Planning Party Games: Drarry

Drunk Enough To Numb But Not Enough To Forget Part Two

     "Very well then." Dean said, prying Seamus's head off where it was resting on his shoulder - much to his displeasure - and reached to spin the bottle.

     "All my money on that it'll land on Seamus." Blaise muttered to Harry, causing them both to snicker and Harry to nod.

     The bottle increased it's rate of spins to the point of near flying before it began to slow. Now returing to the rate that Dean had originally jerked it, made an abrupt stop.

     Before anyone could comment Seamus had sprawled himself across Dean's lap, hands around his neck and tounge appearing to be down his throat. Dean matched his intensity, hands eagerly wrapping around his waist and mouth apparantly open. They continued for over two minutes, no one interrupting them out of pure shock for their ability to retain air.

     "Any intention of spinning again?" Parvati questioned from the side, eyeing the frozen group curiously.

     "Let me live my life Patil, we'll take double the shots." He sputtered in his thick irish accent, quickly reapplying his lips to Dean's, leaving the rest of the group baffled. They moved in synch for another minute before someone spoke out.

     "Times up." Harry called, "Did you forget the entire point of this?" He asked, rolling his eyes as Seamus flipped him off while still sucking off Dean's face. "Fine, be like that." Harry sighed, wandlessly hurling a chess piece at the back of his head.

     "Nice shot." Theo and Ron said in union, laughing as Seamus slinked of Dean's lap rubbing his head and cursing Harry and his 'bloody fucking skills' under his breath.

     "Loverboys, drink." Hermione said, floating their four shots over, counting their overly intimamte public display of affection as two turns.

     "Very glad we have that hangover spell." Dean slurred, sloppily raising the shot glass and shooting it without making a face, Seamus doing the same.

     "Time for the main event!" Pansy whispered excitedly to Hermione, squealing and drawing a minimal amout of unwanted attention. "Draco, darling, your turn-" She teased in a sing song voice, overtly expressing her excitement to the group, the rest not much better. Everyone was grinning smugly, besides Draco who just looked genuinely confused and scared.

     "Can't I just go to bed?" He whined, not wanting to reveal shit to anyone who hadn't caught on.

     "Harry's the best god damn kisser in this room, you're a good looking bloke, it's pretty fucking clear you're utterly infatuated with him, if I were you I'd run with my damn good shot." Seamus stated to Draco under his breath, Draco blushing at the thought of everyone knowing and the fact that he was more than likely going to make out with Harry Fucking Potter.

     "Spin the bloody bottle, Draco." Theo egged on, clearly losing his patience after having to go around the whole circle to get to where they are now.

     "Yes sir." Draco drawled sarcastically, trying his best to hide his sheer panic behind one of his many masks, possibly failing due to his drunk state. He crawled shakily to the bottle, his hand freezing over the bottle in hesitation.

     "Well? What are you waiting for?" Blasie asked, knowing exactly what was happening in Draco's head and relishing in the little amout of petrification he was displaying. "Scared who the bottle will land on? Not ready to come to terms with your feelings?" He continued, playfully getting in his head.

     "Spin the bottle Draco." Seamus assured, nodding curtly as Draco looked back to where he was seated.

     Hesitantly, he wrapped his hand around the cold bottle, feeling the small ridges and imperfections in the bottle in an attempt to ground himself. The effort seeming decently futile he decided to get it over with, so he jerked his wrist and backed away to where he sat in between Harry and Seamus, not sparing a glance at either.

     The bottle gained speed slower this time, but Draco couldn't tell if that was his nerves destroying his sense of time or the spell seeking to torture him. Regardless, the bottle eventually reached the speed at which it could qualify as a propeller and began to count back down. Unfortunately for Draco's sanity, the bottle didn't seem to slow any faster, if not slower. "This could qualify as torture easily." He mumbled, smacking his head off one of his knees he had curled up to his chest. "Lord knows it has figured it out by now." Draco said, closing his eyes in anticipation for the inevitable stop of the bottle which was bound to come anytime now.

     "I do believe you know who it landed on, head cowering in your knees or not, yes?" Hermione asked, looking concernedly at his closer friends, and then to Harry.

     He began to rise his head in an attempt to glare at the lot of them, but instead got his chin tilted towards the person who was on the recieving end of the bottle cap. He froze, terrified by Harry's face which was void of any sincere emotion, only a resting smile residing on his lips.

     "Shocker." Harry said before leaning in and capturing Draco's lips in a searing kiss, stunning him more effectively than a stupify. It took him thirty seconds to ragain any display of conciousness, finally responding by moving his lips along Harry's and cupping a hand at the small of his neck. His position began to untuck, his formerly balled up frame turning into an eager lean with legs in a hooked position. Draco moved his other hand into Harry's hair, now fully relying on Harry to keep his upright with the grip he had on his waist. About a minute in tounge was introduced after Draco gave in to the pleasurable sensation of Harry nipping at his bottom lip. Seamus was right, Harry was a damn good kisser.

*****

     Draco awoke with a sharp gasp, bolting upright and instantly feeling the nausea and pain that came from the intruding sunlight and his bleeding headache. The memories from the night prior began to slowly flood back, leaving him in a perpetual state of fragility as he intently watched his dorm mate sleep soundly.

     "What the fuck."