Is this love? [Drarry]

Chapter 9

Kinda smutty chapter just a warning lol (unedited)

Draco's POV

Only 10 minutes into the party and it was already loud. Pansy was playing some muggle music off of an "iPod", whatever that is. Blaise put a charm on the device so it played extra loud, and a silencing charm on the room so to the outside world, it sounded as if nothing was happening.

I was already getting tipsy, a bottle or firewhiskey in my hand since I left the bedroom. My plan tonight was to get drunk. I just wanted to let loose for once. I took another swig from the bottle and began to dance. At first, I was just aimlessly moving my arms around, but eventually I let my body take full control. I spun around the common room, drink in hand, and not a care in the world. I liked drunk me. Way less high-strung. Neville, Blaise, Seamus and Hermione even joined me on the "dance floor".

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2 hours had passed and I honestly could barely even tell you my name. We sat in a circle, drinking and making small talk with each other. (Well, most of us were. Mione and Ron were off somewhere, probably snogging each other to death.)

I was sitting in the large couch, staring at the blazing fire. It was quite a beautiful sight. Although, I was still down at the fact that Blaise took away my firewhiskey. He said I was getting too drunk. But whatever, be a party pooper then.

"Did you know fire has a memory? Or is it water? I don't remember. Either way it's fucking bonkers." I didn't even mean to say that out loud, but I really couldn't control like any of my body, let alone my words.

Laughter erupted amongst the circle.

"This is why I took away your bottle, Draco."

"Yeah whateverrrr," my words slurred as I stuck out both middle fingers towards Blaise.

Everyone laughed again, the alcohol in our systems made everything 10 times funnier than it needed to be.

A dramatic yawn escaped my lips. I was feeling pretty tired. An hour of dancing and too much to drink does that to you. "I'm gonna sign in. Goodnightttt everyone!" I made an attempt at standing, but failed miserably and fell right back into my seat on the couch.

"Looks like your boyfriends gonna have to carry you. Potter, get on that." Dean laughed from one of the two bean-bag chairs, Seamus snuggled into the boy.

"Boyfriend?? Slow your roll, kid. I've only seen him shirtless like one single time," I winked at the boy with an amusing smile plastered on my face.

"I don't think he's in any shape to be helping anyone to bed right now." Pansy commented. I looked over at Harry who seemed almost as drunk as me. His goofy smile slightly lopsided.

"Come on, Malfoy and Potter. Let's get you boy to bed," Blaise stood, helping Harry up first, then me.

I leaned into his strong grasp, stumbling down the hall, even with his assistance. "Don't have too much fun in there!" Pansy called out after us. I gave her another middle finger thrown lazily over my head in return.

We got into the room and leaving the door ajar. Harry's bed was closer to the door, so Blaise dropped him off first, before guiding me to my own bed. I sat on the side, just staring into oblivion.

Blaise quickly exited the room, before I even really comprehended he was there.

"Dray," Harry's words slurred. "I'm cold."

I directed my attention to the boy in the bed across from me. He had gotten under his covers already, but opened them as he spoke, as to invite me to go lay with him.

My drunk brain would never in a million years pass up that offer. "Me too actually." I smirked before stumbling over to the other bed, a mere 6 feet away from my own.

I slipped my shoes off of my feet and crawled under the covers, mine and Harry's chests pressing against each other when I finally settled in. I finally noticed how close our faces were to each other. They were like, really close. I could feel his breath against my nose. It smelled of firewhiskey, but that was no surprise.

What was a surprise, though, was the feeling of his lips being pressed against mine. They were pulled away as Harry looked at me with concerned eyes, as to make sure I was okay with this. I smiled, grabbing his face in my hands and brought it back towards me.

The kiss was sloppy, both of us too drunk to really but much effort into it, but it was also intense and heated. Harry wasted no time and climbed on top of me, straddling me with his legs as my tongue found it's way into his mouth.

He sat up, pulling away in the process. "Off," he tugged on the bottom of my shirt. I lifted my arms so he could help me out of it. I began to lift his shirt up towards his head as well. It was only fair, right? He removed his top as well and I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"Like what you see, Malfoy?" he teased.

"You're bloody hot, so yeah, I do."

I smirked, shoving the boy off of my lap. I heard him groan in disapproval, so I sped up and hurried to straddle him now.

I bent over, teasingly pecking his lips, slowly. I moved to his cheek, then to his sharp jawline, then down to his neck. My lips explored the boys neck, searching for the sweet spot while leaving numerous bruises around as evidence. I knew I'd found it when Harry let out a deep moan.

"Ahh, Draco," he breathing in sharply.

I sucked on that one spot, hungrily, and just wanting more and more of Harry. I knew my job was done when I pulled away and saw a least 6 lovebites scattered across his neck and upper chest.

I smiled at my work. "Everyone's gonna know," I stated, not that it was a bad thing.

"Who in the bloody hell cares?"

He grabbed my arms and pulled me back down, eager to have his lips on mine again. This time, the kiss was more passionate, the alcohol slightly wearing off by now. It was filled with such emotion, happiness, anger, sadness. Years of hating each other melted away in a single moment. The truth is, I never really hated the boy. I just wanted his attention. And me being stupid and young decided that bullying was the only way to fulfill my desires.

Harry began to fiddle with my belt from under me. I unlatched it, ripping it off with the rushing noise if it passing through its belt loops. I was already in a rush to remove the black slacks, feel constricted in their fabric. I had no idea how Harry was still wearing skinny jeans. It seemed as if he'd read my mind as he quickly began to unbutton his own pants as well. I aided him in sliding them off his body.

Our snogging session only lasted for about 10 more minutes. Even in a drunken state, we both knew it was way too early to go any farther. I fell onto my back, to Harry's right. The blankets had gotten tangled with our limbs and with itself during the whole process, but we were both too hot for a blanket anyways.

After I had finally calmed down, I grabbed the younger boy in my arms, planting a soft kiss on his shoulder and snuggling in close.

"You're amazing, Harry Potter," I whispered into his ear.

"And you're perfect. Goodnight Draco." He turned slightly so his bare back was pressing into my naked chest. I held on so tightly, never wanted to let go of this.