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The Last Requirement	By : KawaiiHimeCeres Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12687 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: The Movie/Books Harry Potter and all characters in aforementioned Movie/Books belong to J. K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot. I do not make any money off this fanfiction. I write for pleasure not for profit.

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Author Note: This chapter with the exception of swearing is clean. I clicked content codes that will apply as the story progresses.

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Draco let out a slurred groan as he rolled over. The throbbing in his head caused him to keep from sitting up. He reached up and rubbed his temples as he made a mental note not to drink so much ever again. He opened one eye at a time. The room and figures were blurry until he ran the back of his hand across his eyes. He drew in a deep breath and tried to recollect the previous evening, to his dismay he drew a blank. "Get up slut!" His own voice was loud and his head throbbed some more.

"I'm no fucking slut!" Harry hissed. "What a wakeup call," he mumbled. He had not yet had time to evaluate the situation. Due to all the alcohol, he had consumed the previous evening his mind was about ten steps behind where it should have been. When he realized how that voice belonged to he shot up, "What the bloody hell?"

"What the bloody hell indeed!" Draco pushed Potter from the bed they were currently sharing. How he had ended up here, he was not sure. He was not even sure where here was. He quickly patted himself down to make sure he was dressed- the last thing he wanted was to have bedded Potter. He was not gay or bi- he was straight!

Harry hit the floor with a thud. He found it odd that the floor was cushioned. There were more pressing matters so he ignored the cushioned floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a glint on Malfoy's left hand. "Fuck Malfoy! When? Does Professor Snape know you tied the knot?" He reached out and grabbed the other boy's left hand with his own left hand.

"I never tied the fucking knot!" Draco was about to jerk his hand away when he noticed the glint on Harry's hand. "Shagging the shit out of Weaslet are you? Does her brother, Weasel know? How about Professor Mcgonagall?"

"It isn't Weaslet or Weasel! It is Weasley!" It took everything within Harry to restrain himself from hitting Malfoy. "I'm not a slut as you so eloquently put it. If anyone is a slut in this room, it is you! From the way you make it sound this is an every night occurrence." As he looked the other boy in the eyes, he growled.

"Shut up Potter! My bedroom life isn't your concern." Draco settled his gaze on Potter- starting a staring match. "So answer the bloody fucking question! Is that bitch your wife?" He was unsure if this was typical stupid Potter or if he was just as twisted up on the inside about this as he was. It was not every day a straight person ended up in bed with another straight person. At least he was assuming that Potter was straight. It was even less uncommon that both parties ended up with matching rings. He would add no memory of the previous evening to his defense but it was shabby due to that was just about everyone who had drunken fun the night before.

"I'm not married to anyone!" Harry finally decided to let go of Malfoy's hand. "We've got to stop all this bloody yelling," he massaged his temples, "having a hangover is a total bitch."

Draco could certainly agree on that, none of their yelling was helping his head any either. "Either be a man about it Potter or don't drink," he caught himself midsentence and lowered his voice. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, standing up was going to be slow going.

"I'll be a man about it when you learn to keep your cock in your pants." Harry used the bed for balance as he stood up. He drew in a deep breath as he waited for the world to steady. There were times when the hangover was worse than when you were drunk.

"I'll shove my cock where I bloody please!" Draco could not find reason to keep his voice lowered on that one- Potter was causing his temper to flare again. "Let's just get these fucking rings off before we turn this entire day into a pissing match."

Harry nodded his head in agreement.

A shift in their needs and a blink of the eyes revealed a very different room, “I know where the fuck I am,” Malfoy muttered this fact more for himself than for Harry.

“You didn’t know you were in the Room of Requirement?” Harry laughed as he rolled his eyes, “and you say I’m the slow one. Malfoy it should have been a dead ringer considering we were drinking last night. Where else would you get alcohol?”

“Shut up Potter!” Malfoy clenched and unclenched his fists. “I normally stumble back to my bed.” He realized after stating his excuse how dumb it must have made him look. He after all never needed to make up excuses; he just did what he did and expected others to go along with it.

“So you expected me to end up in your bed?” Harry could not help himself as he twisted Malfoy’s words. He smirked in triumph at having ‘one-up’ the other teen, his rival.

“Not unless you have a pussy!” Draco growled. He was near ready to hit Potter but the last thing either of them needed was a black eye because that meant they would have to give excuses to their Heads of Houses. “Judging by your actions you having a pussy is possible.” He smirked.

“For fucks sakes Malfoy I am a man,” Harry growled as he grabbed Malfoy’s hand and forced him to touch the bulge in his pants. Still being a bit on the slow side from the hangover he had yet to realize how gay this made him look.

Malfoy’s eyes shot open as he jerked his hands away. “Are you fucking gay?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “I’m as gay as you are!” He had only admitted to a handful that he was bisexual. Even though he was, he had never acted on it and dated a guy. There was always so much pressure to uphold a good moral standing when it came to him. Sadly, he was usually in hot water over one thing or another without his sexual preference being out in the open.

“I’m straight as a wood board!” Malfoy jerked his head up showing that he was superior.

“Even boards bow and buckle,” Harry laughed.

