Harry awoke the next morning rather later than he would have normally. As it was Sunday it wasn't a big deal, but surely someone would notice he hadn't come back to the dorm.

Harry rolled over and sighed. His eyes were still squeezed shut so as not to allow any light to penetrate them. A second after he became aware of his surroundings, he sat up immediately. He was still in the room of requirement. The bottles of alcohol stood unopened on the table.

The half-empty bottle still was sitting on the bedside table. Now, however, it was accompanied by several small empty hangover potion bottles. Harry looked around quickly for Draco and was not surprised to see that he was gone. He had not expected to find him there, but he was nevertheless a little disappointed.

Draco's state of intoxication last night had given way to Harry's hopes of him remaining in the morning. Harry wondered what kind of effect this might have caused.

He sighed again and rolled out of bed, wincing at the cold temperature of the floor. He made his way to the door that had last night been a bathroom. He opened the door to find a large shower and accessories.

After a quick shower, he pulled on his clothes from last night and carefully took leave of the room. He snuck down the corridors and back into Gryffindor tower. He walked casually in the door. One look around told him Ron and Hermione were not present, to his relief.

No one else really noticed his arrival except to whisper behind their hands about the previous night's occurrences. Harry ignored the whispers and went up the staircase to his dorm.

He slid in the door and immediately went to his trunk to search for some new, clean clothes. He picked a pair of dark blue jeans and a red sweater. The weather was getting colder lately and the snowfall was drastically increasing.

Christmas was approaching. Harry had no desire to go with Ron to the Burrow. Hermione was scheduled to go with him, however, the events last night may have altered the plans slightly.

Harry sank down onto his bed, having no inclination to go down and face the common room. He would much rather stay here all day. Unfortunately his stomach would not allow him to stay holed up in his room. He groaned loudly and heaved himself up from the bed.

He went cautiously down the staircase and out the portrait hole. He took shortcuts all the way down to the kitchens. Once there, he tickled the pear and the door automatically swung open.

Dobby greeted him cheerfully and was all too happy to supply him with an assortment of foods. Harry was soon laden with many cakes and cookies, enough to satisfy his hunger.

He left the kitchen with many thanks to Dobby. He walked up to the Entrance Hall. When he reached it, he glanced up the stairs. He paused, contemplating what he wanted to do.

As of yet, he had not met Ron or Hermione that morning. He was not too keen to find Ron and see what was in store. He opted instead to go down and visit Hagrid.

He turned and left through the wooden oak front doors. He walked over the snow covered grounds to where Hagrid's cabin sat on the edge near the forest. Harry raised an arm and knocked on the heavy doors. He waited a minute but got no response.

"Hagrid?" He called through the door. Nothing happened, so Harry walked around and peered into one of the windows. The cabin was dark and Harry was unable to discern anything. He shrugged his shoulders and turned instead to take a walk around the frozen lake.

He was about halfway around when he saw an approaching figure. He couldn't tell who it was from that distance. The person was walking quickly towards him. Harry stopped walking and waited the arrival of the figure.

When the person was close enough, Harry saw that it was Blaise. He waited for him to come to him. Blaise walked up and stopped within a few feet of Harry.

"What do you want, Blaise?" Harry asked, bored. Blaise fixed him with a glare, further confusing Harry.

"What did you do to Seamus?" He asked. Harry was taken aback.

"Nothing...why?" Blaise scowled at him, clearly displeased with his answer.

"He seems to have gotten it in his head that I want you," Blaise said maliciously. Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why would he think that?" Harry asked incredulously. Blaise gave him a condescending look.

"I don't know," he said exasperatedly. "But you better fix it, Potter."

Harry scoffed. "Me? I didn't do anything. I just told him to look a little deeper."

Blaise paused, thinking. His questions had definitely been odd, and not really related to why he would want Harry. 'Deeper...' Blaise thought. Then he realized what Seamus had been doing. He narrowed his eyes and Harry looked on.

"What?" Harry asked. Blaise shook his head in disbelief and laughed slightly.

"I can't believe that. That little sneak. Alright, two can play at that game," Blaise muttered. He turned around and left without so much as a goodbye to Harry. Harry watched him go with growing confusion. He shook his head and decided he'd rather not know.

