I got up early this morning, just for you all! Yay! I'm drinking coffee, eating cinnamon toast waffles, and typing this. You should be excited. I don't get up early for much. Lol. Well, here's what most of you have been waiting for. I know you want to know why Draco was in Harry's dream.

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Chapter 3: Thirsty

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Harry was startled awake. Draco was standing over him, wide eyed and shaking.

"What the hell?" Harry yelled, pushing Draco to the floor with ease.

Draco had been looking into Harry's dreams while he slept.

"You were screaming in your sleep!" Draco yelled quickly to defend himself.

"So that gives you permission to look in my dreams?" Harry clenched his head because it had begun to throb. "Ah!"

"Here." Draco handed Harry a bottle of firewhiskey.

Without hesitation Harry grabbed the bottle and took a rather large swig, enjoying the bitter taste.

"I didn't know, Pot-" Harry cut him off.

"Get out." Harry growled. "Don't ever pity me. That's the last thing I need is pity from someone who tortured me my whole life."

Draco walked out and closed the door behind him, not wanting to cause further trouble. He never wanted to see what was seen tonight.

Harry never wanted to remember what he saw that night, it had been the first time in two years since he dreamed about it. Dreamless Draughts never worked, they always caused the dreams to be worse. Alcohol was the only thing that let him sleep peacefully. And what made matters worse was that Draco had seen it all. He was the only other soul who knew what happened that night, Harry had never told a soul. He just wanted to die.

He had drunken the entire bottle now, and was off to a little drunken, dreamless slumber.

Harry awoke near 5:30 the next morning. It was normal for him to get to sleep late and get up early. He showered and walked into the study, where Draco was sitting at a small desk doing some work. Draco heard Harry come down the stairs.

"You're up early." Draco commented.

Harry grunted and sat down on the couch. He crossed his arms grumpily and stared into the blazing fire.

"Here." Harry suddenly spotted another bottle of firewhiskey in front of him. "It's for at night."

Harry quickly grabbed it.

"You're supporting my habit?" Harry growled, "You'd be one to enjoy seeing me suffer without it. Or is this the pity coming back?"

Draco shrugged.

"Don't pity me. I hate when people pity me. You're dumb arse shouldn't have been in my room, spying on my dreams." Harry popped open the bottle.

Draco didn't expect him to be drinking so early in the morning.

"You want me to lie? I can't say that I don't feel bad for you." Draco growled.

"I hate being pitied." Harry gulped half the bottle.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink so…" Harry drank the rest of the bottle, "fast…"

It didn't take much for Harry to get drunk. He laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Draco tried to ignore his sudden bursts of noise, which sometimes sounded like a man yelling and slurping. After a particularly loud noise, Draco dropped his quill and rubbed his face in aggrivation.

"Will you please shut up, Potter!" He yelled.

Harry abruptly sat up.

"Why do you hate me?" Harry asked woozily.

Draco rolled his eyes and turned back to his work.

"I don't hate you, Potter. I'm the reason you're drunk remember?"

There was a moment of silence.

"You're a liar." Harry said quickly and fell back onto the couch.

"And you're drunk." Draco reminded him.

Harry snorted.

A week passed by. Harry had not really grown accustom to people being so near him, so he was generally grumpy the entire time. But, even if he didn't want to say, he had grown to like their presence. Especially Draco's.

Draco still seemed to be supporting Harry's alcoholism, but only at night. Alcohol was the only thing that kept Harry calm at night. The night before the students arrived, Draco let Harry get more drunk than usual. He didn't think it would hurt anything, Harry never left their dorms.

Draco awoke to the sound of gurgling and yelling. It was coming from the bathroom. He hurriedly jumped out of bed and grabbed his want from the nightstand next to it. He raced to the bathroom only to see Harry in just his boxers, sitting under a freezing shower against the wall.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Draco jumped into the cold shower to fetch the drunken raven-haired boy.

"I was thirsty." Harry gurgled.

Draco wasn't sure if Harry was trying to be funny when he said it or not. Both their bodies were completely soaked.

"Come on, Potter. This water is cold." Draco tried to pull Harry up.

"Sit with me!" Harry pulled Draco down forcefully onto his lap. Draco was now straddling Harry.

Draco felt his arousal grow as he sat on Harry. What no one knew was that Draco was not attracted to women, but to men. This wasn't uncommon for the wizard world. Homosexuality was very accepted.

As soon as Draco realized he had a 'problem', he jumped off of Harry. It was clear as day through his shorts. Harry squinted at him, he was without glasses.

"Maybe you should cover that up, Malfoy." Harry slurred.

Draco noticed that he meant it to be funny, like other things he said when he was drunk, but he never smiled. Not once.

'Thank Merlin he's drunk. I wouldn't want him to remember this in the morning.' Draco laughed to himself, imagining Harry laughing at him for being gay.

"Get up, Potter." Draco said angrily.

Harry wobbly stood and Draco turned off the water. He slowly walked to the blonde and fell into his arms. Draco dragged the wet body out of the shower and dried them both off with a quick spell.

As Harry lay on the ground, Draco happened to noticed that after drinking constantly for two years, Harry was still very fit. He had just the beginnings of abs. He didn't understand how. Draco mentally slapped himself. He had no idea why he was looking at the 'Chosen One' like this.

His arousal had become painful as he lay in his bed, but he refused to do anything about it. It was bad enough that Harry was the reason he had this problem. Despite what he had done to help Harry, he still hated him. Hated him as he always did for the same reasons. Harry was the golden boy, the savior of the world from evil. Draco still thought that Harry liked the attention and was just a little prat. He tried to convince himself he still thought this, but it was a lie. He felt pity more than anything. Draco drifted to sleep two hours later.

The next evening, it seemed like the school's popularity had increased since Voldemort had been killed. Students were arriving. The school was back to it's normal size, maybe bigger.

Harry refused to attend the feast and sorting ceremony. He couldn't bear looking at the Great Hall with all the students there. He desperately wished that he could walk into the hall and be greeted by Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. He missed their warm embrace and comforting smiles. While alone in his room, Harry broke down and cried.

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Doesn't that just make you sad? .whimper. I loved writing this one. Harry has quite the attraction to showers, you'll see what I mean by that later. Thanks for reading!

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