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Well, I Never!
Chapter Number/Total: 37/44
Chapter Title: Well, I Never!
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Draco woke up, still curled against Harry. He lay quiet with his eyes closed, unsure of what he should say or do now.
Harry had simply lain there, trying to think of anything but what Draco had told him as the blond slept, but he couldn't think of anything else. It was still so much for him to take in. He sighed, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular as his mind provided him with a hundred images of Lucius Malfoy. There was such a hatred, he couldn't even put it into words, not even inside his own head.
"Harry?" Draco whispered, still not moving.
Harry looked down at Draco, but then back to the wall. "Hmm?" he asked quietly.
Draco huffed and didn't say anything. Harry seemed distant and he knew it was his fault.
Harry frowned. "You up?" he asked, tightening his arm around Draco a bit.
"Awake," Draco answered, his head still resting on Harry's chest.
Harry sighed again. Was he just supposed to act normal now? He didn't know if they were supposed to talk about it or not. He thought for a moment. "You want to get cleaned up and go back downstairs?" he asked.
Draco shrugged but sat up and climbed out of bed. He was still wearing his robe. He picked up the knife from where Harry had flung it and set it on his own trunk.
Harry watched Draco and didn't make any move to get up. He wanted to ask if they were okay, but he could sort of feel that they were and he didn't want Draco to think he was unsure. He offered a small smile. "You want to give me a kiss?" he asked.
"You going to come get it?" Draco teased, trying to feel more normal again.
Harry's smile grew as he climbed out of bed. He walked over to Draco and pulled him down for a kiss and then rested their foreheads together and simply hugged him for a few moments.
Draco smiled softly, still feeling uncertain, but happy to have the comfort of Harry holding him.
"I love you," Harry whispered, kissing Draco again, trying to make him see that he still felt very much the same about him. He really didn't think there was anything that could make him stop loving him.
"I love you," Draco said quietly. "I ..." he trailed off, shrugging.
"You can tell me anything," said Harry seriously, but he didn't press.
Draco shrugged again. "Charms or shower?" he asked.
"I'm not feeling particularly dirty, but I'll take a shower if you want," Harry said, pecking Draco on the lips again.
"Charms," said Draco, pulling his wand and doing them, before looking around for where he had tossed his clothes... Was that only a couple hours ago?
"Yeah, let's go," said Harry and he turned and headed out of the bedroom.
He checked the study, but the three Weasleys and Hermione had moved into the sitting room. When Harry walked in, Fred and George both grinned wickedly at him and chuckled.
"Have fun?" asked Fred.
Harry rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure if he was in the mood to be teased.
"So now that we are all trapped here," Draco said, "is there a plan?"
"What exactly do you mean by plan?" asked Fred, shrugging.
Draco looked to Harry, smiling. He walked into the room and sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch. He then held out a hand to Harry, gesturing for him to join him. He kept his face neutral with a hint of amusement and looked toward Fred. "Something amusing, I hope."
Harry hesitated a moment as he stared at Draco a bit oddly, but then moved forward and sat next to him.
The twins both smiled at Draco's words. "Oh, we can do amusing," they said in unison.
Harry raised an eyebrow, sitting rather close to Draco.
Draco laid and arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him close. "I am sure you can," Draco said with that classic drawl.
Harry smiled softly and relaxed against Draco, actually relieved to hear that drawling voice. We're okay, he told himself. We're okay.
"We could play chess," said Ron, leaning back against the couch.
Fred made a face. "Amusing, Ron, not boring," he said.
"Hey, chess isn't boring. You just don't like it because you've never been able to beat me," said Ron smugly.
Fred rolled his eyes.
Draco snorted. "I like chess and I wouldn't call it amusing," he said. "What did you two have in mind?"
Fred and George looked between each other and chuckled. "We'll leave the more... crude... suggestions at bay for Ron's sake," said George.
Ron scowled.
"Well, there are only six of us here and we can't go outside," said Fred. "I might have suggested Quidditch at the Burrow."
"I wouldn't play Quidditch even if we could go outside," said Hermione, making a face.
Harry sighed. A good fly sounded very agreeable right then. "Can't we just play a game or something?" he asked.
"There's always good ol' Exploding Snap," said George with a shrug.
"How about something a bit more ... challenging," Draco drawled, feeling like he needed something to distract himself right now.
Fred and George smirked and chuckled again.
"Let's play I've Never," said George simply. "We know where Mundungus kept his stash of alcohol here."
"Alcohol?" asked Hermione, frowning.
"Oh, come on," said Fred. "Don't tell me you've never played I've Never."
"I've never played that," she said, still frowning.
Fred raised eyebrows at her. "We all sit in a circle and we each take a turn telling things we've never done before. If you have done what someone says they haven't done, you take a shot of Firewhiskey. Simple enough. Oh, and you'll be forced to take the shot because we're not going to take your word for it. We're playing the real way if we're going to play at all."
