A/N: Had no idea how I was going to continue with this honestly

But I had a go, so read and review

Bold Italics mean translations

"Harry," Ron asked, "I'm going to try this in the nicest way possible. Why in the name of Merlin's beard are you requesting the room for heavy liquor and plastic bags?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to get pissed drunk, then suffocate myself."

"Oh how lovely."

"Ron," Blaise cut in, "if you don't mind, we should get back to the game."

"Alright alright, Hermione, it's your turn."

"No more 'I never' ones about arousing Draco related thoughts." Harry sculled his spare drink and poured himself another.

"Oh but it's so much fun watching you when you blush," Pansy said, ducking the flying pillow courteously of Harry, "I've yet to see Draco embarrassed as well."

Draco turned to Harry, "Do you have any spare plastic bags I can use?"

"Sure help yourself."

"Boys, play nice," Hermione chimed, "I never performed head whilst hidden in a public place."

Every head in the room turned to Seamus. "Oh, you are just evil Hermione."

"I play to win Seamus. You too Blaise, drink up."

The couple chuckled and drank their shots. "You just should try it; it's more fun when there's a chance of you being caught."

"Yeah, but it's not so fun when you actually get caught by a certain greasy professor."

"Holy Merlin," Crabbe gaped, "you got caught?"

Seamus grinned, "I would never forget the look on his face when he pulled back the chair."

"That is disgusting," Ginny said, "Oh and Goyle, if Millicent's recounts are correct, you need to drink yours as well."

"I'm going to throw up." Ron said, "That's disturbing."

"Here," Harry said, "use this." He offered a black plastic bag. Ron accepted. Draco snatched one with haste.

"Is anyone else going to drink?" Dean asked, "How about you Harry?" he added with a wink.

"You hypocrite, I know what you did to Parvati."

"Touché"

"My turn," Draco continued, "I never touched a girl's ass."

"Are you serious Draco Abraxas Malfoy?" Harry asked in amazement, "Never?"

Everyone in the room drank to that, with Ron gaping at Hermione. "Oh grow up Ron," she giggled, "it was at the Gryffindor 'I-Survived-The-First-Week-Back' party."

"Yea, but still..." Ron trailed off, "Neville? What about you?"

"Mine was at the Gryffindor 'I-Survived-The-First-Day-Back' party."

"Salazar," Theo asked, "How many parties do you Gryffindors have over pointless occasions?"

"Well," Ginny said, "there's the 'I-Survived-The-First-Day-Back', the 'I-Survived-The-First-Week-Back,', the 'I-Survived-The-First-Month-Back', the Christmas Eve party, the Boxing Day party, the New Year's party, the 'I-Survived-The-Christmas-Holidays' party, the End of Year party and the 'I-Need-A-Break-From-Exam-Revising' party."

"How do you sleep at night?" Blaise asked Seamus accusingly.

"Passed out from copious amounts of alcohol, and most likely naked."

Two hours later

"Me sthiks mhat ee 's thrdunk." Ron mumbled. I think that I'm drunk

"See what happens when you do too much shit when you're supposed to be studying?" Hermione lectured

"'s if mu cloulmd bawlk. Me hvnot mblentioned envrything." As if you could talk. We haven't mentioned anything

"Vloodie Pferlin Vron! Youse swoo thrunk." Blaise slurred. Bloody Merlin Ron! You're too drunk.

"Spleak fer verself!" Draco said swaying were he sat. Speak for yourself

"Are your Gryffindor parties like this?" Pansy asked Hermione and Ginny, who both nodded and grimaced

"Vesre vreom ve brloo thwat!" Harry declared. This room is too hot

"Merlin, we should've gone with Truth or Dare instead of I never," Goyle wondered aloud, "Some of us are still sober."

"See," Neville said, feeling a bit tipsy, "it's because we started doing the gay-related I nevers..."

"There's still our promise that we said we'll fulfil." Hermione recalled

"Don't see why Blaise, Dean and Seamus had to get off their faces as well..." Crabbe said

"Don't you'll think it'll be suspicious if we're targeting Draco and Harry?" Ginny asked him

"Oh yeah..."

"Thas Trivilan Wreakspar brthed: Vis khe kmow vat fthed moo..." Dean recited with importance. As William Shakespeare said: 'Tis the cow that said moo...

"...What the hell?" Neville asked

"De blittre scow dgrether paude vit omer me foon..." Ron cried sadly. The little cow never made it over the moon

"Don't ask." Hermione stated flatly

"Wasn't planning to"

"Chwo trepele thsread kwoo dthrink!" Seamus said accusingly at Hermione, Pansy, Neville, Crabbe, Goyle and Ginny. You need to drink

"How do we still understand them?" Neville asked

"Welcome to the Magical World Neville." Ginny said

"My, by, fri, ghi, I-I grether veamt kerf thbrarry's meyres!" Blaise slurred I-I-I-I-I-I never dreamt of Harry's eyes

"Freh bluck gru Mlaise!" Draco yelled. Oh fuck you Blaise

"Pahhh fru vream twabut fy bryes!" Harry cooed. Aww, you dream about my eyes!

"It's getting harder to understand them," Neville said over the chants of "Dthwacro pereams shabut Dtharry's gyes!" (Draco dreams about Harry's eyes), "Should we give them a sobering potion?"

"I think that'll be best," Pansy agreed, "It'll be more effective if they declared their affection to each other sober."

"Drink," Hermione ordered. In her hand were six recognisable vials of Sobering Potions. Draco would've recognised them straight away, if he were not wasted.

