* A.N: I know it's been fucking ages, so let's cut to the chase. Read and review, because reviews make Harry super horny. Like, megahorny with a side of horny.

Fucking Hangovers and Fucking Changes

"Draco! Wake up, you plonker!" Draco groaned, rolling over onto his stomach and away from the hand shaking him.

"Fuck off." He mumbled. Dracos' head was killing him. It felt like bludgers were banging around inside his brain. Fuck firewhiskey. Fuck getting drunk. It was bloody awful.

"Draco! Wake up and put on some bloody clothes! I'm doing you a favor!" Zambini's tone, which signaled a barely restrained laughter, caused Draco to crack open an eye. Sure enough, Blaise was looking positively overjoyed.

"Eh? What are you on about?"

"Well…you seem to be passed out naked next to the fireplace, and you're lucky I'm the only one awake-"

"Bullocks." Draco said, eyes fluttering closed. Then he felt a draft. He was bloody freezing. And he felt the floor on his back…no clothes in the way. Draco's eyes snapped open and he sat up, looking down.

"Fuck!" Draco snapped, looking around hastily for something to cover himself with.

Zambini was laughing his arse off.

"Here, mate." Zambini said, handing Draco jeans and a shirt. Draco snatched them out of his hands, pulling them on roughly. Draco stood up, his head protesting and his stomach churning. He clapped his hand to his mouth. "Shit…are you going to-?"

Draco rushed past him into the loos and puked noisily, knees on the cold stone floor and hands braced on the sides of the toilet.

"Fuck…." Draco mumbled. This was humiliating. Draco Malfoy, waking up naked and puking in a toilet like a fucking commoner. What had he been thinking? This was so unlike him. He hated the changes he was going through. All he could think about was Harry fucking Potter, and how all of a sudden he cared about things. Like, once again, Harry fucking Potter. And he thought he'd said sorry about three times in the last day. Draco groaned again, flashes of last night coming back to him. Most of it was a blur, dream like, even. How he'd gotten to Gryffindor tower was completely blank. He could, however, remember his conversation with Harry perfectly well. That's the bit he wished he could forget.

"Obliviate me." Draco mumbled, resting his head on his arms, which were splayed on the toilet seat. He couldn't believe he was where he was right now. Where had his fucking hatred gone? When was it replaced with this pain and longing? Why couldn't he just go back to how he was before? Not giving a flying fuck about anything. Those were the good days. This uncertainty sucked complete bullocks. He'd gone up to Harry, and opened up as much was humanly possible for him. He'd never been so vulnerable in his whole life. And where did it get him? Bloody nowhere. He'd made a fucking mess of himself.

"Er…Draco? You alright, mate?" Zambini asked.

"No, I'm not bloody okay; I woke up naked in the common room."

Zambinin chuckled. "Yeah. How did you manage that?"

Draco frowned, trying to grasp at some memories. He got random flashes of stumbling back to the Slytherin dorms….he flexed his hand. He'd punched through a wall….ouch. Fuck. His knuckles hurt. He couldn't remember actually getting into the common room….he'd gotten into bed, clothes on…..and…and…fuck. He remembered getting an idea…..to get naked and go back to Gryffindor tower and see if that'd get a reaction from Harry. He must've passed out before he got the chance. Thank Merlin for that.

"Fucking hell…" Draco moaned, feeling his stomach churn again, and he bent his head over the loo and vomited painfully. No. He was never drinking again. He couldn't believe what a fucking idiot he had been! It was completely humiliating. What had Harry done to him? Draco was feeling things he'd never felt before, and he hated it. It was like Harry had created something in him…..something that twisted and turned and made him feel nervous and sick and warm and…fucking fuck fuck FUCK fuck. Why did this have to happen to him? Why? This wasn't him! He was some different person now. And he hated that person.

"Merlin, this is fucking foul." Zambini said, from further away. He must have moved back.

"Leave me alone, Blaise." Draco mumbled. He didn't want to be seen like this.

"Oh, come off it, you whiny git. I've been sick from drinking loads of times. Although, usually, when I wake up naked I'm not alone." Zambini said, laughing lecherously.

