A/N: Setting: Slightly AU as in this, most students came back to finish their education after the war.
This is supposed to be a three-part story, but the first part might as well be read as a one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story since the world and the characters belong to the traitor J.K Rowling
Warnings: Rated M because of alcohol, drugs and a lot of talk about sex, though no explicit sex-scenes in the first two chapters - you have to go to the last page for the smut.
Great thanks to my wonderful betareader EliRoos.
Firewhiskey and lakewater
"Pansy! Turn my bloody shirts back to white or I'll kill you slowly with a toothbrush!" Shouted Draco Malfoy angrily across the landing through the open door of the dorm housing the female half of the students who had chosen to come back for an eight year at Hogwarts.
"But pink is so much more your colour!" Pansy's sing-song voice travelled back, before the girl herself entered the dorm. She was dressed in some flimsy black underdress/nightgown that barely covered her ass and, in her hand, she carried her big bag of makeup.
"Pink is not my colour! I'm too pale, it washes me out. You wear pink if you love it so much." Draco answered grumpily as he carefully slipped on a pair of underwear beneath the towel, not granting her a peak.
"No can do darling. Straight boys don't go for pink, and I have an evil witch-persona to keep up." She flicked her wand in the direction of his open closet and all his shirts went back to their usual white in an instant.
"Yeah you're quite the femme fatal." Draco rolled his eyes. Pansy ignored the sarcasm.
"Thank you very much. I need your help to complete the look." She sat down on his bed and turned her back to him, attacking her eyelashes with a mascara-brush. Draco let out a deep sigh as he put on a pair of black trousers.
"Fine, but go get dressed first, it would just be cruel to let Theo see you like that if he happens to come back." Pansy smirked, she was well aware of the fact that Theodore Nott had been hopelessly in love with her ever since fifth year, but she continued to state 'I don't play with my food', something Draco had never fully understood, was Theo the food or the toy? Pansy disappeared into her own deserted dorm, most older students already being out by the lake for the bonfire-party celebrating that this was their last Saturday left at Hogwarts.
"This is your last chance you know!" She shouted across the hall.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Draco shouted back, knowing very well what she meant, as he buttoned his re-whitened shirt before running a comb through his damp hair.
Pansy returned, this time dressed in a black dress only slightly less revealing than the undergarment beneath.
"This is the last week we're here, if you don't move now you will regret it forever!" She sat down on his bed once more, and he took place behind her, starting to curl her hair with his wand, something she forced him to do on a regular basis.
"There is nothing to regret." He said through clenched teeth, ignoring the urge to pull her hair.
"But you might never see him again."
"There's no Him, I'm just glad to be out of this shithole where I don't have to endure the presence of a lot of assholes all day." Pansy was busy applying a bloodred lipstick using a compact-mirror, which she angled so she could give him a look that told him that she didn't believe him.
"If you don't at least talk to Potter tonight I will tell your mother that you're gay." She threatened.
"If you do that, I'll tell Granger that you want to be her new best friend." He answered calmly.
When Draco Malfoy at the age of fourteen had confided in his then best friend, now worst enemy, that he was indeed gay, Pansy had shared her dirtiest secret as well. Pansy loved muggles, she was as crazy as Arthur Weasley, wanting to know everything about them. This was something Draco had not anticipated, and after she had told him about it, she was so relieved about having someone to share her enthusiasm with that she had dragged him all around muggle London through various shops, museums and cafés. In exchange for his obedient company, she posed as his pretend girlfriend for events like family gatherings and the occasional Hogwarts event. It had been fine, even though she had been ridiculously keen on now having a gay best friend, and on multiple occasions tried to force him into the narrow stereotypical image of a gay man. Until she'd decided to "help" him with his love life and asserted that the perfect candidate should be none other than 'the boy who lived' himself.
"You are absolutely batshit crazy!" He had yelled at her. "I hate him! Even if he were the last man on earth I wouldn't touch him! I'd rather turn straight!"
"But opposites do attract." She had pouted, completely unmoved by his tantrum.
Little did he know then that this was exactly what was about to happen. Draco had never been in love. He had been physically attracted to guys, and he had been mildly interested in their personas. He had had boys interested in him and he hadn't minded their attentions toward him, but he had never been in love, or even felt passionate lust for any of them. Something he had experienced however was blind, raging, passionate hate. He hated Harry Potter with his entire being. So much that his skin prickled and his heart skipped a beat when he was close to him. So much that his blood started pumping and his hands started to shake when he saw him. He hated him so much that he couldn't seem to stop thinking about him at night and he seeped into his dreams where Draco dreamt that he punched that stupid face, how he wrestled him to the ground and pulled that soft hair and kissed those full lips… Wait a minute? Draco had awoken confused, angry and horny and swore into his pillow that he had to do something about this hate, it was too strong a feeling, easily confused with other strong feelings.
