"Hey, Dray!"
Draco groaned internally and squeezed his eyes shut at the girly voice. He turned away from the group he was talking to and was met with the smug face of Astoria Greengrass. Ever since fourth years, she had been pining after him. Draco was probably one of the only boys in Slytherin she hadn't at least kissed. Draco despised her with his entire being.
"Astoria, how lovely to see you," Draco tightly smiled, sarcasm dripping from his words. He sighed slightly.
"So you still convinced you like guys?" She smirked, "you know I'm always open."
"Yeah, your legs," Draco couldn't hold back his retort. He heard a snigger from behind him and he couldn't help but smirk.
She scoffed. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip while looking him up and down. Astoria stalked closer to him.
"Anyway, me, daddy and mummy only got back from our cruise yesterday. I also heard about your adventures over the summer... You'll be glad to know they paid off," she bit her lip and rested her manicured fingers on his bicep.
"You do know I have looked in a mirror since I got back, right?" He smirked, playing along. He leant down faintly.
She giggled, "Of course, silly. It was a compliment." She tilted her head up so their lips were only a couple inches away from each other.
Draco smirked and leaned in even closer to just when she closed her eyes before laughing hysterically.
"Honey, I'm gay as shit. Like I'd kiss you," he said between laughs.
Astoria's face was red, even through all that make up. She huffed and growled before stomping her right foot and walking away. Infuriated, she groaned loudly and found Lyra and Faye again.
A roar of laughter came from Draco's group as the watched the girl storm off. Draco turned back round, high fiving one of his mates and grinning.
-
Harry watched intently as he saw Astoria and Draco lean closer and closer. From his point of view it looked like they had kissed. A dull ache in his heart suddenly appeared and grew stronger as he observed the two of them draw even closer. Harry turned around and downed his entire cup of firewhiskey.
He winced as the liquid burned his throat. He shook it off and went to seek out more. He saw Ron at the table doing shots with Dean so he ventured over to them.
"May I join?"
Dean nodded and Ron cheered drunkenly as Harry drank two shots of Chocolate liqueur. Harry slammed the glasses back on the table and grinned as the alcohol began taking effect.
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It was now around 2am but Harry hadn't got clue because the amount of alcohol in his system. He was - how any British person would say - pissed.
Dean and Ron weren't as bad because they had drank a couple times before and Seamus was Irish so he would be fine but this was Harry's first time being completely drunk. One thing was for sure and that was he was definitely going to regret it tomorrow.
"Ron- Ronald! I'm really hot," Harry stumbled into Ron's arm.
"Yes Harry, you are v-very attractive but not my type," he hiccuped, "I like guys... especially Zabini, he's hot!"
"You're right, I am very beautiful but I-I mean I'm sweaty and gross," he grimaced. Without a warning Harry began pulling off his shirt.
A few girls gasped and then wolf-whistled. Even a couple guys started cheering. Ron's eyes widened and he began laughing hysterically.
By now his shirt was fully off - and completely out of sight - and the boy was swaying back and forth, his vision was blurry; but merlin knows if he had his glasses on. Harry suddenly dropped his drink, it's contents spilling across the wood flooring, and stumbled to the right.
"Hey, you okay Harry?" A voice came but in Harry's drunken state he didn't recognise it.
Harry then felt his body falling but he was caught by someone. He didn't really care who it was, he felt as if he was floating on a million fluffy clouds. Their hands were cold and felt soothing against his bare skin. Harry smiled dreamily and his vision began darkening. The person picked Harry up bridal styles and began walking away as the party continued.
"Are kidnapping me? Hey," he slurred, dragging out the 'y,' "you smell nice. And you're really strong, I don't what you look like but I bet your hot."
The person laughed at Harry's slurred rambling, which earned a pout from Harry.
"I'm cold," Harry mumbled, snuggling into the persons chest before crossing his arms. He sighed and let the safety of sleep conceal him.
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Harry awoke with a pounding headache. The pain throbbed through his skull, it was almost unbearable. He groaned and rubbed his hand on his forehead and temple. He opened his eyes which seemed to effect his head even more. His vision was blurry, he realised he hadn't got his glasses. He blindly reached for his glasses on his bedside table, finding them quickly.
As he placed them on his face, his surroundings becoming clear. As he sat up, he winced at the blinding light of the sun peaking through the dark...green curtains? Harry continued to look around and realised his was in a dorm room, much like his own, but doused in green, silver and black also there was only on bed.
'Are these the Slytherin quarters?' Harry sat up more quickly and looked down at the bed he was laid in.
'Green covers...shit,' he threw the covers off of him. As he stood up, he realised he had a jumper on - surprisingly, a green one.
'Why is everything here so fucking green?'
The jumper reached down to his thighs and then he quickly realised he didn't have any trousers on. He looked around for his trousers when he saw them on top of a black dresser.
He stumbled over, his headache still pounding. Harry grabbed them and pulled them on quickly.
Just as he was buttoning them, a door across the room opened. Harry's gaze quickly averted to the door which was open to see a bare-chested, pale, blond boy. He had a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist and had few droplets of water running down his face from his wet hair.
"H-hi, Draco," Harry said, blushing from being the presence of a nearly naked man. Harry tugged down the sleeves of the unknown jumper he was wearing - a nervous habit.
His eyes scanned over Draco's naked top half; chiselled, pale and covered in scars. To be specific, scars from the bathroom incident. Harry's stomach felt as if it turned inside-out as he began to fell nauseated by the memory. Guilt flooded his body as he gulped. He just about to apologise but the blond quickly changed the subject.
"Hi," Draco smirked, "you put on quite the show last night." He chuckled lightly.
"Wha- what?" Harry was puzzled. He couldn't remember any events from last night.
"You almost performed a strip-tease in front of more than half of the year," He chuckled. "Fortunately, I grabbed you and took you to my room before your trousers could come off," Draco smirked.
"Holy shit," Harry groaned and rubbed his face. It was even redder, blushing from embarrassment.
"Wait so you took my trousers off?"
"As a matter of fact, no I didn't. You did so yourself but he said you were freezing, you then proceeded to raid my closet and put on one of my old quidditch jumpers," Draco sighed, looking Harry up and down. The boy's face was a similar colour to a ripe tomato and Draco was revelling in his reaction.
"Fucking hell! I am so so sorry, wow that's embarrassing," he whined and threw his head back, "do you want your jumper back?"
Draco shook his head before saying, "It doesn't fit me anyway, plus you threw your shirt when you were stripping and it's not particularly appropriate to walk the corridors shirtless. Your own shirt is probably still in the common room." He giggled when Harry rubbed his face.
"I'm going to go," Harry sighed. His face was still hot and red and trying to hide it was almost impossible.
"Yeah you do that."
Harry flipped him off before leaving the room and slamming the door.
'I'm never drinking again.'
He patted down his trousers, trying to find his wand before realising it wasn't in any pockets. He groaned.
He opened the Slytherin's door again and peaked his head through.
"Hey, did I- HOLY FUCK! I'm so sorry!" He jumped.
This time, Draco was completely naked and Harry was pretty sure he just saw the other boy's dick. Explicit pictures flooded through his mind as a deep crimson creeped its way onto his cheeks.
"Fucking hell, Harry! Get out!" Draco shouted.
Harry slammed the door and ran off back to the safety of his own room. His wand could wait.