Drunk

Chapter three

Remembering

If anyone walked into the boys' bathroom that morning, they would have seen the sight of a white haired boy, banging his head against the wall.

"I'm so bang fucking bang stupid!" He slid down to the floor, hided his face in his hands and to started to rock back and forth.

How could he be so stupid? How could he embarrass himself like that, in front of everybody! But first of all: How could he let himself get affected by the touch of Harry Potter? And in that disgusting way!

He felt himself starting to shake with horror. He could never look Potter into the eyes again – not that he would ever consider looking Potter in the eyes, but still... the humiliation was just too big. And if that wasn't enough, Potter didn't even seem to remember anything.

That look in his eyes when he had had his little... accident, he had looked so confused and so very horrified. "I'm a bloody Malfoy", he thought; "I can't get turned on by a boy! Father would kill me!"

What the hell was he going to do?

Pink, soft lips... white skin... a moan from somewhere in the dark room, maybe from himself, he couldn't tell. Where was he? He felt like he was floating, no – flying towards those lips... he couldn't take his eyes away from them, they were like magnets! And why was he feeling so... light-headed? His whole head was swimming. The only thoughts, the only things that kept him from closing his eyes and let go were those lips... and now, clear grey eyes, staring right at him. They were looking back at him strangely; making his stomach flutter with something he couldn't put his finger on. He wanted those eyes to stop looking. He wanted to make them shut down, and just concentrate on the lips instead. "Please..." his mind was now taking control. Slowly, he lowered his own lips to the other pair, and felt himself complete. Heaven... This was heaven! He didn't want to let go of this feeling, this... unbelievable sensation of lips against lips. Suddenly, the kiss ended, and he slowly looked up. Grey eyes were glaring at him in shock from a pale face. Silver locks of hair were falling down into the boy's eyes, as ht stood there, frozen in shock.

Something was wrong...

He knew this person, and something told him that it wasn't a good thing. Not a good thing at all...

Harry woke up sweating and panting for air. He grabbed his glasses on the bedside table, and putted them on with a shaky hand. "Fuck...!"

He remembered...

He had kissed Malfoy. He had kissed Malfoy in an empty room on the night of the Yule Ball.

He had kissed Malfoy while he was drunk. - Very drunk, actually... "Fuck!" he repeated, feeling something heavy start to increase his heart. This was not good. Malfoy knew, Harry was sure of it. That must have been the reason for the... accident the day before on the hall.

What should he do know? Should he talk to Malfoy? "Hey Malfoy, just wanted to say sorry for kissing you, hope you didn't mind!?"

No, that was just too stupid. There was also the possibility that Malfoy had forgotten about it! - That would of course make him a retarded, senile 16-years old teenager, but still! Harry felt a heavy feeling of despair run through him, as he realized that he would have to face Malfoy in no longer than one hour. Potion was the first lesson that day. He let himself fall back into the sheets, hoping he would die with embarrassment before that.

When he entered the potion room, he sneaked a glance in Malfoy's direction. He boy was sitting with his hands covering his eyes, his face looking slightly paler than usually.

Harry frowned. He didn't understand Malfoy's odd behaviour. He would understand if Malfoy had slapped him, kicked him, yelled at him – even hexed him...! But instead the boy remained silent, sitting alone at his table on the front row.

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" Harry thought, but then stopped. Hold up! Did he just say that Malfoy had a beautiful head? He shook his head violently, trying to make the weird thoughts disappear. "You've got something in your hair?"

"What?" Harry looked up to see Ron smiling down at him.

"I mean, you're shaking your head just as Ginny does when she think she has a spider in her hair!"

"No, that's you, Ron!" Hermione appeared from behind Ron, sitting down at the empty chair beside Harry. She grinned at Ron's now read face, and then turned to wards Harry.

"This morning I accidentally overheard a conversation between Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall", she said in a whispering tone. "Apparently there's news from Voldemort! It seems that he's beginning to gather an army bigger than we could ever imagine! Dementors, Giants, Death Eaters – he's got them all, Harry!"

