A/N: Wow, people actually responded, I suppose that means I should update when I said I would. Thank you for all of your kind words. Yes, the premise is a bit overdone but hopefully I can still make it interesting. If nothing else perhaps people will find drunken Harry mildly amusing, eh? And oh my goodness an Icelander is reading this :blush: This means that I will have to actually check my facts (which of course I would do anyway :looks around guiltily:) No, I am not Icelandic but I frequently like to pretend I am. I hang around the country and people are like "who is that crazy American hanging around again?" Ok, not quite accurate, my boyfriend is an Icelander so I am in the country rather often.

Now that I am home and have my original writings I find that I had all sorts of witty ideas in that first part that I forgot about. Such as Biddi's original name, which was Gummi. I had forgotten the name and I have a friend named Biddi so I just used his name. Incidentally the character is not important at all so his name doesn't matter much but I sort of like that name better so I thought I would mention it.

More importantly, álftanes is the town Harry is in. It isn't capitalized because I can't find the A with the right accent as a capital letter.

Ok, I'll stop stalling and write the update.

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"If you are trying to walk to England, Potter, you are going in the wrong direction. If you go that way you will end up in Canada and honestly, who really wants to go there?"

Harry froze at the sound of that eerily familiar voice. But what was the voice doing in álftanes or in Iceland for that matter?

Harry turned around to make sure that his ears were not deceiving him. Well, there he was, Draco Malfoy, standing on the beach in álftanes, how odd.

Not entirely sure how to proceed, Harry sat down in the icy water.

"Well this is interesting," Malfoy muttered to himself observing the shell of a man before him.

"Come on Potter. I have a mind to talk to you and if you will accompany me to my house you will find it considerably warmer than the North Atlantic,"

Harry just stared at him with massive confusion.

"Now really, if you are trying to kill your self, this is rather stupid way to go about it," Malfoy yelled out to Harry who was now turning slightly blue.

Harry continued to stare at Malfoy as if he were trying to decide how to proceed.

"Jesus Potter, there is no fucking way I am going in after you," Malfoy yelled in frustration. Why on earth was he doing this? He really didn't want to talk to Potter that badly.

Harry couldn't feel is fingers anymore, which suited him just fine, he didn't really care what happened to them. He could drink out of a straw just fine.

"Bollocks," Malfoy muttered as he hesitatingly stepped into the water. He wadded out to Harry's spot and pulled him into a standing position.

"Apparating these days?" Malfoy asked as Harry's head lolled on his shoulder, "Right, I'll take that one as a no. Hold on,"

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Harry found himself in a warm colored room with regal but comfortable looking furniture. Collapsing on a nearby sofa he found his assertion to be correct. Unfortunately his shivering was counteracting the comfort of his resting place, now what was that about?

Malfoy sighed and threw Harry a maroon blanket that matched the colors of the room.

"Anything to drink? Hot chocolate, coffee, tea…" Malfoy offered.

"Brennvín1" Harry interrupted.

"Hm, alcoholism, very heroic," Malfoy muttered pulling a green bottle with a clear liquid out of a cabinet. Perhaps this was not the battle to fight at the moment.

"Call it what you will, I need by buzz back," Harry muttered as Malfoy handed him his black death. After two shots, he was out like a light.

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A/N: 1 Brennvín is Icelandic schnapps. Wonderful stuff, ahem, I mean, don't touch it, awful for you, the devil's drink.

I might update a bit earlier that usual since I am taking one of my escapades to Iceland for new years and if I get enough love I might decide to be fair and update early. I would rather not write while there, I think my boyfriend would make fun of me…

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