Blame it on the Firewhiskey

-Flashback-

Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin at Quidditch, again. It had been for the Cup, and it was our 7th year. Our last chance.

I had gotten so depressed, and decided to drown my sorrows in a nice big bottle of Firewhiskey. I had been in the broom shed by the field, everywhere else in the bloody castle and grounds full of celebrating Gryffindors, or anyone who wasn\'t a Slytherin for that matter.

I was just beginning to feel the effects, when I heard someone outside the door. A familiar voice filled my ears.Well, it wasn\'t really a voice; it was more of a highly intoxicated laugh. What he was laughing about, to this day I have no idea, but he was.

The door to my hiding place swung open, Golden Boy in my line of view. His hand was clasped around his Firebolt, having not brought it in right after the game. Of course, all the bloody Gryffindors wanted to speculate and view the broom that had won them the game.

His eyes narrowed, then widened towards me, as if deciding how he felt about finding me here. Oh, yeah he was drunk.

\"Potter,\" I slurred out, \"Would you just put that thing away and leave me alone? I\'m mourning here.\"

A innocent, a little too innocent, smile appeared on his face. He walked fully into the shed, door slamming shut behind him.

\"Okay, Malfoy,\" he replied, equally as slurred. He walked towards me, where the brooms were all lined up, and propped his up against the others. He turned on his heel, and pushed on the door...except nothing happened. He turned to me, and blinked, \"It won\'t open\"

\"Obviously, you are just not strong enough,\" I replied, standing up with a stumble. I made my way to the door, and also pushed. Still, nothing.

Now, if I had been drunk before, by this time I was completly smashed. I fell to the floor, my legs not holding up anymore. I looked up at him, in time to see his head tilt to one side and slip down beside me. He placed a comforting hand on top of mine.

\"Now Draco,\" he said with concern, and I blinked at his use of \'Draco\'. \"It\'s okay that you\'re not strong enough either.\"

I rolled my eyes, here I thought he was going to say somthing nice. I pushed his hand off mine, the touch doing weird things to my body. It must have been my intoxication, I had thought. I sure was wrong.

I watched with wonder as Harry\'s eyes were clouded with rejection. He was staring at his hands, which I had thrown back at him, as if they were burned instead. He shook his head, as if to forger whatever had been on his mind, and simply stated,\"We\'re stuck.\"

\"Give the man a prize,\" I replied sarcastically,\"I may be drunk, but I\'m not stupid.\"

His eyes rolled as he retorted,\"Do you always have to be like that? So sarcastic and condensending?\"

I shrugged, smirk on my lips yet again,\"Yes, it\'s in my job description. It\'s right up there with: Make Potter\'s life a living Hell.\"

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked me in the eyes. \"That\'s not true. I think this is out first conversation all year.\"

I looked away from his piercing gaze. He was right, I hadn\'t spoken a word, not even if they had said somthing to me first. I had been having...weird thoughts about my companion over the summer, and I wasn\'t sure how I felt about him anymore.

\"I have more important things to do,\" I replied lamely.

He shook his head, a slight smile on his face,\"You\'ll never change.\"

My head twisted towards his again, in pure disbelief. Maybe to the rest of the word I was the same, but I had changed. I had changed completly. \"You know nothing, Potter.\"

His head tilted and any hint of a smile vanished from his face. \"Enlighten me,\" he responded.

I rolled my eyes, how stupid was he? \"Are you kidding me? I am no way near drunk enough for that.\"

Sometime ago, it seemed, both of our drunkenness had worn off. I looked around and finally I saw what was left of my six bottles of Firewhiskey. I had three left, and that was just fine. I got up, and grabbed two of them and threw one at Potter, who caught it with ease. Damn him and his seeker reflexes.

We opened them simultaniously, and downed about a forth of it. The silky taste burned my throat and I sat, and waited for it to take some effect. We sat in silence, not knowing what to say. We countinued to drink and in a period of no one than ten minutes, our bottles were empty.

I saw his eyes haze over and I knew mine matched. He showed me a drunken smile.

\"Now what, Draco?\" he asked and giggled girlishly.

I covered my mouth with my hand as my own giggle came from my lips. \"You sound like a girl, Potter.\"

He gave me a quizical look,\"Potter? My name is not Potter. Harry, that\'s my name.\"

\"Harry,\" I tested on my tounge. It sounded like I was meant to say it. That name graced my lips and it felt as if I said anyother name, it wouldn\'t be so. Harry, Harry, Harry. \"Harry.\"

He looked at me, and my mind reeled. His hair was even more messed up than usual. It had a look that screamed: Just fucked. It made me wish I had been doing the fucking. My eyes moved lower and his eyes caught mine. Green had always been one of my favorite colors, I was in Slytherin after all, but this green...this green was in a league all it\'s own. Again my eyes lowered to his cute little nose, and then finally they rested on his mouth. His lips were parted slightly and his tounge chose, at that moment, to slide across them. I couldn\'t take it anymore.

As my cock lost it\'s battle with my body, my mind lost the battle with my heart.

My hands shoke as I cupped his face with them, and I pulled my lips to his in a drunken, sloppy kiss. Our eyes were open and we wacthed eachother. After a moment his eyes took on that look of pure innocence and he rubbed his tounge across my lips, as he had been doing to his own not a minute before. My lips parted, though I had not given my consent, and my mouth was invaded by my enemy\'s tounge.

His eyes, still locked on mine, turned from drunken, to lust filled. His hand took one of mine off his face, and moved it to just above his pants, before putting it on the fabic. Even with his pants in the way, I could still feel his hard and throbbing member.

My hand wrapped around his now completly alert cock, still not breaking the kiss, and applied pressure, going from hardly any to so hard he had to throw his head and moan. I loved to feel him contort under my hand, his moans of pleasure driving me, almost, over the edge. After about ten minutes of this continuous pressure and pleasure, a could tell an orgasm rackled his body as he gave a particualrly loud moan.

I had just given Harry Potter, subject of my dreams for months, a hand-job. And the weirdest part was, that this was no dream and he was allowing, if not encouraging, it.
A few moments later, after his breathing as well as mine went back to normal, we took the risk of looking at eachother. I was dreading to see a look that said \'What the fuck?\' and was over joyed when I saw a look that said \'Finally\'

\"Why did you do that?\" he asked curiously, his eyes telling me he was not asking in a way that said,\'I wish you hadn\'t\'

\"Blame it on the Firewhiskey,\" I muttered, refusing to admit the truth. I would tell him, eventually, but not now.

A smirk appeared on his face. Uh-oh, Potter with a smirk. A voice in my head screamed at me,\'Malfoy get the fuck out of there.\' But, since when do I listen to anyone that knows what they are talking about?

\"That\'s not true,\" his smirk widened,\"I heard you\"

I blinked,\"You heard me? What did you hear?\"

He leaned into my ear, like he was about to tell me a secret. \"Well, you really should put on a silencing charm the next time you want to jack off in the broom closet on the 4th floor.\"

With that said, he stood up, going for the door. Why he even tried, I have no idea. By some miracle, however, the door opened. It was as if it was keeping us there until we did what it wanted. Flashing me a smirk all too familair to my own, he left me, shocked and embaressed, on the floor of the Qudditch storage closet.

-End Flashback-


Author Note:

Hehe, I got my review and I posted fast! I was so excited! Thanks for the reviews I\'ve gotten so far!! As for the paragraphing, I didn\'t really do it for an effect, It just happened that way. I may fix it later.

This isn\'t the end, just so everyone knows. I have some ideas, but as of yet nothing written. I\'ll try to get somthing up really soon! Review please, and as before criticism is welcomed.