"Firewhiskey?" asked Hermione, looking sceptical and a bit wary.
"Oh, you're all of age," said George, rolling his eyes.
Ron looked excited and smiled, nodding his head.
Harry shrugged and looked at Draco.
“Good," Draco said, smiling. "We played that game in Slytherin. It's great."
Fred grinned. "Alright, we'll play that then. Hermione?"
Hermione sat for a minute, still frowning and then sighed. "Alright, but - Oh never mind. Yes, alright, I'll play."
"Great," said George. "I'll just hop up and get what we need." He got to his feet and left the room.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek and stared at him. "You sure you want to play?" he asked, not wanting Draco to do anything because he felt he had to.
Draco looked at his lover seriously for a moment. "Yes." He smiled. "I like this game."
Harry nodded and smiled a bit before he pecked Draco on the lips. He allowed himself to relax a little more. Perhaps this drinking game was a good idea.
George was back in a few minutes with a bottle of Firewhiskey and a few short glasses. He sat on the floor next to Harry, and Fred moved down next to him. Ron and Hermione moved to the floor as well and then George handed the glasses out and filled each one up.
Fred raised his wand. "We all agreed to play, right?" They all nodded and Fred cast the spell.
"You start, Ron," said George. "That way everyone can have a drink."
Ron scowled again and rolled his eyes. "I've never... kissed a bloke."
Fred, George, Hermione, and Harry picked their glasses up and drained them automatically. Harry coughed as the liquid burned it's way down his throat. Draco downed the drink and smiled, feeling the burn relaxing him.
"You've kissed blokes?!" Ron asked Fred and George, eyes wide.
The twins shrugged. "Sure. Wasn't too bad," said Fred fairly as he refilled the glasses.
Ron looked scared almost.
Fred rolled his eyes. "I've never touched Hermione's tits," he said scathingly.
Ron and Hermione both drank.
Hermione spluttered and turned red. "It almost hurts on the way down!" she said, seeming to try to take attention from what Fred had just said.
George snorted. "You've never had Firewhiskey before?"
Hermione shook her head.
"Ooh, better take it easy then," said Fred, smirking.
"As if I have a choice!" said Hermione indignantly.
The twins chuckled again.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Gryffindors! How did you two survive such a repressed group?!" he asked the twins.
Fred laughed. "You just got to find the right ones," he said. "Like Harry here." He slapped Harry on the back.
Ron wrinkled his nose.
"Oh, yes." Draco smirked. "He learns quickly."
Harry raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
The twins snickered. "I believe every word of that," said Fred.
George sighed happily. "I've never... um... Wow, there aren't many things I haven't done." He laughed. "I've never had a threesome."
Draco turned pink and downed his drink, not looking Harry in the eyes.
Harry couldn't say he was shocked, but he did clear his throat oddly.
"Damn," said Fred, looking at Draco with respect. "There really isn't anything you haven't done, is there?"
"A few things," Draco said cautiously, "but it isn't my turn."
"Nope, my turn," said Harry quickly, kissing Draco on the cheek. "I've never... hmm... I've never fucked a girl."
Fred, George, and Ron drank.
Draco downed another one, sighing and starting to feel a bit drunk. "Is it my turn?" he asked and then nodded. "Um, what have I not done?" He was trying to think and the images in his mind were definitely getting to him.
Fred, George and Harry were still all staring at Ron with widened eyes.
"While you think, I'd like to know who exactly my little brother has fucked," said George. He looked over at Hermione, who's face could not have been redder.
"I think that's answer enough," said Fred, looking at Hermione as well.
Hermione opened her mouth, but then closed it again, covering her face with her hands as the twins laughed.
Harry turned his attention back to Draco, grinning and shaking his head.
Draco held the glass up and smiled. "I have never hand a man's hand up my arse to his wrist."
Harry's eyes widened before he reached for his glass and drained it. He turned very, very red. He could actually feel his ears burning.
"Holy fucking shit!" said Fred, mouth hanging open.
Ron squirmed as if he could feel a hand up his own arse.
"Shit, didn't that hurt, mate?" asked George.
Words failed Harry as he looked up at everyone.
Draco sputtered, laughing hard and flushing red himself.
"What the hell do you two get up to?" asked George. "You boggle me. As soon as I think there's nothing else to tell, you pull something like that out of your arse! No pun intended."
Fred laughed loudly at that.
Harry still had trouble himself working out how that had fit up there. He swallowed and stared at the floor.
Draco rolled his eyes, sill blushing. That was the first round he hadn't had to drink. "So, next?"
"That would be Hermione," said Fred, grinning.
Hermione looked around at everyone, still a bit red from when Harry had gone. "I've never had sex in front of people," she said, staring hard at Harry and Draco.
Harry tipped the shot back and was starting to feel drunk too. He relaxed against Draco more and smiled.
Draco shook his head, downing another shot. "Cheap shot," he slurred.