He continued on his circle around the lake. He stopped every now and then to tear up the remaining pieces of the cakes Dobby had given him and throw them into the tiny holes cracked in the ice by the Giant Squid. He watched as the pieces disappeared beneath the surface.

He was another 3/4 around the lake when he saw Hermione's bushy hair running towards him. He internally groaned, unwilling to answer the questions he knew were coming.

Hermione caught up with him finally. Harry was glad to see that Ron was at least not with her.

"Harry, where were you?" Hermione asked as soon as she reached him. Harry sighed, knowing that would be the first question she'd ask.

"No where," he replied tiredly. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and inspected him closely.

"Ron's worried about you," she said finally, after deciding he was okay.

"Oh really?" Harry asked skeptically. "And why should he be? It's not like he'd notice that kind of thing." Harry then turned around and started walking away from Hermione. Hermione sighed in frustration and walked after him.

"Harry, he was just surprised and a little shocked," Hermione amended. Harry stopped and turned around to look at her.

"Why should he be shocked? Is he really that blind that he couldn't see it? He's the only one that knew the plan anyway! Why would he think I would do this, or go this far?" Harry asked her sincerely. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look.

"You know he doesn't pay enough attention to notice that," at that Harry laughed derisively, but Hermione continued anyway, "But he's your friend, and he i does /i want you to be happy, even if it is Malfoy."

"Yeah, right!" Harry exclaimed. "He hates Draco! He sure didn't seem all that supportive last night."

"You caught him off guard," Hermione defended.

"Right, so why isn't he here apologizing, hmm?" Harry asked sarcastically. Hermione didn't respond immediately, but instead looked down at her shoes.

"Umm, he's embarrassed, I think," she said to her shoes. 'Sure,' thought Harry disbelievingly.

"Well, he should be. But I'm not gonna forgive him unless he's brave enough to do it himself." Harry turned away from Hermione and left her standing in the snow.

He now made his way up to the castle, having had enough of the outdoors. He pushed open the oak doors and walked inside. He wandered up to Gryffindor tower, but had no real desire to go inside. Instead he turned and took a few secret passageways.

He found himself at the foot of the stairs leading up to the astronomy tower. He figured it was a good of place as any to be alone and not be found. He climbed up the length of the stairs and came out on top of the tower where the classes were normally held.

Without the many telescopes, it was actually a very large space. He transfigured a rock wall into a comfortable arm chair and sat down in it. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, trying to relax. He opened them minutes later when he felt a cold, wet drop on his face.

It had started to snow. Harry got up and pulled the chair back under the small overhang and sat and watched the small white flakes flutter past. He thought that he could stay like that all day. And indeed he did. He stayed on top of the tower for the remainder of the day.

When it started to get dark, Harry picked himself up from the chair reluctantly. He transfigured it back into a wall and walked down through the castle, intent on getting some dinner. He entered into the Great Hall and went to take his place at the Gryffindor table.

He sat down a ways away from Ron. Ron watched him with apprehension, obviously unsure of how to act or what to say. Harry didn't say a word as he sat down next to Seamus. He pulled a plate towards himself and began piling it with food, not having lunch he was very hungry.

Seamus watched as he began to eat. Ron was still regarding him with an uncertain air. Hermione sat a few seats down from Ron, watching both boys. Harry didn't speak to anyone, just continued eating as though nothing was wrong.

He glanced up at one point and his gaze fell on the Slytherin table. Draco sat eating slowly. He looked to be deep in thought. No one around him was daring to speak to him. His silver eyes traveled over the Gryffindor table, landing on Harry. They locked eyes for a second.

Draco held his gaze for a minute before moving his eyes further down the table. Harry watched him a little while afterward, wondering at the occasion. He glanced over and saw Ron watching him closely. He glared at him momentarily and Ron hastily looked away.

Harry rolled his eyes and returned to his meal. It was only half gone, but he was no longer interested in eating it. He pushed away his plate and rose from the table. He walked from the Great Hall, knowing that more than one pair of eyes were on his retreating back.

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Draco paced around his private room that evening, trying desperately to comprehend what was going on. The whole day had been a blur and little had made sense.

First, he had woken up in bed with Potter, no less! He had instantly panicked. He was careful not to wake him as he slid from the bed. His head had been aching and he'd violently wished for something to ease the pain. Out of no where, several hangover potions had appeared on the table next to the bed.

