disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her. The piece of the song Grand Theft Autumn/Where is your boy tonight belongs to Fall Out Boy. I am not anyone of them.

warnings: none really. little bit of slash. but I think you already know that this story is SLASH.

A/N: Wow, this must be my fastest update ever. But it's not that long, either. Anyway, enjoy.

"Whoa. Don't you look hot." Was Danny's first comment as he saw Harry who smirked. He had chosen a pair of blue corduroy pants and a black fishnet shirt.

"Why, thank you. You don't look too bad either. So you've hit on Ann-" Danny slammed his hand on Harry's mouth before he could finish the sentence.

"Do not say that aloud in a place full of Morel's friends." He hissed and removed the hand from Harry's mouth. "So where's Draco?"

"I think he went to hang out with the cool kids. He doesn't want to be seen in public with me." Harry sighed, sounding a little disappointed. "Did you know that he has a cute butt?"

"As a matter of fact I did." Danny took a sip of his drink which looked a lot like red wine but tasted a bit like strawberries and a lot like sugar. "You want one?"

"What's in it?"

"Um… No idea. Alcohol, I think."

Harry's face lit up instantly and he told Danny to lead him to the "sweet nectarine". There they ran into Draco, who already had a glass in his hand.

"I don't think you should." He told as Harry poured himself that drink that nobody seemed to know what was in it.

"Go baby-sit someone else, will ya?" Harry smiled sweetly and looked up to check if Draco was still hot like he was when they had left home. Yup, still hot. Actually the dim lighting made Draco look even better. He had chosen black jeans that made his ass stand out, a white wife beater and a white shirt with the two top buttons left open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"I'm just saying."

"Don't. I can take care of myself, ok?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You can?"

"Yes." Harry told firmly. "Relax, ice prince. We're here to have fun. Danny, care for a dance?"

"No, thanks, I don't have a death wish." The brunette told grimly.

"Fine. I'll go ask Ann then." Harry smirked and marched off to the birthday girl.

"What's up with him?" Danny asked, staring after him.

"Trust me, you don't wanna know. So, um, he probably told you that I know what happened between you two?" Draco asked cautiously, like he was afraid of getting Danny's fist in his face.

"Yeah, he told me. He also told me that you promised not to tell anyone?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I won't. I have no interest in your private life." They stood in silence for a moment, sipping their drinks and watching Harry dance with Ann's friend Tara Foster, who didn't buy the way date Simon Gibbs anymore. They looked like they were having fun.

They look like they're having sex, Danny thought and turned away with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"So, um, is he any good?" Draco asked quietly.

"Excuse me?" The brunette almost dropped his glass.

"You know, in bed?"

"Are you serious?" He asked, stunned. The look on Draco's furiously blushed face was dead serious. "Well, I don't really have anyone to compare him with, but… If I were you, I'd get a move on before he loses his interest in you."

"His interest in me?"

"Yeah. I mean, you do know that he's head over heels in love with you? Well, I don't know if he's in love but there's definitely something going on. He never stops talking about you."

"So… What'd you mean?" Draco's blush had eased a bit by now.

"I mean that the boy has a crush on you and that you're an idiot to turn him down."

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"Carry me." Harry told, sounding like a two-year-old and sitting on the ground. Draco sighed and turned to face the drunken teen.

"No. Get up, you idiot."

"No! Carry me!" Draco gave Harry a very stern look but it did no good. Harry pouted at him from the ground and let out an excited cry as Draco finally agreed to carry him home.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm raising a kid." The blonde muttered under his breath as Harry wrapped his legs around his waist.

"I like you." Harry whispered into his ear and then giggled.

"If you liked me you wouldn't make me give you a piggyback ride in the middle of the night."

"You wouldn't give in to me if you didn't like me." Draco didn't answer that. So to avoid the silence Harry started singing: "Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town." Then he paused he couldn't remember what came next. So he decided to sing what he could remember: "You need him. I should be him. I could be an accident but I'm still trying…"

Draco tried to open the front door for five minutes and when he finally succeeded Harry told him to take him to bed. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." The blonde cursed as he reached the top stair. He put Harry down and the drunken boy immediately crawled into his bed and closed his eyes. Draco took his shoes and shirt off. He reached to his pants when Harry opened his eyes again. "You're awake." Harry just gave him a wicked grin. "You can take off your own clothes then. Goodnight." He told and was about to get up but Harry grabbed his arm.

"No." He whispered. "I can't." Draco sighed for the hundredth time that night and sat down next to Harry.

"What's going on? I know you're drunk but not that drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

"Let's not argue about that, ok? Now, tell me, what's going on?" Harry didn't answer. "Danny told me something interesting. He told me that you never stop talking about me."

"Danny exagga- exog, exg-"

"Exaggerates?"

"Yes."

"Well, as long as you can't even pronounce the word, it's Danny's word we'll believe."

"You evil man." Harry told diva-like, making Draco smile.

"Well, we already knew that."

"No…" Harry whispered, gently stroking Draco's cheek. "You're not evil. You're the sweetest thing I have ever laid eyes upon."

The blonde blushed. "Shut up. You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying." Harry took a grip of Draco's neck and pulled him down to let their lips meet. He licked Draco's lower lip for an entrance. He granted it, brushing his hand up and down Harry's bare chest. Then, when Harry went for his belt, he backed away. "No." He gasped, breathing heavily.

"Yes." Harry persisted and tried to pull Draco back.

"No."

"Draco, please…" He pouted. "I need you."

"I know, but not like this. Not now"

"When then? Will you ever take me?"

"Harry, you don't know what you're talking about. Go to sleep." Draco stood up. "Goodnight." He closed to door behind him and leaned on it. He wanted to go back and cover Harry with kisses. Actually he wanted to cover him with kisses every time they were in the same room. He couldn't stop thinking about his amazing emerald eyes, beautiful lips and, well, anything about him. "Shit, Harry, what have you done to me?"

A/N: There. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm too lazy to get any deeper than that. But make me happy again! You know how it's done.