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Salvation	By : ElegantMaverick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I decided to put my responce to the reviews at the bottom now. Oh and this is the first time I did something like this, so be nice, okay?

And an After Party

Draco and Harry had to wait for everyone else to leave before they could split. That was the polite thing to do, which Draco demanded they do. Yet, Draco was going to slit Harry's throat when he offered to help clean. That was just too damn polite! Draco just wanted to show some pleasantries, not be a saint! Luckily Molly kicked them out saying that she could never imagine making them help when they had already done so much � what they had done exactly to help, neither boy knew. Now that all the Muggles from Hermione's family were gone, they could use magic was the justification.

The happy couple had left hours before. They went straight to the hotel they were staying at for the night before going on their vacation. The two had decided Rome would be the place to go. There was a large magical community there they could stay with, much like the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione was excited to see all the history the city held. Ron didn't know about muggle history, but Hermione said she would make sure and inform him about everything she knew so he wouldn't feel left behind. Ron thought it would be a long trip.

Soon enough Draco and Harry were at Harry's apartment, fire whiskey and shot glasses adorning the coffee table in front of the couch. There was no game they were playing to figure out how much to drink. There was no pace they were following to regulate every shot they took. Both were simply drinking when they felt they needed more and they would drink to a point where they were happy with their buzz. It had been awhile since either one had actually drank much, so they were looking for the release it could bring.

When they were at the point that tongues were loose but the mind was still intact, Draco turned to Harry. "Why'd you look so miserable all through the wedding? Even standing up there next to Weasley, I thought you were going to walk off at any moment and push the groom down while you were at it."

Harry took a shot and sighed. Draco wasn't sure if his raven-haired counter part sighed because of the alcohol or because of the questions. Finally Harry answered, "It was always the three of us, ya know. Everyone was equally needed. Now it's this couple that I'll bothering instead of hanging out with my best friends. It feels like they left me or something."

It was Draco's turn to sigh. "Harry, they didn't get married to hurt you. They got married because they love each other." Draco snarled in his head. Why did he always have to be the logical one? Someone needed to talk some sense into Harry every now and then! Where was Hermione when you needed her? Oh yeah, with Weasley...in a room...alone. Draco shook the thoughts from his head and tried to prevent Harry from seeing his gag.

"See and then I get even more upset with myself because I think that exact same thing! I know I'm just being self-centered yet again. I know they didn't do it to hurt me. But now I just feel so alone." Harry was ready for another drink.

"Well, you could hang out with me when they're busy," Draco offered in a whisper. He didn't like the idea of being anyone's back up friend, but if that's what Harry needed, then he could do it. Maybe Harry could learn to survive on his own this way too.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," Harry accused. "You don't really want to hang out with me. You just want me to stop complaining."

"Well, I do want you to stop complaining for once in your life," Draco answered with a smirk. "But if I didn't want to hang out with you, then why am I here with you right now? I'm not trying to shut you up. I'm just trying to help. Tell me what you want to hear because I sure as hell don't know what it is. Merlin, why are you always so high maintenance?"

Harry looked thoroughly offended. "I am not high maintenance!" he snapped while blushing slightly.

"Oh please. You're worse than anyone I've ever met before. For someone who spent the majority of his life in a closet, how could you expect so much out of people?" Draco asked with a bit of a laugh. He didn't want Harry to think he was serious in all of this.

"Shut up," was Harry's only answer, with a smile, before taking another sip from the fire whiskey � this time without the glass.

***

"You know what really gets me?" Harry asked with a bit of a slur, but not too much quite yet. He was working on it, though.

"What's that?" Draco said, with less of a slur. Draco was the more controlled of the two. He knew how much he wanted to be conscience and wouldn't let alcohol cloud his vision too much. Draco learned at a young age to value having control over your own body and didn't exactly want to lose that control again.

"Ginny!" Harry said it a tone that was obviously meant to explain everything. To him it was a clear enough answer. But Draco's blank look made him continue with his thought. "She has to be there, looking all pretty and pregnant and married, smiling like it was the happiest day in her life."

"Well of course she's going to be pregnant. How long did you expect Dean to stay off her?" Harry cringed a little when he heard what Draco said. So he tried another approach. "She's just a very happy person now."

"No one has to be that happy all the time!" Harry replied with a bit of a huff. He looked like a wounded animal � or a sore loser.

"Would you rather her in tears?" Draco asked while laughing at the absurdity of the entire conversation. Harry was just so stubborn some times.

"If I'm unhappy, then shouldn't she be unhappy too?" Harry demanded while splashing a bit of the alcohol that was in his glass because of his overly animated hand gestures.

"You're the one that left her. She simply picked up the broken pieces and moved on," Draco said, oddly wise. Apparently the more drunk he got, the wiser.

"I was trying to protect her!" Harry defended. Merlin! Everyone was supposed to know that. It was so simple.

"Harry, mate, I don't think she ever needed your protection," Draco answered honestly while looking Harry straight in the eye. Harry avoided his look.

***

"What are you staring at?" Draco giggled at Harry while they sat on the couch, facing each other. Yes, he had let himself drink so much he was at the point of giggling. He would be ashamed of himself in the morning.

"Right here," Harry said while leaning forward and lightly touching where Draco's neck met his shoulders.

"Why?" Draco asked. He looked up, through his lashes, to see Harry staring at the spot where his finger hadn't moved from.

