The Morning After

A Sequel to A Drunken Romance

Warnings: Dom!Draco, paranoid!Harry. Partly explicate sex, and lots and lots of Drarry. Not for kids.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowlings and I don't own a thing except this alternate universe story line.

It was birds chirping, the sun shining, and a very sore ass that Harry woke up to the next morning. At first he felt kind of high (because really he had finally gotten laid and all the frustration that had been building up over the past few months had drained from him but more importantly the man he had been falling in love with for the past years had been the one to take him) and he simply couldn't help the goofy grin that took its rightful place across his lips.

However, then came the realization that said lover had been quite drunk the night before- awesome bed partner or no- and the other side of the bed was only lukewarm and his stomach dropped with his smile.

He had slept with his drunken roommate.

He felt like a fucking broken record. You know? The kind that skips and skips and skips and- and finally someone bashes it in half because it had stopped at the worst part of the song and it was just so damn annoying that-

He had slept with his drunken straight roommate.

The ravenet was beginning to feel the signs of a very non-hung-over related headache coming on.

Groaning, he flipped over in bed then realized the sheets smelled like Draco and sex and despite himself as well as his very rich past experience- he was not a slut!- he could feel his face grow warm as his cheeks tinged pink.

It was with a far more despairing groan that he realized why exactly the world around him smelled like Draco and it certainly wasn't because the man slept there last night though by the indentation in the pillow he did- the ravenet chose to ignore the pluck of hope he felt at that. No, it all came down to the fact that the silky soft sheets and pale green- "Sea green!" snapped his inner Draco- sea green throw were not his own but belonged to the elusive man himself.

So came the realization that he indeed did not know where the snake was and would therefore have to tread quietly out of the den before said snake found a way to poison him in revenge for taking advantage of his rather inebriated state of the night before- damn broken record!- or was he already poisoned?! Pausing in his slow shift out of bed- the rustling of the damn goose feather throw was a lost cause, the quietness of said rustling was not- he took a moment to check over his vitals. No, his heart beat was strong, if not quite erratic but that was natural for someone on the precipice of death, and he didn't feel any slower than usual- or groggier on that note- though he could've used an untraceable, slow-acting poison. That would be more his style and-

Damn it! Now he was being paranoid.

Still though, he once again scanned the room for any signs of life- including poisonous animals- and, finding none, slithered the rest of the way out of bed.

Really, Harry scolded himself silently as he tiptoed across the room, making certain not to bump into any expensive furniture and of course pausing at any sound his paranoid mind conjured, this is seriously stupid!

It was true, he'd known the man for years and, bloodthirsty or not, he had never raised a hand- since their school days-against him. If anything Harry should be angry with Draco! After all, Harry had done everything to divert the disastrous- fucking amazing, worth any pounding or poisoning coming- night. It had been Draco that had lured him so deviously into bed. So, in essence it wasn't his fault.

A sound from the other side of the rather foreboding- why had Harry never noticed how large that door was?- bedroom door paused the ravenet in his footsteps and thoughts and he unconsciously held a breath.

Then there was a turning of the handle and Harry was desperately searching his mind for the pep talk he'd been giving himself earlier and all he could think of in his desperation half born of fear and half of anxiety was don't sick your snake on me don't sick your snake on me I love you so much I'll do whatever you want just don't poison me..!

Then the door was open and he was looking into the face of a very messy haired, half-naked, gorgeous, sexy Draco Malfoy and, staring at the lovely six-pack he had always admired from afar, his mind began short-circuiting. It was in that moment that he realized he, himself, was fully naked, had not noticed his vulnerability until that very moment- even as he had made the tip toeing journey across the room-, there was a very tempting window behind him and he was positive the six-floor drop was very very worth giving a chance in the face of the excruciating embarrassment he faced in the melt-you-into-a-pile-of-goo gray eyes of his roommate, and he was most importantly naked in front of his gorgeous no one could ever compare to, especially not him blond roommate.

All he could think to blurt out was, "Don't sick your snake on me!"

He was met with a rather dirty leer that he had only ever seen on the blond's face when he and Zabini were picking up some rather cheap female whores- he was not a slut!- and Draco Malfoy was… straight?

When the minutes ticked by and that leer had yet to disappear from the usually smirking, always attractive face and those gray gray eyes had yet to complete their own roving journey over the smaller man's own very bare slim figure, Harry could feel his agitation- nervous not angry- growing steadily, he finally snapped. Literally and figuratively.

"I am not a slut!" The combination of the sharp sound and the rather… interesting words were enough to bring his roommate's gray gray eyes back up to eye level with Harry's own cringing paridots (because really, could he not have thought of something smooth like a sultry 'eyes up here' or 'i have a better idea what that mouth could do' or something!).

It was to no surprise and quite a bit of chagrin for the ravenet that amusement replaced that leer. "Really, Potter you could have fooled me…" However, when those pretty gray eyes darkened to something similar to slate, and a rather possessive quality morphed the whimsical amusement into something far more dangerous- tempting- it was met with no little amount of surprise- lust. "But that time's over. Now that you're mine, I will kill anyone who dares lay a hand on you."

It was on a punctuation of 'anyone' that his roommate swept up to him- even graceful in his state of undress Harry somehow noticed through the fog of lust that consumed him in the backlash of that amazingly possessive tone- and pulled him bodily to his pale chest, wrapping his larger hands around the tanned slim waist as Harry's own hands automatically flew up to clutch at that broad gorgeous chest.

That damned blush from earlier found its way across his face once again, this time pinking his whole body as he was pressed so so provocatively against his half clothed blond, so so naked that he could feel the silk of his lover's boxers slide against his thighs and cock. "Are-" Embarrassingly enough his voice caught and suddenly he was so damned vulnerable and so laid out there it was hard to breathe- it didn't help that the other man was holding him so tightly like he could just flit away if his grip even loosened a bit, "-are you going to use poison?"

Then the spell was broken and he could feel more than hear the laughter that vibrated throughout his blond's gorgeous body. He found it more intoxicating than any past pleasure caused by any not important at all past lover and he could not help but to laugh along with him though he did not see the comedy in a question about his new boyfriend's choice of murder weapon.

Then he was being swept up in the taller man's arms and deposited on the bed that smelled utterly of sex and Draco and the blond was doing that thing with his tongue again and they were both suddenly so so bare and- and before he was swept under in ecstasy he could not help but find jealousy in how fast his best friend-turned-lover's hangover had disappeared (after all it took Harry at least half a day to get rid of the headaches that came with his own hangovers- especially when he drank as much as Draco had had the night before).

He would probably never realize just how much Draco had taken advantage of his naivety and just how truly sober the blond man had been during their first night together.

That was seriously fun. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing and trust me, I really enjoyed writing it!

Anyway, I went for a bit more of a humorous edge on it this time around and of course fluffy! No real drama for Drarry in this fic!

Also- the more reviews I get the more likely I am to brainstorm another addition to this universe b/c really those two are seriously adorable!

Cheers,

Mel