How could I make the script less American?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Harry's POV

"Vodka? Vodka… Why vodka?" Harry inquired, sitting in the nearest stool. He noticed that the tables were surprisingly clean. Looks like someone had recently got a detention.

The light was dim causing Harry to squint. He saw little dust flecks flying around him, and laughed at the sudden thought of Snape dusting the room in a pink 50's American dress with an apron.

Draco looked at him with a look of pure hatred, mistaking Harry's laughter to be directed at him, but nonetheless answered the question. "I was curious. Those bloody Russians drink it."

"Oh, so you want to be Russian?" Harry mocked. Draco glared at him. Harry stuck out his tongue impulsively. Draco looked at him with disdain, but chuckled. Harry loved Draco's laugh. Draco got up, stretching. Harry noticed how thin Draco was as the taller boy reached behind him, shirt pulling up. Had Draco eaten anything at breakfast?

Harry remembered that the Great Hall had been festive; a massive tree, with giant ornaments of different colors and a great big star on top that looked like it was made of multi-colored stain glass. It had displayed a rainbow of colors as the light from the windows hit it. There had been mistletoe, wreaths… but Draco's plate had been empty. He drank, but what it had been… Harry couldn't remember.

"And why does it matter if I drank Vodka?" Draco queried.

"You are so thick," Harry said, surprised that Draco hadn't realized it before. "It matters because Blaise spiked it with Amortentia and Felix Felicis. That's why you were acting so strange. They didn't put much though; they were saving it for rainy days. Were they surprised when you told them you were gay?"

"No. They said they always knew, ever since they first met me. Said I had been staring at yo… this dude's ass too much," Harry noticed Draco's mess up. So, Draco had been staring at his ass. Did he think it was nice? Oh, how much Harry wanted to ask him that.

"Ah, so they had been planning it for a while. They were just waiting for you to come out of the closet."

Draco's POV

"Potter, are you gay?" Draco asked, blushing, looking down at his hands. It seemed kind of… sudden to ask him this. But how could Harry not be? Harry had kissed him back.

"Well, I guess so. I hadn't ever really thought 'bout it. But, I've never really looked at girls that same way I look at guys. Nor do I get the same reaction." Draco squealed inwardly. Harry was 100% gay.

Draco noticed his shirt was dirty, his tie was almost undone, and his hair was messed up badly. He had never looked like this in front of anybody. And the first person to ever see him like this was Harry, his secret crush, his enemy. Draco though over the little conversation they just had. So, his vodka had some love potion and lucky potion in it. Well, he kind of expected that kind of thing from Pansy and Blaise. He didn't think much about it. The vodka was actually pretty good. It burned his mouth if he didn't swallow it right away, but it was a nice burn. The after taste was quite nice; it stayed for a while. And hey, it had been a great morning. And now he had figured out that Harry had always been gay, too. Oh, this was a great, great day for Draco, besides the fact that they were in the potion room.

Draco's eyes wandered over the unnerving room. A variety of large bottles lined the gray stone wall of the room, a large wooden desk at the far back of the room. It was dim and smelled like horribly made potions. The roof was dome-like, with the same gray stones that the wall was built of. He walked to the door in large strides, hoping to get out. He tried the door; locked.

"No way. It can't be. Bloody hell. There is no fucking way…" Draco's eyes grew wide in horror.

Harry's POV

"What is it now, drama queen? And don't fucking swear. It's not very lady like," Harry said with some amusement.

"We're locked in," Draco said in a low voice, turning around. He seemed not to hear the last comment. Harry pouted. He liked his smart comments.

"Locked in? Well, isn't that convenient? Now you have who knows how long to snog me. Brilliant," Harry said lightly. Draco's silver eyes pierced Harry, who tried to look as serene and innocent as possible while his mind played scenario after scenario, all involving Draco, less than half dressed, panting his name.

"Malfoys don't…"

"Yeah, yeah," Harry interrupted. "Well, have you tried to unlock the bloody door?" Harry demanded. Draco shuffled his feet and turned back towards the door.

"Alohamora," Draco whispered. Harry hoped it wouldn't open. He didn't mind the potions room as long as the young, tall, blonde in front of him was there. Draco tugged on the handle. Nothing. "Well, looks like we're stuck in here until Snape decides to open it," Draco remarked, smirking.

"Oh, that's just fan-bloody-tastic," Harry said, very happy but trying to hide it. "Well, might as well make ourselves comfortable." He slid off the stool and started to hunt around for something soft to lie on. But, seeing as it was Snape's room, he found nothing. He started to take couldrens and bottles off of the table he was closest to.

"What are you doing?" Draco sighed.

"I'm getting comfy, seeing as we will be here a while. The floor is probably quite cold. Care to join me?" Harry asked, getting on the table.

"I… Could I really?" Draco gave him a look that just screamed adorable. Harry laid down on the far half of the table, propped up on one elbow, his right leg bent, laying over the other, and patted the spot next to him. Draco hesitantly stepped over to the table, getting on it slowly, unsure.

"Well, get comfy. We will be here a while," Harry said as he straightened his arm out beneath his head. It was a bit weird that his enemy had wanted to join him on the table. Has Draco changed? He hasn't insulted me for quite sometime. .

"Harry?" Draco asked hesitantly. Harry looked up into the face that was only inches from his own (the table was small). Draco blushed, pink staining his cheeks. Draco had called Harry by his first name.

"Yes, Draco," Harry put a bit of emphasis on Draco, showing that he too was not going back to last name basis.

"Um…Well… Thank you. Very much," Draco looked down at his hands that were currently playing with his tie.

"You are very welcome," Harry said as he scooted closer. Draco's eyes grew wide, mouth moving like he was trying to say something. "Hey, I'm cold. You can't blame me for being cold." Draco smiled and lifted his left arm, and Harry gratefully pressed himself against Draco's warm body, feeling the long arm wrap around him, almost protectively. Harry ducked his head into Draco's warm chest, embarrassed to be so girly. Draco took the arm from around Harry, who protested, and cupped his hand around Harry's chin. He brought Harry's face so they could look eye to eye. Draco pressed his forehead against Harry's.

"Harry, don't be so embarrassed. It makes you too cute," Draco pouted. Cute, Draco called me cute?

"Have you taken any Amortentia lately?" Harry asked, trying to be smart. Smiling slightly, Draco stroked the side of Harry's cheek in slow circles with his thumb. Draco brought Harry's face closer to his, lips only centimeters apart. Harry stared into Draco's silver eyes, admiring the firework design in the iris'.

"Maybe I have," Draco teased, slightly thrusting his hips into Harry's, who moaned softly.

"Fuck it," Harry growled, shoving his lips against Draco's furiously, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck.

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