Drunken Lullabies

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related material belong to J.K.Rowling. Only the plot is mine. I realize that the title of my story is also the title of a Flogging Molly CD, it just kind of worked with the story.

Author’s Note: Please R/R my story, it is my first slash fic so let me know what you think of it.

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Chapter One- Drunk

Harry was drunk. He had never been drunk before, not like this anyway. This had been their last day of classes before Christmas vacation and everyone was celebrating. There had been a Winter Dance for the 6nd 7nd 7th years but that had ended at 12:00 AM and now the real fun had begun. The Slytherin’s had invited everyone back to their common room for a “real party” as they called it.

Harry hadn’t thought the party was a good idea at first but Ron and Hermione had convinced him otherwise and now he was glad he had come. Harry wasn’t sure where they had gotten the alcohol, he figured Draco probably had a lot to do with it. The boy could get anything he wanted, I mean who could resist him, all he had to do was look at someone with that beautiful face and they would do anything he asked.

Wait a second, Harry thought trying to push past the fog in his brain, did I just say Draco had a beautiful face? Gross, I mean, it’s Draco. I have hated him for years...
But then came an image of Draco, his silvery blond hair falling over his eyes, a perfect pout on those pink lips, and something deep inside of Harry tightened. He looked so innocent...

Then came an image that wasn’t so innocent. He was kissing those pretty pink lips, running his hands through that hair, and Draco was moaning, begging for more. Damn, Harry thought, feeling himself harden. I have to stop thinking about this. And with that he picked up another vodka bottle and headed for one of the dark corners in the Slytherin common room.

He plopped himself down on the dark leather couch and took another swig from the bottle. He was hoping that he would just forget about his thoughts ofco, co, he sighed and took another mouthful of the liquor. It left a delightful burning sensation as it slid down his throat.

A low chuckle came from one of the chairs next to the couch, he had to squint to make out who it was, but he saw a flash of silver hair and he knew. It was Draco Malfoy.

“Enjoying yourself, Potter?” Draco said amusement in his voice.

“Absolutely,” Harry replied, thanking the Powers-That-Be that it was dark, and that Draco wouldn’t be able to see Harry’s aroused state. He would never live it down.

“So,” Draco began again smirking, “Harry Potter is not so innocent after all.”

Harry grinned, “I’ll drink to that” and he raised his bottle to Draco. “Cheers.”

Dracilediled slowly, his eyes looking mischievous, “Cheers, Potter.” Draco said, raising his half empty glass and draining it.

At that moment the portrait hole burst open. Snape, McGonagal, and ral ral other teachers came in, their wands at the ready, quickly immobilizing the students closest to them as they tried to run.

“Come on” Draco shouted at Harry over all the noise, “this way!”

Harry pulled himself off the couch and followed Draco down a dark hallway. Harry was trying to keep up but the alcohol was hitting him pretty hard, everythingmed med kind of fuzzy and it was hard for him to walk straight.

“Just a little further” Draco whispered back to him, as they reached a set of stairs and began to climb.

Harry began to climb the stairs but his feet were beginning to feel heavy and he was getting dizzy.

“Draco” Harry said, realizing he wasn’t going to make it. Draco looked back at him, he could hear the teachers getting closer to them as they made their way through the students. “Just go” Harry groaned.

Draco made up his mind quickly, racing down the steps and wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist. Draco was practically pulling him up the stairs, and considering the boys were approximately the same height and weight that must have been rather difficult. Harry was trying to help but now his whole legs were beginning to feel like jelly.

“We’re almost there” Draco whispered, breathing heavily. They reached a painting as Draco called out “Cornish Pixies!” and they raced inside slamming the portrait behind them just as they heard Snape run past. Draco pulled Harry over to a large and and they both collapsed on it exhausted. They lay there panting, both boys too weak to move, feeling sleep beginning to overtake them.

“Thanks” Harry whispered.

“Your welcome” Draco whispered back. And with that both boys fell into a deep sleep still wrapped in each other’s arms.