"I want to lick it," Harry answered simply. "I have ever since we made that potion together." Harry had a proud smile on his face, as if he had just done something quite brave. But it can be brave, sometimes, to tell the truth.

With a very drunk smile, Draco pulled his shirt to the side so more of his neck was exposed. "Have at it," he said with a smirk.

Before either knew what was happening, Harry had latched on to the part of Draco's neck he admired so much. He was lavishing that one spot with his tongue. Soon he switched over to small nibbles.

Draco had gone so long since the last time he was touched this way by anyone. The way Harry's mouth felt on his neck sent chill after chill down his spine. There was something so terribly sinful about it he couldn't help but be overwhelmed with the sensations. There was no way he could have stopped himself when he moaned. This moan definitely did not miss Harry's ears.

Knowing that Draco was enjoying himself only spurred Harry on. He quickly pushed Draco down so he was lying on the couch and crawled on top of him to get better access to his neck. Soon he felt two fists grasp his shirt and pull him up. Draco had to kiss those lips that were pleasuring his neck so much.

Something about the kiss was explosive, even if the two couldn't tell. There was a barrier that had been taken down between them and they were finally open to each other. They each had a feeling of completeness when their lips met. But all of this was wasted on two drunken minds.

It wasn't long before Draco had flipped the two over so he could be on top. Realizing where he was made Draco moan again. It was wonderful to be in control for once. He wasn't being forced to do anything, but forcing someone else. He was going to get his way without having to share the power.

Feeling Draco's weight on top of him made Harry want to cry out. This was the first time he didn't have to be on top and in charge. He could simply go along for the ride and let someone else lead. He did not have to be in control for once and it was absolutely amazing.

Draco let his hands wander and touch every part of Harry he could. It started with the hair, running his fingers all over Harry's scalp. The blond was pretty sure silk was moving between his hands. He then moved to Harry's neck, which lead to his chest. He gave each of Harry's nipples a light scrap over the shirt. This caused Harry to automatically push his chest even further in Draco's hands. He took this as a good sign and continued what he was doing.

Soon, Draco just had to reach down further or he would have died of yearning. He gave Harry a light squeeze through his pants and watched the reaction that came. Harry detached his mouth from Draco's and threw his head back with a moan. That sinfulness Draco felt before hit Harry like a wall and made Draco's touch that much more pleasurable.

Draco had let go and simply watched Harry. It was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Harry was lying under him, hair mussed and shirt ruffled, his checks were bright red and lips thoroughly kissed. Draco needed to burn this picture in his mind forever.

"Don't stop," Harry panted while grabbing Draco's hand and putting it back where it had been.

It took all Draco had to not come in his pants after hearing that. He changed his mind. That was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.

Doing as he was told, Draco grabbed Harry yet again and heard that same moan Harry had given before. He started off slow, only rubbing Harry gently. The moans and urges from the body under him caused him to pick up some speed.

"Fuck, harder," Harry half grunted and half whined.

Draco knew the solution to their problem. He quickly pulled his hand away. Before Harry could even tell the difference, Draco had slammed his hips down on Harry, connecting their two very hard bodies together. The blonde grunted at the feeling before Harry had pulled him down for another passionate kiss.

With Draco's constant and hard thrusts down and Harry's spastic thrusts up, the two reached their releases very quickly. Both came moaning the name of the other before forcing another passionate kiss.

After there bout of energy and the high levels of alcohol still in their systems, the two passed out very quickly.

***

Harry was more than shocked the next morning when he woke up and felt another body near his. Harry was even more shocked when he realized that the body he was lying on top of wasn't a woman's, but Draco's. He got up so fast he almost made himself throw up.

"Hangover," he mumbled while finding some of the pain potion he had made with Draco and downing it. Then he looked at the couch.

Draco was lying, shirt thoroughly messed up and looking like the top button had been ripped. He had a smile on his face that clearly showed he had done something sinful the night before.

That's when Harry thought to look in a mirror. He looked very similar to Draco, only he wasn't smiling. It didn't take long for the boy to remember what had happened the night before. When he realized all he knew to do was leave before Draco could wake up. He put on a new pair of pants first, though.

***

About an hour later, Draco was starting to stir. He ran a hand through his hair before finally opening his eyes. The ceiling above his head didn't look like the ceiling in his room.

Draco threw himself off the couch to try and figure out where he was. With one quick look, he realized that he was at Harry's apartment. Draco shrugged and went in to the bathroom. When he walked passed the mirror and saw himself, he didn�t know exactly how to respond.

His hair was basically standing on ends. He was used to his hair being slightly crazy in the morning, but nothing this bad. Then he realized that his shirt was awfully wrinkled and the top button was missing. Once he looked slightly higher than the button, he realized that there was a very large, very obvious hickey on his neck.

The first thing Draco thought when he remembered everything that happened the night before was that he was going to kill Harry. Fuck, why did he have to leave a mark Draco asked himself.

After downing some pain potion that had been left on the coffee table, Draco knew it was time for Harry to come out of his hiding spot.

"Harry," he yelled while walking through the apartment. It was a very small place; it shouldn't be that difficult to find him.

It wasn't long before Draco knew that Harry had left. He had run away, too scared to face Draco. With a sad sigh and a miserable look, Draco quietly left Harry's house to take a shower.

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thrnbrooke - Can you just imagine them being there wondering what they were supposed to be doing. It would have been sooo awkward.

alyxanderson - Alcohol always equals doing something stupid - that's the beauty of it.

LoveGD - I'm glad you like it!

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