"Take my hand, take my life. Take take take take take it away..."

Take It Away—The Used

Chapter Title: Liquor and Love: Draco Malfoy

POV: Draco

Characters: Harry and Draco and...whoever else shows up in my imagination.

Ships: H/D.

How the hell did I end up here? Sitting on this damn chair, letting him walk out of my life again.

AGAIN.

I can't even believe it. I sit here and let the thing that I tried so hard to catch slip through my grasp. I want to bloody kill that fucking prick.

I need to get out of here. Ugh, I feel puke on the rising.

As I attempted to exit the room, I caught a glimpse of Harry talking to Dumbledore.

Harry finished his conversation and turned away with this sad look in his eyes, they were so full of...confusion.

His eyes met mine, and I turned away. I had to go get some air.

I stumbled so classy-like, out of the room, and got into the hall, with of course everyone looking at me and whispering behind their hands. I made my way down the hall and turned to corner, nobody was at all in sight. I checked my robes and found my beloved treat, that had come in handy throughout these few months. Ahh, my lovely lovely firewhisky.

I sucked down half of the flask's amazing nectar, and made my way back into the Great Hall.

I opened the doors, and could feel the warm liquid's effect, I walked down the aisle, waving hello to anyone who was staring at me. I can't do anything without these assholes eyeballing me, bloody hell.

I made my way to where I was sitting before and I sat down on my seat. The room is spinning, and I can't find out why.

Oh, hahah the firewhisky. Hahaha!

"Are you alright?" Someone called to me, I looked up and squinted, but couldn't recognize who was speaking.

"Oh 'course, look around, its a celebrating time! Harry bloody Potter is backkk." I spoke, careful with my words, now that the firewhisky had kicked in.

I looked at the floor and saw the empty cup that was full of the crap punch I was drinking. I picked it up and got up to go fill it but sat back down. My head was spinning really badly, and the light was burning my eyes. So I sank back down and closed my eyes for a while.

I hear a voice suddenly, and I opened my eyes to find a hazy Hermione, and Ron.

"Draco...are you ok?" Hermione asked. Ron stared at me with a worried look.

"Why is everyoneee asking me that! I'm fine...now go away shooooo." I try to stand up and shoo them away but instead, I fall backwards knocking the chair over and nearly hitting the floor.

Wait, nearly?

I look up into the catcher's face and find these wonderful green eyes staring me back.

"Oh lookyyyy here, Potter has ssssaved the day yet again! Cheersss too him." I bend down to pick up my cup and stand up really fast. I feel all the blood rush to my head and my stomach turn. I turn my head to the nearest empty spot on the floor, and let my load of puke onto the floor...

A/N: I love this story. It is a lot of fun to write. Dear lordd! Draco's a mess isn't he? Poor thing is in love. I love liquor, especially mixed with love and hurt. Draco is probably loosing his mind at this point. I love how the story is going, I hope you do too! I love Cliffys so expect them for each chapter. This is a big one, but I wanted to show Draco in another light, Hermione's to be exact!!