The longest chapter in this story yet! I just had so much I wanted to fit in. Plus, finally we see a bit of Drarry action. I'm excited to hear what you think.

March soon turned into April, bringing with it some warmer weather. Ron and Hermione's wedding was scheduled for the last day of the month and in the weeks leading up to it Harry found himself not only incredibly busy at work but also committed to a number of social engagements. Draco too, was throwing himself into his work at St Mungos with unprecedented intensity. In addition to that, he had taken to concocting various potions in his spare time. More than once Harry entered the kitchen to find two or three cauldrons simmering away.

The Slytherin still showed little enthusiasm for leaving the house and "socailising" as Harry had put it, and if truth be told Harry was more than happy just to keep to their routine of sitting in the drawing room after dinner, drinking and talking. They had not breached the topic of romantic interests since Blaise had left.

It was during one such evening that Harry finally decided to broach the subject of his godson's upcoming birthday, an event that was traditionally hosted at Grimmauld Place.

"Yes mother mentioned the boy once or twice." said Draco, "Tonks was her niece after all. But I'd no idea that you were the godfather. That's… nice, I guess."

Harry snorted, "Only you could make it sound like such an unfortunate thing. Though you don't strike me as the type to like children."

Draco frowned in mock offence.

"I'm sure, one day I will love my own children very much, but until then I have little interest in the offspring of others."

The black haired man chuckled.

"Well I hope you can put up with him for one day as we shall be hosting his birthday next week."

"Well, sure, I mean, it's your house, and if you want me there…"

"Of course," Harry cut across him. "You're…" he was going to say "part of the family now" but that seemed a tad excessive.

"You're my friend, and I want you there."

He was rewarded with a rare genuine smile.

"Besides, Hermione would never forgive me if I shunned you. Societal integration and all that."

/

"Uncle Harry, Uncle Harry!" Teddy's childish voice rang out as soon as Harry opened the door. He scooped the little blue haired boy into his arms and held him in a tight hug, nodding to Andromeda who followed her grandson in.

"Alright Squirt?"

"Guess how old I am now?" said Teddy.

"Four!" he proclaimed proudly without giving Harry a chance to speak.

"Wow, so big!" cheered Harry as he carried him past Mrs Blacks wildly gesticulating portrait. He still had not found a way to remove her from the wall but had at least managed to find an effective silencing spell that kept the house peaceful.

They headed into the formal dining room, which was very rarely used except for occasions such as this. The ceiling was filled with glowing orbs in all different colours and the table had been beautifully set by Bitty.

It was here they found Draco, putting the finishing touches on the streamers that hung from the drapes. He turned as Harry and Teddy entered.

"Who's that?" asked the little boy as Harry put him down.

"That," said Harry, "Is your cousin Draco."

"Oh." Teddy scrunched up his face concentrating hard, and all of a sudden his spiky turquoise blue hair suddenly became sleek and blonde, even his nose and chin elongated a little giving his face a pointed look.

Harry gaped. He was strongly reminded of meeting an eleven year old Draco in Diagon Alley for the first time. The other man looked no less nonplussed.

Andromeda entered the room. For a moment everyone froze as she took in Draco and Malfoy miniature. He returned her look. Harry knew what he was thinking, because he had thought it the first time he had seen Dromeda. The resemblance to Bella was clear, but like Harry had, Draco was beginning to notice the differences. The softer, kinder face, and light brown curls that framed it. The blonde man quickly schooled his features into a polite, if tentative, smile, hiding his shock.

It was Dromeda who broke the silence. She spoke to Teddy who had been looking nervously back and forth between the adults.

"Edward Remus Lupin, what have I told you about copying other people's appearance! It's incredibly rude and you know that."

In an instant Teddy was his usual blue haired, dark-eyed self, his little face so reminiscent of his mother.

"Sorry Nan."

She strode towards Draco, and they sized each other up.

"Draco."

He shook the hand she extended.

"Aunt Andromeda."

"Harry tells me good things about you."

His eyebrows shot up, a half smile on his face as he turned towards Harry.

"Does he now?"

Harry felt heat rise in his cheeks.

"Well I just forgot to mention the bad things" he mumbled before he was saved by the sound of the door bell.

They were soon joined by Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Mr & Mrs Weasley.

"Hagrid couldn't make it," said Hermione "but he's sent a present, here." She handed Harry a large box with holes poked in the side.

"And this one's from George" chimed Ron, placing a smaller package on top of the box which shook ominously.

