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Harry wasn’t particularly fond of parties, because they usually meant drinking.
Especially the Gryffindor parties.
Since he usually was the sober one (shocker), he found himself taking care of his friends more often than not.
He sat down on an unoccupied sofa, music blaring, Lavender Brown seemingly dancing on top of a table, and Fred and George trying to promote a new type of firewhisky.
He looked over, when…. oh. It seemed that he was not alone on this couch. He was accompanied by a very drunk Malfoy, who was snoring very loudly.
I was just about to leave, so I might as well help him, he thought.
Harry brought him back to the Gryffindor dorms, fishing through his trunk and handing Draco an oversized hoodie and some sweatpants. He told Draco to go change, but the second Harry turned his back, Draco promptly vomited in the bathroom. Finally, Draco drunkenly stumbled into Harry’s bed.
“You know, you remind me of this one guy. He’s really hot,” Draco slurred.
“Is that so?” Harry replied, not really paying attention.
“Yeah. He's this really hot bloke with a hero complex, a scar on his face and green eyes that I could get lost in. Also, he’s like insanely fine. And he doesn't have parents because the guy that my parents work for killed them, so my chances of being with him went out the window from the start.”
“Sounds like this Harry bloke has got you beat. I, uh, I should get going” Harry says, letting out a low chuckle.
“No, don't go. Please, stay a little longer?” Draco pleaded.
“Alright.” Harry sighs, taking the chair next to his bed (currently occupied by Draco).
Then Draco throws his arms around Harry's torso pulling him in towards the side of the bed in a hugging position.
“I’ve got no chances with Harry, so you’re the best I’ve got!” he declared drunkenly.
“You know, about this-”
Harry got cut off by a soft kiss from Draco, his hand on Harry's side.
Harry, however, was questioning whether he should pull back or not.
“You're a good kisser.” Draco said in between kisses.
“Alright, I need to go to the bathroom, don't do anything…” he paused.
“Yeah, just don't do anything.” Harry said, walking into the bathroom.
When he got out of the bathroom, he saw Draco passed out on his pillow.
Harry then slipped in bed with him, whispered “Night, love.” and planted a kiss on Draco's forehead.
Draco woke up violently.
He looked left and right, blinded by all the red and gold.
“Morrrrning.” a voice piped up from in front of him.
He looked up, and it was none other than Harry freaking Potter. Joy.
“Why,” he muttered, “am I in Gryffindor.”
He looked down.
“Why am I wearing a Gryffindor hoodie?”
He inspected the hoodie closer, noticing embroidery on the cuff. H. POTTER.
“And WHY am I wearing your Gryffindor hoodie?”
Harry smirked from his place on the doorframe.
“You got absolutely wasted last night. I tried to help you, but you kept rambling on and on about this hot bloke named Harry with a lightning scar and, I quote, “green eyes that I could get lost in.”
“...Salazar. Did I really?”
“Yep. You also flung your arms around me, kissed me, and told me that I was a good kisser.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Draco muttered, sitting up.
“God, I’m sorry, Potter. I don’t know what I was-” He was cut off by Harry’s lips on his.
He was shocked at first, but then he started to kiss back.
Harry cupped Draco's cheek, pulling him in to deepen the kiss.
After about a minute of this, they finally pulled apart, out of breath.
“...wow. We just did that.” Draco said, panting.
“Yeah. We did.” Harry replied.
“You know something, Harry? It’s you. It’s always been you.”
Draco confessed, smiling softly in a way that he would absolutely deny if you brought it up later.
They slowly pulled each other in again, capturing the other’s lips in a slow, deep kiss.
They were then interrupted by a slam of the door.
“WHAT THE-”