Harry sighed. Would the horror never end? Every time he thought Voldemort was finally defeated, he came back, stronger and more powerful than ever.

"I thought he would", Harry said and looked at a spot of spilled potion on the table. "I never seem to get rid of him, do I?

"Hermione looked at him with eyes full of compassion, and Harry turned away. He hated when they sympathized him. That made him feel helpless and vulnerable. He hated that.

"Don't worry about me, he haven't shown his ugly face here yet, haven't he?" he forced them a weak smile, and started to take out his books from his school bag. He ignored the worried looks from his two friends that burned in his back.

When class ended, Harry picked up his bag and started to walk to breakfast, when suddenly someone grabbed his arm and hauled him into an empty classroom - the same classroom in which he had kissed Malfoy, he noticed, and found himself blushing by the memory. The he turned around, and stood face to face with Malfoy for a third time in only two days.

"We need to talk". Harry gulped. Talk... he didn't know what to say. "Something is happening to me, Potter" Malfoy said, looking at him with troubled eyes.

"Something is happening, and it's your fault!"

Harry took a step back and crossed his arms. - "Wait a minute!" My fault...?"

Draco interrupted him.

"Okay, first of all! I need to know... do you remember anything that happened at The Yule Ball? I know you were drunk, it's just... how much do you remember?" Draco now looked completely embarrassed, his whole face was flushing and he was cracking his fingers nervously. Something lighted inside of Harry;

Draco didn't know... that he knew! He didn't have to explain anything; he could just keep on playing ignorant to this situation!

"Well...!" Harry started. "I remember that I walked into a room, and that I wanted to jump out the window... but then everything went black, I must have passed out I guess..." He looked at Draco. He looked back at him with something that looked like... was it relief?

"Oh... Oh... Draco looked at the floor. Then his lips settled in to it's normal smirk, and he looked straight at Harry. "Okay then! That was all!" he started to walk to wards the door, but Harry stopped him. "Wait a second! You said that something was wrong with you?"

Draco's eyes flickered for a second. Then brushed off Harry's arm, and turned around. "Oh, that was nothing. Just wanted to confuse you."

"You did". Harry looked seriously at him. "Excuse me, but I don't have the time to stand here and speak to you, Potter." Draco turned around to open the door, and Harry put his bag back on, and waited for Draco to exit. But suddenly he stopped, bent down to pick something up.

"Hey it's my watch! I thought I had lost it I must have dropped it after the kiss-"

Silence.

Draco's hand froze on the doorknob. Harry gasped with shock. Oh crap.

"What did you just say?"

Draco slowly turned around. His face was pale and his eyes were big and horrified. He looked at Harry. Harry returned his glance, and he knew... that Malfoy knew that he knew.

"Oh shit...!"

"You kissed me, Potter."

"I know."

"So why did you lie?"

"I don't know..."

Harry let a hand run through his hair. This was unexpected. He hadn't thought that he would have to actually explain everything to Draco.

"Look... I was drunk, and, -" "That doesn't give you the rights to go around and kiss people!" "I know, I'm sorry, I, -"

"Do you even have a clue of what you have done to me?!"

"I... no, I'm really sorry, but... Malfoy, why do you care?" Harry looked into Draco's angry face. He wanted to know why Draco took this so personally.

"Well, you kissed me, Potter!" Draco now looked furious, he walked to stand in front of Harry and poked him in the chest with every word:

"You. Kissed, Me. You didn't have the rights to do that!"

"I know that", Harry cried. - "But you hate me, Malfoy! We can't stand each other, we have been enemies forever, and know you suddenly care about that I kissed you one time in drunkenness? Sorry, but that just doesn't make sense to me!" He started to reach for the door.

"That's just exactly the problem, Potter", Malfoy blurted, looking somehow desperate.

"I don't hate you anymore!"

TBC