco's ear, licking his lobe dangerously. "You said I'd be a fun shag."
"Stop," Draco ordered quickly, his voice still but a whisper. Harry ignored him until he was pushed onto his back. Harry turned and quickly kissed Draco once more before again being pushed.
"What?" Harry asked.
"I told you to stop," Draco said, sitting up. "You don't know what you're doing."
"I'm proving you wrong. You said you weren't convinced," Harry replied. Draco gave him a look of disbelief.
"Is that what this is about? You're trying to prove me wrong? Sorry, Potter, but I'm not going to fuck you just so you can prove a point. It's not worth it."
Without thinking, Harry pulled Draco down and crawled on top of him again. He instantly retorted, "You fucked all those other guys. Why not me?"
Draco glared, unblinking, into Harry's eyes. He roughly shoved Harry off of him once more and stood up from the bed.
"Go to your own room, Potter," Draco said as calmly as he could, his voice shaking. Harry scooted off the bed, but he didn't go to his own room. Instead, his face paled and he darted past Draco and into the bathroom. From where Draco stood, he could hear the sound of vomiting. He sighed and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth from the cupboard and soaking it in warm water.
"Here," he said to Harry, who was hunched over the toilet, his face red and clammy. Harry reached aimlessly behind him, grasping the air for the washcloth. Draco handed it over and watched as Harry wiped at his face, smearing water onto his glasses. Harry coughed before flushing the toilet. He looked up at Draco with a face of desperation. Draco resisted the urge to call Harry pathetic when, it seemed, he was the one who had made him that way. Instead, he held a hand out, which Harry took, and pulled him to his feet. Neither of them spoke as they walked out of the bathroom, out of Draco's bedroom, and down the hall to Harry's room. Harry didn't bother undressing as he crawled into his bed. Draco pulled the covers over him.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled. Draco didn't reply, and almost instantly, Harry was asleep. Watching him for a moment, Draco felt his face grow hot with frustration. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Savior of the Wizarding World, was not supposed to be getting drunk in an act of despair, hoping to achieve nothing but a cheap fuck. Then again, Draco Malfoy was not supposed to look out for anyone but himself.
Kneeling beside the bed, Draco gently brushed a strand of hair from Harry's forehead, revealing his lightning bolt scar. "You fool," Draco whispered, tracing the scar lightly with his index finger. "After all that, you can fall asleep without a second thought." He sighed, placing his hand at his side. "Sweet dreams, Potter. You'll need them for the morning."
At that moment, Draco could have strangled Harry. Even when he was drunk, he had won. He had succeeded where everyone else had failed. Draco had never been weak in the knees at the touch of another person before tonight. He could still feel Harry's lips on his own, Harry's hand on his chest, Harry's breath against his neck. Yes, Harry had succeeded.
And he had no idea what the hell he had done.
Draco left the room and went back to his own and crawled into his own bed–fully dressed as well. He, however, did not fall asleep. Then, it dawned on him: He had called him Harry. Of all the things he could have done but chose not to, he couldn't stop himself from calling him by his first name.
Groaning loudly, Draco rolled onto his side and angrily pulled the covers up to chin. Still, it would be hours before his eyes would finally close.
You know what guys? Don't review this chapter. I really don't like reviews. They're kind of pointless, don't you think?
(Reverse psychology! Did it work? No? Crap! PLEASE REVIEW!!! Because I really will buy you a car if I'm ever as rich as Oprah!!)
