Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters, they totally belong to JK Rowling. She's a fantastic author, and I respect her so much, I would never steal anything or claim anything.

Authors Note: I'm finally free to write again! I'm done with school for now, it's Summer! I've been studying a lot these weeks, had to take my Year tests in the different subjects... It was good, got an A in history and a few B's... or is it A- it's called? i hope you'll enjoy chapter 5. There's a lot of dialogs in it, and we finally hear whats wrong with Draco! Please review!

Drunk

Chapter 5

Explanations

It's dark...

Harry let his head fall against the wall, as he stared into the darkness. He didn't know how long he had been sitting here in the hallway, trying to calm his shaking body.

Draco...

He could still feel the other boy's tongue in his mouth; still feel the unbelievable sensation of Draco's hard erection against his tights, as he was pinned between the Slytherin's strong body and the cold stonewall.

And it made him feel sick! Made him feel sick that Draco had made him feel that way. Like... like he was ready to do anything to, and with Draco.

Do I want him? he thought, afraid of hearing the answer.

"You did". He had wanted him. He had wanted Draco ever since that day on the floor, wanted him but not allowing himself to admit that he did. But he couldn't have him.

It's only sex, he thought. It's not him!

He had made the conclusion that he might be gay. - That he was attracted to boys, and that that had to be the reason why he wanted Draco. Not because it was Draco, but because Draco was a boy. Draco was one of the most handsome boys at the school. Harry knew that. Every girl wanted to date him, even some of the boys did! But he didn't.

He told himself that, while he remained at his spot, banging his head against the wall.

"Oh FUCK!"

Draco threw his cloak through the room. He sat down on his bed with a sigh, covering his eyes with his hands. "I'm a bloody idiot", he thought, and then stopped to listen if any of the boys were starting to wake up.

The loud snoring sound of Crabbe and Goyle filled the room, and made Draco starting to relax. He didn't want anyone to ask him where he had been. That would mean that he would have to think back and remember... and that was one thing he just couldn't do right now.

He slowly stood up and started to undress. He had only just taken off his shirt, when suddenly his body stiffened.

Someone was watching him.

"Hello...?" he whispered, feeling his legs shake underneath him.

"A... anybody here?" Nothing. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Then he took a step back... and fell.

"Ooooow!"

He felt his back collect with something hard, as he fell backwards onto the bed. He tried to grab onto something to stop his falling, and felt his fingers entwine with something soft and smooth. A cloak? He tugged in the soft material, and a read-faced Harry looked up at him, looking flustered and embarrassed.

"You're... crashing me!" Harry gasped, and tried to wriggle free. Draco looked stunned at Harry for a few moments, before he noticed that he was laying on top of the boy, his back pressing Harry down into the madras. "Oh..." He didn't move.

"Why... are you here?" Draco ignored Harry's gurgling and gasping, and pressed his back hard against Harry, making the other boy moaning in pain.

"I..." Harry gasped... "I... wanted to... ask you... gasp why you kissed me! – Please, Draco...!"

Harry's face was slowly turning purple, and Draco rolled off him, got off of the bed, and stood up. He started to take off his pants.

"I don't know"

"What?"

"Potter, I don't know why I kissed you – now go away, you can't be here!"

He threw his pants on the bed and stretched his body. He couldn't help smirking at the sight of Harry's face, when he suddenly realized that Draco was now only wearing a pair of green underwear, and was flexing his muscles right in front of him.

"Uhm...!" Harry's face shifted from purple to tomato red.

"I won't cover for you if anyone see you in here, I'll just tell them that you were trying to steal my green sweater since you don't really own any fancy clothe yourself!"

"Malfoy..."

- "Snape would probably give you a month in detention, you wouldn't actually like that, would you potter?"

"Could you just, -"

- "And I don't think you would be too popular in your little Gryffindor-group anymore, if they knew you had to steal from me, just to get a little bit of style and taste, -!"

"Please Malloy, just SHUT UP!"

Harry got up from the bed and started to walk towards Draco, an irritated frown twisting the scar in his forehead.

"Now, you listen to me! I've been spending almost two whole nights, wondering why you're acting so bloody weird lately! I thought it was just you being your nasty self, but then this happened... you... you kissed me, Malfoy!"

Harry tapped his finger against Drano's chest, poking him with every word.

"You. Kissed. Me. I know I kissed you first, but I was drunk! What is your excuse?" Draco stared at Harry. Just stared. The he finally stammered;

"Schhh, you... are waking up Crabbe and Goyle, they don't really when people disturb their sleeping, it's,-"

Harry slowly raised his wand, looking at Draco dead serious.

"Okay, okay I'll tell you!"

"Before I can tell you anything, I need to show you something fist", Draco whispered.

They were walking down a corridor, noiseless following the torches, which were leading to the library. They silently opened the door, and sneaked into the dusty library.

"Oh shit!" Harry suddenly hissed.

Draco looked at him confusingly.

"What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Norris! She's coming this way!"

"How do you know tha, -!" Draco started, but Harry grabbed his arm forcefully, and pulled him under an old cloak.

"Very nifty Potter, and old cloak? You don't think cats can see old cloaks?", Draco drawled, and watched as Mrs. Norris swept into the library, looking around the room with her evil yellow eyes.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak", Harry said, holding the cloak tighter around them. "She can't see us, but she'll hear us is if you don't shut up!"