Hermione gave a small snort.
Fred and George exchanged wicked glances.
"I've never sucked cock," said Ron.
Harry, Fred and George drank.
"Stop trying to prove your heterosexuality, Ron," said Harry, the words sounding funny to him, and so he laughed a bit.
"Too easy," Draco agreed, drinking again and leaning against Harry. The last time he had played this game in the Slytherin dungeons was before he had gotten together with Harry. He hadn't had as many experiences then.
"What the hell have you two done?!" Ron asked his brothers.
"Nose out Ron," said Fred, laughing. "I've never deliberately pissed on anyone."
Ron drank and the entire room erupted in laughter.
"It isn't the way you're thinking!" said Ron. "And you know it!" he said to Fred and George.
That didn't stop the twins from laughing and Harry was laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
"I went on Percy because he told Mum that it was me who ate that stupid cake she made. I was bloody six years old!"
Draco laughed too but, thankfully, didn't drink. That was reassuring, he thought.
"I've never had sex so loud I broke a Silencing Charm," said George with a loud laugh.
Fred and Harry drank and Harry realised that it didn't really hurt going down anymore. Either that or he didn't notice it.
"I remember that night," said George to Fred. "Who was that with again?"
Fred waggled his eyebrows. "Good ol' Angelina," he said smugly.
Draco frowned, considering. "Does it count if I wasn't the one being so loud?" he asked.
Harry laughed.
George shrugged and snorted. "Guess not. You didn't have to drink."
"I've never..." Harry tried to think of something and laughed again. Everything seemed so funny! "I've never - nope, done that." Another laugh. "I've never... stared at my own arsehole in a mirror." He dissolved in giggles.
Fred and George both drank.
"You try doing our jobs and never have to look at your arsehole!" said Fred, laughing loudly.
Draco blushed and took a drink. Harry laughed and laughed and laughed until he couldn't even remember what he was laughing at.
"Your turn, Draco," said George a bit too loudly than he needed.
Even Hermione was grinning around at everyone.
"Oh, bullocks," Draco cursed. "Don't know if can remember what I've not done," he complained, leaning more on Harry. "I've never worn a gag during sex," he finally came up with.
Fred and Harry drank to that one.
"Angelina," Fred said simply with a wicked grin.
"That prat right there," said Harry after a few seconds, pointing to Draco. At least, that's what he thought he said, it came out rather jumbled, but he didn't much care. He didn't much care about anything at the moment.
"I've never been drunk while playing a ridiculous game called I've Never," Hermione said, shaking her head.
Fred, George and Harry drank. Ron looked sadly at his glass. Harry began laughing again and actually slipped sideways and fell into Draco's lap.
Draco had just been about to drink when Harry fell into him and he ended up spilling it all over the man in his lap. He had the ridiculous urge to try to lick it up and started doing just that.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed. He reached up and grasped Draco's hair and brought their mouths together. He could taste the alcohol in Draco's mouth and he thrust his tongue inside. Was someone trying to say something to him? He didn't know.
Draco's entire attention was on that lovely mouth and tongue. He dropped the shot glass and reached his arms around Harry, pulling him in very close.
Harry moaned and moved so that he was sitting up again and leaning heavily against the couch as he snogged Draco. He wanted to grab his cock and so he thought, why not, and did.
Draco moaned loudly when Harry grabbed his erection and trembled, his hand sliding down to grab his arse.
"Mmmm, I wanna fuck," Harry said as he squeezed Draco through his trousers, not bothering to lower his voice at all. He was vaguely aware of someone leaving the room, but not really. Where was he again? Ah, yes, with Draco. He licked Draco's tongue slowly.
Draco moaned his approval of this plan, thrusting up again and running his hand to the front of Harry's trousers as well.
Harry hissed into Draco's mouth when his own cock was touched. "I wanna fuck righ' now," he said, leaning into Draco.
"Yes, fuck me," Draco gasped, fumbling to unfasten Harry's trousers. It was a difficult task to do with one hand to begin with, let alone drunk.
Harry moaned again and tried to get Draco's trousers undone as well. He managed after a bit and began tugging on them, wanting nothing but to fuck that tight arse.
Draco gave up with Harry's fasteners and helped with his own instead. He hadn't put on shoes. Then he tugged Harry's trousers. "Off," he urged.
Harry tried to move quickly, but fumbled around a lot. He finally managed to get his pants down and off and then he was on Draco like lightning, grinding their groins together.
Draco fell back the now empty sofa as Harry pressed into him. He surrendered, trembling as it appeared that a drunk Harry was an aggressive one.
Harry kissed and sucked Draco's mouth and then along his neck as he continued to rub against him. Was there something else he was supposed to be doing? He couldn't remember.
Draco arched his neck, allowing his head to fall back on the sofa, his hand reaching for Harry's cock. He wrapped long fingers around that warm flesh.
