I just realized that I needed to do something for these two and it finally hit me! You'll see when you read since that'll spoil my present to everyone, haha.

Disclaimer: I do not own Draco or Harry. Not even when they are like this. Blast.

New Years Time

Draco and Harry stumbled inside their flat while both of them walked like they were drunk to the bone. "Harry, have we always had such....high flooring?" Draco started to move his hand in a patting motion while Harry looked over. "I don't think so. It's probably you getting....mngh, shorter."

"Shorter?" Draco let out a silly laugh, "Me? That's....preposterous." Taking off his coat, he tried to hang it upon the stand and failed miserably. "This bloody stand keeps moving and dancing," he said while he started to hang it in a quick yet comedic manner.

Harry stumbled over to the couch and crawled on top of it before landing upon the cushions before. "That was one odd camel."

"We had a camel?" Draco's jacket fell onto the floor while he let go before he started to walk to where Harry was. "Where is it?"

"Ran off," said Harry while he looked up at Draco who just stared back at him. "What ya looking at, Malfoy?"

"I swear you looked like Abraham Lincoln for a bit there."

"What?! I don't even have a bloody beard and I'm not even old as him!"

"Who knows, you're probably using your magic on me to think that you are a young - oh bloody hell. You have, haven't you?!"

"Malfoy-"

"It explains everything!"

"Malfoy!"

"From the time you denied my friendship-"

"Bloody hell Malfoy, stop blabbering like a fool and listen to me."

"-to the time you made me look like a fool-"

"You know, you're a rambler when you're drunk."

"-and - oh, Potter. That's not the only thing when I'm drunk," said Draco while he finished with a devilish smirk. Even waggled his eyebrows. He immediately climbed on the couch and landed on Harry, who made a yelp before finding himself being molested while his clothes were being taken off.

"A devouring beast. Just peachy."

"That will be a devouring dragon to you, Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes. This was the last time he was going to have Draco come with him to his friend's place to celebrate the New Years. A sharp pain from Draco biting his neck wasn't the only reason why because he knew that was just an appetizer. Harry shivered at what would come next.

A normal Draco was one thing but a drunken Draco? That was worse.

When they both woke up the next morning, their hangovers were terrible. Not to mention the toilets too.

"Ugh, blimey. That's the last time I'm going to get drunk," muttered a groggy and cranky Draco.

"My arse agrees. Bloody hell, it felt like a pole was inside it and went straight up my spinal cord all the way up to my brain."

"Never underestimate the power of a dragon. Especially the hips. We're deadly with that body part," smirked Draco.

Harry just face palmed.

It's true, those hips are terrifying! They just want you to think that their ability to breathe fire is worse!

I hope this was, uh, enjoyable even though it was veeeery late. If not, I'll send Draco over to make up for it?