First Order Of Business,

BIG THANK-YOU TO ALL WHO HAVE READ UP TO THIS POINT!

Now I have no idea if want to write smut, it probably won't be too good if I do. Please comment saying if I should or should not!

And sorry for the late updating, I think I might abandon this fic (seems like I already have) and ill just post the remaining protoypes of chapters I have left.

I'm better at one shots because I have no idea if I have the amount of commitment it takes to finish this fic! I want it to be at least 10-20 chapters!

The desire Harry had for Draco was like the cut at the roof of your mouth that would only heal if you stopped tonguing it excessively. He was definitely attracted to Draco, sexually, not emotionally or in a relationship way. Is what Harry told himself day after day. He had accepted that he was infatuated with Draco, but the possibility of gay, never really crossed his mind.

Draco thought of sexuality as a fluid, weather you're straight gay or bi it doesn't matter, you just go with the flow. He knew he was gay since the start of 4th Year, the year Harry won the Triwizard Tournament .Lucky Bastard. He never got any hate from his orientation either. He knew there were homophobes in the school and he saw certain boys avoid him but he just guessed because of his family's reputation he wasn't bullied for it.

He didn't understand why Harry wouldn't confront him after the tapestry. He remembered Harry's soft lips crashing against his and he kept chanting I'm not worthy I'm not worthy, over and over into his sex-crazed head that was encased in Harry's hot grip. He remembered how Harry ran his long fingers into Draco's hair messing with the hair follicles and changing the directions of his oh-so-perfect he loved .Much.

Draco came out of his daze, he was walking to the Quidditch field when one of his teammates bumped him and shouted "C'mon we gotta get there before them Gryffindors do!"

Draco sighed dully and said "Why don't we just fly?"

" 'Cos we'll get in troubo'" He said back. The boy had an Cockney accent, it pleased Draco's ears. He thought of how cute those accents were because if Draco had that kind of accent, he'd at least try to hide it. Back in the 1700s those were considered the accents of the peasants. And how they go walking around modern day flaunting around their accents made Draco feel a little bit better about himself.

He saw the Gryffindors approaching the colossal doors to the Quidditch field. He searched the group for Harry and found him leading the way along with Oliver Wood. That man was built like a Greek God. He was tall lean and his face was the perfect blend of browns. Hazel eyes , warm dark brown hair, and his skin tone was medium brown with undertones of some other color that was deeper. Sure Wood was attractive but he found Harry even more so.

Suddenly, the captain of the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams were striding towards each other, both of their faces full of smugness and the look of superiority. So it was only natural for a fight to break out and players of the opposite teams to choose partners so Harry and Draco fight. Wood started yelling at the Slytherin captain and the Slytherin yelled right back. Curses flew back and forth from all members of both teams while Harry and Draco paired up for this fight. Harry grabbed Dracos robes while throwing his broom to the floor. Draco fought right back grabbing Harry by the wrists and twisting them back.

Then, without warning Draco grabbed Harry's arm and twisted it around his back until he was in an arm lock position. How cliché is this position? Draco thought to himself. Harry was careful not to struggle too much in the fear of breaking his own arm. He thought the only way to get out of this was by shocking Draco, and he did this by lowering his head a bit, and biting Draco's knee.

Draco yelled out in shock and let go of Harry's arm, but then Harry punched Draco to the floor and straddled his back. Harry got on his hands and knees and bit Draco's hair, he slowly pulled with his teeth so Draco would reach Harry's front.

In this position, Draco thought of all kinds of erotic joys.

Harry pulled him up just a bit more until they were chest to back and crotch to arse. Harry made his aching boner noticed. And Draco's erection stiffened feeling Harry's. Harry could sense the shock in Draco and chuckled into his ear.

Which was hard to do with a mouthful of hair thank you very much.

Draco knew what Harry was doing This bastard is trying to get me hard right before Quidditch practice eh? Well two can play at that game…Draco's fringe was in his eyes while he was covered by Harry, this would usually bother him but he had more important business to deal with instead of fixing his hair that was being tugged by Harry's wet mouth.

He surreptitiously went down the length of Harry's back right down to his thighs, then he slowly glided back up rubbing Harry groin as he went up. He was starting to get a pool of saliva on his head but he didn't care. He wanted more heat, to feel Harry and his gorgeously scultured cock,he really wanted Harry right now- HOLY FUCKING SHIT WE'RE IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE QUIDDITCH TEAM!