"Ngh," Harry groaned as Draco touched him. "Wanna fuck you," he moaned, gripping tightly at the material of Draco's shirt at his shoulders.
"Yes, yours," Draco gasped. "How?"
"Huh?" Harry moaned as he continued thrusting into Draco's hand. He tried to think of a response to Draco's question.
Draco stopped moving his hand, holding him tight. "How ... do ... you... want ... me?" he asked slowly.
Harry groaned as Draco's hand stilled and he thought for a minute, slightly confused. He finally pushed away from Draco and simply grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him onto his back before pushing his legs apart and taking his place in between them. "Lube," he said, reaching dry fingers down to press against Draco's entrance.
Draco knew he was really drunk, the room swimming a bit as Harry pushed him down to the carpet. He pushed up with his feet onto Harry's fingers.
Harry knew he needed lube and he couldn't think of where it was. All he could really think of was Draco beneath him and surrounding his two fingers slightly with his tight heat. "Oh, fuuck," he said, panting. Where the fuck was that frustrating substance?
Draco flailed one hand out, finding his own wand. He had been practising a new spell, but doing it drunk was a bit tricky. "Hold out hand," he told Harry.
It took Harry a second, but then he held his free hand out, even as he wiggled his busy fingers.
Draco concentrated on the words of the new spell and tapped Harry's hand. Suddenly, the palm had a large dollop of lube in the centre.
"Brillian'," Harry said happily as he pulled his fingers away from Draco and coated them. He slid the slick digits in and out a few times before he grew impatient and slicked his cock messily, managing to get the lubricant all over his lower abdomen. He grasped his cock and aimed it at Draco's entrance, slipping and sliding as he tried to push in. He finally got it and groaned loudly as he sheathed himself in that wonderful tightness.
Draco giggled a bit as Harry fumbled and then groaned loudly as he pushed in too quickly. Harry's magic felt different drunk, although Draco couldn't have said if it was because he was drunk himself or because Harry was. But it was more erratic, with a kind of swirling pattern. Draco closed his eyes and watched the swirling on his eyelids.
"Tight," Harry gasped as he pulled out again. "Tight, fuckin' tight." He began thrusting, his rhythm uneven and strange, but it certainly felt good to him. As far as he could tell, he was a sex expert and fucking Draco with careful precision.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, the thrusts inside him making the patterns of magic swirl faster. It was making him dizzy but it felt really good.
Harry tried to focus his eyes on Draco's face, but it wouldn't work. He kept his hips moving, trying to go faster as Draco's chanting encouraged him. He felt sort of dizzy and light-headed, but it didn't deter him.
"I... never ... been ... fucked... while... drunk ... before..." Draco giggled, spreading his legs even wider.
Harry laughed sort of strangely and stupidly at that and leaned down to kiss Draco sloppily, still thrusting into him with no pattern whatsoever.
Draco opened his mouth to Harry, eyes still closed as he shivered at the feeling of Harry's body pressing over his.
Harry slid their tongues and lips together and had never had a messier kiss. "S'good," he slurred, strings of slick saliva between their mouths.
Draco's tongue played with Harry's and he fumbled with his hand until he was able to reach between them and wrap his fingers around his own cock.
Harry sucked wetly at Draco's mouth and a few more thrusts later, his orgasm took him by complete surprise and he came with a loud grunt, eyes going out of focus even more. His arms, which were holding him up, shook, and it was a wonder he was able to support himself.
Draco couldn't tell if he was coming or not, but it didn't really matter since Harry's magic was doing some weird but wonderful things to his entire body. He trembled and shuddered and giggled again.
Harry was gasping and panting as he continued to try and hold himself up, but he lost that battle and fell on top of Draco, a dopey grin on his lips. "S'good," he said again with a giggle of his own.
"Ooff," was all Draco managed as Harry fell on him. He wiggled a bit, trying to get comfortable.
Harry adjusted himself and slipped out of Draco unintentionally, but he didn't move off of him. His skin felt too good against his own.
"Floor," Draco said, realising that's what they were on and that it wasn't very comfortable to be pressed into.
Harry thought for a moment. "Couch?" he asked, lifting his head up and looking around the room.
Draco opened his eyes, looking up too. "Yeah," he said, still a bit out of breath.
Harry nodded, or at least tried to, and attempted to push himself up. He wobbled to his knees and nearly lost his balance as he gripped the edge of the couch tightly and pulled himself up on it that way. He collapsed on it on his back with a grunt and closed his eyes.
Draco lay panting on the floor and wondering if he had the energy to move. He could breath better now without Harry's weight pressing into him. Maybe he should just pass out here, he thought.
"Drey?" Harry asked, only managing half of Draco's name.
Any other time, Draco would not have answered to it. As it was, he could barely remember his own name at the moment. "Mmm?" he responded.
"What're you doin'?" Harry asked, his eyes still closed.
"Waiting for the room," Draco answered.
"Oh," said Harry, although he had not the faintest clue what Draco was talking about.
