"Nnngg…"

Harry rolled over, feeling decidedly worse for wear thanks to the Firewhiskey, and opened his eyes, squinting against the light. Thankfully there wasn't much of it. He was not, then, back in his bed in Gryffindor Tower, where he had left his clothes and other personal effects Hermione had finally unpacked from the beaded bag, and where the light had an annoying habit of shining right in his eyes no matter where he slept, and the curtains an equally annoying habit of opening themselves in the middle of the night. Now that he thought about it, it seemed damper and colder than in Gryffindor Tower, too, more like the Malfoys' dungeon…he hadn't been captured while passed out by an angry Death Eater, had he? That would have been very stupid. He opened his eyes all the way, wincing, and looked around. He was lying on a bed, which he ought to have realized before, and which was good evidence against capture. Lucius Malfoy wouldn't give him a bed. Harry looked in the other direction. And blinked. Draco Malfoy, though, apparently would, and had. And they were naked. Another look around the room convinced Harry that although he was in a dungeon, it was the less dangerous Slytherin dorm, likely that of the seventh year boys. For one thing, everything was decorated in green and silver. For another, the setup looked exactly like Harry's dorm, except that the beds had more quilts and the windows let in green-tinted light with a view of the bottom of the lake. For a third, the trunk lying next to the bed to Harry's right had the name Zabini inscribed on it. Assured that he was in no immediate danger of his life, since every other Slytherin, including Zabini, had fled, Harry returned his contemplation to the fact he and Draco Malfoy were lying in bed together, naked, and Harry couldn't remember how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was…making out with Malfoy at the party, and even that was fuzzy. Well, he supposed it wasn't that far of a stretch to sex with him. If that was indeed what had happened, and Harry thought by the way his body felt that it was. He had never had sex before, and he thought it was a bit irritating that he couldn't even remember his first time. Then again, nothing had ever been normal for Harry, and he had already had to get over the unfairness of being the only one able to fight a homicidal maniac, without being able to relax long enough to get laid, a fight likely to result in his own death, in which case he would never have gotten laid. He watched Malfoy sleeping for a moment, pale limbs stretched carelessly over the bed and leaving Harry very little room. A dark patch on his arm caught Harry's eye, and he realized it was the Dark Mark. It seemed lighter than Harry remembered, and he wondered if it was fading. Draco's eyes flickered open as Harry watched him.

"Hi," said Harry.

"Hi, yourself," replied Draco.

"So…we did it?" asked Harry, feeling supremely awkward.

"Mm-hm."

"…Was it good?"

That got Draco's attention. "You really don't remember?"

"I was drunk."

"Clearly."

There was silence.

I don't know if I could love him, thought Harry. I don't know if he can love me. I do know that he's hot as hell, and I would very much like to try this again sober. He leaned over and kissed Draco again, hard, running his hands up and down the other man's naked body. Draco responded eagerly, kissing Harry back and pulling him down to lie on top of him, snugging their groins together. The sensation made them both gasp, breaking the kiss.

"Care for a second round?" Harry asked huskily, grinning. Draco didn't grin back. He looked hesitant, actually.

"If you go now, this can be a mistake, a drunken one-night stand. If we do it again…then what?"

Harry shrugged. "More sex later?" When Draco only frowned at him, he added, "I've had enough for a lifetime of being responsible. Why don't we just see where this goes?"

Draco wasn't about to go asking twice, and as they began to touch each other again, Harry thought briefly of coming down to breakfast, and seeing Ron turn red and say, "You had sex with Malfoy?" and he quite looked forward to being able to grin evilly and answer,

"Twice."

A/N: I was gonna keep it very light, then I realized that to follow my own rules I should stick it under M just for drunk sex, and if I was going to do that, I figured I might as well have some fun with it. :) And I still don't know what the genre is. Hope that's not too obvious.