"Shut up." Draco said, wiping his mouth and standing up shakily. He waited a moment to determine whether or not he had to vomit again, but he didn't. He went to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He would take a shower, brush his teeth and…at some point he'd have to find Harry. The thought made him nervous, and he seriously considered simply avoiding him, but he wasn't a coward.

Then why did he feel so fucking scared?

"Are those love bites?" He heard Zambini ask, taking a step forward and gaping.

Draco's hand flew to his neck, covering the marks. Shit.

"No. Bruises. Don't remember how I got them, but they're everywhere." Draco said.

Zambini arched a brow. "Odd place for bruises."

Draco shrugged, striding past him. He needed to fucking shower, and he didn't like the suspicion in Blaise's expression. Okay. Shower. Brush teeth. Find Harry. But…what would he do once he'd found him? He had no bloody idea. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to. He had….feelings for Harry. And he needed to talk to him. Sort things out. But what did he think that would solve? Did he want to be with Harry? He thought he might, but the thought scared the bloody hell out of him. They were too different. Too much had happened in the past for them to work out but….he needed to talk to him. Needed to fix what he'd fucked up.

Who are you, Draco Malfoy?

…..

Harry came into his hand with a groan, panting and eyes squinted shut. This had to fucking stop. He'd been wanking without pause ever since the room of requirement incident. He kept thinking about Draco, and when he did he'd go hard immediately, and no matter how much he tried he couldn't get it to go down. So he'd wank.

Touching himself while thinking about Draco made for the best wanking he'd ever done. But he knew it wasn't healthy. Thinking about fucking a bloke and masturbating probably isn't the best way to get over said bloke. But he couldn't fucking help it. There was something about Draco that made Harry feel like he was bloody insane. He felt like a drug addict or something. This couldn't be normal. Someone couldn't fall in love with a person this fast.

Harry groaned, getting his wand and performing a cleaning spell. Falling in love. Fuck. That's what was happening, right? When all you can think about is that person, just being fucking near them and seeing them and hearing them and touching them and blah fucking blah. Yes. Harry reckoned he was falling in love. He couldn't have chosen a worse person to fall for either. Harry did his pants up and threw his bed curtains open, removing the silencing spell he'd done.

Draco had been so different last night; it had completely done Harry in. He was even more bloody confused now than he'd been earlier. Seeing Draco so vulnerable, no pretenses….it really fucked with him. And now he had to work even harder to get over him, which shouldn't be so fucking hard to do so early on.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Harry whispered to himself, putting his face in his hands. Draco Malfoy was definitely what was wrong with him.

Ron was still asleep, which suited Harry just fine because he wanted to be alone for a bit. It seemed like he felt like being alone a lot lately. His life was turning upside down.

Harry sighed, standing up and stretching. He'd wander around the castle for a bit….maybe go outside for fresh air. He just needed to get away for a bit.

He pulled on a pair of jeans and a white V-neck shirt rolled up to his elbows. Yeah. He'd just go around the castle for a bit.

…

Draco pulled on a pair of jeans, frowning. He'd never worn these ones before. They were rather tight. Skinny jeans or something. Black skinny jeans. Draco eyed himself in the mirror. It looked good….just a bit different. He had no idea what shirt to wear. Why the fuck was he so worried about how he looked? He was always so confident in himself. Now he was nervous as hell, and he'd changed 4 bloody times…because he was going to find Harry.

"This is a bad idea." Draco mumbled, going back to his pile of clothes to find a shirt. He picked up a black tee-shirt and put it on. The shirt was very soft. It was one of his favorites. He sighed, going to the mirror again. God. He looked like a villain. Which, he guessed, he may be. To Harry, at least.

Despite this, he thought he liked how he looked. The black was stark against his skin, and it made his grey eyes stand out. He ran his fingers through his hair. It was still un-gelled. Soft. Flopping over one of his eyes and sticking out in messy tufts in some places. He actually liked it like this. Draco smirked. Just a few days ago, he would get caught dead with his hair looking like he'd been shagged senseless. It was messy. Like Harry's. Draco took a deep breath. Okay. He'd go find Harry and say…something. God. He had no idea what he'd say. Or do. But he needed to see him.

