A/N; Okay well this was a really hard chapter to write. I'm not quite sure why lol but it just didn't seem to want to be written. Oh well. Here it is. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for the reviews everyone!

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"Well, this is home," Jeremy announced as he pushed the front door to his house open. "Nice," Draco slurred drunkenly. He stumbled in after Jeremy.

Draco had no idea how they had gotten here. The last thing he could remember was sitting at the bar thinking about Harry.

Jeremy took advantage of Draco's disorientation and shoved him against a wall where he quickly latched his mouth onto Draco's neck and used his teeth and tongue in attempt to leave a mark.

He would love to have the gorgeous drunk man who was currently pressed against him carry a mark on his neck. The mere thought of that have him a hard on and looking up at Draco, who had his head thrown back and eyes closed, prompted him to grind against the other's thigh.

Draco, on the other hand, had his eyes closed desperately wishing it was Harry he was with.

Harry who was leaving him a hickey, Harry who was urgently rubbing against his thigh, trying to sooth his erection.

By this time, Jeremy was quite satisfied with the mark on Draco's neck and had moved up to try to kiss his lips. At this, Draco turned his head in refusal.

He couldn't kiss him. That would make this situation real.

Apparently, that had upset the other man because he grabbed Draco's hair roughly and tried to force their mouths together. Jeremy needed to feel his lips against the blonde's.

Draco spluttered and tried to shove him away. Jeremy wouldn't have it and, being the more sober of the two, pulled Draco to him again.

This time, starting to panic, Draco put much more force behind the shove and the Jeremy ended up on the ground. Having the advantage now, Draco took this as a time to make his retreat and headed towards the door.

The jolt of falling seemed to being sense back into Jeremy and he looked shocked.

"Draco, I'm really sorry. I guess I got carried away. Please don't leave. I promise it won't happen again." He pleaded.

Draco sneered from the doorway and just before he slammed it with as much force as he could muster, sneered "Damn right it won't."

Jeremy slumped against the ground, incredibly upset and aroused. "So close to having him," he muttered to himself before heading to the bathroom to take care of his problem alone.

Outside, Draco was cursing himself for being inebriated. He had no idea where he was and even less of an idea on how to get back to Hogwarts. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and took a deep breath.

He knew he must be in Hogsmeade because they hadn't apparated (well, not that he could remember at least), and there were no neighboring towns to go to. It was just that he had never realized exactly how big Hogsmeade was. The students never ventured into the housing district because there was no reason.

He only ever went to the shops and other attractions of the village.

Draco looked around, feeling quite helpless in this situation, and took off in a random direction, hoping for luck.

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In the hospital Wing, there was a flurry of activity. Lucius had been found by one of the house elves and brought there – or so Madame Pomfrey had been told – and the staff attending had little idea of how to handle the situation.

It was unanimously decided that he would be healed, but how to sedate him when he awoke was a whole other issue.

Pomfrey had made light to the awkward circumstances when Severus had suggested a simple knock out curse to hold him there until they had further information.

They didn't know how he had been hurt, so putting him under another potentially harmful curse now could result in him going into a coma.

Dumbledore, knowing that Lucius was, in fact, on the side of the light, was extremely reluctant to do anything save heal him. He couldn't tell this to the staff, specifically Severus, because the whole thing would be compromised.

Taking this into consideration, the headmaster asked the rest of the staff to leave the room. He had to talk to the nurse. "Poppy, I am about to tell you something in the strictest of confidences, do you understand me?" he asked once the room had been cleared.

She nodded, curious beyond anything else. "Yes sir."

"Mr. Malfoy and his son are on our side of this war. When Malfoy Sr. wakes, I wish to speak with him alone about their incident. He will not be sedated."

Poppy nodded again, this time slower, her eyes wide.

"Speaking of which," Dumbledore continued, "when do you expect him to wake?" The nurse cleared her throat still trying to take in the new information. "Well, judging by his injuries, anytime in the next hour. They were bad, but not too serious."

Dumbledore nodded and took a minute to think. With a snap of his fingers, a house elf appeared. "Middy, will you please retrieve Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin dorms and tell him his father is here and I wish to speak with them both?" Middy nodded eagerly at being given such an important task and promptly disappeared with a snap of her fingers.

Dumbledore wandlessly conjured a chair and sank into it, linking his fingers over his stomach. "I suppose there's nothing to do now, but wait." He said with a sigh.

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Unfortunately, Draco was not in his dorms. He was, however, outside the castle gates. Turned out, he had walked the right direction and he thought, "thank god," to himself. He had found the shops and from there, it was simple, if not long, to get back to Hogwarts.

It had taken an hour and a bit, but here he was.

Assuming everyone was asleep – and being drunk… - he entered the castle, not taking care to be quiet.

Just as he started down the first set of stairs to take him to the dungeons, he started to fall. And kept falling.

After crashing into the floor at the bottom and trying to regain any dignity he had left, he heard a noise and looked up. There was Snape.

Draco instantly felt that tiny shred of dignity he had somehow held onto disappear. Looking back up at Snape, Draco gave a pleading, desperate look. Begging with his eyes to not tell anyone what was happening.

Snape sighed and looked to the ceiling as is asking for help.

"Draco," he started, "have you been drinking?"

The aforementioned student stood up, taking great care to not fall down again. "Perhaps." He said in an extremely decisive tone.

The kind of tone you would use for 'yes' or 'no'. Not with 'perhaps.'

Snape rolled his eyes again. "Alright well, -perhaps- you father is currently in the infirmary with Albus and Pomfrey waiting to speak with you. –Perhaps- your father is injured." Draco was immediately worried, knowing, even through the haze the alcohol had put on him, that this probably had to do with the information about Harry he had shared with him earlier that night.

The two Death Eaters rushed up to the Hospital Wing. If you could call stopping on every staircase to catch Draco, rushing.

When they finally got to the doors, Draco pushed in, not quite realizing that he reeked of alcohol, and saw his father sitting on a hospital bed speaking with his Headmaster.

"Ah Draco, there you are. We looked all over for you. In fact, we got quite worried." Dumbledore said sternly as Snape pushed him closer to the two, trying to get across that he was drunk and thus, unable to hold an intelligent conversation.

Lucius caught on first, knowing his own son better than Dumbledore knew him. "We have some bad news. Do you wish to hear it now or when you are more composed." At this last, he glared at his son. He didn't mind the fact that was drank. He was, after all, of age. But how improper for a Malfoy to be drunk in public.

"I want to know now Dad. It's about Harry isn't it?" He said, almost delirious with worry.

"I'm afraid so Draco. I couldn't shield my mind sufficiently. I shouldn't have gone. The Dark Lord knows he's your mate and also that he's a vampire." Lucius informed the room, regrettably.

Hearing this, Draco sunk to his knees and hugged them. He didn't cry, not yet. Just sat in shock of the news he was sure would have to be told to him again tomorrow.

Through all this, Harry slept comfortably in bed.