Break Away
Harry felt claustrophobic in the midst of all that red and gold.
There was so much drunken laughter, so much raucous noise. He felt sick.
Normally, after a Quidditch game that he had won, he would be more than happy to toast his fellow housemates and drink eighteen or so Butterbeers with them. Tonight, for some reason, he felt that all the Butterbeer in the world was not enough to make him stay in this shrinking room with red-headed monkeys clinging onto his elbows at every turn.
He wrenched away from the one currently attached to him, and shoved people out of the way as he strode to the Portrait Hole.
Once outside, he leaned against cold stone and sighed in relief. Solitude, at last.
Or not. The Portrait Hole opened for a Second Year bent over by the amount of candy and Butterbeer he had hefted on his back. Warm light spilled out, and primary colors threatened to overwhelm Harry again. He fled to the outdoors, to the night, where nothing was red or gold naturally.
The lake was calm and peaceful, rippling from the middle where ten fathoms down the Giant Squid was having a wet dream. *
Harry laid against the rough bark behind him, and gazed at the twinkling stars. He thought guiltily of Dumbledore, and hastily looked back at the lake. Footsteps crunching on pebbles behind him made him tense. He swore, if it was Ginny trying to get in his pants one more time, he'd hex her so she could get into her own pants and leave his the fuck alone.
It wasn't Ginny, though. It was an angel of light, of hope, of beauty, who spoke words of comfort to Harry:
"Shove over, Potter. I have firewhiskey."
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A/N: * It's a wet dream because the Giant Squid is under water. GET IT?! :] I'm such a nerd.
Oh, in case you didn't realize that these are all Draco and Harry stories, and they will only ever star Draco and Harry, Harry's 'angel' is Draco. :]
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