Boys and Booze
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,064
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Boys and Booze
I knew this would be a bad idea. I should have made him the designated driver, I really shouldn’t have volunteered.
“You know…there’s so many questions I want answered in life.” Seamus slurred.
“Me too. Like what’s the meaning of life?” Harry barely gets the words out straight. He’s not as drunk as Seamus, but Blaise and I are enjoying the drunken show, and undoubtedly will be enjoying rough sloppy drunken sex when we go home.
“The meaning of life is finding a fantastic man to shag, and then shagging him senseless.” Seamus then made a grab for Blaise’s trousers. Blaise’s eyes seem to pop out of his head just a tad when the Irishman hits his target.
Harry and I are laughing. He falls off his barstool. I help him get back up, and set him up straight, taking away his half empty bottle of ale and down it in one.
“I think you’ve had enough.” I whisper in his ear. He giggles.
“What I want answered is what ever happened to most of the people we graduated with.” Blaise chips in.
“Who specifically?” I ask.
“Well, Justin Flinch-Fletchy, Padma and Parvati Patil and Theodore Nott.”
“Last I heard, Theo is a curse breaker for Gringotts, working in Africa he is, Padma and Parvati were doing something or other in India and Justin…well, he passed away about a year ago.”
“REALLY?!” Harry hiccoughed. “The little fucker came on to me in sixth and seventh years so many times…but I caught wind that he was literally a little fucker.”
We all laugh.
“Seriously though…what happened?” Blaise asks.
“Quite sad actually, he was leaving a gay club and was beaten to death by a group of people against the lifestyle. The paper said witnesses heard things about a sinner, burning in hell and doing the world better. They were all arrested…I’m not sure about the trial though…” I fill in.
“So sad…” Seamus has a tear running down his cheek. “Where is his body?”
“Buried in London…not sure exactly where.”
“It’s so stupid that people do stupid shit like that. He wasn’t hurting them, yet they take his life. He’s never coming back. Poor sod.” Blaise tightens his arm around Seamus.
“What I want to know…” Harry starts. I can just tell that this is going to be brilliantly stupid. Something you wouldn’t say if you weren’t drunk. “What happens to Jesus when he dies?”
“You want to know? He just pops up again, he’s like toast!” Seamus says proudly.
Harry’s ale comes out of his nose, and goes at least three meters.
“Wow, I think it’s time to go home.” I say when I can’t laugh anymore.
“Me too. I’m sleepy.” Harry wraps his arm around my waist and we leave the bar.
He falls asleep in the car on the way home. I prod him in the side, waking him. I kiss his temple. “I’m not going to carry you in. You’re too heavy.”
He swats me. “Ass.”
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A/N: I don't really like this story, but I couldn't think of anything else for the prompt (which was: “And what happens to Jesus when he dies? He pops up again! He’s like toast!”). I hope you enjoyed, but even if you didn't I'd love to hear suggestions on what you'd do for the prompt!
XOXO - Draca
“You know…there’s so many questions I want answered in life.” Seamus slurred.
“Me too. Like what’s the meaning of life?” Harry barely gets the words out straight. He’s not as drunk as Seamus, but Blaise and I are enjoying the drunken show, and undoubtedly will be enjoying rough sloppy drunken sex when we go home.
“The meaning of life is finding a fantastic man to shag, and then shagging him senseless.” Seamus then made a grab for Blaise’s trousers. Blaise’s eyes seem to pop out of his head just a tad when the Irishman hits his target.
Harry and I are laughing. He falls off his barstool. I help him get back up, and set him up straight, taking away his half empty bottle of ale and down it in one.
“I think you’ve had enough.” I whisper in his ear. He giggles.
“What I want answered is what ever happened to most of the people we graduated with.” Blaise chips in.
“Who specifically?” I ask.
“Well, Justin Flinch-Fletchy, Padma and Parvati Patil and Theodore Nott.”
“Last I heard, Theo is a curse breaker for Gringotts, working in Africa he is, Padma and Parvati were doing something or other in India and Justin…well, he passed away about a year ago.”
“REALLY?!” Harry hiccoughed. “The little fucker came on to me in sixth and seventh years so many times…but I caught wind that he was literally a little fucker.”
We all laugh.
“Seriously though…what happened?” Blaise asks.
“Quite sad actually, he was leaving a gay club and was beaten to death by a group of people against the lifestyle. The paper said witnesses heard things about a sinner, burning in hell and doing the world better. They were all arrested…I’m not sure about the trial though…” I fill in.
“So sad…” Seamus has a tear running down his cheek. “Where is his body?”
“Buried in London…not sure exactly where.”
“It’s so stupid that people do stupid shit like that. He wasn’t hurting them, yet they take his life. He’s never coming back. Poor sod.” Blaise tightens his arm around Seamus.
“What I want to know…” Harry starts. I can just tell that this is going to be brilliantly stupid. Something you wouldn’t say if you weren’t drunk. “What happens to Jesus when he dies?”
“You want to know? He just pops up again, he’s like toast!” Seamus says proudly.
Harry’s ale comes out of his nose, and goes at least three meters.
“Wow, I think it’s time to go home.” I say when I can’t laugh anymore.
“Me too. I’m sleepy.” Harry wraps his arm around my waist and we leave the bar.
He falls asleep in the car on the way home. I prod him in the side, waking him. I kiss his temple. “I’m not going to carry you in. You’re too heavy.”
He swats me. “Ass.”
***
A/N: I don't really like this story, but I couldn't think of anything else for the prompt (which was: “And what happens to Jesus when he dies? He pops up again! He’s like toast!”). I hope you enjoyed, but even if you didn't I'd love to hear suggestions on what you'd do for the prompt!
XOXO - Draca