"Get off me you twat!" Draco growled although he really didn't want him off. He wanted their bodies to meet in sweet friction. Glorious harmony as their anatomy fitted together like a perfect jigsaw puzzle.

"WHAT THE IN THE NAME OF SANITY WAS THAT! " Wood yelled at whole team was watching them and Wood knew it. Harry feverishly got off from Draco and gingerly took his place beside Wood. Wood pushed him away and yelled "You're fucking gay!" Wood says" WE CAN'T HAVE YOU IN THE CHANGING ROOMS YOU FUCKING MONSTROSITY!" Harry was taken aback; he had specks of Woods spit all over his trembling face. Draco had shifty eyes, he felt ashamed that he wouldn't get any shit for being gay and Harry would.

Harry was supposed to be the role model for all young witches and wizards, now that he's gay, he's not perfect in the eyes of a large portion of the wizarding world. In the magical world there are two kinds of wizards conservative and non-conservative. Conserv short for conservative and Nonserv for Conservs were usually people of the old wizarding times, worshipping Merlin. They believed that they're shouldn't be any muggle-borns receiving wizarding knowledge, and they also do believe in harsh strict punishments, along with anti-gay beliefs. They believe boys should be masculine and girls, feminine.

And the Nonservs were exactly the opposite in every way. Usually younger folks worshipped even younger wizards and witches such as Albus Dumbeldore and others of his brilliance. They believed everyone was created equal, including the non-magic folk. They believed the only way to learn is to make a mistake, and the only way to hurt ones teaching is to scold. A very down to earth group. And of course they believed that you fall in love with a person, not a gender.

Oliver Wood was a very very very conservative wizard. He did not take a liking to Draco's kind nor did he want someone gay on his Quidditch team.

"YOU'RE OUT POTTER! OFF THE TEAM! I CAN'T HAVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU WINNING GAMES FOR MY TEAM! NO QUESTION!" Wood had fainted as he finished his last words.

Harry locked himself in his dorm that night,not allowing anyone in. As soon as he got tired of the insistent pounding from a pleading Seamus and a whining Hermione he got to his feet got his shoes laced up ,grabbed his wand and Map,and headed toward the door.

He opened up the door and nearly got his eyeballs punched out by Hermione. "Fuck! Hermione! Watch out!" Harry screeched. Hermione ignored him and questioned "Where –"

"Out for a walk." Harry replied curtly.

He weaseled past the two and headed toward the common room. The whole room was alive and bustling like a living creature. Students at the fireplace studying, burnouts in the darkest corners, and pranksters near the window. He glided past everyone and got to the end of the hall, and left.

He headed toward the Slytherin dorms, where Draco was bound to be yet again. The walk down there was again, terrifying. He wanted to talk to Draco, but didn't want to scare him. He looked down at his map and Draco was again indeed outside of the Slytherin dungeons.

He hesitated as he saw Draco's dexterous steps turning the corner toward him.

Harry looked up and his breath hitched, he realized he was staring at a drunk Draco. Draco's hair was twisting and curving in all directions, his eyes were unfocused but dark and his lips were perfectly glazed with saliva,and possibly firewhiskey.

"Potte-er…" Draco mumbled from his drunk mouth. Harry sighed and walked closer, even a drunk Draco would do.

Draco had a bottle and a half of firewhiskey after he was kicked out of his dorms because of the incident on the field earlier which everyone took offence to.

"Oi,Harry! I think I wanna marry youuuuuuuuuuuuu" Draco sings.

"Oh my fuck you're drunk." Harry gasps standing there like a wall.

"MmMMmM SO sexy when you curseeee say it agaiinnnn pleasssseeee!" Draco begs he falls to Harry's knees and Harry is taken aback and he squirms a little when Draco attaches his hands to Harry's ankles. His fucking ankles!

"PLEASE SAY FUCK AGAIN PLEASE FUCK FUCK FUCK SAY IT FUCK!" begs Draco.

"Shhhh!" Harry looks around the corridor in alert.

"Sorry,please say it." Draco says innocently.

"Fuck."Harry mumbles

Draco groans and leans his forehead onto Harry's knee he glides his hands up smoothly and brings them up to Harry's inner thigh and Harry gasps and squirms under Draco's suggestive grip.

"What are you doing?" Harry questions.

"About to suck you off" Draco mumbles, a smile playing across his lips.

"What? Um no it's fine…" Harry wanted this so much he wanted Dracos perfect pout to be wrapped around his cock but he didn't want it while his senses were impaired, he didn't want to take advantage of such a beautiful creature.

