sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2005-12-31 17:08:00 |
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Original poster: faith1922
Words: 452
A/N: I wanna get drunk now.
Warning: Nada.
Rating: PG-13, max.
A/N2: Do you want to get drunk with me?
Harry wondered how he landed here. In the Slytherin dorms. Sitting on the floor. Drunk. Playing ‘I never’ with a bunch of evil Slytherins. And Malfoy.
He thought Ron had something to do with it, and some stupid bet about sneaking down into the dungeons. He also thought that he probably shouldn’t have gotten so hammered before coming down here. Pansy and her Sneer-squad had had him captured before he ever reached the lower dungeons.
But they were drunk as well, so to Harry’s drunk mind it seemed fair.
It was Malfoy’s turn. “I never shagged Pansy.”
He grinned as most of the players, including the girls, downed their drinks. Harry didn’t move. Instead he watched Blaise trying to swallow his glass whole. It was kind of funny.
Someone smacked the boy over the head finally and told him it was his turn. He spat his glass back out and grinned broadly, “I never got a tattoo.”
Harry groaned and then downed his shot. Everyone turned to stare at him. He was sure that it was because he kept shocking the Slytherins.
“Where”, Pansy asked, already on her way over o him. She climbed all over him in an attempt to find his tattoo. Harry had to dangle a bottle of tequila on front of her and then throw it across the room to get her off of him.
“Nice technique”, Malfoy commented.
“Works on most drunk girls.”
That seemed to gave Malfoy an idea because suddenly he lifted his glass and said, “I never shagged Granger.”
He sat it back down and watched with a satisfied grin as Harry downed his drink.
“You know,” Harry slurred only a little, “for the last….1…3…6… rounds you always asked questions about Gryffindors. Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Get you drunk? Potter you are smashed!”
Harry pouted prettily and whined, “But it’s not fair.”
“What are you willing to do to get me to stop?”
Harry seemed to think really hard for a moment ( hard to say if he really did think, because he was so drunk). Then he got briefly distracted by Blaise trying to feed Pansy his shot glass. But finally he nodded and turned back to Draco, slowly, so he didn’t fall on his face.
“If you stop trying to get me more…eh... drunk…er, then you get to look for my tattoo.”
He grinned proudly for a second, before Draco grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet far too fast. He blinked stupidly and tried to regain his balance when the blonde started jerking him towards his bedroom.
“Malfoy, where are we going?”
Draco turned to look at him, grinning slyly, “What do you think?”
Harry swallowed.
Now, the last sentence sounds a lot dirtier than I meant it to be.
Happy New Year!!!