Chapter Title: Well, I Never!
Words: 3885 Words
Draco woke up, still curled against Harry. He lay quiet with his eyes closed, unsure of what he should say or do now.
Harry had simply lain there, trying to think of anything but what Draco had told him as the blond slept, but he couldn't think of anything else. It was still so much for him to take in. He sighed, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular as his mind provided him with a hundred images of Lucius Malfoy. There was such a hatred, he couldn't even put it into words, not even inside his own head.
"Harry?" Draco whispered, still not moving.
Harry looked down at Draco, but then back to the wall. "Hmm?" he asked quietly.
Draco huffed and didn't say anything. Harry seemed distant and he knew it was his fault.
Harry frowned. "You up?" he asked, tightening his arm around Draco a bit.
"Awake," Draco answered, his head still resting on Harry's chest.
Harry sighed again. Was he just supposed to act normal now? He didn't know if they were supposed to talk about it or not. He thought for a moment. "You want to get cleaned up and go back downstairs?" he asked.
Draco shrugged but sat up and climbed out of bed. He was still wearing his robe. He picked up the knife from where Harry had flung it and set it on his own trunk.
Harry watched Draco and didn't make any move to get up. He wanted to ask if they were okay, but he could sort of feel that they were and he didn't want Draco to think he was unsure. He offered a small smile. "You want to give me a kiss?" he asked.
"You going to come get it?" Draco teased, trying to feel more normal again.
Harry's smile grew as he climbed out of bed. He walked over to Draco and pulled him down for a kiss and then rested their foreheads together and simply hugged him for a few moments.
Draco smiled softly, still feeling uncertain, but happy to have the comfort of Harry holding him.
"I love you," Harry whispered, kissing Draco again, trying to make him see that he still felt very much the same about him. He really didn't think there was anything that could make him stop loving him.
"I love you," Draco said quietly. "I ..." he trailed off, shrugging.
"You can tell me anything," said Harry seriously, but he didn't press.
Draco shrugged again. "Charms or shower?" he asked.
"I'm not feeling particularly dirty, but I'll take a shower if you want," Harry said, pecking Draco on the lips again.
"Charms," said Draco, pulling his wand and doing them, before looking around for where he had tossed his clothes... Was that only a couple hours ago?
"Yeah, let's go," said Harry and he turned and headed out of the bedroom.
He checked the study, but the three Weasleys and Hermione had moved into the sitting room. When Harry walked in, Fred and George both grinned wickedly at him and chuckled.
"Have fun?" asked Fred.
Harry rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure if he was in the mood to be teased.
"So now that we are all trapped here," Draco said, "is there a plan?"
"What exactly do you mean by plan?" asked Fred, shrugging.
Draco looked to Harry, smiling. He walked into the room and sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch. He then held out a hand to Harry, gesturing for him to join him. He kept his face neutral with a hint of amusement and looked toward Fred. "Something amusing, I hope."
Harry hesitated a moment as he stared at Draco a bit oddly, but then moved forward and sat next to him.
The twins both smiled at Draco's words. "Oh, we can do amusing," they said in unison.
Harry raised an eyebrow, sitting rather close to Draco.
Draco laid and arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him close. "I am sure you can," Draco said with that classic drawl.
Harry smiled softly and relaxed against Draco, actually relieved to hear that drawling voice. We're okay, he told himself. We're okay.
"We could play chess," said Ron, leaning back against the couch.
Fred made a face. "Amusing, Ron, not boring," he said.
"Hey, chess isn't boring. You just don't like it because you've never been able to beat me," said Ron smugly.
Fred rolled his eyes.
Draco snorted. "I like chess and I wouldn't call it amusing," he said. "What did you two have in mind?"
Fred and George looked between each other and chuckled. "We'll leave the more... crude... suggestions at bay for Ron's sake," said George.
Ron scowled.
"Well, there are only six of us here and we can't go outside," said Fred. "I might have suggested Quidditch at the Burrow."
"I wouldn't play Quidditch even if we could go outside," said Hermione, making a face.
Harry sighed. A good fly sounded very agreeable right then. "Can't we just play a game or something?" he asked.
"There's always good ol' Exploding Snap," said George with a shrug.
"How about something a bit more ... challenging," Draco drawled, feeling like he needed something to distract himself right now.
Fred and George smirked and chuckled again.
"Let's play I've Never," said George simply. "We know where Mundungus kept his stash of alcohol here."
"Alcohol?" asked Hermione, frowning.
"Oh, come on," said Fred. "Don't tell me you've never played I've Never."
"I've never played that," she said, still frowning.
Fred raised eyebrows at her. "We all sit in a circle and we each take a turn telling things we've never done before. If you have done what someone says they haven't done, you take a shot of Firewhiskey. Simple enough. Oh, and you'll be forced to take the shot because we're not going to take your word for it. We're playing the real way if we're going to play at all."
