Drunken love

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Malfoy dragged Harry into his room to "at least make you presentable Potter."

Malfoy began sifting through his trunk until he found some black tipped skinny jeans and a dark green button up.

"Put these on," Malfoy said turning around. "I won't look. Unless you want me to look."

"Shut it Malfoy," Harry laughed. Why on earth did that make him feel all giddy.

Malfoy pulled out his phone.

Draco: Harry's coming!!:)))

Pansy: yayyy! Okay the club is called renegade but meet me at the usual spot. <3

Draco slid his phone into his back pocket and turned around once he sensed that Harry was no longer moving. Instead the shirt was half undone as he struggled with the buttons. Harry hated small buttons.

"Let me," Malfoy said moving closer to Harry's perfect abs.

He brushed his fingers across his stomach whilst doing the first button and then the next and the next until he reached the top few which he left undone.

"Get out Potter, unless you want to see me get changed." Malfoy said almost as if they were best friends joking around.

They arrived at Pansy and Draco's usual meeting spot at 8:30, the sun was only just starting to set and Draco and Potter sat on the swings waiting for Pansy to arrive.

"Hey boyssss!" Pansy laughed, clearly already tipsy as she was trying for almost ten seconds to push a pull gate into the park.

She held up 3 bottles of vodka cherry, apple and strawberry, one was slightly less full than the others. She sat in front of them on the swings handing them both a full bottle of vodka each. Draco apple and Harry cherry.

Harry didn't think twice he just needed to forget his sexuality problems, Ginny and the memory of Draco doing up his buttons.

"Looking good Dray!" Pansy laughed adding a wolf whistle to her comment.

It was true though Draco looked amazing. He was wearing an all black outfit of black skinny jeans, a black button up top and a black loose fitted blazer.

Pansy also looked stunning in a tight dark green dress that scooped at the cleavage probably revealing more than necessary.

"How do we get into the night club then none of us have ID." Harry pointed out.

Pansy laughed and held out her wand towards her vodka bottle, which was now half way empty but not as empty as Harry's who's was now completely empty. Suddenly the bottle was replaced with a perfect ID. "Transfiguration dummy," she laughed.

The two boys laughed and copied her both making perfect IDs.

Outside the club the music could be heard already it was only 9:30. Pansy slipped the line completely flashing both her boobs and ID at the bouncer who winked and pulled back the barrier for them all. Nice touch Harry thought although his thoughts were getting slightly more jumbled.

Draco grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom where he transfigured the ID back into a bottle and chugged it. He didn't let go of Harry's hand.

Draco again dragged him this time to the bar where they order the strongest drinks they could and downed those too.

This time Harry dragged Draco. Back into the bathroom where he pushing him against the wall.

"Potter what are you doing?"

"Figuring something out" he said slurring slightly.

Then he smashed his lips against the blonde boys perfect pink ones.

"Shit!" Harry yelled pulling away. He sank to the floor and hugged his knees just like he had on the train.

"Harry what's wrong?" Draco didn't even realise he said Harry.

"I'm gay, like really gay," he said dissolving into tears of sadness and happiness.

"Harry it's okay."

"No it's not, what about Ginny and the publicity and the Weasleys."

It was then that Malfoy finally realised that Harry never wanted the spotlight or Ginny he did what was expected of him despite how he felt,

"Then you still have Luna, Hermione, Pansy and me, you have me."

Before realising he'd leaned in and kissed the drunk brown haired boy in front of him and he didn't pull away neither did.

Until Pansy came in at apparently 2am and told them it was time to go to Hogwarts, to go home.

Side note: apparition when drunk sucks.

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