But the more he had concentrated on not hating Potter, or feel anything in regards to him whatsoever, the more passionate his feelings became. It seemed to be impossible to get him out of his head, and his feelings had eventually stabilized on an exact mix of wanting to punch him and wanting to kiss him. He had never told Pansy this, but of course she'd picked up on it, and that made her absolutely excruciating.
"You're done." Draco stated as he pulled his wand out of her last strand of black, shiny hair, and stood up.
"Thanks darling." She combed through her hair with her fingers and studied her complexion in his full-length mirror. "You should undo another button." She nodded to his shirt where he had left the top button undone. "Show a little skin, it might get you laid."
"Well I'm not a slut, like you."
She took no offense, just winked at him and answered:
"You should consider it, it's more fun." She undid the second top button on his shirt and ruffled his hair. "Just look a little more available." She said with a smile before popping back to her own dorm.
Draco studied his reflection. He didn't look bad, but he somehow felt a bit stupid with his hair messy and his collarbone on display. To stop himself from hesitating he withdrew a small bottle of firewhiskey from his nightstand and took a swing before looking into the mirror once more.
"Come on then, let's go party!" Pansy had thrown on an impossible high pair of heels that made her almost as tall as he was, she did indeed look stunning. Poor Theo. Draco grabbed his jacked, put the firewhiskey in his pocket and followed her out the door.
"So, who's the occasion tonight?" He asked, giving her outfit a meaning look.
"I figured Terry Boot." She answered casually.
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're hot as hell Pans, but Ginny Weasley's boyfriend? You don't think that's too high a horse?"
"I like a challenge." She shrugged, making him laugh.
"You're just plain evil sometimes." He took another sip of firewhiskey as they exited the castle, not bothering to offer Pansy some, she didn't drink, she liked to stay in total control at all times.
Someone who was not in control was Seamus Finnigan, who came stumbling out of a bush, fumbling with the buttons on his trousers.
"Ey! The snakes arrive! Say Parkinson, what about ditchin' that small-dick of a boyfriend and get some real wood?" He was obviously pissed already and he gave Pansy what he probably thought was a suggestive wink. Draco reached for his wand but Pansy stopped him.
"Really?" She answered coolly. "Show me." Finnigan hesitated, then a wide grin spread across his freckled face.
"Come on then mylady." He nodded toward the castle.
"Don't be stupid, I don't buy the niffler in the sack. Show me your dick now." She demanded. Draco winced, what the hell was she playing at?
Finnigan hesitated again. "Here?"
"Why, are you a pussy? That's too bad." She shrugged and took a few steps in the direction of the lake.
"Wait!" Finnigan shouted and Pansy gave Draco an evil smile before turning back to him. "I haven't got all night."
Draco had not been prepared to see Gryffindor cock tonight, and definitely not so early in the evening. He quickly diverted his eyes, not wanting to blush in public. Pansy on the other hand took a good look before announcing:
"Sorry, you're about one and a half inch shorter than my minimum." She looped her arm through Draco's and left him with his pants down and a mortified look on his face.
"Merlin's beard, you're out of your mind!" Draco hissed in an angry whisper, but he couldn't help but laugh.
"I did it for you, thought you should have a frame of reference for the Gryffindor-boys." She giggled as they got closer to the crowd assembled on the shore.
"I have never in my life wanted to see any part of that git, please don't show me any more naked people today."
"Life's too short to not want to see naked people, and it was huge, do you think it runs in the house?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him and he pushed her shoulder in response.
"It does not, or the Slytherin quidditch team wouldn't vary so much." He answered under his breath.
Pansy gasped
"Oh my lord you have that inside info!"
"No no no! I'm not telling you anything about that! Now shut the fuck up."
They had arrived to the big bonfire which was surrounded by small groups of people, the party had started several hours ago, but Draco and Pansy both hated the awkward, clumsy start of an all-house party and had hence decided to show up fashionably late. It wasn't hard to locate Blaise and Theo who were currently holding court in front of a group of giggling sixth year Ravenclaw girls who was certainly not supposed to be at the 'seventh and eight-year's only'-graduation party.
"Sod off you stupid bints." Was Pansy's greeting, which made them scatter with sullen but scared faces.
"Did you have to do that? I was rather enjoying myself." Blaise protested.
"You will enjoy yourself later – no need to drag them along for the entire evening, the outcome will be the same." Pansy answered with an eyeroll, lightening a cigarette – the only muggle thing socially accepted among purebloods.
