George raced down the corridors; passing through drunk, after drunk, after Snape, after drunk; running away from Hermione. He cursed Fred for this! He could still hear Blaise's laughter even now. He continued to run towards the Gryffindor Tower, but unfortunately his brain wasn't functioning well and he wound up in a place he never wanted to be. The Dungeon! The fuckin' home of the Snakes. Slytherin. It was a mess, and he possibly might have a lunatic witch on a potion running after him. What a fuck me moment.
Harry saw it just in time. He saw everyone running drunkenly towards the many hidden exits in the great hall, but continued drinking the fire whiskey. What was there to lose? He saw Hermione running after George like a love sick puppy and Blaise laughing his ass about it. He saw Dean run in, yelling about professor Snape coming. Like that matters! He saw Ron running from Ginny and Pansy attempting to run over the table drunk.
He took another swig when he noticed the room was finally empty. The entire great hall was completely trashed. What a party? Harry groaned. It was only the first day and he could smell detention, and that is if he is lucky. Leave it to the twins to start the party off by spiking the punch.
A hand grabbed him by the shoulder, however he was too drunk to know who it was. Considering his current condition it wasn't as if he had reason to not follow the complete stranger. His companion wanted him to walk quickly, but his double vision wasn't helping the speed any better.
Finally they stopped by a window of some sort. He heard laughter and a 'drop him from the window-' but his defenses were shot. He felt himself falling so he grabbed on to the closes thing he could, his companion. Harry didn't have a chance to figure things out further, as his vision went black and his thoughts shut off. The last thing he heard was 'Get him off of me you idiots!'
-The Next Morning-
Pain does not explain the massive headache that the raven head was feeling. His eyes opened, trying to focus on anything that was familiar. As he began to regain his rational thoughts he surveyed the room he was currently in. It was green. Green and silver did not mean a good thing. He checked all of his limbs to make sure that they were intact.
Taking a deeper look into things he noticed that he wasn't alone in this tiny room. The chair didn't have to face him to tell him that he was there. How embarrassing to wake up, with a hangover, in an unknown bed, with your enemy sitting in a chair possible planing your death as we speak. Harry felt his headache get three times worse.
Draco decided to start the conversation, "Fucking Weasley! If I could tell them apart I would kill the one who threw you onto me."
Angry, Harry knew exactly what he was going to do later on once he got a hold of Fred. Seeing as George ran off because of Hermione, it only leaves him with one solution. "Look, I'm-I-Fuck this headache is awful."
Draco turned the chair and reluctantly got up, "Professor Snape left something for you. Said you'd need it for today. Oh how nice he is. Isn't he?"
"God I don't care if it kills me, just give me the damn potion."
Laughing, "Suicidal are we? Potter?"
Harry just stared at Draco, "Think about it this way: I have no idea how I got drunk but I did. My best-friend's brother gave me to my enemy to look after, probably to save his own ass. I woke up, hangover and lying in the bed of the one Slytherin that wants me dead."
"Actually there is more than one Slytherin who wants you dead, honey. I'm just the one who lets you know it."
"Honey?"
Draco handed him the potion, "Sarcasm, my dear. Sarcasm."
"What happened last night that I don't already know about?"
Draco began to snicker, watching as Harry forced down the horrible liquid. Smirking Draco opened up, "After 100 points from Gryffindor and having to have Snape pry you off me. Do you really want to know?" Harry gave a pointed look, "Alright. Well, after a twin threw you into me, Blaise started to joke about throwing you out the window. Which by-the-way is very tempting to do right now. That's when you decided to latch onto me and pass out, taking me down with you. It took Snape and me forever to get you off and seeing as we don't know how to get into Gryffindor, we took you here. I was forced to sleep in the chair because of this so you better have a good reason why you were drunk."
"I was drinking pumpkin juice and before I know it I'm drinking whiskey from the bottle. I have no idea how I became so drunk in such a small amount of time though."
"Light-weight."
Harry glared, "Excuse me?"
Draco came face to face with him, "Light. Weight. Get the picture?"
A smile came on Harry's lips, "Says the guy who drank absolutely nothing last night."
Pulling a way Draco just sneered, "As if I wanted to look like you; falling all over the place and make myself vulnerable in front of my opposition. You are just lucky you weren't killed."
Harry was about to question further when he felt the potion begin its work. It started to put him back into a sleep. He heard a sigh, almost as if his companion was annoyed. He probably was. Drifting off into his current slumber; Harry felt almost relieved of his headache. He hoped that he could spare himself some trouble.
George woke up with a crowd of green surrounding him. As he tried to get up, he noticed something attached to him; holding him down. Upon further inspection from his vulnerable hangover state, he realized that it was Hermione attached to him. It didn't help that currently four Slytherin's were staring right at him.
Pansy giggled, "That makes three Gryffindor's in our house. Maybe we should just keep the damn door open for them? Ne?"
Three? Who was the third one?
Blaise rolled his eyes, "Draco's orders are Draco's orders. I wonder what he's done to Potter yet?"
It took George a while to process the information, but he definitely took the hint. It was time for round two of the bet to commence.