Drarry Oneshots

Firewhisky

Warning: underage alcohol consumption, suggestive language

3rd Person Point of View

Harry grabbed another glass of Firewhisky from Aberforth, smiling happily. "How many of those things have you had, Harry?" Ron asked suspiciously.

Harry tried to count them on his fingers like a little kid. "One, two..." he trailed off, looking confused. He shrugged, downing half the glass in one gulp, wincing as the smoky liquid burned the back of his throat. It brought feeling back to his numb lips, however fleeting it was.

His body swelled with courage once again, finally freeing him from his right mind enough for him to move his jelly legs over to Malfoy. "Hey," Harry giggled, nudging his shoulder against Draco's.

Malfoy shied away, leaning in and looking deep into Harry's eyes. "Your pupils are very dilated. You are very drunk. Let's get you home." Harry batted his arm playfully.

"Can we go to your dormitory?" Harry said suggestively in a deep voice.

Draco glared at him, then sighed. "You can't be responsible for your actions. You're drunk. You probably won't even remember this in the morning, but as much as I'd like to take advantage of your offer, it's mean, not to mention illegal. So I will just take you home and leave it at that."

Draco wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder and steered him out of the Hog's Head, briefly stopping to tell Ron where they were going. He just smirked, but told them to be on their way.

Draco's Point of View

Harry leaned heavily on Draco, babbling about how he wasn't lying about wanting Draco over and how he'd had a crush on him for years and how he was sad the feelings were unrequited as they made their way up to the castle. It took all of Draco's self-restraint not to blurt out that the feelings weren't unrequited, but now was not the time.

The two finally reached the castle and Harry led Draco up to the Gryffindor common room. "Hikercriker," he said to a portrait of a very fat lady. This seemed to be the password, because the portrait swung forward off its hinges to admit them. Harry climbed some stairs and collapsed into a bed. Draco, at his beckoning, laid down next to him. They fell asleep.

Harry's Point of View

Harry awoke with a start to find Draco snoozing next to him. Through a pounding headache, he muttered, "Hey, Draco, wake up. Hey, Draco. DRACO!"

Draco awoke with a start and, sitting up quickly, whacked his head on the bar holding up the curtains of Harry's bed. Massaging his head, he groaned and said, "Did you sleep well? How much do you remember from last night?"

"All of it. Including the part where you said you'd be more than willing to jump in my bed...." Harry grinned slyly. "I also remember the part where you took me home, and I told you about my crush. That was not my finest moment."

"So does that mean I can kiss you?"

"Yeah." So they did. For so long, in fact, that Ron came upstairs to wake Harry up for breakfast and pushed aside his curtains to find Harry and Draco in a slobbery lip-lock.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't see that." He left them to snog in peace.