Draco ignored them, his eyes scanning the crowd until he found who he was unconsciously looking for. Potter stood with Weasley and Granger and the other Gryffindors whom had decided to come back to complete their education, at the other side of the big fire, close to the water. A satisfactory image of pushing him into the lake went through Draco's head and before he could stop his stupid brain this was closely followed by an image of him emerging from the water, his wet t-shirt clinging to his torso, shaking the water out of his hair.
"For fuck's sake." He muttered under his breath and turned away.
"Why? Don't you think I can pull it off?" Theo asked haughtily.
"Pull what off?" Draco was confused.
"Tonight's bet."
Ever since Theodore and Blaise had become best friends some time in first year, they had had this ridiculous habit of daring each other into a series of stupid bets at any given moment. Their antics had on occasion been amusing to witness, but more often than not they were straight out unbearable.
"What's the day's challenge then?" Draco asked, feigning interest and concentrated very hard on not looking over his shoulder in the direction of the lake, he took a sip from his bottle of firewhiskey.
"To get Potter stoned." Draco's breath hitch causing him to choke on the untimely inhaled whiskey and sending him into a coughing fit.
"What?!" Pansy nudged him lightly in the side, a silent reminder that they were in public.
"How the hell are you supposed to do that? He won't take anything from you." Draco asked in disbelief.
"I've got a plan." Theo shrugged, winking at Pansy.
"What's your challenge then?" Draco asked Blaise, curious of what could possibly be considered to be on a matching level.
"Snogging Ginny Weasley." Blaise answered smugly, gaining a cheer from Pansy.
"Do you have a plan? Because I think we could bring our brains together on that one." She offered, letting her burnt out cigarette fall down in the damp grass.
"Hey, that's cheating! In that case I get Draco's help." Protested Theo.
"What would you need my help for? You said you've already got a plan and it's not likely that the git would accept a banned substance from me, arch enemies, remember?" Draco said, raising an eyebrow.
Now feeling like he was entitled to look, since they were speaking of him, he turned over his shoulder to seek Potter out once more. He was still standing dangerously close to the water, and as Draco observed, the Gryffindors were handling around a large flask, looking suspiciously similar to the one in Draco's own hand, only much bigger. Potter accepted it from Weasley and took a large swig before passing it on. He looked somewhat unsteady, something Draco found curious, he had never seen Potter drunk before. He forgot that he must be staring, until suddenly a pair of intense green eyes were staring back at him. In an instant, Draco's stomach felt like it was being levitated and he could feel colour rush to his cheeks. For some reason, maybe the firewhiskey, he didn't look away, and neither did Potter. He didn't even scowl or roll his eyes. He just kept staring at Draco with that intense look on his face, until he unexpectedly broke into a wide grin. Draco's breath got stuck in his throat and he relapsed in coughings once more, Potter kept staring at him, now laughing. Draco scowled and flipped him the finger, which only enhanced the laughter. Fuming with emotion Draco turned away. Why did he react so strongly to every single thing Potter did? He hated his guts and yet he couldn't get him out of his head.
"Well that's better than nothing." Pansy whispered in his ear, making him want to punch her too.
"Look, there's Weasley, time to make a first appearance in her mind, want to come Pans?" Blaise asked and nodded his head in the direction of a group of Rawenclaws. As a lone Gryffindor the youngest Weasley was standing with her arm casually slung around the waist of her exceptionally tall boyfriend.
"They don't stand a chance, especially not Blaise." Draco stated as the two black haired Slytherin's headed off.
"It's the end of term, weirder things have happened." Answered Theo with a shrug.
"Like what?" Both Blaise and Pansy were rather popular, but to break up a seemingly happy couple in one night seemed next to impossible.
"Like me selling some doxyweed to the teacher's pet, excuse me for a moment." Theo took off in the direction towards the shore. This was something Draco wouldn't want to miss for the world, but he knew Theo would kill him if he interfered with the so-called plan. Instead of following him directly he took a bigger circuit, carefully creeping around groups of students, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to him. He settled behind Daphne Greengrass and Padma Patil, who stood rather close to the Gryffindors who had now spread out a little bit. Weasley and Granger sat on the damp sand, completely absorbed in each other, it made Draco want to puke. Potter stood together with Thomas, Looney Lovegood and the other Patil-girl, still clutching the large bottle of firewhiskey.
"Hi Draco, what's up?" Asked Dapnhe's rather cool voice.
"Shh, I'm eavesdropping." He hushed her, earning an offended look, but thankfully they didn't move.
He watched as Theo casually strolled over to Potter's group.
