café au lait {drarry}

11 - drunk

d.m.

"malfoy!" i heard a call and a door closing. potter must be back from 'running errands'. thank goodness. i was getting bored.

we had been talking for months. we talked about what other students in our year were up to, quidditch, the war, the daily prophet- everything. there was so much to share and talking to someone who didn't over sweeten everything and try to tell me that nothing is wrong anymore was refreshing. i started to wonder why i hadn't reached out to him before.

he dropped a bag on the counter. "we have champagne, wine, and whatever had a colorful label. i don't know i just bought based on looks. look how bubbly this is!"

i sniggered. "this will do, but next time, bring me when you shop for alcohol."

"noted. also i don't have a cork screw."

i rolled my eyes. "you're a wizard, idiot."

"oh. right." he flicked his wand that he had been keeping in his coat pocket and the cork popped off cleanly.

harry poured out two glasses

two hours later, we were sitting under the low light of the kitchen counter, alcohol ebbing at my mind. i had forgotten howanay drinks i've had but we were both definitely intoxicated.

"aren't you dating that weasely? the, uhh, weaselette?" i asked, my voice slurring.

"no, no, she dumped me," he laughed loudly. "i mean we ended it on good terms. also known as- she dumped me. how about you? anyone in your life?"

my face pinched. "i hadn't dated anyone since pansy and she was a sorry excuse for a relationship. we're still friends, i think. well we were before i stopped talking to everyone," i drank some more. "truth is no one in their right mind would want to date me after everything." i said bitterly.

potter looked thoughtful. "i'm sure you have had to have some admirers. i'd be surprised if you didn't,"

i raised an eyebrow. "yeah? and why's that?" my brain was turning foggier.

"you have, uhhh, a nice face," he said, shrugging.

"hah! you think i'm (hic!) hot!" i laughed.

"i'm not wrong," potter shrugged again. "if you weren't such a dick head back then, everyone would be all over you."

"including you?" i said, smirking.

harry grinned. "hah, maybe,"

more drinks. more jokes. everything getting foggier and foggier. getting drunk felt so familiar and comfortable. more drinks. i never noticed how green his eyes get in the dark.