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“I'm not saying your stupid, I'm just saying that you shouldn't flirt with possible murderers!” Harry said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“She wasn't just a possible murderer, she was a sexy possible murderer!” Draco yelled back, grey eyes clouded by to much drink and not enough sleep. “Really Potter, she wasn't even guilty, don't be so uptight.”

Harry let out a somewhat exaggerated gasp of indignation - Draco Malfoy calling him uptight was like Ron calling Hermione a moron. It went against the natural order of things. “Okay, one, I am not uptight! Your uptight! Second, you didn't know she wasn't guilty and no amount of sexiness should justify chatting up somebody that may or may not be force feeding men their dicks.”

Draco stared at him for a long moment, face thoughtful, hand clenching and unclenching on his drink. Finally he nodded and Harry wondered if maybe he'd managed to talk some sense into his stubborn partner.

“So basically your sexually frustrated and your jealousy over the date I got with tall dark and easy has left you seething with misplaced rage.” Draco looked completely serious, well, as serious as anyone can look while drunk off their arse.

“How- why! That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say Draco Malfoy, and that's saying a lot because I've heard you say a shiton of stupid things,” Harry snapped, firmly ignoring the burn in his cheeks. This conversation was taking a dangerous turn, Draco was drunk and a drunk Draco was a shameless Draco. Harry was not prepared to deal with shameless Draco right now - he was still recovering from last time.

“You sound like my Mother,” Draco pouted, which really shouldn't have looked as good as it did. Guys shouldn't be allowed to pull off drunk pouting. Harry shook his head and looked up from Draco’s lips, then saw a glint in his eyes that made him wish he hadn't. In one swift pull Draco heaved himself half over the table so they were nose to nose. “If your not jealous then why are you blushing?”

Harry couldn't see Draco's mouth but knew it was stretched into a sly grin. He hated that grin. He called it the herald-of-Harry-embarrassment-grin. No he didn't, that was stupid.

“Your internal babbling, aren't you!” Draco said, sitting back. Harry ignored the light pull in his chest and opened his mouth to venomously deny, well, everything really. He wasn't fast enough. “Well that settles it. Your sexually frustrated. Wait, shut up, I'm talking. It's nothing to be embarrassed about Potter, it's pathetic that your the Wizarding World's most eligible bachelor and can't catch a bird, but the frustration itself is perfectly natural, healthy even.”

“Gee thanks Draco, I feel so much better now,” Harry said giving him the fakest smile he could manage. “Unfortunately I'm not actually-”

“It's no issue, as your friend this is my responsibility to get you through this,” Draco said, steamrolling Harry and ignoring his sarcasm with practiced ease, “which is why I'm going to help you out.”

“With my… Sexual frustrations?” Harry asked slowly, taking a gulp of his coke to hide his blush. “You? How drunk are you?”

“There's a girl behind you, saw her earlier. She is fine, like maybe even a little out of your league, but if the length of her dress and the lack of bra are anything to go by you'll be fine,” Draco said, looking proud.

“You wonder why you get bitch slapped so often,” he said, gulping down the rest of his coke to wash the knot in his throat away. It didn't work, all he got was a bit of a head rush from throwing his head back to fast. “I have no interest in-”

“Hey there! Sweet thing, with the red pumps!” Draco called, leaning to the side to look at the ‘sweet thing’ behind them. Harry considered just leaving but before he could his escape was blocked by a bare midriff, accompanied by a leather clad rear. Harry looked up and almost got a face full of barely covered bust and tried not to gag as her perfume cloud surrounded him.

“Hey there boys,” Harry scooted away from her, disturbed by how high her voice was. Horrifyingly she took this as a sign that she could sit and plastered herself to his side. He froze like he had a wild animal in his lap, mostly because that's how he saw it. That and fear of catching something. “You a little lonely over here?”

Draco had a small smile of triumph on his lips, looking on them as a proud parent might at his children after they'd made up after a fight (that was a really disturbing comparison that he did not need in his head right now.) “Not me I'm afraid luv, my friend here though has been a little frustrated lately and he was saying earlier how stunning you were. He's a bit shy so I thought I'd help out… Isn't she beautiful Harry?”

