Falling

It wasn’t the start of the day Harry had in mind. Seeing Draco again was unnerving to say the least. He was chewing his lip nervously, still trying to talk to Amanda, one of his regulars. But it was useless. He walked away, grabbing a few dirty glasses and shoving them into the warm water. Washing them off carefully, he stared off into space, only half listening to people talking to him. He passed a beer down to the guy sitting next to Amanda and noticed he was running low on soap.

Disappearing to the back for a few minutes, Harry tried to gather his emotions. Since he had run away from the wizarding world, he had tried desperately to forget Draco Malfoy. But with no luck at all. Those silver eyes. That pale hair. The salty taste of the ocean on his skin. What he felt for the blond was pure lust, it had to be.

Then why did he feel horrible every time he thought about the pained look in Draco’s eyes after throwing him off. Treating him like trash. He felt like a prat, that’s for sure. He should have apologized, and he had come so close to it. Now it was too late.

Stepping back into the warm atmosphere of the bar, he hardly noticed the blond sitting at the bar. Harry put the soap back under the counter, and looked up into silver eyes staring into his. “I need a beer.”

“Don’t people like you drink in fancy clubs?” Harry said snidely. No, this wasn’t the way to apologize for his actions in the past.

“You going to give me a beer or not Ha…err…Brad?” His voice was hard again. His eyes cold.

“Sorry, here.” Harry handed Draco the beer and went to busy himself with other guests. After his fifth beer, Harry wondered how Draco was going to get home. He was sure the blond was getting drunk by now, and the rest of his guests were clearing out.

Leaning closer to him, Harry smirked. “We close in an hour, last call.”

“One more.” Draco said, holding down a burp. Rolling his eyes, Harry handed him one more and went about cleaning up the almost empty bar. Draco was staring at the wall, pulling off the wrapper of the beer bottle. He sat up, watching Harry putting chairs up on the bar.

This is where normally he would have gracefully gotten up and said something witty. However, with the beer, nervousness, and having not ate in a couple of days, when Draco stood, he wobbled. Harry looked over, smirking. “What are you looking at?”

“Don’t get drunk often, do you Malfoy?”

“I’ll have you know I’m constantly partying. Always. Girls and guys alike throw themselves all over me.”

“Is that so?” Harry asked, lifting the chair next to Draco up and placing it on the bar. The last guy left, waving at Harry. “Where are you staying?”

“Going to Apparate back to London.” Draco said, hoping his words weren\'t slurred.

“You can’t do that in your condition. You’re liable to leave half your body here.” Shaking his head, trying desperately not to laugh, Harry smirked. “I have an extra couch, you can sleep on that tonight.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t want to get my scum on your furniture. Everyone knows I’m not good enough to touch the famous Harry Potter.” Draco grabbed his briefcase, wishing he had just gone home in the first place instead of coming back in here and trying to make conversation with Harry. Which he hadn\'t even bothered to do. “Perhaps I should lick your shoes clean as a payment for sleeping on your couch tonight.”

Wincing slightly, Harry sighed. “I’m sorry about that. I…it was a hard time for me. I was young and hurt and-” Harry didn’t get a chance to finish, before Draco was kissing him. A warm, sloppy kiss. A drunken kiss that tasted like beer. Draco pulled back, his face flushing deep red.

“Come on, lets get you to bed,” he said softly, taking Draco’s arm. “You should eat something before you sleep.” Harry was leading him out the door, not noticing the fact Draco left his briefcase on the floor next to the bar seat. Turning off the lights, Harry took a deep breath of the cool night air. After sitting around for hours in a bar, the damp wind was a comfort.

Draco was silent, his eyes cast downward. Harry couldn’t imagine what Draco was thinking, and didn’t want to know. He hadugh ugh on his mind without having to worry about Draco’s thoughts too. Opening the door to his car, Harry let Draco in, and buckled his belt. Draco took the moment to memorize what Harry felt next to him. How sweet and innocent, yet intimate the touches were. He leaned back, closed his eyes.

He had been in cars before, but never with Harry driving. He drove much like he fucked. Fast and hard, hitting the curves with a recklessness. They were heading out of town. Draco felt his eyes close, and when he opened them again, they were stopped, and Harry was shaking him awake.

The house was small, well kept. It seemed to suit Harry. Quiet and reserved. He doubted that Harry had many visitors. Inside there was a fireplace, two couches, and a wide open kitchen. Draco took a moment to study the decor of the house, appreciating the quaint feeling. “Nice.” Draco murmured, sitting down on Harry’s couch. His head felt so heavy, he just wanted to back to sleep.

“Thank you.” Harry walked into the kitchen and Draco leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch. A warm body sat next to him and he opened one eye. Harry was handing him some bread and water. “Here, this will help when you wake in the morning. Take a little of the hangover away.”

“I’m not very hungry.”

“At least drink the water.” He said, still holding out the glass. Draco took it, drinking most of it in one gulp. “So why did you come back into the bar?” Harry knew that alcohol was kind of like a truth serum in itself, and took advantage of it.

“I don’t know.” Draco mumbled, munching on some of the bread.

“You must have had some reason.” Harry pressed. He was feeling a bit guilty for using Draco’s drunk state, but pushed it away. “Or better yet, why did you kiss me?”

“Because I wanted to. I needed to.” He said, half sleepy now. “Can I sleep?”

“Yeah.” Harry said, smirking again. He stood, lifting Draco’s feet and placing them on the couch. He took off the expensive leather shoes Draco was wearing, and threw them aside. The blond was already fast asleep.

***okay so the fluffiness is kinda back...I guess...in a drunk sort of way. R/R? STAR???