"Firewhiskey?" asked Hermione, looking sceptical and a bit wary.
"Oh, you're all of age," said George, rolling his eyes.
Ron looked excited and smiled, nodding his head.
Harry shrugged and looked at Draco.
“Good," Draco said, smiling. "We played that game in Slytherin. It's great."
Fred grinned. "Alright, we'll play that then. Hermione?"
Hermione sat for a minute, still frowning and then sighed. "Alright, but - Oh never mind. Yes, alright, I'll play."
"Great," said George. "I'll just hop up and get what we need." He got to his feet and left the room.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek and stared at him. "You sure you want to play?" he asked, not wanting Draco to do anything because he felt he had to.
Draco looked at his lover seriously for a moment. "Yes." He smiled. "I like this game."
Harry nodded and smiled a bit before he pecked Draco on the lips. He allowed himself to relax a little more. Perhaps this drinking game was a good idea.
George was back in a few minutes with a bottle of Firewhiskey and a few short glasses. He sat on the floor next to Harry, and Fred moved down next to him. Ron and Hermione moved to the floor as well and then George handed the glasses out and filled each one up.
Fred raised his wand. "We all agreed to play, right?" They all nodded and Fred cast the spell.
"You start, Ron," said George. "That way everyone can have a drink."
Ron scowled again and rolled his eyes. "I've never... kissed a bloke."
Fred, George, Hermione, and Harry picked their glasses up and drained them automatically. Harry coughed as the liquid burned it's way down his throat. Draco downed the drink and smiled, feeling the burn relaxing him.
"You've kissed blokes?!" Ron asked Fred and George, eyes wide.
The twins shrugged. "Sure. Wasn't too bad," said Fred fairly as he refilled the glasses.
Ron looked scared almost.
Fred rolled his eyes. "I've never touched Hermione's tits," he said scathingly.
Ron and Hermione both drank.
Hermione spluttered and turned red. "It almost hurts on the way down!" she said, seeming to try to take attention from what Fred had just said.
George snorted. "You've never had Firewhiskey before?"
Hermione shook her head.
"Ooh, better take it easy then," said Fred, smirking.
"As if I have a choice!" said Hermione indignantly.
The twins chuckled again.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Gryffindors! How did you two survive such a repressed group?!" he asked the twins.
Fred laughed. "You just got to find the right ones," he said. "Like Harry here." He slapped Harry on the back.
Ron wrinkled his nose.
"Oh, yes." Draco smirked. "He learns quickly."
Harry raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
The twins snickered. "I believe every word of that," said Fred.
George sighed happily. "I've never... um... Wow, there aren't many things I haven't done." He laughed. "I've never had a threesome."
Draco turned pink and downed his drink, not looking Harry in the eyes.
Harry couldn't say he was shocked, but he did clear his throat oddly.
"Damn," said Fred, looking at Draco with respect. "There really isn't anything you haven't done, is there?"
"A few things," Draco said cautiously, "but it isn't my turn."
"Nope, my turn," said Harry quickly, kissing Draco on the cheek. "I've never... hmm... I've never fucked a girl."
Fred, George, and Ron drank.
Draco downed another one, sighing and starting to feel a bit drunk. "Is it my turn?" he asked and then nodded. "Um, what have I not done?" He was trying to think and the images in his mind were definitely getting to him.
Fred, George and Harry were still all staring at Ron with widened eyes.
"While you think, I'd like to know who exactly my little brother has fucked," said George. He looked over at Hermione, who's face could not have been redder.
"I think that's answer enough," said Fred, looking at Hermione as well.
Hermione opened her mouth, but then closed it again, covering her face with her hands as the twins laughed.
Harry turned his attention back to Draco, grinning and shaking his head.
Draco held the glass up and smiled. "I have never hand a man's hand up my arse to his wrist."
Harry's eyes widened before he reached for his glass and drained it. He turned very, very red. He could actually feel his ears burning.
"Holy fucking shit!" said Fred, mouth hanging open.
Ron squirmed as if he could feel a hand up his own arse.
"Shit, didn't that hurt, mate?" asked George.
Words failed Harry as he looked up at everyone.
Draco sputtered, laughing hard and flushing red himself.
"What the hell do you two get up to?" asked George. "You boggle me. As soon as I think there's nothing else to tell, you pull something like that out of your arse! No pun intended."
Fred laughed loudly at that.
Harry still had trouble himself working out how that had fit up there. He swallowed and stared at the floor.
Draco rolled his eyes, sill blushing. That was the first round he hadn't had to drink. "So, next?"
"That would be Hermione," said Fred, grinning.
Hermione looked around at everyone, still a bit red from when Harry had gone. "I've never had sex in front of people," she said, staring hard at Harry and Draco.
Harry tipped the shot back and was starting to feel drunk too. He relaxed against Draco more and smiled.
Draco shook his head, downing another shot. "Cheap shot," he slurred.
Hermione gave a small snort.
