Weakness Vs Fort
"It is 3 hours past curfew, Potter. What have you got to say about yourself?"
He chuckled. "Hi."
"Dear lord, are you drunk or something?"
"Something," he said, laughing. "Actually," he said, holding a finger up, "drunk," he said before laughing again.
"You will be expelled for intoxication, Potter."
Potter snorted a laugh before touching Malfoy's chest with a finger, shaking his head. "No I won't."
Malfoy's brow rose.
"I'm The Boy Who Lived!" Harry sang cheerfully, waving his hands in the air.
"I see that," Malfoy said, the hilarity of the situation overruled by amusement. The Boy Who Lived to Kill Himself.
"Ron probably pissed his pants when he didn't see me… Do you think Dumby's mad?" Harry asked, looking as serious as possible while being drunk at the same time.
"Yes." Dumby – good one.
"No, no, no, no, no…" Harry looked up as he thought about what he was talking about in the first place. "No. Oh. Crazy-mad. No. I meant mad-mad. Like… Professor Snape!" Harry said before giggling.
How disturbing, Malfoy thought at the sound of the giggle.
Harry put his hands on Malfoy's shoulder.
"Unhand me, Potter. We're going to Professor Dumbledore."
Harry put one hand on Malfoy's cheek and shook his head. "No we're not."
Malfoy removed Harry's hand. "Yes we are."
"Trust me, we're not."
"Why should I?"
"Because… I'm going to pass out," Harry finally slurred before thumping onto Malfoy, who grabbed him and recalled all the four-letter-and-not curses. His head lifted out as his eyes fluttered open. "Malfoy… don't leave me…" he whispered before completely passing out.
A long stream of curses slipped between Malfoy's gritted teeth as he adjusted to the weight and found a way to carry-drag it around. "You're fried Weasel when I find you, mudblood-loving incompetent son of a sod. They gave you one assignment – one assignment – since they turned you into a prefect, the worst in Hogwarts' history, and you managed to screw that up too." The growls and hisses followed him through the corridors.