Chapter 9 Adventures with Firewhiskey

Harry returned to his dormitory later that evening feeling absolutely exhausted. After his blundering with Headmistress McGonagall in Transfiguration, his day had only managed to get more stressful. Ginny's new boyfreind, Jace, had approached him earlier, asking for Quidditch advice. The boy explained that Ginny was going to return to the role of seeker for the Gryffindor team and that he had found a place on the team as a beater. Harry had placated him with a few sage words, then made up some excuse to leave. It wasn't that Harry hated, or even disliked Jace, and he found he didn't even really mind that he was dating Ginny. Harry simply didn't care to sit about and talk Quidditch with some kid he didn't even really know. To his annoyance, since the end of the war it seemed people approached him more, if that were even possible.

When would people finally realize he was just a person, like anybody else. Still Harry was thankful the boy had just wanted to talk Quidditch. Some of the other students, the younger ones especially, were just awful. They'd follow him about between classes hoping to here a tale or two, first hand, about the war. He loathed these questions the most. In fact, later at dinner that evening, a pair of 3rd years had been pestering him again. He'd eaten as quickly as possible then excused himself from the table.

Now here he was finally, ready to relax; well as much as he could with Draco moping again. He did a double take. Where was Draco, anyway. A loud crash in the far corner of the room grabbed his attention. It was unusually dark, so Harry could only just barely make out the shadowy form, which was inexplicably groping at the floor.

" 'Arry." Draco called gleefully to him, looking up from whatever mess he was trying to clean off the floor. Yup, I've fallen into bizarro world, a perplexed Harry thought. That is the only concievable reason why Draco would be so excited to see me.

"Harry, c'mon, you've gotta shee this." Draco slurred the last bit at him. Harry narrowed his eyes and moved closer to where the queer-acting boy was seated. Draco started giggling and grabbed a quill from the shattered mess that Harry now saw was a menagerie of spilt ink, extra quills and bits of parchment.

"Incedium!" Draco shouted pointing his wand at the quill he held out. The quill burst into flames with a small poof and disappeared quickly into ash. Draco erupted now into a fit of uncontolled gufaws. Harry just stood there, looking very confused down at the pale blond head on the ground in front of him.

"Draco?" He said, his eyes looking questioningly into glassy pools of grey as he crouched down to the floor to meet him. "Are you, uh, okay?" He was now level with Draco, looking at him face to face. It was then that he caught the warm, spicy scent coming from Draco's soft warm mouth. "Are you drunk?" Harry leered at him now, indignation heavy in his voice.

"Don't be mad Potter," Draco retorted, his sly smile spreading into a slow grin. "I saved you some." He said, brandishing the half empty bottle of Firewhiskey.

Harry hesitated, only for a second though, his hand reaching out almost immediately to grasp the sweet promise of oblivion Draco was offering. Draco started giggling again as Harry took a long swig from the bottle. His face lit up in surprise, temporarily overpowered by the pungency of the beverage. He took a deep breath then raised the bottle to his lips again. Draco had stopped giggling and was watching him now with heavy-lidded eyes. He continued taking rough sips from the bottle, stopping for a minute here and there to pass the bottle to Draco for a few quick sips and to recover from the potent flavor. Draco was silent during their interaction, which would have made Harry uneasy if it weren't for the fact that he was rapidly ceasing to care about any of it. Draco finally spoke after Harry had finished most of the bottle.

"Feeling much better now?" He asked his eyes still weighing heavily on Harry.

It was Harry's turn now to burst into laughter. "Really, mush, mush better." He slurred back at Draco. H-How did you know thish was jus' what I needed. How did you know?" He started laughing again.

"What can I shay, I'm jus' a genious, you know." Draco replied, straightening his spine as he looked at Harry with a flirtatious smirk.

"You know," Harry said placing his hand on Draco's shoulder. "You're really not the lousy prat I always thought you were. Shometimesh you can be a really good guy."

"There's a lot you don't know about me yet." Draco teased. He wasn't sure what was happeneing, and was even less sure he cared. One minute he had been drowning his sorrows in a bottle of Firewhiskey he'd smuggled from his family estate, the next he was sitting here with Harry Potter, completely smashed and feeling really, really horny. A part of him was telling him to back off, be careful; but his head was swimming and he was sitting here, with Harry Potter, who was looking ever so delectable. He leaned in a little closer, delighting in the warmth of Harry's hand on him.

Harry's breath had quickened and his heart was racing slightly. He wasn't sure why this proximity to Draco was making him so anxious. But he had to admit he was rather enjoying himself, sitting here with someone he had once called his enemy, warm and dizzy from the spirits they'd shared. Draco was close to him now, he could feel the blonde's breath hot on his cheek. He looked into Draco's eyes, the vivid green of his irises probing the cool grey ones searchingly.