Secretly Harry thought he would not be letting Teddy have either present until he had taken a good long look at them himself, as both probably contained items not appropriate for a child you wanted to keep alive.

Kingsley stopped by just to wish Teddy a happy birthday and to remind Harry that they had a meeting scheduled the following Monday.

The last of the group to join them was Bill and Fleur accompanied by their almost two year old daughter Victoire. Fleur placed a delicately wrapped silver parcel on the growing pile of presents which also contained gifts sent by Ginny, Neville, Hestia, McGonagall and to Harry's surprise, Narcissa. Draco merely shrugged when Harry shot him a questioning look.

/

They sat down to eat, laughing and talking. Harry was glad to see that Draco seemed to be getting along with everyone and indeed did not look out of place at all in the current company. Even Ron was civil to him. They finished the meal with a giant chocolate birthday cake, courtesy of Mr's Weasley.

They oohed and ahhed as Teddy began to unwrap his many gifts. Minuature Chudley cannons quidditch robes came from Ron, a book (A Childs First Guide to Magical Creatures) from Hermione. Among the other gifts, were a golden piggybank in the shape of a Goblin, from Bill and Fleur, an orchid from Neville (which was charmed, he wrote, to change colour depending on what the weather would be that day,) and an odd looking hat from Luna ("It's just been newly developed to keep away wrackspurts.")

Both house elves had presented Teddy with photo frames encasing images of himself with Harry. Bitty's frame was made of ornately coloured glass pieces, placed together in an attractive mosaic. Kreacher, it appeared, had simply stuck macaroni to a wooden frame. The little boy, however, squealed with delight and loved them both equally.

Narcissa's gift turned out to be a beautifully made cloak of green velvet, the silver clasp at the neck bore the Black family crest and Andromeda said, with an odd look on her face, that she was sure it came from one of her very own cloaks she had left behind when she married.

After cautiously opening Hagrid's box, they were pleased to discover its contents seemed to be nothing more than a tiny ginger kitten. That is, until the little cat shook itself and all of a sudden turned silver grey.

"She's like me!" Teddy shrieked and Harry made a mental note to write Hagrid a very long thank you letter.

Harry had bought Teddy a brand new broomstick as he was fast outgrowing the one he had received two years previously and Draco got down on one knee to present the boy with a quaffle, nearly half the size of a regular one.

"Of course," said Draco with a wink at Harry, "You'll be a seeker one day, everyone knows it's the best position."

All in all, the afternoon passed most pleasantly. The only great drama had been when silver haired Victoire latched herself on to Teddy and refused to let go while he glared at her and proclaimed loudly that he didn't like babies or girls or anyone who wanted to hold his hand.

"Don't worry Squirt," said Ron, ruffling his hair, "One day you will be wishing a pretty little girl like Victoire wants to hold your hand."

/

Harry was in an exceedingly good mood over the next few days. Draco too, seemed unusually jubilant. Harry could hear him humming to himself as he fussed over one of his cauldrons in the kitchen hearth.

Within no time at all, the wedding was a week away and as planned, Harry was to join Ron's brothers and some friends from work for Ron's bachelor party.

He thought briefly about asking Draco to join them, but decided after some deliberation that Ron, Draco and an excessive amount of alcohol was a bad combination.

/

On the night of the party Harry flooed to Ron and Hermione's house, to find Charlie, Bill and George already there.

Percy, true to his nature, considered anything so depraved as a bachelor party beneath him and declined to attend.

"Of course," Ron had said to Harry more than once, "I didn't really want to have Percy in the wedding party at all, but Mum insisted, you know, seeing as how he missed Bill's wedding and all"

Hermione had taken off for the whole weekend with her bridesmaids leaving the boys to do as they pleased.

As soon as Ron was ready they stepped out the back door, turned on the spot and apparated, appearing in front of what seemed to be an old nightclub, though it looked like it hadn't been open for many years. Walking down the alley adjacent to the building, they came to a small red door. A flickering neon sign beside it read Fairy Dust.

Charlie took out his wand and tapped twice on the door which dissolved. As Harry stepped through the doorway, his ears were suddenly assaulted by loud, thumping music and he was impressed by the power of the muffling spells that must be on the place. They moved up the dark passage, following the music until it opened up into a cavernous room, The dance floor was packed with bodies, and music seemed to emanating from every corner of the room. Hundreds and hundreds of live fairies fluttered overhead, winking like tiny stars and covering the crowd below in an ever changing blanket of multicoloured light.

