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Of all the pills that Draco had ever tried, he liked the one that Bryan had just given him the best. It was small, easy to swallow, and had given him a sense of euphoria that had far surpassed the gnawing pain of hunger that he had had before taking it. That in itself was probably part of the reason why the tablet had worked so quickly and effectively. Draco was on a high and loving it.

Somewhere in between the dance floor and the bathroom he had managed to lose his kind benefactor; Bryan had been distracted by a nubile young boy that had caught his attention while dancing, and his focus had been shifted somewhat. They had been dancing for a bit at the Viper's Nest earlier in the night, but had moved on from there when one of Bryan's friends had been thrown out for hassling the bar staff. They were now at a bar a few streets over that Draco did not know the name of, but the music was good, the drinks were cheap, and the crowd were friendly enough for a bunch of drunken dancing people.

Walking into the bathroom, he was able to press his way through the crowd of people who had come in to participate in the "other" activities that a club bathroom had to offer, as well as the people who were just there to use the facilities on hand. Walking over to the sinks, Draco turned the water on and started to splash some on his face, humming along to the song that he could hear playing outside, swaying along with the beat of the music. Looking up into the mirror, he just caught a glimpse of a certain dark haired stranger walking into one of the stalls. Deciding that it was his chance to pay off a good deed, he walked after them quickly and pushed the man into the stall, turning around and sliding the lock into place.

One of the things that Harry had not counted on, when he had come out on his little mission was the fact that with each bar, pub and club that he had been to in the course of the night, in addition to not finding Malfoy, he was also becoming increasingly drunk. It was difficult to not have one, especially when everyone else in the place was drinking, and what else was there to do in places like these except for dance? Besides Harry was a very self-conscious dancer, and NOT holding a drink in a club if you weren't dancing just seemed wrong. Having had quite a few drinks in the last few hours, Harry decided that he would go to the bathroom to try and freshen himself up. Hermione had already decided to go home, and Harry had called a taxi for her and seen her off a few minutes before. He had already decided that this would be the last club that he would be visiting, and that if Draco wasn't here, then they would try again tomorrow.

Staggering into the club's crowded bathroom, Harry took a cursory glance at all the people that were in there; there were a few couples kissing and groping each other, while some people were just standing around talking in groups. Walking past them all, Harry spotted an empty stall at the far end and walked in. All of a sudden, he felt someone shove him from behind, and heard them lock the door behind him. Cautiously, Harry turned around, and came face to face with the very person he had been looking for all night.

"Hello stranger." Draco said, smirking. Before Harry had a chance to reply, he was roughly pushed up against the brick wall, and found himself being rather thoroughly kissed. Draco had moved one hand halfway up Harry's shirt, while the other hand was resting on the waistband of his pants, with the full length of his body pushed up against him. Turning his head to the side, Harry took in a much needed gasp of air. O.K. Definitely not what I thought would happen when I met him again…

"Draco, what are you.." once again, there was a mouth clamped against his, only this time his mouth had been open in mid sentence, and he felt Draco's warm tongue work it's way into his mouth. Standing absolutely still, Harry closed his eyes and savoured the taste of Draco as he playfully swiped his tongue against his own. Not able to help himself, he let out a small moan and tightened one arm around Draco's waist. He pressed back into Draco, savouring the taste; he tasted slightly of cranberry juice – probably from a drink he had earlier during the night. Finally pulling away after what felt like hours, Harry opened his eyes and found himself staring into glassy storm-grey eyes. "I thought you might like that." Draco said, still holding onto Harry. "Thought I might thank you properly for what you did for me."

"And is this how you normally thank people?" Harry asked, letting go of Draco's waist and relaxing against the hard brick wall. He had often imagined what it would be like to kiss the blonde, and the reality of the situation had far surpassed anything his imagination had ever conjured up. Draco leaned closer to Harry, until his mouth was right next to Harry's ear, and Harry had to strain in order to hear what Draco was whispering to him. "Trust me, this is only the beginning of my thanks." With that, Draco leant down and kissed Harry's ear, before trailing a line of kisses back to Harry's mouth. Pausing, he took a small pill out of his pocket and placed it on his tongue. Looking back to Harry, he leant forwards and captured his lips into a kiss once again, tightening the hold on the waistband of his pants. Parting his lips, he nibbled on Harry's lower lip, thrusting his tongue inside the other man's mouth when he opened his mouth and gave him entrance. Still kissing, he managed to transfer the small pill from his own mouth to Harry's. Breaking the kiss, he trailed another line of kisses down the jaw line and the neck of the other man, causing the brunette to swallow instinctively.

