Authors Notes: This chapter is dedicated to my dear friend, Jessica. You're my rock, girl!
Man! I'm so sorry it's been so long since I last updated! I've enjoyed my Holiday, the danish weather has been excellent! Much better than expected! I was visiting Malta in June. Lovely island, just a little too warm! There wasn't too much to do down there, so I just sat and thought about ideas to Drunk! Then I got home, and I was just way too busy to write anything! I've started school, my second year in high school, sigh! It's going to be a tuff year, but I promise I won't forget about Drunk, I couldn't! Hugs story Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter, I really enjoyed writing it!
Thanks for reviewing, keep them coming!
Voices
"It's late, Malfoy..."
Harry looked at Malfoy from his spot at the floor. He couldn't read the expression on the other boys face, and it scared him.
Draco had been sitting there, in the window frame for almost an hour; his head turned slightly away from Harry, looking at something or... nothing outside the darkened glass.
Harry couldn't help staring at the smooth, white skin on Draco's neck. In the pale moonlight, the skin gloved with a whiteness that looked almost unnatural. He wanted to reach out and touch that whiteness, wanted to lick... okay, stop! He shook his head violently.
"Do you want me to go?" he asked instead, looking at dusty floor.
Draco didn't answer.
"- Look... I'm sorry, Malfoy! I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do!"
Draco remained silent, and just kept staring out of the window. Harry felt himself starting to lose his patience. "God Draco, just... say something! Anything!"
Finally, Draco slowly turned his head. Grey eyes burned into Harry's, as the White face cracked into an evil smile.
"Sleep with me".
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Fuck me."
"No way, Malfoy!"
"Then we have nothing to talk about, Potter" Draco turned his head back to the blackness, and left Harry looking flustered and shocked at the back of his neck.
"You can't expect me to want to sleep with you", Harry yelled. "That's just sick! I'm not even gay, and, -"
"Is that so, Potter?" Draco jumped down from the window frame, and slowly walked towards Harry.
"I don't think you're as straight as you think you are, Golden Boy! Remember, YOU kissed me first!"
Draco looked down into Harry's eyes, and smirked evilly. "And you too seemed to enjoy it when I kissed you in the hallway, so don't play innocent!"
Harry gulped and backed into the wall. "Wh-why would you think that I enjoyed it", he said a little too bravely.
Draco smiled, but he it wasn't a friendly smile. He lent down and whispered; "Let's just say I could feel it, okay?" Then he turned around and stalked toward his seat at the window.
"What does it feels like?"
Draco stopped. "What? You want to know how it feels to have something hard poki, -"
"NO! Not that", Harry said horrified. "I...I just wanted to know how... how it feels to be...you know, in love..."
Draco leaned against the wall and watched Harry curiously. A red flush was starting to reach Harry's cheeks, and the dark haired boy, slowly turned away his face.
"Why do you want to know, Potter?"
The flush became even redder. "Uhm... it's just that... I've never been in love myself so I guess I'm just... curious?"
Draco started to wander toward Harry again, wanting the Gryffindor to suffer some more.
"You want to know how much I want you, don't you? You want to know about my dreams of you, all the juicy details, all the romantic moments..." He leaned in so that his mouth was just beside Harry's ear and whispered:
"You want to know if I'm undressing you with my eyes every time I see you, if the sight of you is making me sweat from desperation to reach out and... Touch you. You want to know how deeply I feel for you how, if my heart is fluttering right now because I'm near you, almost close enough to..."
Harry held his breath. He thought he was going to faint when Draco slowly leaned in, and he manically closed his eyes, waiting, wanting, needing...
But nothing happened. Draco stepped back and looked at Harry closely. He couldn't help smirking at the puzzled look on Harry's face.
"So, Potter... if you want to know what love is like, you have to feel it yourself... I can't tell you."
Then he turned around and stalked out of the room, leaving Harry flushed and not just a little confused.
"What's wrong, mate? You have been so awfully quite these past days?"
Ron sent Harry a worried look, while he filled his plate with pancakes.
Harry shrugged and tried to look as nonchalant as possible. "Nothing's wrong, Ron it's just all the homework, it's hard to keep up on them."
Ron gave Harry a relived smile and sat up straighter.
"Yeah, I also thought Professor Flitwick was extremely hard to us today, can you believe it? Eight pages about 'The Ghosts Government Trough the Ages' to Friday? Bloody hell, what does he think we are? A living history book?"
Harry leaned back and listened to Ron's talking. He was just letting his mind drift away to last night's events, when suddenly Draco entered the Great Hall.
