THE WINNER OF TOR IS.........black-ravenrose 'cause your plan involved some hot harry/draco sex and a whip

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This chapter contains licking, alcohol and citrus fruits...enjoy!

33. Earth Worm Jim

As Draco's uncle was away for the weekend for some teacher's conference, the blond had invited some friends from school to have a mini-party. A mini- party that had started at nine and, three hours on, was still going, the alcohol flowing and smoke filling up the room as endless cigarettes were smoked.

"I found the tequila!" announced Hermione as she walked into the room.

"Gimme!" said Harry, grabbing the bottle off her.

"Hey, Snatchy Mcgrabby, you gonna offer anyone else some of that?" demanded the brunette, sitting on Ron's lap.

"I was just about to okay! Padma you want some?"

"No thanks I've had bad experiences with tequila!"

"Care to explain?" asked Draco, trailing his fingers lazily up and down Harry's back.

"Well when you're the one who is forced to drink the worm you kinda go off

it!"

"Tequila slammers!" exclaimed Blaise, attempting to stand up, before tumbling right back down.

"Tequila who now?"

"You'll see," muttered Seamus.

Harry, who had suddenly sprung to life, snatched the bottle from Blaise, and grinned at Draco as Pavarti entered with a salt shaker and two dozen slices of lime.

"Come here," the raven-haired boy ordered, beckoning to his blond boyfriend.

Approaching the other boy nervously, Draco lay down and apprehensively asked, "How does this work?"

"Well..." mused Harry, unscrewing the lid of the tequila bottle.

The other teenagers grouped around the two in a misshapen circle.

"Draco, first you have to take your shirt off," slurred Hermione.

Draco's blue eyes widened in horror. "What?"

Harry nodded. "She's right, Dray. You gotta lose it."

Looking even more scared, Draco peeled off his black T-shirt and lay back down on the floor, wrapping his arms protectively over his naked stomach.

"So, what is this game about?"

"Well, I do this," sing-songed Harry, dripping a trail of lime up Draco's chest. "And then this," he continued, pouring a line of salt along the low waistband of Draco's jeans.

Biting his lip, Draco nodded. "And now what?"

"And now I do this," muttered Harry, taking a deep gulp of the tequila before lowering his head and licking the lime off with his rough tongue, before doing the same with the salt.

Draco gasped and grinned as Harry sat back up.

"And that is how you play."

Laughing, Seamus added, "Now, Draco, you have to do it to Harry."

Draco raised his pierced eyebrow and smirked. "Really?"

Lying down in the same spot Draco had been in several seconds before, Harry put his hands behind his head.

"I am your shot glass."

Still smirking, Draco squeezed the lime, dripping the remainder of the juice into the small well at the nape of Harry's neck. The salt, he shook gently over the green-eyed boy's full lips.

"Cheers," he grinned, tilting his head back and letting the amber liquid burn it's way down his throat, sucking the lime from Harry's neck and tenderly taking the salt from his mouth, not missing the chance to slip his tongue against the other boys.

"Who's next?"

Draco awoke with the oh so familiar feeling of a hang over. His mouth was dry and his tongue felt fuzzy, his head was pounding and his stomach was turning.

He lifted his head slightly to look around him. He recognised the surroundings of his living room. He was shirtless, lying spread out on the floor. His stomach felt sticky.

Blaise was in an armchair next to him, snoring softly, his head hanging back, a small string of drool hanging from his mouth, resting on his shoulder. Ron and Hermione lay on either ends of the sofa. Ron's arms were flung above his head, one leg hanging off the sofa. Hermione was curled up, her head resting on her folded arms. Seamus was lying on the coffee table, face down. Dean, Padma and Pavarti were lying in what could only be described as a pile.

Draco pulled himself to his feet and stumbled into the kitchen. It didn't pass him by that all the bottles and other rubbish that had covered the room last night was gone. He smelt coffee and saw Harry at the kitchen worktop.

"Morning," he muttered.

"Hey," the dark haired boy replied.

Putting down the mug he was holding, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and kissed his forehead.

"Coffee?" he offered.

"Please," groaned Draco, collapsing into a chair.

She placed a mug in front of him and he took a sip. It was strong, the way he liked it. It amazing Draco that Harry knew such menial things as how he took his coffee.

"You want anything to eat?"

Draco shrugged. "I dunno what there is."

"Um...cereal...toast...pop tarts..." replied Harry, looking through the cupboards.

Draco smiled like a little boy. "Pop tarts are good."

Harry grinned at him and pulled himself to kneel on the kitchen counter, rooting through an open cupboard.

"You couldn't pour me some more coffee could you?" he asked. "My mug is by the sink."

Draco went over to the sink and found his mug, a black one, then went over to the coffee pot, which was next to where Harry was kneeling on the counter.

"Done."

"Thanks."

Draco ran his hand over the skin exposed on the other boy's bare back and Harry shuddered, arching backwards, revelling in the warmth emanating from such a simple touch.

"Found them," murmured Harry, sliding off the counter.

Draco took a step closer to him. "Thanks." His voice was husky.

"Okay."

He lifted his hand and stroked Harry's cheek, starting at his temple, running his thumb over Harry's mouth. Harry turned his head and softly kissed Draco's palm. The blond ran his other hand down the jet-black headed boy's arm and entwined their fingers. He slowly moved his head towards his and his gaze flicked down to Harry's lips. Their faces were inches apart.

"Shit, my head is killing me."

Neither boy moved as Seamus stumbled in, his Irish accent even thicker with sleep.

"Oh, come on!" he protested. "You two know I'm cool with you guys together but I do not need to see it first thing in the morning when I've got one mother of a hangover.

Grinning, Harry pushed Draco away from him and sat opposite the auburn haired boy at the table.

"The others still asleep?"

Yawning widely, Seamus nodded. "Yup. Did someone clean up in there?"

Harry shrugged. "Yea, I woke up, got bored."

Frowning slightly in amusement, Draco kissed his boyfriend's untidy hair and stretched.

"I'm gonna take a shower and get dressed. If anyone wants anything to eat or drink tell them to help themselves," he said as he left.

"And if any of them throw up tell them they're cleaning it or they're dead!"

Okay, this chapter's a bit crap (in my opinion) and filled with dialogue but I felt like some random teenage fun.

Review please.