A newfound friendship (A Drarry Story) (8th year Drarry)

Chapter 7 ~ Slightly tipsy and very emotional

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Harrys POV (again I know I'm sorry I just find him easier to write)

"We really shouldn't be doing this," I laugh taking a glass from him and placing the basket on the shelf.

"And why not?" He questioned taking a large sip of wine and clinking his glass to mine, "we are both legal to drink in both the wizarding and muggle world."

"Yeah but, we are on school grounds," I laugh taking a sip from my glass anyway, enjoying the taste.
"So what? They can't do anything about it, it's not like anyone but us will ever know anyway," he smirks, downing his glass and pouring himself some more.
"You are a bad influence on me, Mr. Malfoy," I smile, enjoying the wide, genuine smile he gives me in return.
"Since when have you ever needed any help breaking the rules, Mr. Potter," he purrs back, his head falling onto my shoulder.
I finished off my drink and poured myself another, as Draco sipped his second glass smirking up at me from his position on my shoulder. I found I quite like the feeling of his blonde head nestled into the crook of my neck, I think it made me feel needed, is that selfish? I mean I've always felt needed, depended on, but never like this before.
It was always, "Oh Harry we need you to kill a 50ft snake, oh Harry we need you to compete in the tournament, oh and Harry we need you destroy the horcruxes, break into a bank, kill Voldemort and save the world."
But Draco didn't need me like this, he just needed me to be there for him, there was no alterer motive with Draco, and I feel he's actually the first person I can truly be myself around, I didn't have to put up a front.
With Hermione and Ron, even though we were extremely close, I always tried to act stronger than I actually was, something, I'm sure Draco would say was very 'Slytherin.'
I lean my head onto his, taking another sip from my freshly refilled glass, knowing that I need him as much as he needs me if not even more.
"Let's play a game," he smirks suddenly, gulping down his second glass and pouring another yet again.
"A game?" I ask apprehensively, not liking the look of his devious smirk.
"Nothing bad," he gasps slapping my arm to show that he's offended, "something like 20 questions or never have I ever, you know to get to know each other more."
"Okay then," I agree, squinting my eyes at him questioningly, "aren't those games not a bit muggle for you?"
"We are obviously going to play the wizarding version, Harry," he says exasperated, giggling as he takes another sip of wine.
He flicks his wand and I notice a whiteish haze around both of our heads. "It goes green if you are telling the truth, red if you are lying, it's normally only cast so the person who asks the question can see, but as it's just us, that's a bit irrelevant," just as the words left his mouth the haze surrounding him tinged a pale green.
"This is very strange," I laugh, "we don't do this in the Gryffindor common room," I notice the green surround me also.
He giggles topping up his glass and I drink mine down quickly and refill it in order to keep up with him.
"You ask me something first," he smirks.
"Ummm, I don't know what to ask really," I mutter, thankful that the haze flashed green. He rolled his eyes at me.
"You can ask me anything and know if I am telling the truth and you 'don't know," he drawls, a green haze surrounds him.
"Okay, who hurt you on the train? I want names?" I ask.
He frowns taking a large drink. "Umm it was a Gryffindor and 2 Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff," he says as green engulfs him.

"Names!?"

