The Little Things

Rating: G+
Warnings: Underage drinking, fluff


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Cedric had no idea Harry had never drank before.

However, as Harry swayed against him, cheeks bright red and a droopy grin on his lips, Cedric couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for getting Harry in such a state.

“Bloody hell, he obviously can't hold his drink,” David announced loudly as he peered at Harry. Cedric snorted – David was just as much of a lightweight, despite bordering on being an alcoholic.

“Like you can talk,” Cedric mumbled, curling an arm around Harry's shoulders and bringing him closer protectively. David was a touchy-feely drunk, and Cedric didn't like the looks being directed at his Gryffindor. “I think I'll walk him back to Gryffindor.”

Before David could answer, Cedric hauled Harry from the sofa and was dragging him to the exit of the Hufflepuff common room as quick as humanly possible, Harry happily following, occasionally reaching out to grope Cedric's butt.

It appeared that Harry, too, was a touchy-feely drunk.

Cedric was only too glad when they were out in the cold, dark corridor, sounds of music and laughter drifting through the portrait leading to his common room.

“Come on, let's get you back. Hermione's gonna kill me,” he murmured, as Harry leaned heavily against him, snuggling his face to Cedric's neck. He desperately prayed that Hermione was asleep and they could avoid her seeing Harry like this.

“Don't wanna go back,” Harry slurred, wrapping an arm around Cedric's waist when he attempted to walk away, and firmly rooting him to the spot. Cedric laughed despite himself – Harry was quite adorable in this state.

“Sorry babe, but you need some serious sleep, and then a hangover potion,” Cedric told him, wrapping his own arm around Harry's waist and beginning to walk them both forwards. Harry shuffled along, staring at his feet intently.

After clearing only one corridor after five minutes, Cedric finally sighed and scooped Harry up into his arms. Harry groaned as his body changed angle, looking quite sick. Cedric winced and hoped he didn't throw up on him.

Harry recovered, however, and wrapped skinny arms around his neck, pressing kisses to salty skin as Cedric continued forward, listening intently for footsteps of prowling teachers or prefects. Wouldn't do for the Head Boy to be caught outside after curfew.

However, it appeared luck was on his side, despite Harry causing quite a racket with occasional laughs and whiny moans when Cedric refused to reciprocate his affections, not wanting to take advantage of his drunk boyfriend.

Finally, they arrived at Gryffindor. Cedric spoke the password Harry had told him to a disgruntled Fat Lady, who grudgingly let him in, eying his lopsided Hufflepuff tie with contempt.

No Hermione. Cedric sighed deeply in relief and started up the stairs to the boys dormitory, knowing where Harry's was even in the dark. He'd been up there more than enough times, after all.

Cedric was glad to settle a wriggling Harry on his bed, his back and arms aching after carrying such an uncooperative boy from Hufflepuff.

Harry was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, breathing Cedric's name as he drifted off. Cedric smiled fondly and bent down, brushing Harry's hair away from his forehead and then pressing a kiss there.

Lightweight or not, he loved Harry Potter more than he'd ever loved anyone before.

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