"Brillant" grinned Ron.

"I got us a VIP booth upstairs," shouted Bill over the music, "follow me."

Neville, Seamus and Dean were already waiting in their booth, along with two other blokes from the auror office, James and Eddie.

As soon as they had taken their seats, a pretty witch appeared, tray in hand, to take their drink orders.

She was, Harry noted, quite scantily clad. Each time someone requested a drink she snapped her fingers and it appeared on the tray.

"And for you hun?"

"Oh, um, I'll have a err…" he glanced down at the menu on a table, "a Deathly Hallows please."

"Those will kill you, they will" grinned George as Harry took a sip and felt his eyes water. It seemed to be a mix of vodka, fire whisky and some other unidentifiable spirit.

It was so loud in the club that they had to nearly shout to be heard but no one seemed to mind. Ron looked like he was having a great time, which was, Harry supposed, the whole point. As most of their number headed down onto the dance floor, Harry found himself next to Neville.

"How's it, being back in the office?" Harry bellowed in his ear. "I haven't seen you since you went undercover in the Durden case."

"To tell you the truth Harry, I don't think undercover is my thing." He looked serious.

"I don't think being an Auror is my thing really. What about you? I hear they've got you on Deatheater duty."

It took Harry a moment to realise what he meant.

"Oh Malfoy, yeah, that's a piece of cake though. Glorified baby sitting really, and he's been no trouble, in fact," he smiled ruefully, "I've kind of come to like having him around the house."

Neville looked doubtful.

"Something to do I guess. I get to do a bit of detective work, and I get to make the arrests once we've pinned 'em down, but I'm chained to my desk a lot of the time."

"At least your home each night. Hannah hates it that I'm out of the house so much."

"Yeah, true."

At that point they were interrupted by a booming voice, magically amplified over the music.

"Ladies and gentleman, witches and wizards, I am pleased to announce we have a special treat for you tonight."

The crowd cheered. Harry and Neville moved to the balcony where they overlooked the writhing dance floor below. He could see Ron's eager head bobbing up and down near the stage at the front of the room.

"We are fortunate to be joined," the voice proclaimed, "by none other than the popular dance group Ménage á trios!"

More cheers broke out from the crowd as three veela stalked onto the stage. They simpered at the their audience, blowing kisses and tossing their hair back.

The music changed, the beating drums dropped away and was replaced with something smoother and more melodic and they begun to dance.

Since he was prepared for it, the veela's dance didn't affect Harry as it had the first time he had seen them, and he was able to keep a somewhat level head.

At length, he wondered if his time spent with Fleur afforded him some clarity.

The bar witch appeared at is elbow and he swapped his empty tumbler for another Deathly Hallows. It was quite nice, he thought vaguely, once you ignored the burning sensation as it slid down your throat.

He watched the veela. They moved with inhuman grace, enthralling the watching crowd, who swayed in time to the music.

Something about the way their silvery hair shimmered in the low light reminded Harry of someone and with a jolt he realised he was thinking of Draco's smooth blonde head. Frustrated, he shook his own head as if to rid himself of the strange thought, drained his glass and went to find Ron.

/

Harry stepped from the triple decker bus into the cool evening air. A chorus of goodbyes followed him and he thought, as the Knight Bus took off with great speed again, that he could hear Ron and George starting up another round of Weasley is Our King.

Stumbling up his front steps, he burst through the front door with an unnecessary amount of noise and giggled quietly to himself as he passed Mrs Black who was wildly waving her arms, a voiceless scream coming from her gaping mouth.

Harry was about to climb the stairs to the second floor when he noticed faint light coming from the drawing room. He made his way unsteadily down the hall and pushed open the door to find Draco sitting in an armchair by the fire, a book open in his lap. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"You're out late." He said it with careful casualness but Harry thought he detected something underneath.

"Ron's bachelors, didn't I mention it?"

"Must have slipped your mind."

"Oh."

He stood swaying slightly in the doorway, not sure what else to say.

"I suppose you had fun then? Lots of pretty girls?"

"They had Veela." He smiled somewhat dreamily. "They were nice. Pretty hair. Silver blonde, kind of like your hair. Maybe you're part Veela."

The words tumbled out of his mouth before his inebriated brain managed to catch up.

"I mean," he stuttered, "Bill's wife is, you know, I wasn't sure if it was a common thing…"

He trailed off. Perhaps it was only the heat from the fire, but Harry thought Draco looked rather flushed. The blonde arched an eyebrow.