"Hi Patil, what's up?" Draco wondered if this was part of the plan or if the chance of flirting with the pretty twin was just a bonus. Either way she was completely unimpressed.
"Nott." She greeted coolly.
"What do you want?" Potter asked suspiciously, looking around as if checking if he had come alone.
'He's looking for me.' Was a thought that slipped through Draco's head and brought with it a warm, fuzzy feeling, before he managed to press it back.
"I just wondered if you lot would be interested in a little something to give this party a kick?" Theo said in a low voice, pulling out a silver case from the inner pocket of his robe.
"Now we're talking." Answered Thomas, eyeing the box with interest.
Theo flipped it open to reveal a couple of neatly rolled spliffs.
"Finest doxy-wings mixed with weed, directly from Brazil." He sounded like a wizard's wireless commercial, and Draco knew perfectly well that it didn't come from Brazil, but from the greasy pockets of Mundungus Fletcher.
"Why would we take anything from you?" Potter asked. "You might try to poison us."
Draco thought he had a point, but Theo didn't look crestfallen, instead he took one of the spliffs, lightened it with his wand and blew the smoke in Potter's face after inhaling deeply.
"Because I'm not here for charity, I'm selling. Eight galleons a piece, are you interested?" He looked around on the group. Patil spoke first in an appalled voice
"Eight galleons! Are you mad?"
"Can you really put a price on a little bit of heaven?" Theo winked at her and took another deep drag. "I've heard you're loaded Potter, why don't you treat your friends tonight? A little graduation present?"
'Merlin's beard he's sleazy' Draco thought as he couldn't take his eyes of the scene.
"I'm not giving you my money Nott, fuck off." Potter answered in a disgusted voice.
"Suit yourself then." Theo attempted to flip the lid of his silver case back on with a flourishing movement, but failed completely and dropped the box and it's expensive content, on the ground.
"Fuck!" He swore as he got down on all fours, fumbling in the grass as the Gryffindor's howled with laughter. Scowling and disgraced he stumbled away, and Draco couldn't help but snigger himself, until he saw Potter triumphantly pick something up from the ground.
"Eight galleons, right?" He grinned as he showed the spliff to the others. How the hell Theo came up with such a brilliant plan was forever past Draco, but he still didn't believe that the golden boy would smoke it, he was too big a prude for that.
"What the hell is he doing?"
"Spying at Potter as usual." This statement made Draco whip around. Pansy had joined them without him noticing, and Daphne had answered her in a bored voice.
"What do you mean 'as usual'?" Draco inquired hotly.
"Come on, you're always stalking one another, and when you're not, you're always talking about him. 'Stupid Potter who did this stupid thing again'. Get over him already." Daphne rolled her eyes, took Padma's hand and departed toward the circle of mostly-Rawenclaws, Ginny and Blaise.
"I'm not stalking!" Draco shouted after her, but she didn't bother to turn around. "And I'm not always talking about him." He added to Pansy who gave him a patronizing smile
"Of course you don't."
"How did it go with operation seduce Boot? Not very well, since you're here with me and not over there with them I assume?" He asked, wanting to steer the conversation as far away from Potter as possible.
Pansy shrugged. "There's a time and a place for everything… Oh wanking Merlin, did Theo actually do it?!" She stared behind his shoulder and he turned around to follow her gaze, and astonishingly enough, the black-haired idiot was falling into a coughing fit that turned into laughing, passing the hand-rolled cigarette on to his friend.
"What the fuck is he doing? Why is he acting like there's no tomorrow?" Draco asked, a feeling he couldn't quite place in the pit of his stomach.
"Why don't you go ask him?" Pansy suggested in an amused voice.
"Don't be stupid, I don't care what that prat is up to, it's just out of character, it's weird."
"Ey Malfoy!" The familiar voice digging a hole through Draco's stomach and he felt as if the air suddenly contained half the amount of oxygen it usually did.
"What's your problem? Why do you keep staring at me?"
"I'm going to find Theo, bye honey." Pansy chirped and disappeared so quickly Draco could have sworn she had disapparated.
"In your dreams Potter, you're not worth my time." Draco answered in an icy voice as he turned to face the Gryffindor.
"Really, then why do you spend so much time checking up on me? What're you planning?"
"What?" Did Potter think he had some great scheme planned?
"Because you don't have a lot of time left you know."
'Thank you, I know' Draco wanted to shout, but instead he settled for a condescending look.
"Are you daring me to… what did you thought I was doing? What are you daring me to?" Why did he sound flirtatious when he was supposed to sound threatening?
"You're supposed to tell me that!" Potter looked slightly unfocused and he smelled of doxy-weed and firewhiskey.