"What did you just give me?" Harry asked Draco, looking back down to those glassy eyes. It finally dawned on him that Draco was quite possibly high, and that he had just been given the same thing that Draco was currently on. Harry started to breathe a little faster as he thought of what he may have just ingested.

"Don't worry, love." Draco just said. "It's beautiful…you'll find out soon…" Not knowing what to do, Harry just leant back on the wall as Draco continued to kiss at his exposed flesh. There wasn't much for him to do but to ride it out, and he made a split second decision. He groaned a little as he felt Draco licking at the base of his neck, before pushing the blonde off of him. "You're coming with me, Draco." With that, he took hold of Draco's hand and pulled him out of the bathroom and to the exit of the club. Hailing a taxi, he climbed in with Draco beside him, and told the driver his address.

Relaxing a little now that he was out of the club, Harry thought about the situation that he was in. He had found Draco, or the other way around, if you really thought about it, and not only that, had kissed him in a public lavatory, where they could have been caught at ay time. Harry thanked the gods that were looking out for him that he had sent Hermione off home earlier. Not only that, Draco had slipped him a drug of some kind, presumably the same thing that he was currently on. Luckily, it did not look like the drug had any nasty side effects, apart for creating a sense of euphoria. Harry looked over at Draco, but he was happily staring out of the window, lost in his own little world. Harry supposed that Draco kissing him had all been part of the side effects of the drug that he had taken.

Arriving back at his apartment, Harry walked in, Draco right behind him. Harry felt much more at ease now that he was back home; he knew for a fact that Hermione would come and check up on him in the morning, so if anything was wrong, there would be someone who knew what to do on hand. Draco also seemed at ease as well; he had, after all, spent some days recuperating in the apartment from the injuries that he had received at the hands of the men in the alley, as well as from Ron. Flopping down on his bed, Harry closed his eyes, and tried to slow his heart rate down. He heard Draco sit down next to him on the bed, and a few seconds later, he heard the sound of Draco's shirt hitting the floor. Cracking one eye open, he turned and looked at the now shirtless blonde sitting next to him on the bed.

Draco moved quietly over the prone figure of Harry on the bed, and leaning down, he kissed Harry once again. Straddling Harry's hips, he leant down and began ghosting his lips over those of the man underneath him. Taking a hold of Harry's shirt, he tugged at it, until he was able to pull it over his head and off of Harry, throwing it to join his own on the floor. Looking down, he glided his hands over the bare chest that was in front of him. Shifting down a little, Draco was able to lean down and taste the newly exposed skin, massaging it gently before sliding back up and kissing Harry on the lips again.

Though Harry was quite sure that what he was doing at the moment was most certainly not what he should be doing with the blonde, especially since he would be having to report back to Snape, Harry couldn't help himself. Ever since seeing his old schoolmate being assaulted in an alleyway, Harry had found his thoughts continually led him back to Draco; what he might be doing, how he was, and wondering if he might be thinking about him, too.

Harry, by now, was feeling rather aroused, and not being able to stand it any longer, he flipped Draco onto his back, and lay with one of his legs in between Draco's own. Cautiously, he started to taste Draco as well, marvelling in the moon-like radiance of Draco's pale skin, and brushing against the fading ghosts of Draco's past bruises. Every time that Harry kissed Draco, he would arch up further into Harry, and Harry would, in turn, press down more firmly against Draco. Unable to help himself, Harry found himself on the brink of climax. Draco was holding him tightly to him and grinding himself upwards, while Harry was doing the opposite and grinding downwards.

Both of them came at the same time, each giving a hoarse cry of the other's name. Having exhausted themselves, both Harry and Draco fell asleep, arms still wrapped around each other.

OK, Ok, I know…. You're thinking, "WTF happened to this stupid cow! Where has she been for all this time?"

I'm SORRY! PLEASE, FORGIVE ME! I've been trying to sort out my stupid life, and decided to just do nothing for a while. Well, nothing except for work. Gotta keep paying those bills, you know? It's probably no consolation that this chapterhas been sitting idle on my computer for months now as well, is it? Ha…ha?

SUMIMASEN! GOMENNASAI! SUMIMASEN! SORRY! EXCUSE MOI! SCUZI! How many ways can I say….

I'M SORRY!