Silver Green

Author's Note: Please enjoy! :D

Chapter 9: Drunken Confessions

As soon as they began on buttering the sourdough bread, Harry took a chunk out of his and broke the silence.

"So, you summoned me here, Malfoy-"

"Please," The blond haired youth interrupted, "call me Draco. We shouldn't be so detached from each other more than we already are." He sipped his second glass of brandy.

"Draco." A heavy emphasize. "You have summoned me here to meet with you."

A nod of consent.

"Well, what would you like to talk about?"

"Our past."

A sigh escaped Professor Potter.

"Look," Draco amended, "I know that what I have done can never be forgiven. But perhaps with some explanation, it could clarify the miscommunication."

The familiar flash of volcanic anger-a red glare-glowed within emerald eyes. "Miscommunication?"

Draco averted his eyes.

"You think all those years were a miscommunication?" He raged, standing from his seat.

"No, but-"

"BUT NOTHING! It is an insult to me that you think that afterall these years, it was only a communication error! And then you have the guts to even believe, for a second, that this can all be reconciled by a simple dinner?"

It was Professor Malfoy's turn to storm up from his chair.

"I'll have you know that this," He waved his hands towards the table that seperated them, "took a lot of preparation an planning! This 'simple dinner' was set especially for this meeting, because I knew how important this was. If you had any thought to it, you would realize I spoke badly. So forgive me for my poor grammar!" The blond stated sarcastically.

With a huff of defeat, Harry sat back down, crossed his legs, and downed a full goblet of the spicy liquor. Repouring himself another glass, he sipped this one slowly, calmed.

A few moments of awkward silence went by, neither man speaking to each other. By then, Potter was close to being drunk and Malfoy began to get very dizzy. The dark-haired professor was on his fifth glass and the blond professor had just finished his third. Harry's eyes were dilated and he was red in the face from the flushing heat of the liquid.

"So," The blond said, "Are you calm now?"

"Yea. Sure." The dark-haired man said. "So what do you wanna talk 'bout?"

"Our past. Like I said."

"What 'bout it?"

"Well, I'd like you t' know that I never meant for our rivalry to ever start."

"You started it. 'twas your own bloody fault, Draco."

"I know." A sigh as Draco finished off his glass. "And I feel horrible 'bout it. If I ever had the chance, I would take it all back."

Harry laughed. "You know as well as I do that that is a lie."

"I swear t' you, though. If I had the chance, I would've had it differently."

"Oh yea," The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher snorted, disoriented as he swayed in his seat. "How?"

"I woulda told you that I secretly admire you. That I envy you and only want to be around your very presence."

"Yea!" The other professor giggled. "And I'm a phoenix!"

"You don't understand, Harry! Just listen to me!" The pale man grabbed Professor Potter's hand in his own with a cold, marble touch. The other sets of hands tried to pry away.

"What you doing, Draco? Lemme go." He drunkenly demanded.

"I have no other way to say this, but..." Malfoy looked into Potter's confused green eyes with utter sincerety. "I-I want you."

Author's Note: Yea, I'm sorry that this chapter seems a bit short. I hope you liked the ending there! What will Harry respond with? ^^