"Why would I tell you if I had a secret plan against you? How drunk are you?" Draco fought to keep his voice cold and superior, but floated dangerously close to bemused and slightly concerned. Potter shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets, looking more relaxed than Draco had ever seen him before.
"It's a party, isn't drinking something people do at parties?" He seemed to be in no hurry to end the conversation, something that had never happened before. Over the past year, they'd had surprisingly few confrontations, it had been slightly awkward since the whole 'being on different sides of the war and yet kind of helped each other'-thing.
"Have you ever done the same thing as normal people? You're always busy being 'the special one'" Draco said in a poisonous tone, unsure of where this was going, and just as unsure where he wanted it to go. The side of him which wanted to punch Potter seemed to be in a furious fight with the side that wanted to kiss him, making him unable to actually make a move at all. Not that he actually wanted to kiss Potter, that was a ridiculous thought that had somehow gotten stuck in his head. It didn't mean he actually wanted to do it, right?
"Well, I already did the special thing that involved killing Voldemort and end the war, maybe it's time to be normal. You should try pulling your wand out of your arse once in a while and try it too, you might accidentally have some fun." Potter winked.
Winked? He was definitely drunk and stoned and possibly insane.
Punch him, he was definitely more tempted to punch him. Draco pulled his wand, not from his arse but from his sleeve, and pointed it in Potters face, knowing that he wouldn't use magic against him.
"If you ever…" he started, but was interrupted by a small, blond figure who stumbled in between them.
"Quick, Harry! We need to help him, he's about to get attacked by nargles!"
Completely ignoring his raised wand, the crazy girl started to do some kind of wild dance with complicated arm-movements directed at Draco's face. Instinctually he took a step back and lowered his wand.
"What's happening?" He demanded to know, but to his great frustration Potter doubled over with laughter, tears of joy running from his eyes.
He had never seen him laugh like that before. A pang of something suspiciously similar to jealousy hit Draco like an unwelcome shudder. How could the stupid Gryffindor stand there, so completely out of control, in front of him, who, now when the dark lord was gone, most definitely was his worst enemy, and laugh uninhibitedly? Potter didn't care, he realized, he didn't care how he looked, or what other people thought of him. He certainly did not care what Draco thought, that was clear, he didn't even feel the need to keep up the hate that had been their hallmark for the past eight years.
Anger rose in him like steam. Of course, the golden boy didn't need to follow basic social rules, he could just do whatever he pleased and still be loved for it, what wouldn't Draco do for such privilege.
"What the fuck are you three up to? And more pressing, why are you three up to something?" Blaise joined the unlikely trio, followed by the equally unlikely company of Ginny Weasley.
"Merlin do I know, they're stoned out of their minds." Draco answered coolly, trying to keep his dignity intact.
"I could say the same about you though." He gave them a questioning look.
"We were just wondering if you would care to join us in a game of truth or dare?" Blaise asked, gesturing toward a group of almost a dozen students sitting in a circle around a small, freshly started fire.
"Absolutely not." Draco answered at the same time Lovegood shouted:
"Yes!"
"Come on Harry, it'll be fun." Ginny tugged at Potters hand, and he followed her, wiping his tears on his sleeves, still giggling like a madman. Blaise lingered with Draco.
"Why not? Are you scared to reveal your big secret?"
"I don't have a big secret, and I'm certainly not scared!" Draco answered grumpily.
"So, your stack of gay pornos is something everybody knows about then?" Blaise snickered and jumped to the side as Draco tried to kick him in the shin.
"Shut up, they're not mine!"
Blaise held up his hands in defence.
"Whatever you say, I'm not here to judge, I might have taken a curious look at them myself, only for academic purposes of course."
Draco snorted "In what context do you see yourself in need of that particular academic knowledge?"
"It could be part of me winning the bet, it seems like Weasley and Boot aren't that exclusive, and might be open to the idea of me, or maybe me and Pansy joining them for some between houses fraternisation if you know what I mean." Blaise theatre-winked, a pleased grin on his lips.
"In the name of Merlin, I did not need to hear that!" Draco covered his ears, trying to erase that particular idea from his mind.
"In that case I understand why you're scared of playing, are you sure you're not coming?" Blaise started to walk backwards toward the gathering of students in different level of intoxication, apparently trying to lure Draco with him, something that wasn't going to work. Even if Draco certainly weren't afraid of getting too much information from his classmates, he had no desire whatsoever answering anything they might wonder, nor did he want to do some stupid dare.
Apparently, neither did Theo who left the circle and headed towards the water.
"Good luck with your end of the bet." Draco dismissed Blaise and sped up his pace so he could catch up with his other roommate.
