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: It's okay for you to hate me! It has taken me long time finding the inspiration to start writing again. It has been a weird month... christmas was great, very cozy! I hope you all had a great holliday and a great New Year! I finished my history repport before christmas. I got a B for it. (or is it B? It's 9 in danish). It wasn't a good repport, I expected my teacher to give me that grade, but it's just not good enough! I'm done with history, now it's slash there's on my mind! I've also had some boy-trouble. I was dumped by a guy not long ago, it really hurts! I was crazy about him, and then the little S calls me and says that he doesn't want to to continue. Ass hole. He was really handsome and a great kisser, though... ass!
SO! This chapter is dedicated to ALL you ladies who've been dumped! Man, I feel like singing Kelis Caught out There, or what it's called...
Thank you again, Melissa for helping me out! Chapter 1 and 2 can now be found on FictionAlley! The name is still Steiner.
Thank you, Cecilie, for kicking my ass and telling me to GO UPDATING! lol
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Drunk
Chapter 10
Over
Draco woke up early the next morning. The sun had not yet risen, only a faint light from the moon shone through the window. For a second he wondered where he was. This wasn't his dorm. He wasn't even lying in his bed. Slowly, he turned around.
And then he gasped.
Harry Potter was lying beside him, his face turned towards him, his dark skin glowing under the moonlight. Draco gulped. He starred at the sleeping boy for a few minutes. He could feel Harry's slow breathing on his face. Slowly, he reached out and lifted thesheet from Harry's body.
He was naked.
Draco quickly let go of thesheet and pulled back. He let a trembling hand run down his own body. He was naked too.
"Shit!" He muttered. "Shit, shit, shit!"
A nagging feeling was starting to creep under his skin. What on earth had happened last night? How the hell did he end up in bed with Harry Potter?
Everything from last night seemed blurred, it was like someone had cut out that part of his brain, which contained his last memories. He actually didn't remember what he had been doing.
But now it seemed quite obviously.
"Shit," he repeated and buried his face in his hands,
Suddenly, he felt Harry starting to move beside him. He froze.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Then he turned his head and smiled at him.
"Hi..." Harry ducked his head. Draco noticed that Harry was blushing fiercely. Under other circumstances, Draco would have loved to use the opportunity to embarrass Harry further, but now didn't really seem to be the right time.
So Draco didn't say anything. He only kept starring at Harry.
Harry suddenly reached out a hand and brushed itagainst Draco's arm. Draco flinched and pulled back.
"What's wrong?" Harry looked at him with such a confused stare, Draco couldn't help softening upa bit. Maybe Harry could tell him what the hell they'd been doing since they were both naked and lyingright upagainst each other. There was also a weird smell in the room, which Draco couldn'tput a word.
"What did we do... er last night, I mean?" He didn't dare looking Harry in the eyes.
He saw Harry stiffen. "What do you mean, Draco?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. Harry gave him a weird glance.
"We..." Harry started doing wild, nervous gestures with his hands. When he saw Draco looking dumbly at him, he blushed and lowered his arms. '
"Well, you know what we did!" He sat up. Thesheet fell from his waist and revealed smooth, soft skin. Draco couldn't help starring.
"Do you regret it? It that whatthis isabout?" Harry pulled thesheet tightly against his chest. He looked hurt.
Without knowing why, Draco reached out and grabbed Harry's hand. He looked incredulously at their entwined fingers for a moment. Then he looked at Harry. "I don't know..."
Harry took at deep breath. Draco could see he was fighting with the tears. He had to try to explain it to Harry.
"No, Po-uhm-Harry, it's not that I want to take uhm... whatever we did back! I just... I don't remember anything we did last night. Nothing at all!"
Harry froze. His eyes searched Draco's grey orbs for any information that the other boy might be joking. "April's fool! I'm just messing with you, Harry!"
But Draco remained silent. He just looked at Harry with sad eyes.
"You really don't remember anything, do you," Harry said emotionless. He felt as if Draco had just ripped out his heart and was now tap-dancing on it.
"No..."
Harry tried not to start crying.
"I'm sorry..."
"There's nothing to be sorry about, you don't remember anything, big deal." Harry knew he was a terrible liar. And so did Draco.
"Come on, Harry, don't try to lie to me, I know that whatever happened last night, itwas somethingvery important! Well... at least for you!"
Harry didn't look at him. Instead he starred at a certainspot on the floor and tried to look concentrated.
"So? We did it, right? He had sex, hadn't we?"
Harry turned his head away from Draco. It was just too painful. "Yes..."
"Was I any good?" Draco said cheerfully.
Harry images of Draco hovering above him, incredible things to him, instantly filled Harry's mind.
He sank. "You sure were..."
"Really?"
Harry could hear the thick smugness in Draco's voice. Harry was suddenly filled with anger; he turned his furious glare towards he Slytherin.
"Yeah, Draco, you were fantastic last night, you were the best fuck I've ever had, actually, you were the first fuck I ever had, happy now? Last night we, Pansy and I, found you sitting up here all alone with scratches all over your body, you were a mess, you kept sobbing and wanted me to hold you and to love you, you asked me to stay with youlast night.Apparently Voldemort did something horrible to you the night before, and you needed me to be there for you! And I was! I was here, Draco! I'm here now, and now you're telling me that you don't remember anything? How do you think that makes me feel?"
