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One shot: Drunk

Title: Drunk
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry / Draco
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff, humor Warnings
: No, a little drunk "Draco?
Words: 1240 ~
Summary: Draco wants to congratulate Harry ... being a little drunk.
Beta: a_lunatica . any errors that remain are my responsibility: P
LoA: fic something bonus, an idea that was long due to personal experiences xD. Under no This concept involves encouraging people to drink alcohol without control.


more firmly Holding a glass of whiskey, wet and slippery in his hand, came up with one arm to encircle the neck of Potter, but with little clear whether it was to bring it to é as to prevent a fall, he thought when he buried the edge of the table on her hip, shaking the glasses and bottles on it.



"Ouch," he complained, feeling the heat in her cheeks get to feel the warm hand of Harry landed on his belly in an attempt to stabilize it. "Malfoy " Weasley heard the growl as he leaned against the dark, stifling a groan as he felt an arm holding her waist and one hand still on his stomach, making blood on their ears and dizziness increased for a few seconds.



Draco Harry gasped, turning to look at the blond, those eyes struggling to focus clearly on his face.


"Hey, Harry, Draco waved his tone too sharp and his face abnormally flushed as she bent to hold the tan face with both hands, squeezing the glass ice against Harry's cheek, sprinkled with drops of whiskey in an attempt to tan face stopped moving in front of him .


- What are you doing, Malfoy? Ron hissed, spreading a little of both, taking the beer bottle to his lips.


"I come ... I come to congratulate Potter said, leaning back against the warm body tan, yielding in their attempt to stop it moving, looking at red contemptuously. Grimacing
, Ron turned up to see Tom and ask him another beer.


"You ... drunk? Harry asked, opening his eyes comically, making Draco let go a little smile.


- Me? Not at all. How stupid you think so, Harry?


"Harry called me ..." muttered the dark, somewhat stunned, seeing if people in the local was watching. Fortunately, everyone was more interested in their own drinks and celebrations in them.


-Oich, who is he who has been drinking so he does not know what they say? Of course I did not call Harry, Harry, "murmured Draco challenging him, freeing the face of the dark to take the glass to his mouth, without looking at how whiskey splashed the lens of another, missing the shocked and amused grin from his face.


"I've never thus seen drunken burlesque Malfoy hissed Ron, leaning on the table to reach the glass from the bar levitated toward him, laughing undisguised fury to see the face of the blond, reminding Wet dough a new cat, angry that a Malfoy.


"Do not be upset," interrupted Harry, watching Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously, letting out a howl under the notice of the wet and cold hands blonde slip on his neck, looking for warm skin hidden under his robe, light scratches.

Looking at the redhead, grateful that did not notice anything strange with the noise of the pub, grabbed Malfoy's wrist as he stood up and left some sickles on the table, hoping that embarrassment he felt in his face suddenly disappeared.


-Hey, buddy, did you go? Ron asked, noting with a smile how Malfoy was leaning against Harry's body, almost as if for a hug, sure that Dean had seen the sign for him to pull out a picture and then to laugh at the blonde in the office.


"Yes," whispered Harry, tightening his arm around Draco's shoulders, hugging a little more, making for a second, Ron lost his smile. He was certain he had seen Malfoy Harry bite the neck ... but we probably would have dropped his friend at least. Malfoy is knocked out. Bring him to his bedroom and then I'll go to ours, I'm dead. I assume you will go Hermione department? He inquired, holding his wand with one hand and jacket, and the other at Malfoy almost unconsciously under his arm.


"Of course, what better to celebrate with her to pass the degree examination of the Aurors? "Smiled sincerely grateful to finally be able to leave the building common for applicants to Aurora, where he played Malfoy see so often.


"Sure," he murmured, stepping back a few steps, walking towards the door. So tomorrow, we said goodbye rapidly disappearing through the door.

~. ~

"Oh, Draco, you have serious problems," muttered Harry, appearing at the door of her bedroom, slowly releasing its charge against the wall, striking with his stick the handle of the door, grateful to see it opened immediately.

- Really? Asked the blonde, his voice hoarse than usual, watching as it moved one of the beds in the bedroom, pulling the red tunic of the Aurors, and dropping immodestly on mattress throwing shoes everywhere, stretching slowly while watching the dark motionless in the door. What I will do the big bad Auror? He hissed, bending one knee and pulling the edge of the liner trapped under the belt of the pants that forced him to wear Pansy, uttering a hoarse whisper, feeling the cool air hit her hot skin.

"I do not even want to imagine," said Harry, mounted in the bed and captured under him, clutching his wrist while buried his nose in his neck, feeling the faint scent of perfume, scent-impregnated firewhisky.

"Better show me Draco hissed, pushing his hip against the dark, groaned rubbing his erection against Harry.

"Oh, yes," he gasped, kissing him hard, until you feel in your mouth the taste of alcohol, grateful that Ron would not show up at the apartment that night, knowing he would soon have to tell the truth about his relationship with Draco.

-Harry ...

~. ~

-Seamus, Dean, "called Ron, looking at their peers and future colleagues. Both were sitting at the bar, sipping glumly staring at something on the wood.

"Hello, Harry Malfoy was to leave his bedroom? Seamus muttered, drinking a drink that was left in the glass, pointing to Tom to bring him one more.

"Yes, I was so drunk he could hardly stand, but what what happened, the picture that I ordered went wrong? He asked, looking at the camera with the rest of abandoned vessels and face depression.

"I think, Ron, Harry has some things to tell you," Dean said, placing a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly, almost as if to console him for something.

- Will you sleep with Hermione, right? Seamus interrupted, holding in his hands a couple of pictures, looking at length, hesitating delivered.

"Better sit before you see them," added Dean, pushing against a stool and forced him to sit.

"Yes to both, stretching his arm, wanting to see what could be so terrible for kids to act like that.

"I think Harry will not only lead to your bedroom Malfoy Seamus muttered, looking at the red as the eyes opened comically guiding an eye on Dean. Pictured

could see Draco leaning against Harry's body, slowly licking the neck to it, before Harry's hand on his waist went down, pressing hard on one of his buttocks in the form a warning. Just to see repeated over and over again the same sequence.

- Harry!

~. ~ End;)