"I am such a poof." Draco said to his reflection, shaking his head and putting his hand on his forehead. He didn't know how he'd managed to change so much so quickly, but maybe it wasn't a bad thing.

Harry. Draco cracked a small smile. I bloody like Harry Potter.

….

Draco walked down a long corridor, feeling slightly self-conscious. Quite a few people were looking at him as though he'd grown tits on his face. He supposed he did look a bit different than he usually did. Whatever. He didn't care about what people thought. He was on a Potter seeking mission. He'd go to Gryffindor towers, and ask someone to get Harry for him. He smirked. This was exactly like his plan last night, except he wanted to do a bit better this time. Maybe avoid humiliating himself. Although lately, it seemed as though it was inevitable. Harry made him lose it.

Draco shrugged, trying to ignore his stomach which suddenly felt sick, and his heart which was in his throat. What was he thinking? Going to find Harry and trying to talk to him. He was turning into a total nutter. He took a deep breath. No. He'd been trying to talk himself out of this all morning. Just keep going. Just go to Gryffindor tower and-Draco stopped in his tracks, and then backed up, looking out of the window to his left. He saw a mess of black hair, jeans, and a white shirt. The figure was walking towards the forest. Draco took a sharp breath. He'd know that hair anywhere. It was Harry. He had to catch up to him. Draco started running.

….

Harry didn't really know where he was trying to go. He seemed to be heading to the forbidden forest. Oh well. Why not. He'd just sit on the outskirts, on a trunk or something. When had be become such a depressing person? Wanting to sit alone next to a dark, dank forest. Harry rolled his eyes at himself. He was so fucked up right now. When would it get better? How much time would it take?

Harry continued walking, getting closer and closer to the looming trees, which seemed to have a life of their own.

"You realize the forest is forbidden for a reason, right?"

Harry 's next step faltered, and he stumbled in place. He whirled around. Draco. Draco, in tight jeans. Draco with messy hair and hickeys on display. Draco in a black shirt that clung to him just a little bit. God. Shoot me now.

"Dra-Malfoy? Are you bloody following me?" Harry asked, his voice a little louder than he'd intended. He balled his hands into fists.

Draco shrugged. "A bit, yeah. You know it's dangerous, going into the forbidden forest. And I'd rather not go in with you again. Creepy shit happens to unicorns in there." Draco said, cracking a crooked smile.

Harry was confused for a moment, before he remembered his first year at Hogwarts. He almost smiled back, but caught himself, mentally cursing. Great. Draco was being funny now. Harry had been hoping it was just because he'd been drunk. It'd be so much easier if Draco was being a prick.

"Yeah? Well don't come with me. Go back inside, Malfoy." Harry said emotionlessly.

Draco put his hands in his pockets, tilting his head.

"Do you want me to?"

Harry felt his eyebrows draw together. "Do I want you to what?"

"Go inside?" Draco was smiling again. What the fuck was he playing at? Was he putting on an act? This just wasn't…normal.

"Er…yeah. Yes. Just…go away, Draco. I'm not in the mood for your shit today."

Harry turned, preparing to go deeper into the forest.

"Oi! Hold up, Harry. I want to talk to you."

Harry paused, closing his eyes and trying to count till ten. This couldn't be good. He couldn't be around Draco. It was bad for him. And he had no idea what was going through Draco's mind. He was acting so fucking different. Harry faced Draco, walking up to him until they were about a foot apart. He had to make Draco leave.

"I don't want to talk, Draco. You are a complete prick. And you're a sociopathic asshole. I told you I might like you, and you told me you just wanted a fuck. That's enough talking, I think. So please. Do me a favor and FUCK OFF." He screamed the last bit, thrusting his hand towards the castle.

Draco stood still, his face going pale. "You're right." It was so quiet; Harry didn't dare believe he actually heard it. "I've been an evil prick. What do you expect? I'm a Slytherin." Draco said, glancing up at Harry and smiling sheepishly. "But I'm here, aren't I? And…you know…wanting to talk and such. Sort of a big step for me."