Fred and George exchanged wicked glances.
"I've never sucked cock," said Ron.
Harry, Fred and George drank.
"Stop trying to prove your heterosexuality, Ron," said Harry, the words sounding funny to him, and so he laughed a bit.
"Too easy," Draco agreed, drinking again and leaning against Harry. The last time he had played this game in the Slytherin dungeons was before he had gotten together with Harry. He hadn't had as many experiences then.
"What the hell have you two done?!" Ron asked his brothers.
"Nose out Ron," said Fred, laughing. "I've never deliberately pissed on anyone."
Ron drank and the entire room erupted in laughter.
"It isn't the way you're thinking!" said Ron. "And you know it!" he said to Fred and George.
That didn't stop the twins from laughing and Harry was laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
"I went on Percy because he told Mum that it was me who ate that stupid cake she made. I was bloody six years old!"
Draco laughed too but, thankfully, didn't drink. That was reassuring, he thought.
"I've never had sex so loud I broke a Silencing Charm," said George with a loud laugh.
Fred and Harry drank and Harry realised that it didn't really hurt going down anymore. Either that or he didn't notice it.
"I remember that night," said George to Fred. "Who was that with again?"
Fred waggled his eyebrows. "Good ol' Angelina," he said smugly.
Draco frowned, considering. "Does it count if I wasn't the one being so loud?" he asked.
Harry laughed.
George shrugged and snorted. "Guess not. You didn't have to drink."
"I've never..." Harry tried to think of something and laughed again. Everything seemed so funny! "I've never - nope, done that." Another laugh. "I've never... stared at my own arsehole in a mirror." He dissolved in giggles.
Fred and George both drank.
"You try doing our jobs and never have to look at your arsehole!" said Fred, laughing loudly.
Draco blushed and took a drink. Harry laughed and laughed and laughed until he couldn't even remember what he was laughing at.
"Your turn, Draco," said George a bit too loudly than he needed.
Even Hermione was grinning around at everyone.
"Oh, bullocks," Draco cursed. "Don't know if can remember what I've not done," he complained, leaning more on Harry. "I've never worn a gag during sex," he finally came up with.
Fred and Harry drank to that one.
"Angelina," Fred said simply with a wicked grin.
"That prat right there," said Harry after a few seconds, pointing to Draco. At least, that's what he thought he said, it came out rather jumbled, but he didn't much care. He didn't much care about anything at the moment.
"I've never been drunk while playing a ridiculous game called I've Never," Hermione said, shaking her head.
Fred, George and Harry drank. Ron looked sadly at his glass. Harry began laughing again and actually slipped sideways and fell into Draco's lap.
Draco had just been about to drink when Harry fell into him and he ended up spilling it all over the man in his lap. He had the ridiculous urge to try to lick it up and started doing just that.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed. He reached up and grasped Draco's hair and brought their mouths together. He could taste the alcohol in Draco's mouth and he thrust his tongue inside. Was someone trying to say something to him? He didn't know.
Draco's entire attention was on that lovely mouth and tongue. He dropped the shot glass and reached his arms around Harry, pulling him in very close.
Harry moaned and moved so that he was sitting up again and leaning heavily against the couch as he snogged Draco. He wanted to grab his cock and so he thought, why not, and did.
Draco moaned loudly when Harry grabbed his erection and trembled, his hand sliding down to grab his arse.
"Mmmm, I wanna fuck," Harry said as he squeezed Draco through his trousers, not bothering to lower his voice at all. He was vaguely aware of someone leaving the room, but not really. Where was he again? Ah, yes, with Draco. He licked Draco's tongue slowly.
Draco moaned his approval of this plan, thrusting up again and running his hand to the front of Harry's trousers as well.
Harry hissed into Draco's mouth when his own cock was touched. "I wanna fuck righ' now," he said, leaning into Draco.
"Yes, fuck me," Draco gasped, fumbling to unfasten Harry's trousers. It was a difficult task to do with one hand to begin with, let alone drunk.
Harry moaned again and tried to get Draco's trousers undone as well. He managed after a bit and began tugging on them, wanting nothing but to fuck that tight arse.
Draco gave up with Harry's fasteners and helped with his own instead. He hadn't put on shoes. Then he tugged Harry's trousers. "Off," he urged.
Harry tried to move quickly, but fumbled around a lot. He finally managed to get his pants down and off and then he was on Draco like lightning, grinding their groins together.
Draco fell back the now empty sofa as Harry pressed into him. He surrendered, trembling as it appeared that a drunk Harry was an aggressive one.
Harry kissed and sucked Draco's mouth and then along his neck as he continued to rub against him. Was there something else he was supposed to be doing? He couldn't remember.
Draco arched his neck, allowing his head to fall back on the sofa, his hand reaching for Harry's cock. He wrapped long fingers around that warm flesh.