In a flash their mouths were melded, both kissing with so much passion that it was impossible to tell who had initiated the kiss. Draco drew in deeper into the kiss, feeling a rise of tension blooming in his pants.

Abruptly Harry pulled away, pushing Draco from him. Draco recoiled like a wounded animal, hurt obvious in his eyes. Harry's held a bewildered expression as he moved to stop Draco from his retreat.
"Draco, wait. I didn't mean- it's just that- - I mean, I never, " Harry stammered struggling to put words to his feelings. "It's just that, if you're gay, that's cool, I'm just not." he continued uncomfortably, blushing furiously and staring down at the ground. But it was obvious the damage had been done.

"I don't need your approval Potter." Draco spat out, his face hardening into a cold sneer. He scrambled to his feet and bolted from the suite, slamming the door behind him.

Harry stared after him, still heavily inebriated, more confused than ever.

Seriously, what the hell just happened. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE.


Draco ran through the hallways blindly, tears stinging hotly down his face. He didn't care who saw or even if they knew he was drunk. What was I thinking! Of course Potter isn't gay. How could I have let it go so far. He probably HATES me now. Great. This is JUST. GREAT. I'm sure it won't be long now before everyone knows I'm gay. His inner tirade was interrupted by the realization that he had stopped. He hadn't really thought about where he was going, only that he wanted to get away. He looked up now to see where his feet had taken him.

It was Professor Albatross's office.

He considered heading further down the hall to one of his secret spots, but the sound of the opening door stopped him before he could act on it.

"Mr. Malfoy." Professor Albatross stated inquisitively. "To what do I own the pleasure?" He said now taking in the boys disheveled appearance. "Are you alright? Why don't you come in and I'll fix you some tea." Draco hoped the young professor didn't notice him stumble slightly as he made his way to burgundy velvet loveseat.

"How do you take it?" The professors voice called from another part of the office.

"Huh?" Draco asked, dazed.

"You're tea," He said, floating back to where Draco was seated, tea tray in hand, the slightest smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, um, with 2 lumps of sugar please." Draco said sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that he still took his tea that way.

"So are you going to tell me what happened?" his teacher asked, handing him the tea.

"I just, uhmmm," He paused, his cheeks flushing deep scarlet. He thought he heard his professor breathe in sharply as he sat next to him on the loveseat. Draco looked up. Professor Albatross's eyes were thrumming with life again, burning with intensity. He felt the atmosphere shifting again, in what was becoming a familiar pattern.

"Draco." He murmured softly, "You can trust me." His eyes locked onto Draco's with a hypnotic gaze. Draco was immersed in studying the tall man's features. His eyes traced the smooth, creamy skin that flawlessly stretched across the professor's hard body, soaking in every detail. The Firewhiskey was still running hot through his body, making it diffcult for him not to return to his previous state of arousal. He wanted to look away, to collect himself and go cool down somewhere, but he felt compelled to stay.

He parted his lips to speak again but he was met instead with a new sensation. The professor had closed the distance between them and now pushed his mouth hungrily against Draco's supple lips, but instead of the hot, velvety kiss it had been with Harry not long ago, it was cool and firm. The powerful mouth continued its assault on Draco, crushing every bit of resolve he previously had to leave. Albatross's tongue slid expertly into Draco's demading mouth. Draco's whole body felt like it was on fire, an extra heat mounting and spreading like slow honey across his thighs. The kiss broke as Albatross continued down to his neck, slowly sucking and kissing the soft flesh. Draco moaned in pleasure, finding he was now fully erect. The feel of the professor's hands delibrately moving over the mound of his erection distracted him from the sudden sting he felt at his neck. All at once the intoxication caused by the Firewhiskey, or perhaps it was something else, was causing him to feel dizzy all over. He swooned, enraptured by the feeling. The stinging at his neck persisted, but the feeling had faded into a tender ache that was making him light-headed. While he reveled in the feel of it, a pair of emerald green eyes broke into his thoughts. Harry.

Suddenly the feeling broke and Draco saw some color return to the world.

He stared punch-drunk at the professor, eyes still glazed over in a trance-like state.

"Off to bed you go. It's time you go sleep off your buzz." The words appeared to snap Draco out of his trance. He looked around. Why were they standing now? He looked down at his tea which appeared to have gone cold. The teacher just winked at him and sent him out the door. Man, I must really be drunk, he considered citing his strange blackout. I don't even remember what we talked about. Merlin, I hope I didn't just gush about how I'm gay and no one understands me. Please, please I hope not. Not that.Draco headed straight for his bed, ignoring Harry's absence, and fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.