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Harry sat up late into the night, thinking. He didn't want to believe that James had old Lil, but that was the only explanation he could come up with. He knew he should be angry at his dad for telling her, but when he thought of him, Harry felt an intense sadness at being betrayed instead of anger. He had known for years that his parents were drifting apart, had known that they'd end up in up in divorce, probably before they knew it themselves. He had hoped, though, that he would live with James, who understood him, who treated him as an adult who could make his own choices.

Sighing, he got up and went to his chest. He pulled out the invisibility cloak and Marauders Map, both of which were given to him by James without Lily knowing just before his first year. James had told him an extravagant story about how Filch had confiscated the map and they had stolen it back just so that they could pass it on to a new generation of students for the sake of mischief.

Harry had always thought that somebody should write a book on all the adventures that the three had. He had always envied James for his lack of fear for getting caught, he had always wished that he had that kind of recklessness. He saw it in other people, too. Fred and George Weasley, with their constant trouble-making; Bill and Charlie Weasley, they had dangerous jobs where they were in constant danger from curses and dragons; the one that was most like James, though, was Sirius, who was practically James' other half when it came to their "crimes".

Harry knew that the teachers though of him as a clone of James, that they had everything in common. If he listened to Snape, he was closer then a clone; it was more like James had reduced his age, came back to Hogwarts, and provided daily torture to the hated Potions Master. Snape made a point of mentioning that Harry had the same traits as James: a disregard for the rules, never worrying about the consequences of his actions, and disrespect for figures of authority.

Harry stood u and left the Gryffindor tower. He pulled on the cloak and whispered "I solemnly sweat that I'm up to no good." Slowly, lines showed up on the parchment until all of Hogwarts appeared.

Keeping an eye on the map to make sure no teachers found him, he made his way to the Room of Requirement. Once the door appeared, he went in and took the cloak off. A four poster bed sat in the corner of the room, there was a large fireplace with a plush black couch in front of it, a small table was next to the couch that had a small stack of books on top of it, and a large cabinet that held different kinds of alcohol.

He went to pour himself a fire whiskey. He knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do since he had classes the next day, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, and he could take a hangover potion in the morning. Sitting down on the couch, glass in hand, he picked up a book and began to read. An hour and four glasses of fire whiskey later found Harry staring, depressed, into the fire, the book long forgotten.

He jumped when the door creaked open. Turning to look, he saw Draco walk in slowly. The blonde wore black dress pants that hung low on his hips and a silver silk button-up shirt that was nearly see through. When his silvery-blue eyes meet Harry's, he smiled.

"Looks like Perfect Potter isn't so perfect," he said teasingly, eyes the glass in Harry's hand.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his voice slurred.

"I was bored and decided to have a bit of fun." He walked to the couch and sat down next to Harry, so close that their legs touch. His eyes never left Harry's. His voice lowered as he asked, "Do you want to join me?"
A shiver ran through Harry. Alcohol clouding his mind, he nodded without a second though. Draco's smile widened and he leaned in and kissed Harry lightly on the lips. When Draco's tongue ran over his lips, Harry opened them willingly and the kiss quickly became more passionate as they fought for dominance.

As Draco's hands ran through his hair, pulling him closer, Harry's hands worked on unbuttoning Draco shirt. As soon as the last button was free, Harry pushed the shirt off of him. Draco pulled away and pulled Harry's shirt over his head, and then attacked is neck, kissing and nipping at it, causing Harry to moan.

With a smirk, Draco trailed the kisses down Harry's chest and then ran a tongue around his nipple.

"Malfoy…" Harry's voice was hoarse.

"Call me Draco."

"Draco," he said hesitantly, "I've never…"

"I know you haven't, you practically radiate innocence."

Harry blushed, causing Draco to laugh. "Just trust me." He murmured something and the rest of their clothes came off.