"Michael Corner, Justin Flinch-Fletchley, Terry Boot and Rodger Davies," he says quickly, flashing green and taking another sip from his drink.
I make a mental note that all four of the bastards we're in Dumbledore's army.
"My turn, why do you want to know?" He asked curiously.
"So I can make sure they don't hurt you again," I say firmly as orange flashed around me.
"Orange, That was a half truth, elaborate?" He says matter of factly.
"So I can go and give all four of them twice as much fist as the stupid pricks gave you," I say firmly, as the haze flashes green. Draco frowns.
"Why?"
"Isn't it my turn to as a question?" I smirk taking a drink.
"I suppose, but why?" He frowns again looking down into his glass and avoiding my eye contact.
I sigh, reaching for his hand, "how many times have I got to tell you, Draco, it's because you are wonderful and don't deserve even a bad word to be said about you." He looks up swiftly noticing how I'm lit up green.
"How can you believe that, Harry, people died because of me, I let them in," he lest out a small sob and shakily polishes off his drink.
"Draco, people die at war, from both sides, people did not die because of you they died because of Voldemort. However people were saved because of you, me being one of them. So therefore everyone I went on to save was also saved by you," I tell him gently and honestly. I lift his chin up till I'm looking into his watery, silver eyes. He gives me a sad smile and leans into my hand.
"You've saved me too Harry, more times than you know I think," he whispers, before chuckling through small sobs, "Merlin this was supposed to be fun."
I pull him to me refilling his glass.
"Let's change the tone then, yeah?" I ask as he leans into again nodding.
"Ummm okay, How did you know you were gay?" I ask curiously as he throws me a deadpan look.
"I always did, even from young, I never wanted to play with the girls my parents introduced me too because I knew that they were 'possible wives.'
I asked my mother once why I couldn't marry Blaise instead, I was 5 I think, my father laughed it off and put it down to childish ways but, I think my mother knew from that day. I was never really interested in girls, couldn't understand why Crabbe and Goyal thought boobs were so cool, and then, at puberty, I started to look at boys in a different way. Theo Nott and Cedric Diggory were some of the first that helped me realise." He glowed green.
"Really Cedric?" I ask chuckling.
"Oh shh," he laughs thumping me on the arm. I laughed and topped up both our glasses a bit before realising that we've finished the bottle. I put the empty bottle on the shelf above us getting the full one down.
"Okay my turn to ask I question, I'm going to ask something that I've always wondered, did you stalk me in sixth year?? Everywhere I turned you were right there," he asks.
"Yup, I did," I smirk as he glares at me open mouthed.
"I'll show you how," I tell him pulling out my map from under my pillow.
I tap the map with my wand as Draco looks at me curiously.
" I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," I say as he scoffs.
"That your catchphrase huh? It Should be," he laughs before gasping down at the map revealing itself. He traced the appearing black likes with his finger tip in awe.
"Good isn't it, complete map of Hogwarts and all its inhabitants," I tell him, "look there is us." I point to our names on the map looking at him stare at it lost for words.
"You must be impressed, very rare that you are speechless," I laugh nudging his shoulder.
"I'm very impressed," he breathes, "no wonder you managed to follow me everywhere."
"Yeah," I laugh, "my dad and his friends made it when they were at school, I acquired it in 3rd year."
"The skill required to make this is remarkable," Draco whispers, "I assume you can hide the contents."
"Of course," I smirk lifting my wand to the parchment once more, "mischief managed."
This caused Draco's laughter to shake him once more, "your father and his friends seem very similar to you."
I nod putting the map back under my pillow.
We sit in silence for a bit, emptying our glasses.
"Is time to open the next bottle," Draco laughs, spelling the bottle open, "good job this is stronger, I can't feel much yet."
"I certainly can," I tell him only just noticing that I'm feeling lighter, "but then I'm not as accustomed to drink as you are."
"Merlin, Pansy calls me easy, you call me an alcoholic and everyone else calls me a death eater....what I life I lead," he drawls half sadly.
"You know that's not what I meant, Draco. I definitely do not think you are any of those things at all," I tell him pouring him a large glass and resting my hand over his.
"I'm glad I have you, Harry."
"And I'm glad that I have you," I respond, pulling him in for a comforting hug, smiling into his neck knowing a green mist surrounds both of us.
We break apart and both take a sip from our glasses, I find I like this wine better.
"Sorry for unloading on you a bit, Harry," he sighs, "good gosh, I need something stronger, like some port."
I laugh at his antics, "you don't have to apologise, I honestly don't think you are any of those things, I do however think you are a little bit of a snob, port? Honestly?"
"Very funny, but it's actually nice," he sasses back, "I'm not drinking it as a statement."
"If you say so," I laugh nudging my shoulder into his, "anyways about getting you into a new room, I'm thinking of going to McGonagal tomorrow, what do you think?"
He gives me an apprehensive look and shrugs his shoulders, "I mean I'm not sure she's going to listen but, you can try."
"I will make her listen," I state firmly putting my hand on his leg.
He sighs deeply, taking in more drink, so quickly, it's like he inhaled it. "She doesn't like me," he whispers playing with his fingernails, "you might not see it but I do. She would rather me gone, I've only got you, Blaise and Pansy and they are treated just as bad. If your not careful, Harry, I fear people might start to turn on you too, saviour or not." His eyes glaze over and he sniffs sadly.
My heart breaks, knowing what he has been through and how he has been treated.
"Let them turn on me," I tell him, "if people want to hate me for being your friend, then I don't want them to like me at all. I'm not going to leave you, Draco, I don't have any biological family so I've made my own, your part of my life now, part of my family and that is never going to change."
He flashes me a watery smile and turns to wrap his arm around mine.