"Alright, alright... jeez, you Gryffindors are really touchy!"

"SCHHH!"

As soon as Mrs. Norris left the room, Harry removed the cloak. He took one look at Draco and laughed.

Draco's hair was standing right up in the air, making him look like a model from a modern muggle magazine.

"You... you should see yourself!" Harry snickered and brushed away a tear from his eyes. Draco pulled a hand through his wild hair, and tried to somehow smooth it. "You want to hear my secret or what?!" he hissed. He hated when his hair wasn't in perfect shape.

Harry stopped grinning, and became serious once again.

"Sorry. Now, what is it that you want me to see?"

"I'll show you." Draco disappeared behind a bookshelf, and returned with an old, dusty book in his hands.

"This is the book of all the pure-blooded wizard families in the world. There's a chapter about each family, writings about possible curses or intrigues".

Harry looked at Draco's white, milky skin as the boy's hands roamed over the book, flipping through the pages, searching for something in the old yellowish paper.

"Here it is".

Harry woke up from his coma, and took the book from Draco, and read the headline at the chapter.

"The Malfoy family...! Ha! I bet this is the longest chapter in the book", he smirked.

Draco sighed impatiently. "Just read, okay?"

"Alright then... 'Curses on the Malfoy Family'... hmmm, interesting!"

"Potter!"

"Sorry! Uhm... "The Malfoy family is the only family who is cursed by the "Reproduction Spell". This spell, have been used by many well-known Wizards for many generations. The spell is forcing the wizard to stay with a woman for many years, without falling out of love with her. It's said that a child conceived by a powerful and loving couple, is brought up to be a much stronger and more powerful Wizard than its parents. The "Reproduction Spell" is also protecting the family's reputation, as neither the Wizard nor the Witch, is able to leave a relationship based on the curse..." "God, Malfoy this is horrible! That's not even real love!" Harry looked at the book, shocked.

"Just... keep reading, will you". Draco looked paler than usually, and he starred out of the window with an empty gaze. "

... The spell is taking its grip on its victim, as soon as the couple's lips touch for the first time. The cursed Wizard will therefore immediately, grow a strong love and affection towards his partner, and will not be able to leave this person again. It's therefore extremely important, that the cursed individual's first kiss, is with that Witch, he wants to spend the rest of his life with."

Harry stopped reading and slowly looked up to meet Draco's eyes. He felt a wave of despair wash over him. This was not good.

"You... you mean, I..."

"I'm cursed, Potter".

"But... I... you.... we...?!" Harry stammered, slowly starting to understand the horrible and nasty truth.

"When my father met my mother, he knew she would be a perfect match for him", Draco said, closing his eyes and resting his head against a bookshelf.

"She was rich, popular and beautiful. She would represent my father perfectly in the Wizarding-world. She would look strong and powerful by his side, and therefore, she was the girl my father gave his first kiss to. They have been together ever since, and they will stay together till their deaths. When you kissed me on the night of the Yule Ball, you awoke the curse inside me. I'm not able to control myself anymore, Potter," Draco yelled. "

I'm in fucking love with you". Draco had to close his eyes tight together, to stop himself from crying. Saying this out loud to Harry had been harder than he had ever imagined.

"But... ", Harry asked, his voice slightly trembling. "What about me?"

Draco flew up from his chair.

"WHAT? What about you?? How can you ask me something like this, when I've just told about the situation you've put me in?" He couldn't stop himself from screaming the words out, not caring if anybody heard him.

"No, schhh! Calm down, that's not I meant!" Harry quickly put a hand over Draco's mouth. When Draco seemed to relax, he removed it and looked at Draco seriously.

"I meant... You're... in ehm... in love... with me... ", Harry said, blushing deeply.

"But... how about the other way around? What happens to the person who's not cursed?"

Draco closed his eyes for a few minutes. Then he looked up at Harry, an evil smirk dancing on his lips.

"He will eventually fall in love with his partner, was well. The love will grow for both of the individuals for everyday." He spat out the words, not able to hide his desperation anymore.

"That's why I need you to stay the fuck out of my way, Potter!" perhaps the love will fade if we don't see each other".

"That wouldn't be hard for me to agree to", Harry said angrily. - "But we can't avoid each other every day. Not when we're having classes together, eat in the same room and goes in the same school...!"

"Isn't there any other option?"

"Yes... "Draco said, now looking almost scary, as he looked at Harry with wild eyes. "But that contains me and you, in a bed fucking like rabbits!"

"What!!?" Harry shrieked, feeling dizzy with shock. "We can't do that!"

"Well, you wanted another option, didn't you," Draco drawled. "My father told me that in a homosexual relationship, sleeping together would break the spell. No kids are coming out of it anyway, so the curse won't work in the right way. "God this is so complicated!"

Harry looked at Draco's slumbered form, and the felt guilt starting to gnaw in him.

"I'm sorry", he whispered.

Draco didn't answer him. He remained silent, hiding his face in his palms, breathing deeply.

"I don't know what would be worse," Harry thought".

"Having sex with Draco, or starting to fall for him... because if I only start to love that pale boy, I don't think I will be capable of stopping again".

The night passed by, as the silence slowly surrounded the two boys.

TBQ

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