Enemies with benifits..Or more

• Thank you • pt.1

"Potter your drunk?.." Draco sighed. "Alright let's get you sober"

"No!" Harry slapped away Draco's hand

"Why?"

"What's it matter?" Harry's eyes flutter shut "it makes no difference if I'm drunk or not." He slurred over his words.

"What are you talking about?!"

"The people that died are still dead, the people that hate me still hate me, Ginny still wants love I can never give her, I can't show people how I'm falling apart, I still have to be perfect and there's no one I can turn to when I need it." Harry yelled out and his slurs became tears. Gentle tears as he quietly cried.

3 Hours before

Harry POV
  Harry sipped the drink his bar tenter made him. It seemed a bit heavier and more strong then the last one. The bar was simple and quiet, not much to look at or think about. Honestly it wasn't like he wanted to look around or think anyways. Harry took another sip. Easily finishing his second drink. The flirty bar tenders name was John. He seemed nice enough, Harry let himself trust the man.

   He needed to say something about everything. Though no one to say it too. Bar tenders are like Pandora's box. They don't ever spill their secrets.  Except of course that one exceptional person they do talk to. Bar tenders like John though, we'll they don't  necessarily keep secrets the same way. They aren't Pandora's box or free therapists. Nope. Bar tenders like John make you feel good about yourself and wash away all your issues with alcohol and sex then they help themselves. Easy peasy life huh.

   "Mmm.."

  "Something wrong kid." John spoke up.

  "Oh uh- I think that was a bit strong." Harry lightly pushes the glass toward the man.

  "Was it. Let's try something else them." John took two tiny glasses and set them in front of the two. He grabbed a bottle of brown/clear liquid and poured it into the cups. He then slid the less full glass in front of Harry along with a full cup of grape juice.

  "What's it?" Harry asked taking the small thing into his fingers.

  "Sup and find out." He grins, " together, hmm?" John raised his glass to Harry.

  "Sure." Harry did the same clinking the two together. John shot his drink as if it were water, while Harry coughed up a storm after word taking the grape juice ounce he got some air.

   "You know kid you haven't touched your food yet."

   "What was that?!?" Harry coughed some more, his tongue tinted purple.

  "Scotch." He smiled brightly to Harry. "How the alcohol working for you."

   "Just fine. Can't remember why I was here."

   "Oh you can't be serious, tell me that was a joke." John chuckled and it was almost a full laugh.

  "Mmm I'm running away from my problems."

   "Yeah? What problems." John leaned his elbow against the bars edge and watched Harry.

   "What's happening." Harry answered. He looked down at his lap them further down. The ground spun a bit. "My pants feel tight, and it's so hot in here." Harry whined.

   "Yeah?" John questioned what was wrong with him. "Maybe you've had yo much, I can take you to my place or do you remember your address." John genuinely wanted to help.

   He'd gotten off shift about a half hour ago but wanted to kid to keep a familiar face. Plus he was hoping to score the cute experimenting teen adult as well but looks like that's not happening.