"What made you turn down the possible opportunity of snogging, I never knew you to be picky?" Draco asked, genuinely curious as to why Theo would not play the stupid game.
"I don't need to see Pansy drool over that stupid Rawenclaw, thank you. And I would probably be dared to snog a bloke, and I'm not than unpicky." Theo lightened a doxy-spliff as they strolled along the shore, away from the noise of the party.
"Not that it's anything wrong with snogging blokes, it's just not for me." He added, throwing a sideway glance at Draco who felt himself blush.
"What did Blaise tell you?" He asked stiffly, as he broke his own rule to only do drugs or drink excessively in private companies, and accepted the sweet smelling spliff.
"That he thought that you played for the other team. Why didn't you tell us? I'm sure you've told Pansy?" Theo asked, taking the spliff back and inhaling deeply.
"Because it's none of your fucking business!" Draco snapped back.
"Hey, I don't care what kind of magazines you keep under your mattress, but you don't have to be a dick about it."
"You can be a dick, stay away from my mattress." Draco retorted, but he was flooded with a relief he hadn't known he was longing for. In six days, he would be out of this shithole forever, he wouldn't have to see Potter ever again and he had three best friends who accepted him for whom he was, what could possibly go wrong?
Draco yawned. He felt extremely comfortable where he laid on a conjured blanket, watching the stars. He exhaled and saw the white smoke dance in swirling circles before it thinned out and disappeared in a misty cloud. Since he did not plan on going back to the party, he had decided that he was indeed in private company and could therefore forego just an ounce of his otherwise well-kept control. The only thing that was missing was the crisps that Theo desperately tried to summon, apparently he was too shitfaced, because no matter how hard he tried, nothing came flying their way.
"For Merlin's sake, just go get them!" Draco gave Theo a push in the direction of the glowing bonfire, which still had a small gathering of people around it. Draco couldn't make out who they were, and he couldn't care less, until he saw an unsteady figure make its way around the lake in his direction. At first, he assumed it was Theo coming back, but Theo's walk, even when drunk, was sort of twitchy and with shorter steps. This person came striding as if he was on a hike. A reflection betrayed that the person, whom Draco was fairly certain was a man, wore glasses.
Draco sat up straight, a sinking feeling in his stomach, he'd felt so contempt, why did he have to come and ruin it? A clear shot from a straight angle left him in no doubt about whom it was. The sudden sound of a zipper told him that maybe the chosen one hadn't come to torment him, maybe he hadn't noticed him at all.
'Just stay put. Make no sound and he will go back without noticing you.' one part of his brain told him. Unfortunately, a much larger part was zoomed in on the kiss/punch dilemma, and those parts worked together and made him stand up.
"Hey Potter! Go taint some other place with your disgusting manners, some of us are actually sitting here." Draco snarled, hoping the taunt would provoke a reaction.
"What?" Potter stumbled on the wet shore and accidentally put one foot in the water as he struggled with the zipper on his jeans.
"Look at you, you can't even stand straight, what's the matter with you? How come you're so pissed? What if one of your precious teachers saw you now, would you really risk losing all those points?"
Without being able to control them, his feet moved and suddenly he stood face to face with the black-haired man. The clouds shifted and revealed an almost full moon, suddenly bathing the scene in a pale light. Potter looked pale and flushed at the same time, his dark hair, if possible, even messier than usual.
"Shut up, I don't care about points, it's all going to end soon anyway."
It sounded as if he was talking about the end of the world, but Draco assumed he meant school.
"Yeah, thank Merlin for that, then I don't have to look at your ugly face every day." Draco was no stranger to lies, but even to himself he had to admit that this was a strong one.
"Well, I think the only thing I'm not going to miss is you staring at me whenever I see you." Potter raised his eyebrows in a challenging look, his glasses slightly askew.
"I don't stare at you! You're just obsessed with thinking that everybody is obsessed with you!" Draco shouted, taking one more step forward now standing so close to Potter that he could see that he had a few freckles on the base of his nose.
The wanting to kiss him side had never been stronger and Draco had never felt less in control of it. Damn doxy-weed, this was why he didn't get intoxicated whilst in the risk of meeting people other than his friends.
"The only person seemingly obsessed with me is you."
Potter smiled a crooked grin, irritatingly calm and apparently amused by the situation. He still had his foot in the water.
'He's absolutely shitfaced, he won't remember this tomorrow.' Draco thought as he leaned closer, feeling as if his skin was on fire. In the last second, he stopped himself from doing the stupidest thing in his life, including trying to kill Dumbledore. Instead he gave in to his other desire and raised his fist to punch that smirk off Potter's stupid face. But a combination of his not so sober coordination, the darkness and the slippery stones on the shore made him miss his target with half an inch, his clenched fist scraping Potters cheek and lunging forward past his ear, causing both of them loose their balance and tumble into the cold water.
