The Firewhisky In The Punch

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A/N: This quote was taken (again) from Family Guy. In the episode where Stewie "marries" his classmate from the school of arts.

Quote: You stood up before God and all your toys.

Story: You Stood

It was the end of their seventh year and Dumbledore had given the students some of the dungeon rooms to party in. After all, the majority of them had fought in the war and most of them had completed their last year before taking their NEWTs. They all had a reason to celebrate.

Needless to say, some one had brought Firewhisky and some of the Slytherins had brought some heavier spirits. Then, some of the Muggle-borns and half-bloods from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had managed to get a Muggle stereo to work and they had music.

As two a.m. came and went, Harry took a seat and watched his classmates. He was glad he had decided to stop drinking after his second one. It was much more fun to watch them. And maybe ask Hermione and Ron if they were still dating.

"Potter."

Harry looked to his right where he had heard some one slur his name. "Malfoy?"

Draco Malfoy, listing side to side, smiled and tried to look smug. In reality, he rather looked...cute. "Come with me. I've got something to show you."

Harry half smiled and nodded. "All right. Where to?"

Malfoy smirked and tipped his head to where he had thought the door was. "My room. Come on."

Harry put his hand against Malfoy's back and Malfoy smiled gratefully at Harry. "Let's go then."

Stumbling, they managed to make it to the Slytherin dorms and luckily into the common room. It took a good fifteen minutes to get to Malfoy's rooms and when they did, Malfoy shoved Harry off.

"Okay there?" Harry asked as Malfoy almost fell on his face.

Malfoy giggled. "Course I am, Harry." He looked over his shoulder and tried to leer at Harry.

"Now, I've got it here somewhere," Malfoy said as he bent over to rummage in his trunk. Harry told himself that he wasn't looking at Malfoy's arse. Not that it worked, of course.

Malfoy straightened, holding something behind his back. "Get on the bed, please."

Harry shrugged and tried to sit on the bed. Tried to, anyway. Malfoy huffed and pushed Harry until he was settled against the pillows. Smiling, Malfoy straddled Harry's waist. Feeling less comfortable than he had supposed he should have been, Harry raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's going, Malfoy?"

Malfoy pulled out what he had been hiding behind his back. It was a dildo. Harry blushed and looked up at Malfoy who was looking like it was Christmas. "Well? What do you think?"

Harry licked his lips. "It's, uh...big."

Malfoy giggled and got off of Harry, stumbling at the side of the bed. "It is! But it's exactly how big I wanted you to be. If you're not, that's okay!" he added quickly.

Harry gaped. "H-how...big....me?"

Malfoy nodded. "Yes! See Harry," Malfoy hiccuped, "I love you! Loved you for some time! And all I want is for you to bugger me up the arse. Oh, and live happily ever after with me."

Harry was still in shock. "What?"

Malfoy sighed and threw the dildo on the ground. "Harry! I stand here before God and my toys and say to you that I love you!"

Harry shook his head and swung his legs off the side of the bed. "Look, Malfoy. It's late and you've been drinking. How about we talk about this tomorrow, when you've slept some? All right?"

Malfoy screwed up his face in concentration. He finally said, "Only if you stay here with me tonight!"

Harry sighed and considered if any one would even care if he stayed in the Slytherin dorms that night. Malfoy started pouting and Harry couldn't help it. There was just something so...adorable about Malfoy and if Harry was honest, he had been wanting to get closer to the blond wizard ever since the Fiendfyre episode.

So he moved back against the pillows and held out his arms to Malfoy who let out a squeal and jumped into the bed. Harry smirked as Malfoy made himself comfortable, half lying on Harry, and sighed contentedly.

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Draco slowly woke up and wondered who was lying beneath him. Whoever it was, was built nicely and smelled very good. Smiling, he lifted his head and was shocked to see bright emerald eyes staring at him. And the face they were set in was wearing a smile that was...pleasant.

"Potter, what are you doing here?"

Harry smiled. "Funny. You were calling me by my first name last night."

Draco blinked and sat up. He groaned as his hangover made itself known. "What are you doing here?"

Harry chuckled and leaned over the side of the bed. He picked up one of Draco's favorite dildos. "This is what I'm doing here."

Draco narrowed his eyes, focusing on the crystal clear object in Harry's hand. "What?"

"You stood up before God and all your toys that I am the object of your affection."

"It's true," Blaise said as he sat up. "You did. Now, please, shut up. Some of us are still sleeping."

Draco sighed and grabbed a hangover potion from his bedside table. After he could feel it start to take affect, he grabbed Harry's hand and lead him out to the dungeon hallway.

"All right, this is what we're going to do," Draco said. "We're going to forget last night ever happened."

Harry smirked and backed Draco against the wall. "No, we're not. I think this could be a new start for us." He kissed Draco gently.

Draco licked his lips. "Really?"

Harry nodded. "Really."