Harry just stared, gaping. He had no idea what was going on. What the fuck was happening? This was not Draco. Was he under the imperius curse? Harry was caught off guard.

"Uh…what?"

Draco smirked, his hand going through his hair, making it even messier. "Talking, it's where we say words to each other."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I know what talking is, prat. I just don't get what it is you want to talk about. It's all been said."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah. But what if my stance has changed? Look. For some reason, all I can think about is you. You and your stupid mouth and hair and fucking eyes and I must be going crazy or something. I've been apologizing lately! That isn't me. Or it wasn't. I dunno. I'm changing or something. And I feel weird things about you that definitely isn't hate and now I have to get used to the idea of being bent…which I bet Pansy would just love to find out about. Merlin, she'll have my head. And the only reason I freaked out after we…you know….was because I'm bloody confused as hell. I mean, we hated each other, right? Enemies for life…and now I'm wanking over you and holy SHIT I can't believe I just said that, because normally I wouldn't admit to that...but once again I'm turning into a fucking nutter….like looney lovegood-"

Harry put his hand over Draco's mouth, "Stop," he said. He'd never heard Draco say so much in all the years he knew him. And he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Draco was saying he was bent, and that he had feelings for Harry. Harry felt his stomach get tight, and his heart was beating a mile a minute. He wanted to believe him….but if he did…..then things would change. Then, they'd both said they'd had feelings and then maybe they'd start seeing each other…and Harry was fucking worried that Draco would wreck him. He was even more worried by just how badly he wanted to be with him, despite that possibility.

"Why are you doing this to me, Draco?" Harry asked quietly. "You're fucking with my head, you know that?"

Draco encircled Harry's wrist with his fingers and pried his hand away from his mouth.

"I'm sorry I'm fucking with your head. I was…an idiot before. But I was finding out I was gay, Harry. And I'm a Malfoy, and a Slytherin….and this is going to change my entire life. I just didn't deal with it very well. I'm not saying I'm going to suddenly be a giant ball of sunshine…but I'm trying….or something. And I like you. So please stop being a pussy and running off into forbidden forests, Harry. It isn't very Gryffindor of you and-"

Harry grabbed Draco's shirt and yanked him forward and crashed their lips together. Hard. Draco made a low sound in his throat, his hands going to Harry's waist to pull him closer.

Draco thought he'd sounded like a complete idiot, which he never used to worry about. But it must have paid of somehow, because Harry's tongue was sliding hotly into his mouth and he tasted so fucking good. Even better than Draco had remembered. And their mouths were grinding against each other and their lips were meeting and parting with increasing intensity. Draco moaned, one hand going to Harry's jaw and the other threading through his hair and tugging. Harry's tongue was sliding sensually against his, and his body was pressed right up against him. Draco could feel Harry's hardness grinding into him, and he groaned in triumph.

He was here. Kissing Harry. He didn't know what he said exactly to change his mind, but he was so fucking glad he said it. He bit on Harry's lip, running his hand up the back of his shirt and feeling the hot, smooth skin there. Harry moaned, pulling away.

"What is it about you, Draco? No matter whether I like you or hate you, you always drive me bloody insane. That's not on." Harry panted, his forehead resting against Draco's.

Draco shrugged. "Maybe I'm just excellent at everything."

Harry cracked a smile, encircling Draco's waist with his hands. "Yeah? I'll make it harder for you then. If you seriously want to talk, prove it. I'm not going to trust you in a day. Do something to show me you're serious, and then we'll talk."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Can we go on snogging though? This is starting to get boring."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Shove off. I mean it. Do something to show me you want this, and then we'll talk."

"Isn't following you into the bloody woods enough?" Draco asked, leaning forward to try and catch Harry's lips with his. Harry moved back, letting go of Draco.

"Think about it, Draco." He said, winking and walking away, leaving Draco standing there feeling a bit like a prat.

What the fuck did Harry want him to do?

*A.N: Tee-hee. Aint I a scamp? So...Draco has to do something to prove to Harry he's actually ready to talk...and that he can be trusted. What oh what will he do? Keep reading and find out! There's only going to be one chapter left...maybe two if I'm feeling it. Review my lovelies, because reviews are the shit!