Harry felt his stomach flip over. He followed the Slytherin with his eyes, as Draco sat down at the Slytherin table and began to fill his plate.
"Harry? Hello? Are you there?"
"Sorry, what?" Harry looked at Ron puzzled. He had been looking at Draco eating, and hadn't heard Ron's last comment.
"I asked you who you are going to take to the Ravenclaw Party?"
Oh no. He had forgot all about the Party. One Sunday, there had been a big sign in back of the Great Hall, inviting everybody in school to a party arranged by the Ravenclaw students. "There will be butter beers, balloons and great music" Luna Lovegood later told them, when Ron asked her about the party. "And best of all, no teachers!"
"I don't know whom to ask" Harry shrugged, and took a sip of his orange juice. "Perhaps Ginny?"
That seemed to make Ron happy, and the two of them left the table, and started to walk to class.
"Who can to tell me how to concoct a perfect 'Illusion' potion?"
Snape's eyes drifted through the classroom, eying every single student before settling on Harry.
"I knew it!" Harry whispered to Hermione.
Snape had been in a horrible mood, ever since he walked into the classroom.
Now it seemed, that Harry was his victim of the day. Or in fact, any other day.
"Er... an 'Illusion' potion? I don't know sir..."
Snape smiled evilly.
"So, Mr. Potter... perhaps you would like to clean the room after class, seeing that you clearly haven't read your homework or learned anything from your last Potion lesson?" He raised a greasy eyebrow, looking at Harry smugly.
"Yes... sir. I would love to clean the floor," Harry said through gritted teeth. He didn't dare challenging Snape right now, especially when Hermione was giving him a varyingly look, wordlessly asking him not to make any stupid comments.
He suddenly felt some ones eyes on him. He slowly turned his head, and his eyes locked with Draco's in what seemed like several minutes. He couldn't read Draco's expression. He was looking at him blankly, but there was something behind that grey shall... something deep and...
Draco blinked and turned his attention toward the blackboard. Harry kept looking at his profile for a few seconds. Then he sighed, and started taking notes with a weird feeling spreading in his chest.
Harry stayed in class when the bell rang, and started wash spilled potion off floor.
His classmates had already started to leave, but Crabbe and Goyle were standing at the door, waiting for Draco to gather his stuff.
"Potter's playing charwoman!" Goyle snorted, sounding (and looking) like a dying pig.
"Hey Draco, Potter's lying on the floor, don't you always say, that you should always kick someone who's lying down!"
Draco walked up behind Goyle. He looked at Harry and shrugged. "Let's go..."
"You can go first, Drac!" Crabbe said. "No one will hear him scream in here, Professor Snape is gone, -"
"We can't bloody beat him!!" Draco yelped, looking horrified.
The room went silent. Harry stared at Draco.
Crabbe and Goyle stared at Draco.
"Uhm..." Draco said.
"We can't beat him, I won't have my shoes covered in his dirt", Draco finally said smiling victoriously. "He's not worth it".
Crabbe grinned. "Good one Drac, we don't want to get Potter-dirt on us!"
"No, we don't. Now, let's go, you oafs don't want to miss lunch".
Harry could swear that Draco gave him a secret wink, before he walked through the door.
But it was probably only his imagination...
"Draco... "
"Draco... Listen to us, Draco..."
Oh no. Not again...
"Leave me alone!"
"You know it is fate"
"You know what he is... what you are"
"It's not what you think... it wasn't meant to be, it was an accident!"
"Everything happens for a reason"
"Maybe you need to open up your eyes, dearest Draco"
"No. I don't believe you. It could have been anyone!"
"You must believe... in fate"
"In love"
"NO!"
...
Malfoys never cries.
"Draco?"
"WHAT?"
Draco pulled the bed curtains aside, looking at Crabbe angrily.
"Who were you talking to, Draco?"
"I wasn't talking to anyone you stupid idiot!" Draco hissed. "What do you want?"
"Your owl just arrived with this - hey what have you done to your eyes, they're all red, -"
"THANK you, Vincent!" Draco said, taking the white envelope that Crabbe was holding out to him.
It was wearing the Malfoys' family seal, a silver sword.
"It's from dad... "He took the envelope. "You may go now, Vincent."
He watched Crabbe disappear trough the portrait hole, before he settled himself on his pillow, slowly opening the letter.
He read it quickly.
Then he let the creamy-white parchment fall from his hands, onto the sheets.
His face had paled.
"It's time..."
TBQ
Authors Notes: I hope you liked it! Please review!! More to come...