"No Potter, I have only pure wizarding blood as you well know, but er, thanks all the same I guess."

Harry nodded thinking now would be a good time to make an escape to bed before any other strange thoughts spilled from his mouth.

"Well, Goodnight then."

"Goodnight Harry."

Out of the corner of his eye, as he turned towards the door, Harry thought for a moment that Draco was looking rather pleased, but that was probably just the alcohol talking.

/

The day of Ron and Hermione's wedding dawned bright and clear, if a little cool. Harry left midmorning to meet up with Ron and his brothers.

"You know where you're going?" he called up the stairs as he prepared to leave.

"Yes Potter, contrary to what Weasley might believe, I'm not entirely stupid."

Harry grinned as he shrugged on his coat.

"Well I'll see you there then."

Ron appeared much calmer than Harry anticipated when he arrived, although, Geroge let slip that he had already plied his brother with a healthy amount of brandy in his coffee.

Ron grinned broadly when he saw Harry.

"This is going to be great," he enthused, straightening his bow tie.

At long last they were ready and they left the elegantly decorated room they had been using, to step out into the sunshine.

The venue Hermione had chosen was the sprawling gardens of a stately manor home just east of London. Beds of roses in every possible colour surrounded them giving off a delicate scent in the afternoon sun.

The ceremony itself was taking place in the centre of the garden. Already Harry could see guests beginning to seat themselves, in the white chairs that faced an archway adorned with white roses where Kingsley was standing, waiting to officiate.

It was rare for the minister himself to perform such a service. Normally these things were left to members of the Births, Deaths and Marriages Office in the Department of Magical Law but Shacklebolt seemingly thought Ron and Hermione's contributions in the wizarding war and the years since, warranted such an honour.

As the boys headed up the isle to stand beside the Minister, Harry spotted Draco among the crowd looking rather dapper in his grey suit. The blonde winked cheekily as he passed and Harry couldn't help but smile.

Hermione's parents sat in the front row looking pleased as punch. Next them was Fluer, clutching a struggling Victoire in her lap. Fleur had politely declined to be a bridesmaid stating that she was now an "old married woman" and would have her hands far too full with her daughter.

"I was actually a bit relieved," Hermione had once confided to Harry. "She was sure to have upstaged me."

Hagrid, a head and shoulders above everyone else took up several seats to himself in the back row and waved enthusiastically, almost knocking the hat off Professor McGonagall beside him.

With some amusement, Harry noted not all of Ron's family had been able, or willing, to follow the muggle dress code. A wizard Harry recognised as being a distant Weasley uncle was wearing a suit in a garish sunflower print and one lady had a live cat perched atop her hat. Every now and then the cat would get up and stretch languidly before rolling over and falling asleep again.

A hush fell over the crowd as a carriage came into view drawn by a pair of sleek grey horses. Hermione's father jumped up to meet it and extended his hand to assist the first of the bridesmaids. Ginny looked resplendent in body hugging, mauve silk.

Harry felt a twinge in his stomach. He and Ginny had parted on good terms, and were determined to remain friends, even so, it had been a while since he had seen her. Luna exited next, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and laced with tiny purple flowers. Two other witches followed that Harry recognised and being Hermione's friends from the Ministry, and finally, George's long time girlfriend, Angelina Johnson.

The crowd waited with bated breath as Mr Granger reached his hand into the carriage to help Hermione out.

She was always such a practical person Harry half expected her to emerge wearing a sensible pantsuit but the girl that stepped down could have been mistaken for a fairy princess.

Sheer lace covered her shoulders, the silk bodice was adorned with exquisite beadwork coming in at the waist only to flair out in a many layered tulle skirt. She looked simply stunning and Harry glanced at Ron to see him slack-jawed, gazing at her in unabashed adoration.

The ceremony itself was short and simple. It seemed like no time at all before they both leaned forward and locked lips as man and wife. Harry stepped forwards and linked arms with Ginny and together, they followed the newlyweds back down the isle.

In contrast to the short ceremony, the photographs seemed to drag on. The rather bossy photographer shuffled them around into every conceivable combination including photos with the Grangers, Arthur, and a very tearful Molly who kept dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief and exclaiming loudly about "my beautiful baby boy."

Ginny rolled her eyes as she leant against Harry in yet another pose.

"Honestly, you'd think she hadn't done this all before."