Harry prepared to lie, tell her she was pretty but he couldn't leave Draco to get home alone, or maybe he could pretend he had herpes, both would work. “No, not really.”

Harry and the girl both froze, though for what where probably very different reasons. He had not meant to say that, it was the truth of course, but this wasn't exactly a situation where him being truthful would be good for anyone. He looked at Draco and saw an expression of confused amusement on his sharp face and immediately wanted to kick the git. This wasn’t funny.

“Excuse me!” The girl shrieked right in his ear. He tried to jerk away but she tightened her grip and kept going, “are you saying I'm ugly!”

“No, just that I don't find dressing like a whore and invading people personal space beautiful,” Harry bit his tongue before he could spit out anything else out. Draco let out a choked laugh but neither of them turned to him.

The girl was now flushed with rage and embarrassment, Harry felt really bad. He didn't mean anything he was saying in a mean way, it was just his honest opinion. He could acknowledge most guys would have gone for her, and she was hardly the most scantily dressed person in the club - male as well as female. He wanted to say all of that but was to scared to open his mouth.

“What are you, some kind of prude!?” She spat, pushing him away, “it's not like I dress like this all the time! Why are you such a douche!?”

“I'm not a prude, and I try not be a douche, I can see your very pretty under all the leather and makeup and if I was straight i'd probably be interested.” Harry shut his eyes, mortified. He'd realised what was happening by now, there was no way out this time, no escape. Magic could fix almost anything, death and truth were exempt. Though in his case even the first on was iffy at times.

“What?” The girl seemed really confused, she'd just been complimented, insulted and then told the guy she was half sitting on was only interested in other guys, so that was understandable. “This is messed up, next time just say you not fucking interested.”

She gave him a rough push and sashayed onto the dance floor. Harry didn't care, he had bigger issue right now. It all made sense, the leaning over the table, that head rush that he could now see hadn't entirely faded because it wasn't a head rush. “You could lose your badge over shite like this, truth serum isn't a bloody toy.”

“That didn't quite turn out like I expected,” Draco admitted. Harry looked up and glared, eyes stinging. He felt violated, he could still smell the girls perfume, still feel the hum of the veritaserum. Drunk Draco’s a shameless Draco, Harry knew that, knew he'd be sorry in the morning, but sorry didn't fix things, wouldn't make anything un-happen. “So, your gay.”

“Yes,” it fell out, he was helpless to stop it, he still couldn't lie. That's what finally broke him, that Draco would still take advantage, still ask a question knowing Harry would have to answer.

“You were definitely jealous though, if your gay than why-”

Harry ran. He wasn't ashamed, didn't feel like a coward. Despite what people thought Harry had no problem with running away, he was actually pretty good at it. He ran down the street until he got to his bike then collapsed over the soft leather of the seat. He wasn't ashamed that he liked guys, most of his friends knew, just not Draco. Never Draco. He was too clever, he'd figure things out, was probably figuring things out right now. Harry tried to slow his breathing, tried to get a grip of himself but couldn't.

“Your such an idiot Potter.”

He'd heard him coming, it was quiet tonight and Draco wore stupid heeled boots that let you know he was coming. He could feel his warmth through his singlet, could hear the rasp of his breath, could swell the sweetness of his soap and the bitterness of what he’d been drinking. Harry was always like this with him, noticing everything, getting lost in him without even having to look at him.

“I'm really drunk,” Draco said conversationally, Harry really wanted to kick him. “And your shite at side-along so your going to have to give me a ride. The Manors too far so I'm thinking I'll crash at yours.”

Harry felt a sharp rush of anger in his chest and embraced it willingly. He stood and started to yell, “If you think you have any right to-”

Draco grabbed his face and swallowed the rest of his lecture with a pleased hum. Then suddenly his lips were unoccupied and his vision was filled with that damn sly grin, “bikes not going to ride itself.”