Draco starred at him with huge eyes. He looked startled.
"Pansy was here too? Jeez, we didn't have a three-some or something, did we?"
Harry shook his head and stood up. The sheetfell off his body as he did so. He didn't care if Draco could see all of him. He already had.
"I can't do this right now." He grabbed his shirt from the floor.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms grabbed his waist and spun him around.
Dracowas lookinginto his eyes, his mouth inches from Harry's.
Harry stopped breathing.
"Harry... I'm sorry," Draco said. "I do remember some things. I remember everything that happened before last night, I remember the Yule ball when you kissed me, I remember before I had to leave... that night when Voldemort...I remember a lot of things... maybe I don't remember us... you know... but I doremember that I have feelings for you. Strong feelings," he whispered.
Then he slowly leaned in, and captured Harry's lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
Harry closed his eyes. He let himself drown in Draco's arms, let Draco hold his shivering body close to his. Let Draco's hands explore his naked skin.
Just as Harry was beginning to think that he might have turned into a bowl of jelly from pleasure, Draco stepped away.
He was breathing heavily, his lips red and swollen. He looked at Harry with ahorrified expression.
"Oh my god...!"
"What? Draco, what's wrong?"
He grabbed his shirt and pulledit on, before he stepped closer to Draco.
"Draco...?"
" – S-stay away from me!"
Draco was holding up his hand as if trying to protect himself.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Harry yelled. He had never once in his life felt so confused.
Draco backed into the wall. His eyes were fixed on the shutter. "You are such a pervert, Potter! I swear,I'm going totell Snape!"
Harry starred at Draco with disbelieve. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"Well, you somehow manages to trick me up here – probably in my sleep – and then you just have your wicked way with me! Where are my clothes?"
"I didn't trick you to do anything! You kissed me!" Harry pulled on his pants and let a hand run through his hair. Was there any possibility that Dracowas suffering from a bigloss of memory?
"Oh sure!As ifI, Draco Malfoy, voluntarily would follow you up here and snog you allby myself? What are you, a retard?" Draco was now officially freaking out. His voice was shrill and full of horror.He was acting like a teenage girlwho had just discovered her first pimple.Harry wanted to slap him.
"Seriously Draco, what are you up to?" He folded his arms and looked at Draco with a bored expression.
"What am I up to? Maybe you should ask yourself that! God, if I only had my wand... hey! Were is my wand?"
Harry wasn't listening to Draco's complaining. He suddenly remembered something Draco had said. Something which made his heart sink in his chest.
"It's the curse," he whispered.
"What?" Draco sneered. He was fumbling with the button in his pants.
"We broke the spell..."
Harry slowly slid to sit on the floor. He felt empty. Like every air in his lungs had been sucked out.
"Great, the Golden Boy is also a complete lunatic!" Draco said, rolling his eyes.
Harry ignored him.
"You're not in love with me anymore". He was more like a statement, but he still dreaded the answer.
Draco had stopped moving around. Now he starred at Harry with a smirk on his beautiful lips.
"Hell no! Never was. Now, shall I go get Pomfrey for you?"
It was over.
"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."
That was what Draco had told him that nightin the library. Last nights acthad suddenly put whatever they had started, to an end.
"I'm going now!" Draco said. He was trying to open the shutter whiledoing the last buttuns in his shirt.
"Oh and, Potter? If you ever touch me again, I'll kill you!".
The shutter closed over him, as Draco left the Astronomy Tower and left Harry alone in the darkness.
Harry found himself sitting in one of the Gryffindor common room's chairs, the next evening. Draco had been avoiding hin the whole day. Well,except forwhen he tried to knock Harry over in Care of Magical Creatures with a stick. At least he hadn't told anyone about the incident in the Astronomy Tower.
Harry felt someone standing at his left.
He looked up. Ginny was sitting on the armrest, starring into the flames which were flickering inside the fireplace.
She started talking without looking at him.
"I'm sorry that I yelled at you the other night."
Harry sighed. "It's fine, Ginny... it really is."
She shrugged. "I'm still sorry, though."
"Ginny... it should be me apologizing to you, I, -"
"No, it's okay, " she said. "I... I guess I overreacted. So...are you okay?"
Harry smiled faintly. "Yes I... I'm great."
She didn't look convinced. "You look like shit, Harry?"
"Jeez, thanks!" He couldn't help laughing. She smiled.
"Did something happen? Is there anything I can do?"
"No it's... it's nothing really. I'm just tired, that's all."
Harry smiled at her. For a moment the two of them just sat there, staring at each other, but then Harry stood up, and without thinking,he lowered his head to Ginny's.
He saw her eyes widen in shock, but then they softened and she closed her eyes.
She wasn't really a good kisser, but she made him forget about Draco for a while. He tried to imagine that it was Draco's arms wrapped around his torso, Draco's mouth sucking at his neck and Draco's hair tickling his nose.
The arms were just too thin, the mouth too soft and the hair too long and waytoo thick.
As they kept kissing in the warm, empty common room, Harry realised that the real problem about Ginny, was that she wasn't Draco.
TBQ
Authors Note: I don't want to make you mad, but I can't promise that I'll update right away! I've got a computer in my room now, soI hope I'll get more time! BUT! Homeworks comes first SighGym sucks.
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