Draco had drunk them readily and was pleased to find the pounding had dulled. He then had pulled on what remained of his clothes, grimacing at the thought of what they must have done the night before.

Before he had left, he couldn't help admiring how beautiful Harry was when he slept. He kissed Harry softly on the cheek before slipping out and down to the dungeons. A few whispers had followed him through the door into the common room.

Those whispering had been immediately cursed and Draco had gone to his room to sulk and think. He tried in earnest to remember the events of the previous night. He recalled wandering the corridors in vain looking for something to distract him. He'd opened a door on the 7th floor to find just that.

He'd opened a bottle of alcohol without a second glance. After a quarter of the bottle had been consumed, he'd had to use the facilities. Luckily there was a door leading to a nice bathroom. While there he drank another quarter bottle.

He had heard a noise in the main room and had come out to investigate. Potter had been there, looking extremely delicious. Draco remembered offering him something to drink, and then inviting him to bed.

Draco gasped as he started to remember what he had done. He'd allowed Potter to take control. He never did that!

"Oh no," Draco muttered under his breath, silently cursing himself.

Why had he done that? Why, oh, why? He had let very few people top him in his life. It rarely happened, and never more than once.

After he had finally left the room that morning, he'd gone down to breakfast where the Slytherins had stared at him. He was sick of being treated like some side-show attraction just because he wasn't being himself.

When he'd returned to the common room, he'd threatened everyone that if they so much as breathed anything about his recent disposition, they would end up with more than butterflies in their stomachs.

Blaise had appeared a few hours later with a look of pure delight on his handsome face. Draco had wondered about it but was too much involved with his own problems to worry about it.

He'd meditated on the occurrences of the previous night. He didn't understand why he'd slept with Potter again, and willingly! He supposed it must have been the alcohol but couldn't stop the dreadful feeling that it was in some part his fault.

He knew that he was gaining feelings for Harry, but he had preferred to tell himself that it was somehow Potter's manipulations that had caused it all. Draco was unwilling to admit fully that he had real feelings for Harry.

Draco grumbled on sat down on his bed again, trying to figure out what he should do. He was in no hurry to see Harry again.

At dinner he'd caught his eye once. Draco had been trying to understand why he couldn't stop his apparent obsession with Harry. The look in Harry's eyes had been questioning and Draco couldn't answer. He didn't know what to do.

Draco started at the sound of a knock on the door. He told himself to calm down and called whoever it was into his room.

Blaise poked his head in cautiously before coming in fully. He shut the door quietly and turned around to face Draco. Draco raised an eyebrow in question. Blaise sighed and sat down in the desk chair. Draco watched as he went.

"Is there any particular reason you came in here, Blaise? Other than to annoy me, of course," Draco asked him. Blaise turned his head towards him, looking as though he hadn't been paying attention.

"Well, Pansy's on the rampage. I think she feels left out," Blaise drawled. Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"What happened this time?" Draco asked, bored.

"Um, well, you're not talking to anyone, and I really don't want to give her the time of day. I figured here was a good place to seek refuge."

"Sure," Draco agreed sarcastically. Blaise shrugged in response and went back to staring at the desk. Draco watched him curiously for a minute before sighing audibly and lying down on the bed. This drew Blaise's attention. He got up and moved over to sit next to Draco on the bed.

"So what's up with you?" He asked conversationally. Draco lifted his head slightly to look at him.

"Since when did you become a fucking psychiatrist?" Draco asked in annoyance.

"Since never, I was just wondering," Blaise said defensively. Draco rolled his eyes again and scowled.

"Nothing is up with me. Everything's fine," Draco said firmly. Blaise eyes him carefully.

"You're sure about that?" He asked. Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said forcefully.

"Okay, jeez, I was just asking," Blaise said, giving in.

"Sure, you were," Draco muttered darkly.

"What about Potter?" Blaise asked curiously.

"What about Potter? What is everyone's obsession with Potter? Why is he the only thing people want to talk about? Why? I don't understand! There's nothing special about him. Just because he's good looking and nice and smart and amazing doesn't mean he's so interesting!"

Blaise had to stop and marvel at Draco's words. He chuckled slightly at Draco's naivety. Draco sat up and glared at Blaise. Blaise continued laughing for awhile. He stopped eventually, when faced with Draco's death glare.

