A/N: Hey guys! This is the rewritten first chapter of "A Drunken Love Affair" Hope you like it

"Ron, let's go we're gonna be late!" Harry yelled at his best mate of 11 years.

"I'm coming Harry, no need to get your knickers in a twist."

Harry chuckled while he tried to flatten his hair. "Never worked before, won't work now" he thought. Both boys were getting ready to go to the Ministry Gala in remembrance of the Battle at Hogwarts four years ago. As two-thirds of the "Golden Trio," both had to be in attendance. Though Harry always found it a bit much and at times … suffocating, he felt an obligation that he attends. He did defeat Lord Voldemort, after all.

After the war, everything was pretty up in the air. Harry didn't even know what to do with his life but he managed with the help of Ron and Hermione Granger, the last third of the Golden Trio. All three decided to return the Hogwarts after the war for their 8th year to complete their education. Ron started working with his brother, Fred, at his store, Weasley s' Wizard Wheezes. Hermione went to work at her parents' dental office part time as a receptionist while she completed tons of internships to truly figure out how best to serve the world. Harry bought Qudditch Quality Supplies from its previous owner after he displayed interest in retiring from the business and managed it for two years until he was offered the Defense against the Dark Arts professorship by McGonagall. Harry always thought that he wanted to become an Auror after Hogwarts but decided that even though the Ministry was becoming a helluva lot better with Shacklebolt in charge, he still didn't want anything to do with it. The only times he would even show his face was at the Gala every year. Which brings us back to the present…

"Ron, please hurry up! I hate being late!"

"Mione I have one mother, I don't need another. And I said I'm coming!"

"He's lucky if we don't leave his red-headed arse here" Hermione muttered to herself.

At that moment Ron came down the stairs wearing blue-black dress robes over a black Muggle suit with a white Oxford shirt and royal blue tie.

"I'm here, happy?" Ron asked Hermione as he was fixing his sleeve. When he looked up he was speechless.

Hermione wore a dark blue corset floor length dress (to match her date of course,) and silver high heels on. Her hair was impossibly straight and long for someone with such curly bushy hair as Hermione.

"Blimey 'Mione, you look fucking beautiful!"

"Ronald, watch your tongue." Hermione said sternly and added bashfully "but thank you, you don't look bad yourself."

"That's 'because Harry picked out my wardrobe" Ron said with a cheeky smile.

With that everyone looked at Harry. He had on purple –almost black- dress robes over a midnight black Muggle suit with a white Oxford shirt and deep purple tie on. The suit and tie made his eyes and unruly hair, which was grazing his cheeks, stand out. Next to Harry was his date for the evening and Hermione's roommate, Luna who had on a purple strapless floor length dress and had her hair in a sleek backed ponytail.

"Actually Ron, Hermione picked out your suit and robe" Harry pointed out

"WHAT!" Ron yelled and turned to his girlfriend with accusing finger. "I told you not to do that anymore! I'm a grown man who doesn't need his girlfriend picking out his outfits!"

"Oh Ron get over it, let's go we're late" and with that she walked out the apartment with a yelling Ron in pursuit.

"Geez Harry was that necessary?" Luna asked.

"Merlin, I didn't think he would react like that" Harry admitted "Let's just go and drink our problems away."

"Oh Harry," Luna giggled "don't ever change!"

And with that, the quartet Apparated to the Ministry.

After checking in their wands for the evening and being escorted to their table, the quartet were pleasantly surprised to see Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley already seated there.

"Hey! I thought you guys would have been the first ones here" Ginny stated with a smile.

"We would have been had your brother gotten ready when I told him to" Hermione responded with a glare at Ron.

"Well, I couldn't get the knot on my tie right. Sorry for being such a nuisance to you."

Hermione snorted, "A nuisance, really? Have you been reading my books again Ronald? I'm pretty sure you have never used that word before tonight."

Ron's face turned a bright red, almost surpassing the hue of his trademark hair. "I'll have you know that I knew that word before I read your books!"

"So, you admit you read my books?"

"NO! I never said that-"

"Alright you two, enough!" Harry shouted. "Does it matter if he did or not, Hermione? Quit arguing and let's have a good night, same goes to you Ron."

"Look who's bossing now" Hermione huffed under her breath.

"I'm going to go get a drink" Harry stated as he stood up from the table.

