Drunken Mistakes

Disclaimer: Obviously I’m not the owner of these charries other wise I wouldn’t be writing this lame story...Sigh Well enjoy

Word Count: 1546 words

Warnings: Slash

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Chapter 4

Harry smiled as he saw a letter at the end of his bed. His secret admirer had kept his promise and wrote him everyday and slowly, they came to know one another.

He had learned that his admirer was indeed a male in his year and that he didn't have the best family life. Harry could easily relate to that seeing that his aunt and uncle weren’t exactly up for an award for Best Parents of the Year.

He had found that his secret admirer was a romantic and had a way with words. He was smart and funny and Harry was starting to have a crush on him. It was weird. He had never even met the guy and within a few short weeks he had come to like him. The guy always seemed to know what to say to make Harry feel better. Even though they didn't meet in person, Harry didn't feel alone any more.

Harry plopped down onto the bed and opened the letter. He smiled at the neat hand writing. He had come to love the way he wrote. He grinned even wider when he saw it was not a letter that had been written to him, but a poem instead.

My heart is offered still to you

Full now of woe and deep despairing

Be not to constancy untrue

Say one farewell

My sorrow sharing

My mouth which once could smile in gladness

And charming stories improvise

Now may only curse in its madness

Those who banished me from your eyes

My Heart is still offered still to you

Full now of woe and deep despairing

Be not constancy untrue

Say one farewell

My sorrow sharing

Harry looked at the poem again in complete shock. Not only was it deep and moving, it was a clue to the person. Harry and said admirer obviously had a tragic Romeo and Juliet history. They weren’t allowed to be seen together? Is that what this implied. Well it could be if he was understood the poem correctly. The only people off hand he could think of, off hand, that he wasn't allowed to be seen with were Slytherins. That idea was impossible... wasn't it?

Harry folded the letter and stuck it in the drawer with the rest. He guessed that he’d have to wait and see.

He hated waiting. It drove him insane. He sat down with parchment and a quill and began work on his newest letter. Maybe this time he could get an answer from his admirer.

He had so many questions. He wished the guy would answer them instead of always telling him to be patient. He had no idea what he was doing to him. Harry spent all day thinking about him. Every time he saw a boy from his year, he tried to picture them saying the sweet things in his letters. None of them ever fit. He had even tried to match hand writing, and yet nothing.

This was so frustrating. Sighing heavily, Harry continued on with his letter.
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“Pot- H-Harry? Could I have a word with you?” Draco asked tentatively, in barely a whisper as Harry walked by in potions. Draco was sitting alone at a bench, trying hard not to draw attention to himself.

When Harry turned at his name, Draco shook his head. “Not now... There are too many people. Later. At eleven, by the lake.” Draco then plastered his normal sneer on his face and went back to his work, acting as if the whole thing had never even happened.

Harry went back to his seat in complete shock. Why would Draco Malfoy of all people want to speak with him? It must have been important if he used even his first name and planned to meet in the middle of the night.

For the rest of the class, Draco watched Harry quietly. Since the defeat of Voldermort, Draco had noticed Harry's withdrawal from the public. He avoided crowds, and large grouped parties. He usually sat alone.

Draco had heard a rumor that his friends had become complete flakes. He expected that from the Weasel; he never actually liked him. However, even if Granger was better than him in school, and had bad taste in men, he had expected better. She had always seemed like she was the reasonable one of the group. The Weasel was the hot head and Harry was the imprudent one.

Then there was Weasels sister. She had been dating boy wonder before the final battle and showed him off at every possible turn. She had always been hanging off his arm and giggled at everything he said. To say Draco had wanted to rip her face off would be... well the exact truth.

Ever since Draco had realized he liked men, there had only been one he had actually wanted to date. Harry was his opposite. He would complete him in everyway. They would balance one another, so to speak.

However, that was easier said than done. Obtaining Harry was not simple, especially when he had been taken. Now, now Harry was free and friendless. If Draco wanted to be with Harry he'd have to try once again to ask for his hand in friendship and tonight he would do that.
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Harry stared at the common room exit for some time. Something seemed different about Malfoy. It wasn't just because of that night. He had noticed the change in the beginning of the year. Malfoy didn't start fights like he used to, or even sneer in the same way. It was as if he had become a new person.

New person or not, that didn't mean this wasn't a trap. It was possible that Malfoy was trying to trick him into... Well he wasn't sure into what, but the boy grew up in a dark wizarding house hold. Anything was possible.

Now the real question was... would Harry go?

It was ten minutes to eleven and Harry now stood in the common room staring at the door. What if he went and he was attacked? What if it was a set up for revenge? Should he tell someone where he was going to be? Who would he tell? He had no one to tell.

Not that he was going of course. But, what if Malfoy wanted to talk about that night? Well Harry would refuse to talk about that. It was done and over with and a huge mistake. He'd had too much fire whiskey and obviously no jugdement that night. Not that he was going anyways, he reminded himself.

But then maybe, just maybe, Draco wanted to apologize and stop fighting.

Maybe that's why he was being so nice. The war was over and there was no reason to be on different sides anymore. Harry frowned, maybe he was just desperate for a friend. Of course he wouldn’t be going, he told himself sternly.

It was now two minutes to eleven. “I’m not going to go. It’s a trick. That's what it has to be,” he said aloud.

‘Then why are you walking towards the door?’ A voice asked him inside his head.

“I’m not. I'm pacing back and forth. I refuse to go. It's a bad idea,” He told the voice. ‘Then why are you thinking about him and leaving? You want to see him.’ “Oh shut up! What do you know?” He yelled at the voice of reason.

“Wow now I'm going nuts. I’m arguing with myself.” He shook his head. Harry, with a determined look, walked out of the portrait hole and threw his cloak on. Slowly he made his way the down stairs. He didn't want to get caught after hours. With his luck, Snape would catch him and he'd be stuck in the dungeons cleaning the lab for weeks.

Before he knew it, he stood in front of the large wooden doors that surely would be leading to his doom. He could almost count on it.

‘Do I really want to do this? Do I want to face him?’ He asked himself as he placed a hand on the door. Yes, yes he did. He was a Gryffindor and he'd be damned if he was going to let a Slytherin get the best of him.

He pushed open the door and stepped out into the chilly November night. He looked up and saw that the moon was hiding behind a thick mess of clouds, making it seem darker than it even was.

Cloak still over him, he headed down to the lake and he saw a figure sitting by its edges on the ground. Malfoy was looking up as if he was studying the sky. Assessing the situation quickly, he knew there was no danger here.

Quietly, as if knowing what to do, he removed his invisibility cloak, folded and hid it. He then walked down and stood beside Malfoy. He looked down as he looked up. Malfoy smiled at him for the first time. A real smile. It was as if he was welcoming back a long lost friend... Harry needed a friend and clearly, here the Slytherin Prince was once more offering what he did so many years ago. It was different now. It meant something.

Making up his mind Harry sat down in the quiet bliss as Malfoy reached over and slowly slid his hand into Harry’s. The gesture said it all.

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Authors Note: Okay Finally updated. Sorry about the wait. I was feeling kind of lazy then had to edit the changes my beta made. Hope you enjoy please review.

*The poem is not mine it is a song I once sang in chorus