"No really, c'mon." Harry offers his hand for Draco to get up and Draco grabs it then he takes his hand right back defensively and places it on Harry's crotch. Harry's feet start to quiver and his cock get hot and blood-filled from the aggressive touch.

"Where are we going?" Draco demands as He tightens his grip on Harry's hardening cock. Harry moans. Draco likes such a reaction and he grins mischievously.

"The room of requirement, I can't leave you here, its pathetic to see you like this."

"Yeah, lemme suck your beautiful cock in the room of requirement, well have a bed, bit of Firewhiskey mmmm" Draco says agreeing to take Harry's hand.

When they reach the hall Harry wishes for a room and it appears before him. He enters it with his hand in Dracos but shuts it immediately and turns his back to see Draco giggling like a madman.

"Oh my god you pervert!" Harry nearly shouts.

"Oh c'mon you know it will do!" Draco protests

Draco was right he didn't want to have to leave the corridor, come back, and want something again so he just opened the door and entered dragging Draco.

The room had a large dark green bed in the middle, a fireplace off to the side a chest at the foot of the bed and a small kitchen with prepared food all over the counters and bottles of firewhiskey toppling that. The fireplace was already on and it was giving off a dim light along with steady heat for the room. Then, in the corner that Harry could only see there was a window with moonlight filtering through and there stood a dresser, probably filled with clothes.

HARRYS POV

Jesus fucking Christ I can't believed he wished for a bed, and food! How long does he want to stay in here with me I'm sure as hell not leaving his drunk arse. Mean people tend to be the most reckless drunks. I've learned that from the bitchy girls at Gryffindor parties where everyone gets completely fucked in the span of two hours.

I pull Draco inside and he falls down giggling like a toddler who has just pulled a prank on his mother. I sigh and motion him to get up while I leave my hand out for him to grab, instead he takes it by the wrist and sucks on my thumb.

Oh my fucking god that's so hot

"Draco you're totally hammered, you need water and sleep." I moan as I pull my hand back regretting it as soon as my thumb escapes his hot lips. He crawls over to the fireplace and sits on the rug near it.

"Harry" He calls

I answer by sitting next to him and he looks into my eyes with a gaze so strong it melts me inside. How can I be so fucking attracted to him I hate him.

Suddenly he starts to gag and then he moans, he clutches my shoulder and claws my shirt.

Oh shit I better get him to the-

Too late.

Too fucking late.

He purges onto his own self, it's really sad to see him like this, he usually thinks so highly of himself but he didn't even try to throw-up on the carpet I could tell he purposely did it on himself.

He has dark green vomit smeared across his clothing and I can tell he needs a change of clothes. I move across the room to the dresser and open in. I find a pair of green plaid pajamas and a black v-neck t-shirt.

He was smart enough to think of a dresser with clothes in it ,I'll give him that.

When I get back to the fireplace he's keeled over, hugging his knees to his chest, panting, and surrounded in a pool of his own vomit and I must tell you it smells like dog shit.

I grab the only part of his shirt that isn't vomit covered and drag him to the couch, I realize I can't get him on it without covering myself in vomit so I prop him up against it.

"Undress, and wear these, I'll get you some water." I command.

He mumbles something under his breath, but I don't even bother to hear it and I walk to the sink, I find there to be no glasses in the cabinets What a fucking waste so I uncap a fire whiskey drain it into the sink and fill it with water hoping I left no alcohol behind. I turn around to see him shirtless with only the plaid pants I gave him.

"Ugh I need that water, give me." He holds his hand out for the bottle and I give it to him.

"Shirt?" I ask and I motion to his toned upper-body. That I want to lick all over, every fucking inch-

"Too warm for that shit." He declares waving his hand around.

He moves toward the couch and lays on it staring into the dancing figures in the fire.

Then I realize I really need to piss,I cant leave him alone with a fire,goddamn Gryffindor over-protectiveness. I see the sink in the corner of my eye and decide to do it. I unzip my pants quietly as possible and I grab my cock.

"Are you masturbating?" Draco says in a non-surprised voice. "Because one should not masturbate alone, I'll join you." He suggests.

"No! I'm pissing in the sink!" I exclaim. Goddamn seductive pervert now I'm half hard thinking about masturbating with that tool.

"Ah I see, well ill have you know that I am mad horny right now so don't be surprised if you see me jacking off at all tonight." He chuckles.

"Oh I determined that a while ago." I say as a stream of pee starts to come out of my cock.