"Ngh," Harry groaned as Draco touched him. "Wanna fuck you," he moaned, gripping tightly at the material of Draco's shirt at his shoulders.
"Yes, yours," Draco gasped. "How?"
"Huh?" Harry moaned as he continued thrusting into Draco's hand. He tried to think of a response to Draco's question.
Draco stopped moving his hand, holding him tight. "How ... do ... you... want ... me?" he asked slowly.
Harry groaned as Draco's hand stilled and he thought for a minute, slightly confused. He finally pushed away from Draco and simply grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him onto his back before pushing his legs apart and taking his place in between them. "Lube," he said, reaching dry fingers down to press against Draco's entrance.
Draco knew he was really drunk, the room swimming a bit as Harry pushed him down to the carpet. He pushed up with his feet onto Harry's fingers.
Harry knew he needed lube and he couldn't think of where it was. All he could really think of was Draco beneath him and surrounding his two fingers slightly with his tight heat. "Oh, fuuck," he said, panting. Where the fuck was that frustrating substance?
Draco flailed one hand out, finding his own wand. He had been practising a new spell, but doing it drunk was a bit tricky. "Hold out hand," he told Harry.
It took Harry a second, but then he held his free hand out, even as he wiggled his busy fingers.
Draco concentrated on the words of the new spell and tapped Harry's hand. Suddenly, the palm had a large dollop of lube in the centre.
"Brillian'," Harry said happily as he pulled his fingers away from Draco and coated them. He slid the slick digits in and out a few times before he grew impatient and slicked his cock messily, managing to get the lubricant all over his lower abdomen. He grasped his cock and aimed it at Draco's entrance, slipping and sliding as he tried to push in. He finally got it and groaned loudly as he sheathed himself in that wonderful tightness.
Draco giggled a bit as Harry fumbled and then groaned loudly as he pushed in too quickly. Harry's magic felt different drunk, although Draco couldn't have said if it was because he was drunk himself or because Harry was. But it was more erratic, with a kind of swirling pattern. Draco closed his eyes and watched the swirling on his eyelids.
"Tight," Harry gasped as he pulled out again. "Tight, fuckin' tight." He began thrusting, his rhythm uneven and strange, but it certainly felt good to him. As far as he could tell, he was a sex expert and fucking Draco with careful precision.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, the thrusts inside him making the patterns of magic swirl faster. It was making him dizzy but it felt really good.
Harry tried to focus his eyes on Draco's face, but it wouldn't work. He kept his hips moving, trying to go faster as Draco's chanting encouraged him. He felt sort of dizzy and light-headed, but it didn't deter him.
"I... never ... been ... fucked... while... drunk ... before..." Draco giggled, spreading his legs even wider.
Harry laughed sort of strangely and stupidly at that and leaned down to kiss Draco sloppily, still thrusting into him with no pattern whatsoever.
Draco opened his mouth to Harry, eyes still closed as he shivered at the feeling of Harry's body pressing over his.
Harry slid their tongues and lips together and had never had a messier kiss. "S'good," he slurred, strings of slick saliva between their mouths.
Draco's tongue played with Harry's and he fumbled with his hand until he was able to reach between them and wrap his fingers around his own cock.
Harry sucked wetly at Draco's mouth and a few more thrusts later, his orgasm took him by complete surprise and he came with a loud grunt, eyes going out of focus even more. His arms, which were holding him up, shook, and it was a wonder he was able to support himself.
Draco couldn't tell if he was coming or not, but it didn't really matter since Harry's magic was doing some weird but wonderful things to his entire body. He trembled and shuddered and giggled again.
Harry was gasping and panting as he continued to try and hold himself up, but he lost that battle and fell on top of Draco, a dopey grin on his lips. "S'good," he said again with a giggle of his own.
"Ooff," was all Draco managed as Harry fell on him. He wiggled a bit, trying to get comfortable.
Harry adjusted himself and slipped out of Draco unintentionally, but he didn't move off of him. His skin felt too good against his own.
"Floor," Draco said, realising that's what they were on and that it wasn't very comfortable to be pressed into.
Harry thought for a moment. "Couch?" he asked, lifting his head up and looking around the room.
Draco opened his eyes, looking up too. "Yeah," he said, still a bit out of breath.
Harry nodded, or at least tried to, and attempted to push himself up. He wobbled to his knees and nearly lost his balance as he gripped the edge of the couch tightly and pulled himself up on it that way. He collapsed on it on his back with a grunt and closed his eyes.
Draco lay panting on the floor and wondering if he had the energy to move. He could breath better now without Harry's weight pressing into him. Maybe he should just pass out here, he thought.
"Drey?" Harry asked, only managing half of Draco's name.
Any other time, Draco would not have answered to it. As it was, he could barely remember his own name at the moment. "Mmm?" he responded.
"What're you doin'?" Harry asked, his eyes still closed.
"Waiting for the room," Draco answered.
"Oh," said Harry, although he had not the faintest clue what Draco was talking about.