/

It was a relief when they were finally released to join the other guests on the manor terrace. Harry was just thinking he would like to find the bar when an arm touched his and he turned to see Draco, a glass of red in each hand. Gratefully, Harry took the one offered to him and turned to stare out over the gardens.

"Some do, this." spoke Draco at length. "They've certainly spared no expense."

Harry wasn't sure if this was supposed to be a slight on the Weasley family's lack of wealth and said nothing.

"Reminds me of home," mused Draco turning and indicating the house. Harry turned curiously to examine the manor. His only visit to Malfoy manor had been undertaken in the cover of darkness and had not been a pleasant experience. He had done his best to block it from his mind.

"Do you miss it?"

Draco made a face and took another sip of wine.

"No. Perhaps it felt like home once, but after everything that happened there…" he gave a slight shudder.

"I do miss my mother though. I haven't seen her since the day I got out, she came to see me at the Ministry."

"Well why don't you visit her?" Harry asked, surprised that Narcissa hadn't been beating down his door to see her precious son.

Draco flushed.

"Too far out of London" he muttered. "My probation terms won't allow it, not unless… not unless you come with me."

Harry remained silent. Part of him wanted the satisfaction of making Draco ask.

Draco scowled in frustration, knowing exactly what Harry was waiting for.

"Potter would you be ever so kind as to accompany me to visit my mother."

Harry allowed a hint of smugness to creep into his voice.

"Why Malfoy, I'd be delighted."

They were interrupted by the arrival of the bride and groom. Harry joined the other members of the bridal party as they took their seats at the head table. Invariably, he was seated next to Ginny.

"Malfoy. An interesting choice of date."

"And who did you bring?"

"Warick plays for the Cannons" she said loftily. "Ron will love him."

Harry snorted and went back to eating his entrée.

The meal passed easily, Harry and Ginny chatted about what was new in their lives. It was only when he said it out loud that Harry realised how much of his life these days revolved around Draco.

They enjoyed listening to the talk of the other pairs around them. Charlie didn't seem to have any interest in girls unless they were scaly and breathed fire and was talking avidly with Ron and Hermione about the best locations to spot Asian Lung on their Japanese honeymoon. All the while his assigned partner Patricia clung to his arm, commenting about how big his biceps were and dropping not so subtle hints about what they could do after the reception.

Percy on the other hand was enthralled with Hermione's friend Audrey and was talking a mile a minute. ("Dangerous Creatures Department aren't you? Yes I think I've seen you around. I'm over in Transportation myself, head of department actually if I'm being quite honest.") To everyone's great surprise, except perhaps a smug looking Hermione, she seemed equally enraptured by him. ("Well it's no surprise really, I heard how quickly you rose in Fudge's administration, straight out of school no less. Shacklebolt would have seen your value of course.")

/

As night fell, the sound of eating gave way to speeches. Ginny's was very amusing, Harry's heartfelt. Arthur had just about everyone in tears and even Hagrid stood to say a few words about how he always knew they were right for one another.

The dancing begun, Ron led Hermione onto the dance floor where they were joined by the bridal party. Harry and Ginny swayed gently to the music.

"Did you ever think that one day we would do… this?" She indicated the reception.

"I dunno, I never really thought about it."

"No. Well that doesn't surprise me. You never wanted to talk about anything important."

"Because every time you brought something up, it just ended in another argument," he replied somewhat defensively.

She looked up at him.

"An argument because you would never tell me what you were thinking Harry. The arguments I could take, but you never let me in. The moment things got tough you just shut me out."

Harry didn't have a reply to that.

"You weren't happy though," she continued, "towards the end. You seem happier now."

She looked at him kind of sadly.

"I hope for your sake you find a way to let someone in, one day."

There was a tap on his shoulder. Warick was there, hoping to dance with his date.

Harry acquiesced and left the dance floor. Without realising it, his eyes began to scan the terrace for Draco.

The blonde leant against the side of the house, cigarette in hand, deep in conversation with Charlie Weasley.

Harry joined them and without even asking he pulled the cigarette from Draco's fingers and took a large draw.

"Those things will kill you , you know." smirked Draco.

"I didn't know you smoked Harry." said Charlie, lighting his own cigarette with the tip on his wand.

"I don't, but sometimes, you just get the urge to do something… stupid."

Draco's mouth twitched. "I know how you feel."

"I'll see you later lads," interjected Charlie suddenly and he beat a hasty departure. A second later Patricia passed them, her eyes on Charlie's retreating form.