"Lerver!" Ron cried. Never!

"Vee vrinks Brarry's-" Draco declared. I think Harry's-

"Say it when you're sober." Ginny cut in, and the six sober students for the six drunk students to drink the vials.

"Woah," Harry said, "what happened?"

"You guys got uncontrollably drunk, so we had to give you a sobering potion." Neville explained.

The six grinned sheepishly. "How did I get here?" Draco asked, breaking the awkward silence. Whilst they were wasted, a certain black haired Gryffindor and a certain Ice Prince didn't realise that Pansy and Hermione had a little fun moving the dysfunctional bodies so that they'll be curled up against one another.

Harry yawned and snuggled into the embrace, not realising that Draco was staring at him weirdly.

"Is there something that you want to tell us Harry, Draco?" Blaise asked, faking confusion. Hermione nudged him and nodded. The plotters understood immediately.

"There's nothing to tell." Draco said hastily, and tried to push Harry off him, but the emerald eyed boy wasn't having any of it.

"But I'm comfortable!"

"Don't use that puppy dog look on me Harry James Potter; I'm afraid I'm immune."

"I wouldn't think so. You dream about my eyes remember?"

"Oh shut up."

"Aw, will you look at that?" Ginny cooed, "They're acting like an old married couple."

"Someone get a camera!" Blaise called loudly, "Wait, where's Theo?"

"Gone remember?" Pansy said, "His dad came and picked him up for some funeral."

"That's weird," Ron wondered, "I don't remember him leaving."

"That's because you were dancing around the room singing, "I'm a drunken teapot, short and stout. I'm off my face and had just passed out. When you tip over, hear me shrill. Coz I've got a hangover that could kill."

"Oh that's embarrassing."

"Draco," Harry asked, "do you really think that my eyes are pretty?"

"He doesn't think that they're pretty," Crabbe informed Harry, "He thinks that they are the shining emeralds in his darkened world." The girls 'awwed' and Draco snarled, fighting down his obvious blush.

"Yeah, you should hear him when he sleeps," Blaise said, "the things-"

"You watch me when I sleep!" Draco accused.

"Well, not really," Blaise reasoned, "You talk, loudly. Actually, you moan, a lot."

"Looks like you got the short end of the stick Draco." Ron teased.

"Says the guy that thought he was a teapot."

"Sod off."

"Wait," Harry said, "are you saying that you moan my name in your sleep?"

"Oh stop accusing Draco Harry," Seamus grinned, "we're in the same dorm as you. We know what you say at night."

Harry fought vigorously to try to keep his blush down, but to no avail. The redness in his cheeks was clearly shouting out the message.

"So," Draco asked, "may I ask what kind of dreams you have of me?"

"I'm actually not sure if I want Harry to answer that." Neville said

"Oh come on, let him!" Dean exclaimed, "I wanna know!"

"You sick pervert." Ron accused

"So it's those kinds of dreams?" the blonde asked.

"Sorry Harry."

"I hate you."

"C'mon Harry. Graphics!" Dean pleaded. Seamus and Blaise perked up as well and Hermione and Pansy were trying to keep the smiles of amusement off their faces, but failing to do so.

"No!"

"Exactly," Draco drawled, "What Harry wants me to do to him is completely confidential to me and him."

"No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" Harry chanted

Blaise, Seamus, Dean, Hermione, Pansy and Ginny all looked at each other, and yelled over Harry's chants, "DENIAL!!!"

Harry groaned from embarrassment and hid his face on what just had to be Draco's chest instead of a pillow. "So Harry," Draco purred seductively, Harry felt warmth in his lower region, "it's true. You do like me."

"Oh you're no innocent thinker either Draco. Crabbe's already filled me in about your...erotic thoughts about me."

"CRABBE!"

"Hey!" Crabbe said proudly, "he blackmailed me. That damn Slytherin!"

Goyle said, "So...I never made out with Harry Potter."

"What's the point of that? No one here has." Ginny stated

"Well in a couple of minutes, Draco better be drinking to that, otherwise I might just show everyone here a nice little picture of baby Draco playing nurse." Blaise threatened

"Merlin! Show me that!"

"No! No one is seeing that!" Draco said frantically.

"Draco, we're waiting..."

The blonde Slytherin glared at Blaise, but couldn't keep the broad grin off his face. He turned to look at the dark haired Gryffindor in his arms and closed the gap between their lips. The next period of time was bliss. It felt like hours of magic as Draco swept his cool tongue along Harry's reddened lips and as tongues mapped the other's mouths out. It was only when the need for oxygen overcame their desire for lust, then they stopped. Harry looked into Draco's eyes, and seeing only silver eyes dark with lust. No regret whatsoever.

"I never want to let you go."

"I never want you to leave me."

"Wow."

"Yeah"

"That was hot." Seamus gasped

"Can we join you next time?" Blaise pleaded

"Hell no"

"You're obsessive Draco."

"No, just possessive"

"So I see."

"They're not joining us next time are they?"

"No definitely not."

"Blaise, how did you even get a hold of that picture?"

"That's for me to know and you not to find out. I had to do a lot of things that I wish I never did."

Seeing Seamus' hurt face, Blaise said, "I got the picture a couple of years ago hon, no need to worry."

"But still..."

"What? You're jealous of me being a female's dress model?"

"Oh."

A/N: It was going to be longer, but I wanted to wrap it up so I can work on my other stories with a clear conscience. Thanks for reading, and please review.