"Thank you Harry, I don't deserve you, I too feel I've made my own family in you, Blaise and Pansy, I mean I do have mother, but we were never as close as I would have liked as my father wouldn't allow it."
I smile at the blonde boy laying into my side, I suppose, young man would be a better term than boy, I'm sure Draco would scold me his i compared him to a child, yet I can't help but, view him as childlike. Although he is far from innocent, he's not as damaged as most people would be having been through what he has. Somehow he's managed to maintain an air of youthfulness.....purity even. I know he's far from being whole but, in some way that adds to how wonderful he truly is. Not only does it mean I feel much closer to him, missing parts of myself also, but it shows how he's still remained kind and accepting given all he had been through and all the ideologies and violence forced upon him.
"I really appreciate you, I hope you know that," I gush looking down into his wide eyes and not being able to help myself, "if at any point you feel like putting yourself down, or you need help with anything, come to me and I'll be here for you. Or better yet, just don't leave my sight," I chuckle making him smile. Something I'm glad to see.
"You don't have to protect me you know? I am a grown man, I'm not a damsel in distress," he sneers with no true anger in his voice.
"I know that, Dray but, it doesn't mean I'm not here, as back up, okay?"
He nods his head as he refills both of our glasses.
"Merlin, maybe neither of us are grown men, gushing like this," he chuckles wiping his eyes.
"We are allowed to have emotions, Dray, I'm so sorry that you were ever told that you couldn't."
"Thank you," he sniffs, before clapping his hands together, "right Come on we need to talk about something happy....it's hard though isn't it. I feel as though very few things in my life are happy."
"I know what you mean, it is hard, but I've got you now, and my main goal is to give you a billion times more happy memories. You'll barely remember the bad ones," I tell him firmly.
"Thank you, Merlin, all I do is thank you, why are you so good to me?" He laughs shaking his head.
"It upsets me that, you think I'm being 'so good' to you and all I'm doing is treating you like a human being and giving you the respect and kindness that you deserve," I tell him, making him smile to himself.
"I'm sorry for being horrible to you, Harry, for all those years, I was a sleazy, little bastard, who thought too much of his father, although I know that isn't an excuse."
"It is the reason though, Dray, your father or not, I know what that man is capable of and I will never blame you for acting under his authority in order to protect yourself. Besides I was equally horrid and I didn't have a valid reason." I tell him putting one arm over his shoulders and grabbing the bottle from between us and filling up our glasses with the last of the contents.
"You were only defending yourself and your friends Harry, you know that," he sighs taking a sip.
"I know, but I just wish I had been able to understand you sooner, then we could have already been friends," I tell him slapping his thigh lightly.
"Well, let's no longer dwell on the past, we are friends now," he smiles and I nod in agreement.
"I think we are going to need some more drink," I laugh as he downs his glass. He laughs as I follow suit.
"Kreature," he calls, Kreature appears at the end of the bed with a loud crack, "could you get us some more alcohol, something stronger please."
"Certainly, Master Draco," he croaks with a bow muttering something about lying with filthy half-bloods as he disappears.
"Honestly, you must have scoured the lands for years to find such a pleasant house elf," Draco laughs, rolling his eyes and placing the empty bottles and glasses on the shelf.
"Oh it took me ages to find such a kind hearted........" I laugh stopping mid sentence when Draco jumps as the dormitory door bangs open.
"Who do you think that is?" Draco whispers coiling his arm around mine again.
"Well whoever it is, they can't hear or get to us, so you don't have to whisper," I laugh.
"Oh Yeah, forgot," he flushed covering his eyes with his hand. What an utter dork, I muse happily, enjoying his embarrassment.
"......waste of my time......assholes.......saying such things to me.......stupid 1st years........" we hear someone, unmistakably Ron Weasley grumble from outside of the curtains.
"Oooo, wonder what a 1st year said to get that Buffon all railed up," Draco chuckles.
"Probably got his homework questions correct when he couldn't," I laugh back as Draco giggles.
"Saved the wizarding world my arse........couldn't have done it without me." He continues to grumble.
"Funny, he buggered off for months of it and Hermione and I were fine," I laugh making Draco laugh harder.
".....Utter twat........ditching me........practically brothers........disgusting queer........changed in front of him........pervert.........stupid saviour spends his days sucking off a Malfoy...........not a deatheater......my arse......" Ron mumbles.
I feel Draco tense slightly at being called a deatheater again.
"For a homophobe, he's surprisingly focused on gay men and his arse," I say calmly, loving how Draco burst into laughter.
"Maybe he fancies us, Harry, oh the horror," Draco snorts.
"Of course he does, Dray, that's why he's so concerned about the fact we might look at him, he wants us too," I laugh.
"Who doesn't want us, Harry, we are sexy..... and men are dogs," he says feigning seriousness.

"We are men, Dray," I laugh patting his leg, "I hate to break it to you."
"We are better," He states firmly, "our beauty and radiance defies all gender. We are deities." He finishes dramatically taking a bow from a sitting position.
"Such a queen," mumble as he slaps my arm playfully.
*Crack* Kreature appears before us, now supporting a bottle larger than his head. "This is all I could find master Draco," he croaks ignoring my presence. He clicks his long bony fingers and disappears leaving the bottle to thud gently to the bed. Draco reaches for the bottle spinning it in his hands. "I've never tried toffee firewhiskey before," he remarks unscrewing the lid and taking a large sip. He shudders slightly and I laugh at him as he passes the bottle to me. I take a sip of the clear liquid feeling it burn my throat slightly, it tasted good though, buttery but still very alcoholic. He smirks slyly at the facial expression, that I apparently pulled, and takes the bottle from my hand, with a wink, not breaking eye contact with me as he sipped steadily from the bottle.

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