P.S. fifespice: the Flash thing will make sense soon, I promise!
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"Flash! Aooooooh...savior of the Universe! Flash! Ooooaaah...he saved every one of us!" Malfoy sung in a fairly pretentious tone.
"For the love of god Malfoy, get off the table" Harry pleaded, turning a shade of red that could rival even a Weasley blush.
"Quiet Flash, I can sing if I feel like it"
"If you can call that singing," Harry muttered. "Ow! Don't you dare hex me Malfoy! Will you get off the table, you're making a right fool of yourself! ...and of me!" he quickly added.
Walford preceded to kick Harry quite hard, in the face, with a surprising amount of accuracy for somebody who had enjoyed so much Fire Whiskey that night.
"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand, landing at Harry's feet. "Malfoy. I do not want to waste my time subduing you out of your drunken stupor. Please, save your dignity and stop dancing on my table." Harry uttered through gritted teeth.
Malfoy however, was not paying attention to this, as he had apparently just realized the current location of his wand.
"Give me my wand, Flash!"
"I'll tell you what Malfoy," he began, sighing "I am going to be civil here. I "
"If you are being 'civil', you can at least call me by my first name, iFlash/i." Harry rolled his eyes, "Will you stop calling me that!" Draco pouted. Harry gave in.
"Fine iDraco/i, where has Blaise gotten to? I'll return your wand to him, as currently I do not believe you are in the correct frame of mind to operate a wand." Draco begun to whine.
"He's taken off with that Griffondor hussy...whotsitsname...Seamus! Thats it. Seamus." Harry smiled to himself at the look of achievement that developed on the Slytherin's face from remembering this information.
Suddenly that look of achievement befell to a look of queasiness, as Draco thumped to the ground. Harry quickly ran to his side.
"Draco!" A feeling of worry and uneasiness quaked through his stomach, followed by a feeling of surprise, was he actually worried about Malfoy? Leaving his personal feelings for another time, he checked Malfoy over. Deciding that neither the fall, or the alcohol had done any damage, his heartfelt side bubbled over.
"Hey Madam Rosmerta? Can we-I mean Malfoy, can he have a room? Put it on my bill"
"Sure Harry, number 8, 5th door on the right"
With that he picked Draco up, and carried him upstairs, to the awaiting room.
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A/N: Short, I know. The 'Flash' thing will make sense later on, don't worry! I quite like how this is turning out, I think I'll continue with it, if anyone likes it. So review it, if you like it, I live off reviews!