With the crackling fire, the empty sound void between where I'm standing and where he's lying, and my sound of piss going down the drain, it's a bit awkward. I zip up and decide to get out of my uncomfortable school clothes. I go back over to the dresser and find another pair of the green pajamas and a black v-neck.

Eugh the thought of wearing Slytherin colors makes me want to vomit, there's been enough vomit for today, but I can't stay in my khakis the whole night. I quickly undress and redress, at least they're comfy. I turn around to see Draco looking at me. That fucking pervert was watching me? Fuck him that fucking prick.

"Don't you ever fucking warn me if you're going to watch! Not that you're even allowed to!" I nearly scream but I realize I have to keep my voice down.

"Sorry that you have a fucking hot body and an ass that I want to take."Draco says nonchalantly.

I look at him in disgust. "Pervert." I say.

"Hot stuff." He calls as I start to walk away feeling violated. I find my wand on the kitchen counter surrounded by the mountain of different foods and I cast a cleaning charm to get rid of the vomit covering the rug.

"Come lie with me?" Draco asks.

I sigh and turn to see him looking lonely on the bed, I can't resist he's had a horrible night even though he's still an asshole but I can't help but feel bad.

"Bring a bottle of fire whiskey too." He demands this time.

"No,no more fucking alcohol tonight." I refuse.

"It's for you idiot, I want to see you drunk."

I oblige and grab the nearest bottle of fire whiskey, crack it open, and take a swing while I walk over to him.

He rolls over to make room for me and I lie next to him taking rare, but continual sips from my bottle of fire whiskey. Were both silent for about 5 minutes until he blurts out.

" I don't hate you, I actually admire you Harry." His voice chokes a little and even he seems surprised that he used my first name."I know im an asshole but you don't fucking understand my home 's unsatisfying and I hate it. And the shit friends I have here sure don't make up for it.I always wanted to be friends with you,maybe even more…" His voice drifts off,and he turns his head towards me,and im already staring at eyes meet and a tear comes to his tries to hide it but I know its there, I reach out to try to thumb it out but he denies it by whipping his head the other way.

"Im sorry." I whisper.

" It's not your fault." Draco turns back and both of his eyes are filled with tears,about to break the tension and stream down from his face. I put the firewhiskey bottle on the nightstand and I motion my hands over to have him cuddle with me. He obliges and he fits perfectly into me. I sigh into his hair that reeks of alcohol but I don't complain. I'm happy now and that's all that matters.

I wake up to a light tapping on my shoulder,I groan and turn around to see Draco's hung-over face and I hold back a smile.

Will he still be nice to me? Will he yell at me for letting him sleep here instead of his prissy Slytherin dorm? Would he of been so drunk last night that he wouldn't of remembered anything and accuse me of rape?

He smiles at me and the bags under his eyes lighten a bit. I let out a big sigh.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"I don't know I took off my watch and I don't know where it is now…" Dracos head swerves trying to see if he can spot it from the bed.

I look at my watch and I realize it's only five in the fuckin' morning. I let a giant sigh flow right out of my body and I say "Fucking five in the morning you ass."

"Oh.."

"At least it's Saturday..." I mumble back."Hungry?"

He nods and purses his lips.

"Yeah actually…hey what happened last night-" I start.

"We don't have to talk about it." He puts his hand up as to say there is no need to graze a confusing and delicate matter.

My heads hammering and I can hear my heartbeat, I can only groan while I pile food onto a platter.

I appears with a platter, on it there are a couple of croissiants,grapes,and some cheese.

"Well this is pretty basic,and very muggle." Draco sounds displeased.

"Sorry I couldn't get your gourmet arse a 'wizard' meal." I say sarcastically. We both take slow bites on our croissants and I motion towards the grapes

"Sorry about last night." He mutters.

"Last night was great,well except for the throwing up and my god you need a fucking shower you reek.." I scrunch my nose up and turn away sniggering.

"Alright…" He says as a small room divider appears near the door and I see a whole bathroom in it.

He moves toward it and starts to pull down his pants and I see his perfect round arse…

"Im not embarrassed,look all you want,"

I immediately blush and he sees it through the mirror.

"And youre hotter when you blush." He says seductively.

He turns on the shower and starts to brush his teeth.

"So,last night I was drunk,you took me here,I vomited,you cleaned up,and then I fell asleep in your arms?" He asks innocently the bubbles from his toothbrushing nearly fall out of his mouth while he makes the sentence.

"Yeah.." I gulp.

He puts the toothbrush down and rinses out his mouth.

"Alright see you in a bit!" He says optimistically as he strips down his boxers and hops into the shower.

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