"So what's it like seeing Weasley again?'

Harry knew he meant Ginny, though he detected a note of bitterness in Draco's voice and wondered why it was there.

"I'm fine, were fine. She's just… not what I need I guess."

"And what do you need?"

Harry stared at the Slytherin and was disconcerted to see him looking so serious.

"I don't know."

His eyes dropped to Draco's tie. It sat a little off centre and without thinking Harry reached out to straighten it.

Immediately Draco stiffened. Harry withdrew his hand, embarrassed.

"Sorry, I – your tie.."

"It's fine." he said gruffly, "I was just… caught off guard."

They looked at each other and Harry couldn't help but notice the tie was the exact same shade as Draco's eyes.

"Come", said the blonde, breaking the tension and moving away.

"It's an open bar and I intend to get well sloshed off Weasley money."

/

It was an evening of raucous frivolity. Harry danced with Hermione, Teddy (who insisted before had to leave to meet his bedtime), Andromeda, Mrs Weasley and even Professor McGonagall.

Muggle relations forgotten, a tipsy Neville performed a tricky little charm that caused every rose in the garden to glow brightly. George had brought some of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes best fireworks and they lit up the night sky, spinning and sparking to much applause. There was a squeal from a group of the girls and it transpired that Angelina had finally admitted the reason she wasn't partaking in the champagne was that she and George were expecting a little boy before the year was up.

The evening drew to a close. Ron and Hermione were thanking everyone profusely as they clutched a portkey between them and in a flash of blue light, they were gone.

Harry and Draco, made good use of the bar, joking with Dean and Seamus, doing shots with Bill and Charlie whenever the latter could escape Patricia's clutches. At one point Harry saw Ginny sitting on Warick's lap and felt the smile slide from his face. He noticed Draco watching him.

Without a word the other man handed him the cigarette he had just lit and pulled a fresh one from his pocket.

Harry threw an arm around the blonde as they bid their farewells. The two staggered slightly as they reached the threshold of the manor having both overindulged on the redcurrant rum, not to mention the vodka. Draco had long since removed his tailored grey jacket and slung it haphazardly over his shoulder.

"I called in a favour with Percy and he had my house hooked up to the floo" mumbled Harry removing his arm and rummaging in his pockets for his floo powder.

"Didn't think it'd be safe to apparate and I didn't want to walk from the shop."

"No s'pose not" slurred Draco.

Finding his powder at last, Harry threw a handful into the fireplace which sprung to life at once. He made to step in, at the last second he reached back and grabbed Draco's shirt sleeve, pulling him along too. Almost the same height, they were eye to eye. Harry shot him a lazy grin. "Hold on tight."

/

The spinning stopped abruptly and they both tumbled from the hearth, ending up on the floor of Harry's kitchen.

"Whoops." Draco gave the most uncharacteristic giggle.

Harry relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the cool tiles against his back and, oddly enough, the warm weight of Draco above him. He closed his eyes. The copious amounts of alcohol in his system made his head spin almost as much as the floo had. He opened his eyes. Draco was looking at him, a strange glint in his eye. Their faces were close. Harry opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, Draco had brought his lips down to press against Harry's. His mouth was soft, tentative. For a second, Harry was frozen with shock, but then, almost instinctively, he reached up and with his right hand and brushed the back of Draco's neck. This was all the encouragement the other man needed. He leaned into Harry, deepening the kiss. Harry matched him for intensity.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small part of him was screaming what are you doing? This is Draco Malfoy. You don't even like men, let alone Malfoy, but the larger part of him, the part fuelled by alcohol and desire, ignored it. He liked the taste of redcurrant rum and cigarettes on the other boys lips. He liked the way Draco's hand ran down his side the rest just above his hip. Yes, he liked kissing Draco Malfoy very much. Suddenly the blonde pulled away leaving Harry gasping.

Draco sat up.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"Perhaps," said Harry with an inebriated smile, "but that doesn't make it any less fun."

He sat up, reaching for Draco and their lips me again but it was only a second before Draco pushed him away roughly.

"Get off it Potter," he growled.

Scrambling to his feet he moved out of Harry's reach.

"Goodnight," and without a backward glance, he left.

Harry's wine infused brain struggled to make sense of why Draco was so mad, or why any of this even occurred in the first place. He lay back down on the cool tiles. These are things to figure out in the morning was his last comforting thought. Right now, thinking made his head hurt.

Well there you go, hope you liked it. More coming your way soon.