“Now come on let’s get these rings off.” With that said, Harry made motions to slip the ring off his finger. His face went straight with worry when it would not budge.

“Try harder Potter!” Draco demanded. He had yet to try to get the ring on his hand off. After what looked to him like a couple of lazy attempts, he grabbed the other teen’s hand. Without apologies to the pain he would be inflicting he started giving it his all.

Harry knew it would not help ease the pain but still he shook his sore hand. “See!” He was breathless from holding in the want to scream. As hard as Malfoy had tugged and pulled, he was lucky he still had a finger. “Let me see your hand.”

“It is obvious brute force is not going to get them off,” Draco pointed out without even trying to get the ring off his finger. He had enough proof from watching Potter and then trying himself to get the ring off Potter's finger.

“Whatever,” Harry walked to the other side of the room and opened one of the many drawers. He was not about to get into another argument over something stupid. Deep inside though he knew that this was not something stupid, it was something serious.

Malfoy walked after him and followed his example. Once the drawer was open, he half wished he had not opened it. “The room as a sense of humor,” he held up a bottle of scented lubricant.

“Never knew you liked bananas,” Harry laughed. “Well slather it on and see if the ring will slip off.”

“Sick minded bastard,” Malfoy growled as he squirted some into the opposite palm. “I told you once already that I am not gay!”

“Idiot I meant the fruit. As defensive as you’re getting are you sure you’re not at least bisexual.” The question was more rhetorical because he knew that the other was not going to continue to stand around and chat preferences with him. After all, Malfoy had made his preference clear just moments ago. He just could not help but to wonder if he was just that deep in the closet.

“Sure you did,” Draco muttered. Seconds later, he growled in frustration as the lubricant offered him no help, “The only thing it is doing is making me smell like a fucking girl.”

“More like a bunch of bananas,” Harry teased. He was doing his best to remain lighthearted about all of this. “You know we probably did this to ourselves while we were drunk.” He picked up a bottle of cooking oil.

Draco let that one slide since in all honesty smelling like bananas was better than smelling like a girl. “Why in the bloody hell would we do that? That makes no fucking sense!” He watched as Potter tried his best to get the ring off his finger that was now covered in cooking oil.

“People do stupid shit when they are drunk.” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. Flustered, he ran his fingers through his hair. “If lubricant and cooking oil didn't work then there is no point in trying lotions or other slimy shit.” He sighed.

“If we magically glued these damn things to our fingers then there must be some spell to undo it," Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "So, let's just go through what we know. One of the spells we know is bound to get it off." It was obvious that he was not thinking things through because he had yet to mention the damages it could cause not just to the room but also to themselves.

"Are you fucking serious Malfoy! We want to get the rings off our fingers- not lose the finger entirely!" Harry leaned against the dresser he had been plundering through moments ago. He looked up at the ceiling and half wondered what time it was- he knew it had to be at least late morning.

"Got a better idea?" Draco scoffed.

While looking at the ceiling Harry wondered why these situations always happened to him. He wondered if he was a troublemaker like everyone had said he was throughout the years. Through it all though he had help getting himself out of the messes he made. "Two," he paused as he stood up straight and headed for the door, "and you won't like either of my ideas."

"Don't be a damn clam. Spit it out already."

"Either we need some liquid luck, Felix Felicis, or Hermione. Actually, it is more like one idea because if she doesn't have any ideas then we'll have to have her help us to make the potion." Harry opened the door; he had to get out of here. His head was spinning and the hangover was not the cause.

"This isn't fucking funny!" Malfoy growled as he followed suit. "That potion takes six months or more."

"No it isn't fucking funny!" Harry spun around to face Malfoy. He was really getting tired of seeing the other teen. He had seen more of him today than he had in the last six months. "Either way it is going to take time to find a solution. Nevertheless, I do not have any better ideas and neither do you. And, the last thing I want to do is involve the Heads of our Houses"

"Potter," Professor Snape said as he came around the corner. "Figures I'd find you here."

It was about this same time Professor Mcgonagall came around the corner as well, "Malfoy."

Both Harry and Draco had that deer in the headlights look as they heard their names. They quickly stopped what they were doing. After moving away from one another like similar polar ends of magnets, they looked a little less guilty.

"You two are about as bad as first year students," Professor Mcgonagall wore her sternest face as she put her hands on her hips. "You fought and won a war," she paused to let it sink in, "so don't you think it is about time you two grow up!"

Processor Snape was secretly delighting in the scolding of Potter. Secrets out and all but still he could not help but to continue to pin him for the antics of his father and how alike they were.

"There's more to it," Harry said defensively. "It's embarrassing and something I would rather not discuss in a public hall." He was careful to look at Malfoy in a way that it would look as if he was not looking at him at all.

"What he said." Malfoy had no choice but to agree. The last thing he wanted was to publicly admit that he had gotten plastered the night before, somehow wound up sharing a bed with Potter, and that they were now wearing matching rings on their left hand that would not come off.

"Into the room, please boys," Mcgonagall motioned to the door that would lead to the Room of Requirement. "No place is more private than this room because no one will know what we require."
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