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Harry woke early the next morning, his head pounding. Opening his eyes, he quickly shut them again when light assaulted them. He lay there for a few moments, willing the throbbing in his head to go away.

He heard a sigh come from beside him and, ignoring the light, looked. Seeing Draco there with only a thin white sheet covering him, caused Harry to tense. What the hell happened last night? he asked himself before crawling out of the bed, taking the blanket with him so he could stay covered.

He found a hangover potion in the alcohol cabinet. Downing it in one swallow, he grimaced at the taste. A laugh came from the bed and Harry saw that Draco was awake and watching him with amusement. Harry glared at him.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"I thought I told you to call me Draco."

"When? I don't remember."

"Last night." He stood up, not bothering to take the sheet with him, and came to stand next to Harry. He rummaged through the cabinet until he found a vial and handed it to Harry. "This will bring it all back."

"What if I don't want to bring it all back?"

"And not remember your first time?"

"Slowly, Harry took the vial and drank the contents. Unlike the first potion, this one tasted sweet. Immediately, images flooded his mind. Each image caused Harry's face to turn redder than the one before. After the last image faded, Harry couldn't look at Draco, who gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look into his eyes. Emotions ran across Harry's face, anger at having been taken advantage of, denial that it was Draco who was his first, and amazement that it had been so wonderful.

Draco gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry for how badly I treated you in the past, Harry. You don't know what I'd give to have things change. I've admired you since we first meet. You didn't hesitate to defend your friends. I had never meet anyone like you. Everyone I knew put themselves before others, and you didn't.

"I wish you would give me a chance to prove that I've changed. Please, give me a chance."

A picture of James flashed through Harry's mind. Messy black hair falling into dark brown eyes, the perfect smile that could make even the toughest person melt, and his muscled body. Harry quickly pushed the image away, though. Even if he had a chance with James, which he didn't, it was ruined because of his mother.

Harry hesitated before nodding, James had taught him to always give someone a second chance, no matter what they had done in the past. "Alright."

Draco's eyes brightened and he kissed Harry quickly on the lips. "You won't regret it, Harry. Now we better get dressed and get going. None of the Slytherins know I'm gone and I'm assuming the Gryffindors don't know you're gone either.

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James mumbled to himself as he and Sirius lifted the living room couch and carried it to Lily's fathers truck, which was waiting in the driveway. Remus, who got off lucky, carried light boxes of her things to the truck.

"Why doesn't she let us use magic?" Sirius complained.

"It's lily," James answered.

"Oh, right. Enough said." He sent a glare to Remus. "he's lucky she likes him."

"Yeah."
"Are we moving Harry's things today, too?" Sirius asked as he put the couch onto the truck.

"No, I convinced her to let his stuff stay until he can help with it. She'd want to help us and I doubt he wants her going through his stuff."

Sirius nodded in understanding. "I still don't see why you won't let him decide who he gets to stay with."

James looked at him in exasperation. "It'll be better for him this way. She makes a better parent figure, and we both know I don't have the best self-control."

"We both also know that you wouldn't do anything to hurt Harry. And if you ask me, he'd prefer to stay with you."

James just sighed and went back into the house, watching from the window in Harry's room as Lily climbed into the truck and drove away to her parents house, where she had decided to stay until she found her own place.

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I'm so so so so sorry that it took so long for me to update. Everytime I went to work on this chapter, something kept popping up, forcing me to abandon it. When I finally did get it written, I forgot to save it to my CD so that I could load it to a computer that has internet, so that put it off for another week or so. About the Harry being with Draco, DON'T PANIC! Harry will be with James, but Draco will be important to the story. I'll try to update quicker this time, but I can't make any promises. School started back, so I hopefully will be able to, since I write when I'm bored and never pay attention in class...maybe that's why I failed math. Oh, well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I know Harry isn't the type to get drunk and shag someone, but I enjoyed writting that part. If you want to influence me to take my Reflection notebook to school to write on it, then REVIEW!