Mixed Drugs

Part 1

Gryffindor was celebrating its final victory against Ravenclaw in the last Quidditch game of the year, which had resulted in the lions in winning this year's Quidditch Cup. It had been hours since the celebration had started and it didn't seem it would be ending anytime soon; not for a few more hours at least. Although Gryffindors were known for their unbelievable bravery, they were also known for one more thing: having the rowdiest and longest parties Hogwarts ever held. Despite Harry having missed the game, due to detention Snape had bestowed upon him because of what had happened with Draco, that didn't stop him from celebrating, after all, he was still considered captain of the team despite his suspension.

As it got later and after much bribery from the Prefects, Gryffindor students in years one to five were sent off to their dorms with many sound barriers placed upon their doors to ensure they would not be bothered by the year six and seven student's nightly activities. Having fewer classes then the younger years had its perks, and the upperclassman was taking full advantage of it. Their activities had consisted of ridiculous muggle games like, "Truth or Dare", "Never-Have-I-Ever," and "Spin the Bottle." Although to make thing more fun, several large bottles of fire whiskey had been snuck in and shared among everyone. That was until Hermione found out and confiscated the remaining bottles, but not before the smooth liquid had done it's damage to the less experienced students, Harry being among them.

He had nearly a quarter of a bottle on his own before Ron snatched it from him, telling him he shouldn't have so much in one sitting but Harry had ignored him, sneaking sips from the other bottles before Hermione had to go and ruin all the fun for everyone. It had been fun at first, Harry was enjoying the buzzed feeling as the alcohol coursed through his body but he had avoided the games occurring around him, uninterested in participating. Mostly it was to avoid Ginny, who had shot down his attempt to make a move towards her. The beast within him was surprisingly doing fine, despite its protective behavior towards her, and Harry himself felt fine with being turned down by Ginny. Maybe he what he had felt for her wasn't love after all, but instead was what he had thought before; Ginny was nothing more but a younger sister he had the urge to protect in an older brotherly way.

As much as Harry didn't want to admit it, he didn't drink to forget about Ginny but to forget about someone else. But his happy feeling quickly turned sour as the night progressed, and his mind kept wondering about that someone else; Draco Malfoy.

All day, Harry could only think about Draco, and what he had done to him in the girls bathroom. Harry wanted to erase what had happened but the weight of guilt he felt made it hard to forget. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw everything happening again. Draco's sobbing, his distraught voice as Moaning Myrtle tried to reassure him, the terrified expression he had made when Harry made his presence apparent, how they had battled and Draco nearly used an unforgivable curse on him before Harry had nearly killed him with the unknown spell he had used from his potions book.

It made him shiver every time he thought about it, how Draco's chest had just slashed open before he collapsed and blood had pooled around him. The taunting thought of Draco whimpering on the floor with his chest cut open was enough to make Harry nauseous. No matter how much alcohol he consumed, he couldn't drown out the memory. With his party mood ruined, Harry had staggered into the washroom in the common area, where he had been for over half an hour now, trying to get control of himself but to no avail.

Harry's POV

Harry was staring blankly at his reflection, breathing hard as he tried to calm himself down. He was gripping the smooth sink so tightly that his knuckles were white, but he didn't seem to notice, he was too focused on himself. Music continued to blare from behind the door he had shielded himself behind, laced with drunken laughter from the other students but Harry seemed to only hear Draco's defeated and weak voice speak over and over again inside his head.