"Potter, get off me, you drunk imbecile. You need to get back in bed and sleep it of-"
Harry leaned forward and kissed him. Malfoy was surprised and seemed to accept it, but after a second, he pushed him off.
"Potter! What the hell!"
"Shhh... come on. Let me suck you off. I'll even let you fuck me... if you want..." he offered so casually. Harry was more than just high. He had no inhibitions or filter. He pressed against him, rutting slightly for friction. He was ready to come, and Malfoy... Malfoy was everything he wanted.
Malfoy looked like he wanted to just let it happen, like he wanted to do it. "No. You are way too fucking drunk. I can't do anything to you like this."
"Bu' you want to, don't ya?" Harry laughed. "I'm right here... come on, Malfoy... you know you want to fuck the shit out of me. Come on...."
Malfoy looked torn and shook his head. "I can't do that to you. You're not... you can't give consent. It's wrong. You'd never forgive me if I did, and I would never forgive myself if I took advantage of you... even if this was the only chance I had with you."
Harry leaned in and kissed his neck roughly. "I don' care."
Malfoy groaned at the suction but still pushed him off, sending him sprawling back a few feet into his bed. "No! Stop it, Potter."
"Come on, Malfoy... fuck me...."
"That's it... I don't know if this will help or not, but..." Malfoy trailed off and then went to open his trunk. Harry tripped over nothing and fell to the floor.
"Heeeeyyyy...."
Malfoy came back over, hauled him to a sitting position and handed him a vial. "Bottom's up, Potter."
Harry laughed at his words. "Bottom's up? Ha! Sounds like fun!"
"Come on, drink it."
Harry did and giggled for a second until he grabbed his stomach. He vomited on the floor inches from Malfoy's shoes. Malfoy sighed and Vanished the mess. He then magicked him up into the bed.
"Oww... what... the...."
"Just sleep, Potter."
Harry didn't fight his heavy eyelids. He felt reason was returning to him but was drowsy at the same time. Someone pulled his glasses off and pushed his hair out of his eyes.
"Goodnight, Potter."
He mumbled back, "Goodnight, Draco."
***
Harry's head was pounding when he finally woke up. He groaned and opened his eyes. He couldn't make out anything but could tell it wasn't his room. He glanced to the side of his head and saw a table and the sheen of his glasses. He reached for them and struggled to open them to put them on.
"Fuck..." he whispered as his vision cleared. On the nightstand, he saw that there was a glass, a vial of potion and a note that read, "Headache potion".
Harry wasn't about to question his good luck and downed it. He then drank the whole glass of water for good measure. He immediately felt ten times better and finally took in his surroundings. It wasn't any of his friends' rooms. He saw green Slytherin robes in the open wardrobe.
What the heck?
He jolted when he realized that someone was sitting in the desk chair and slumped over onto the desk. The person was breathing rhythmically and was seemingly still sleeping. A Slytherin gave him their bed to sleep in.
Wait... what the hell happened last night? Everything was fuzzy. He didn't drink that much, did he? He remembered Seamus faceplanting into the table... but what happened? Did he get stunned? Merlin... this had never happened before. Was he Oblivated?