Draco emerged, spluttering and coughing, wishing he had never agreed to come to this stupid party in the first place.
"What the fuck Malfoy." Potter groaned, and aimed a kick toward him, but the water blunted the force and even if he hit Draco in the side, it didn't do much damage. As Potter fought to get to his feet, his body froze, eyes on the bonfire. Draco followed his gaze and saw the students still left scatter and run in different directions. Somewhere between the fire and the castle several figures with lit wands moved as Professor McGonagall's magically enhanced voice echoed around the grounds.
"All students stay put exactly where you are! This is a very severe violation of school rules and you will all know the consequences!"
"Oh fuck, I can't get caught like this, I'm on bloody probation!" Draco hissed, panic rising in his chest.
"Stand still then, and don't try to punch me again you stupid moron." Potter whispered and took a careful step toward him; standing so close they were almost touching.
"What on earth are you doing?" Draco asked, but he didn't dare to move.
A giant light spread across the lawn, lightening up the grounds and revealing the fleeing teenagers. The Gryffindor fumbled with something in his pocket and Draco started to think it was some sort of trap, then he produced a silvery, flimsy fabric. Potter's invisibility cloak. With a clumsy movement he threw the cloak around them both, forcing them closer together. Draco almost slipped where they stood, knee-deep in the black water, now invisible to anyone but each other. Potter grabbed his upper arms, holding him steady to keep them both under the cloak as the light reached them.
They were too close. Every point of contact between them seemed to burn Draco's skin like a stinging hex. Potter's palms against his arms, his knee touching Draco's. Their hips were merely an inch from each other and even though they were both cold from their wet clothes, it felt like the heat from their bodies radiated from them and mixed in some energetic tension. Even through the smell of the lake water, alcohol fumes and faint smoke, Draco could smell what must be Potter's own scent, and it made him slightly light headed. To his great mortification he felt his blood leaving his brain (where it was very much needed) to a more southern region of his body. Discretely he tried to back away to increase the space between them, this had the opposite effect as Potter moved his hands from his arms to his back, pressing their bodies together in an embrace.
"Stand still." He mimed as he fixed his gaze upon Draco's.
"Revelio." Professor Flitwick's voice was right behind Draco and he could understand why he needed to be still, but his panic was raising in the same pace as his raging boner. The look of surprise in Potter's eyes let on that he could indeed feel Draco's yearning.
"I…" He needed to say something, to explain, to justify, to blame it on something else. But Potter clamped his hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him. All he could do now was stare back at Potter, and to his surprise the other boy didn't look appalled or freaked out. He just looked at Draco with a questioning look in his eyes, a small crease between his brows, as if he contemplated what this meant. It felt like an hour but couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes before Draco heard Flitwick's footsteps move away from them. Potter's eyes were dark even in the bright light from the spell, his gaze felt like a piercing hex, and Draco wanted to sink through the earth but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Slowly, as if he was afraid that Draco was going to start shouting, Potter moved his hand from his mouth, and in doing so he let his thumb brush against Draco's bottom lip in a way that were in no way accidental. Draco reacted automatically with a sharp gasp and his hips seemed to be out of his control, because they pressed closer against Potter's body, which unexpectantly evoked a low moan deep in the other man's throat. Draco's eyes widened, what was happening right now? Wasn't this the thing he had hoped for all year, maybe even longer, even though he had tried, and fatally failed, to supress it? Potter's hand was still cradling his cheek, the other hand on his lower back. Their noses were almost touching, they were so close
Draco tossed everything called control, self-preservation and regard for consequences aside and closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against his sworn enemy's'. Potter immediately responded, returning the kiss with such force Draco was sure he must be dreaming. But it didn't matter, nothing mattered right now. He even forgot he was cold, wet and supposedly in hiding. The only thing he could think of was Potter's scorching lips on top of his own, his hands pressing him closer.
Too soon yet an eternity later they broke apart, both boys blushing and not sure what to do next. Draco looked around the deserted grounds.
"I think the coast is clear."
"What?"
Seriously, how had this stupid prick been able to hide from Voldemort for an entire year? He couldn't even remember where he was. Draco slipped out from under the cloak and waded ashore. Potter didn't move, a surreal feeling that he wasn't there hit Draco, that the last half hour or so hadn't happened at all but had just been a drug infused hallucination.