As he made his way passed the partygoers, someone grabbed onto his elbow. Reflexes had Harry reaching for his wand before he noticed it was the Minister.

"Shacklebolt, you almost gave me a fright."

Kingsley Shacklebolt laughed, a deep resounding sound coming out of his mouth. "Hullo Harry, how are you?"

"I'm good, and yourself?"

"Never better. Listen, I wanted to know if we can chat for a bit. I know you've declined the position before, but I would really appreciate it if you would reconsider taking up the post of Head Auror."

Harry sighed. Shacklebolt has been pestering for him about the same thing for the past three years. "With all due respect Minister, I've told you so many times before, I really don't want it. Plus, I'm not exactly qualified to take it. I haven't even gone through the necessary training, for Merlin's sake!"

"Harry, we both know you don't need the training. You've dealt with and survived more than the whole Auror Corps has! I know you don't hold any love for the Ministry but please think about it for me. We need you here more than Minerva needs you at Hogwarts. Your skills would be used more here than anywhere else plus-"

Just then Percy Wealsey appeared next to then and said "Minister, there you are! We've been looking for you everywhere. The Minister of Magic from France would like to speak to you about…"

With that, Harry escaped the Minister and made his way towards the bar. He needed a drink now more than ever. He motioned for the bartender and placed his order.

"I'll have a firewhisky please."

The bartender immediately responds as soon as he sees who it is.

"Here y-you go M-Mister P-Potter." The bartender hands Harry the bottle with shaking hands.

"Thanks" Harry replies with a smile as he paid the man. "Keep the change."

"T-Thank y-you sir." The bartender is all smiles as he walks away.

As Harry takes a gulp from the bottle, he hears a voice he hasn't heard in 4 years.

" Potter you never change, do you? Always the generous Gryffindor."

Harry turned to face none other than Draco Malfoy, the former Slytherin Ice Prince sitting right next to him. The years have been good to Malfoy, Harry could clearly see that. The platinum blond locks on the Slytherin's head were grazing his chin, which he finally grew into. There was not one wrinkle on his face and his lips were just as pink as Harry remembered. Malfoy's eyes were still the stormy gray that Harry found simply impossible to look away from. He didn't find it strange looking at a man like this, he became comfortable with his sexuality years ago. He can now say he was happily gay and proud of it.

"It's nice to see you to see you too Malfoy." Harry sarcastically said.

"Who knew the Savior of the Wizarding World was a sarcastic alcoholic?" Draco said with his trademark Malfoy smirk.

"I'm not an alcoholic, I just enjoy a drink once in a while" Harry stated with a "don't-you-dare-reply" look.

"Okay whatever you say" Draco raised his hands in defeat "So what have you been up to this past years?"

"Are you kidding me? Bloody hell Malfoy, why would you want to know?" Harry asked with an incredulous look in his eyes. He couldn't believe that Malfoy was actually trying to be….friendly. Did he just die because this couldn't be happening.

"Well Potter, I believe the saying is 'we buried the hatchet' so I'm trying to be civil and act like I care, so that I can get the hell out of here and go some place worth my time." Draco responded with a glare directed at the green-eyed man, who at this point had his mouth open in a silent "o." Draco rolled his eyes "But seeing how you're completely incoherent at the moment, I would take my cue and leave." With that, Draco got up and started walking towards the Apparation point.

Harry was finally able to come back down from whatever cloud he was on and saw that the Minister was walking his way, clearly on a mission to convince him to take the Head Auror position. He was happy with his professorship at Hogwarts. With that he jumped out of his seat and ran towards Draco.

"Maybe I can join you" Harry asked breathlessly. He really hoped that Malfoy would let him tag along. He was tired of the Minister plus he didn't want to deal with Ron and Hermione at the moment, sure that they were still arguing over her books.

"And why would I allow that, Potter?" Malfoy asked with a glare.

"Because, I'll…buy you drinks!" Harry had to try something. The Minister was getting closer.

"I'm not an alcoholic like you but, alright you can come." Draco turned away but not before seeing Harry's eyes light up a little.

"Thanks" Harry said as he sent a Patronus to his friends, letting them know he was leaving.

"Yea yea, come on lets go"

And with that the two wizards Apparated out of the Ministry.

A/N: There's the first chapter rewritten. Hope you guys like the new additions or even notice them for that matter. Reviews would be nice and quite motivating, to say the least.