"Draco, don't you see?" He asked witheringly. Draco scowled at him.

"What?" He asked in annoyance at Blaise's cryptic nature. Blaise sighed in frustration.

"What you're saying! You're the one who talks about Potter all the time. He's all you talk about! It's not other people, it's you." Draco stared at Blaise and his mouth fell open in anger. He snapped it shut moments later.

"I do not!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, you do," Blaise repeated, nodding his head. Draco growled audibly and stood up quickly from his bed.

"Get out," he ordered Blaise, pointing at the door. Blaise rolled his eyes and got up from the bed. He crossed the room. Just before he slipped out the door, he paused.

"You know it's true," he said in an all-knowing voice. He ducked out the door quickly as a decorative ornament was thrown at him. He heard it shatter behind him as he left down the corridor.

Draco fumed in his room for about a half an hour after Blaise left. He could hardly deny that what Blaise had said wasn't true. Deep down he knew it was. He knew that he was being pulled to Potter.

Draco couldn't stand being inside any longer. He grabbed a heavy cloak and left out the secret doorway to the common room. No one said a word about his leaving, they were all too frightened.

He walked down the corridors of the dungeons and up to the Entrance Hall. He pushed open the wooden oak front doors to the castle and went outside.

It was extremely cold outside. The snow was piled high and Draco had to push his way through. He waded through the snow to the edge of the lake. The windows of the castle illuminated the lake with a low yellowish glow.

Draco breathed in the cold, crisp air and leaned up against the large beech tree situated on the edge of the lake. He stared out at the serene peacefulness of the grounds. He closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath. He let it out while pulling his cloak tighter around himself.

He turned sharply as he heard the unmistakable sounds of someone crunching in the snow behind him. He saw an approaching figure. He squinted his eyes through the darkness, trying to make out who it was.

When the figure walked through the light of one of the windows, Draco recognized it immediately.

Harry was walking slowly, complaining silently to himself about best friends who don't seem to care. He was too wrapped up in his own problems to notice Draco standing by the tree. By the time he did look up and see him, he was already only ten feet away.

He stopped suddenly and looked at Draco. Draco stood there and looked right back, not saying anything. He didn't have anything to say. He had no idea what else he might have done the night before so he couldn't be sure what he should do.

"Malfoy," Harry said, sounding surprised. "What are you doing out here?" Draco hesitated, wondering what to say. He soon reverted back to his normal self.

"None of your business, Potty," he sneered. He turned away from Harry to face the lake once more. He didn't hear Harry move at all. After a minute or two he turned back to see Harry standing in the exact same spot he'd been before.

"What are you waiting for? Leave," Draco told him, hoping he would do as requested. Harry didn't respond once more. Draco became impatient. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Nothing, I'm not doing anything," Harry said finally. Draco rolled his eyes, sure that wasn't the truth.

"Well then why are you still here?" Draco asked snidely. He heard Harry sigh.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I just thought...never mind."

"Thought what?" Draco asked suspiciously. Harry shook his head and turned to leave. "Thought what?" Draco shouted. Harry turned around quickly.

"Nothing! Jeez, nothing. I was just thinking out loud," Harry said sharply. Draco sneered at him through the darkness.

"Look, Potter," Draco said sternly, "I don't know what this is, or what you're trying to do, but it's getting annoying. I wish you would just stop." Draco said this last part more to himself than Harry. Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Draco. He moved closer, closing the distance between themselves.

"I'm not doing anything," Harry said quietly. Draco laughed derisively.

"Sure you're not. You just enjoy messing with me, don't you, Potter?"

Harry's face quirked into a half-smile. He moved closer, licking his lips as he went. Draco's eyes immediately were drawn to his tongue. Harry stepped closer and leaned in so that their faces were less than an inch apart.

"Yes, but that's not what this is," Harry whispered. Draco was too mesmerized by Harry's being so close to pay much attention anymore. Harry moved back a centimeter, then decided better of it and kissed Draco roughly.

Draco was taken by surprise and didn't have anytime to react before Harry pulled away and was gone. Draco was left standing in the snow, wondering what had just happened.

A/N: I'm glad you guys liked Drunk Draco, he was fun to write! lol :) I hope you're just as happy with this chap! please review and until next time!