"Are you going to stay there and let the giant squid eat you? Fine by me." Draco said to the seemingly empty lake, hoping for his dear life for an answer. The surface didn't move. Draco forced himself to shrug and turn his back on the water.
"Wait, Malfoy!"
Thank you, sweet Merlin. Draco stopped but he didn't look back. He could hear splashing as Potter emerged from the water and then felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What… You…I don't." Potter spoke incoherent. Draco turned to look at him.
"You're drunk and you're stoned and you need to go to bed."
He started walking in the direction of the castle and Potter stumbled after.
"But. Wait. I need. I'm going to…" A cold hand found Draco's and pulled him back. Before he knew it, Potter's lips came crashing down on his own once more and Draco couldn't help himself, but tangled his hands in his hair and bit his bottom lip hard. Potter moaned and slid his hands under the hem of Draco's shirt, touching the lower half of his back. Draco shivered, and was painfully reminded of their wet and cooled state border lining on hypothermia.
"We need to get back inside." He mumbled, but was effectively silenced by Potter's hot breath on his earlobe. It was amazing, better than anything Draco could have dreamt of. Potter's hands where everywhere, tugging at his clothes, caressing his chest, squeezing his ass. Until suddenly they were gone.
Draco opened his eyes to see Potter stumble away from him. Had he finally sobered up and realized what they were doing? Was he appalled? Regretful? Confused about his sexuality?
Even in the dim light he could see that Potter's face was ashen, on the verge of green.
"Sorry. Not feeling well. Going to sit down." Potter mumbled before he emptied the contents of his stomach on the ground.
The opposite of sobering up then. Draco let out a deep sigh and turned away.
What was he playing at, letting his instincts take over like this? He knew better, he was a Malfoy for heaven's sake! He waited for Potter to stop retching before he turned back to the, at the moment, not so golden boy.
"Come on then teen-rebel, let's get you to bed." Unsure of why he didn't just leave the pretty asshat to his own fate, he grabbed Potters' arm and helped him to his feet before they started walking towards the castle.
"How come you became this sloshed tonight Potter?" Draco asked, keeping his hand on Potters' arm to hold him steady as they walked across the dark grounds.
"I don't want to leave." Came the unexpected reply.
"Why?" Draco was curious, he thought that the world was an oyster for someone like Potter, he had money, connections, the world adored him after his defeating of Voldemort, he could literally do whatever he wanted and there would always be people cheering him on.
"I don't know what to do now. I've never had a real life outside of Hogwarts. Apparently, I can't even party properly." He answered bitterly. Draco let out a low laugh.
"Oh, some people would say that you partied thoroughly."
"Shut up." Potter answered grumpily, but not unfriendly. Draco did not comply, instead he continued his questioning of the intoxicated Gryffindor.
"But what do you want do, there must be something?"
"I don't know! I want to go into auror-training, but I don't want everybody to stare at me and judge me and wonder how I could defeat Voldemort when I'm not perfect at I don't know… stealthjinxes. I want to play quidditch, but I don't want a team to take me on just because of my name. Maybe I just want to go out for a fuckin' cup of coffee without getting free cake showed in my face and a trillion thanks for saving the world. Which I didn't, I might have killed Voldemort but a lot of other people fought in that war, and they died!"
Draco was completely taken aback by this rant. He hadn't expected Potter to give him such an honest and raw answer, even in his uncontrolled state. But wasn't that typically Gryffindor. He also hadn't expected Potter to be so uncomfortable in the spotlight. He had no answer to all this unexpected information. Part of him wanted to comfort Potter, but a bigger part of him, now almost completely sobered up by the involuntary bath and chilly night air, knew he had already done too many mistakes tonight. Instead he opened the heavy door that led to a deserted corridor on the first floor. They walked in silence all the way up the stairs until they reached the ugly portrait that Draco knew was the passage to the Gryffindor common room, even if he had never been inside. Potter had yawned all the way there, and now looked about ready to drop to the floor at any moment.
"Make sure to dry off before you fall asleep, you idiot."
"What?" For fuck's sake, if Draco had a galleon for every time Potter had said 'what' tonight he could probably have bought the latest Firebolt. Potter looked around and seemed to realize where they were.
"You…walked me home?" He asked, confused. Draco blushed as he realized that was exactly what he had done.
"Don't be stupid, I just made sure you didn't get caught since you probably would have ratted me out." He answered coldly. A small smile showed in Potters' tired face.
"Right, that's why."
"Oh sod off." Was Draco's good bye as he turned on his heel and hurried down the corridor. Attraction was one thing, kissing someone in the heat of the moment was another, but to act as if he cared about someone, that someone being someone that he hated, that was a completely different story. He was utterly and completely screwed.
