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Draco stormed away from pansy who was annoying him. Recalling the events that happened earlier that week. His father yelling at him. He still remembers the blood trickling down his forearm, where you could still see the mark so easily before. The sting from the hot showers. He remembers it all, and Pansy annoying him isn't helping.

Draco walks into the prefects bathroom. Surprised by the state of his 'favourite' Gryffindor.

"Would you like to join me, Malfoy?" Harrys voice a melancholic tone, but warmfully welcoming.

Draco walked over and sat down next to him, accepting the shot of vodka and freshly rolled blunt he was offered.

"Wanna talk about it?" Draco asked him, ignoring the fact they're supposed to be enemies.

"Ron and i had an arguement. Ik so boring, not worth crying about. Hermione took his side too, and she never takes sides, unless it was about sum serious."

"Less boring than Pansy annoying me, atleast. Was it serious?"

"Draco Malfoy. I have vodka in one hand, and a half finished blunt in another. Ive been here the last half hour wallowing in my sadness."

Draco rolled his sleeves up and reached over to grab the other bottle of vodka that had not yet been opened, ignoring the question of how harry had gotten his hands on the drinks and marijuana.

"Fair enough. What was the argument about?"

"Ron was scared for his family and angry at me for my lack of concern, although i did care. All i said was i understood how he felt. I don't care about the fact we had an argument but he yelled back that my parents are dead and that i wouldn't understand how he felt at all." 

Tears threatening to fall, harry chugged a quarter of the vodka, and finished the rest of his blunt, trying his best to not cry again.

"What about you? And your arm?"

Draco, who forgot he rolled up his sleeves, thinking about what to say and what he shouldn't, not caring anymore, mimicked harry and also chugged down the vodka. 

"I know how crazy this'll sound but my family works for you-know-who and forced the death eater mark on me. And now ive been slicing away at it like a chopping board, and bandages won't even stop the bleeding. Not to mention i hate myself, my father and my whole family even more than i already did. Like i know i had no choice, but why have a child to make them suffer. Or better yet, why force your child to become a death eater?"

"Yea no i completely understand. Especially with the muggle family i live with. I didnt have an actual bedroom for years until recent. And lived underneath the stairs the whole time. Made me do everything, the cooking and cleaning. I didnt even get to go to school until hogwarts. And even now that i have my own bedroom, they put bars on the windows to make sure i dont leave. And theirs no lock on the inside, only on the outside so i can't even eat. It's not so great being the chosen one, just because i escaped death, and unwillingly at that. Next time you-know-who tries to kill me, he better succeed or else my uncle will next time i come 'home', the bastard."

Draco glances at harry with concern. But he oddly feels a bit of relief that he can relate to someone and knows he's not the only person with a shit family.

"I never really paid much attention to it before, but about you not going to school til hogwarts, and being locked up in that house... is that why you always seem so nervous and on edge? No social interaction"

"Yea, I'd say you're the first to point it out, to even know atleast, but I have diagnosed anxiety. And when i used to be locked in the cupboard under the stairs, i thought about killing myself, especially during anxiety attacks. And i dont like the word depression so dont associate me with that."

"Don't worry i won't, I'm the same, in a 'bad mental health but the fam dont give a crap' kinda way." .... "Yknow, We're not so different, me and you. We could've been good friends."

Draco, whos high off his head, lets out a light-hearted chuckle at his last statement, not expecting the other high kid next to him to laugh along.

They continue drinking complaining about the world and sharing their problems. With little left to say, or more like complain about, they sit in silence for a few mins.

Harry, with a smug look on his face says "yknow, I'd totally make out with you if you weren't such a rude prat to me before"

"Oh really? You sure you'd wanna make out with someone like me, harry..?" Draco, who was completely high off his face and drunk, in full confidence, flirtatiously played back along.

"Keep calling me that, and we'll have a problem"

Draco, now confused, replied "a problem..?"

"Yes, draco malfoy, a problem. Sexually" harry said with a crooked grin on his face.

"how the hell am i just now realizing how hot you are? Oh merlin, help us."

"Us? Sorry, but if i remember correctly, we have a quidditch match against each other tomorrow, and i plan on winning."

"Do you have another blunt left?"

"No unless u wanna share the one i currently have?" Harry holds the blunt in his hand.

Draco leans over to harry and kisses him to pass a shot into his mouth. He pulls away, and takes the blunt from the others hand. Leaving harry in surprise.

"If you think you're getting away with that, then you thought wrong.."

Luckily draco finished off the blunt before he's met with Harry's lips on his. Its passionate. Harry's arms wrapped around dracos waist, while dracos arms are around Harry's neck, hands in the others hair. Harry slips his tongue into dracos mouth, and moves his hand to lift draco onto his lap.

Dracos hand moves up Harry's shirt, while harrys hand moves down to dracos pants, slightly tugging at the belt.

"Mhng~"

The palm of harrys hand slightly grazes dracos clothed hard on.

Draco breaks away from the kiss. Placing soft, gentle kisses on the crook of his neck, he bites down, forming a hickey. Harry letting out a small moan from the sensation.

Neither of them letting each other top.

Harry undoes dracos belt, and slightly pulls down dracos pants and boxers, now slowly stroking dracos dick.

"Mhnm~ harry.."

Draco, giving into the pleasure, now a moaning mess.

"Ngh, please faster"

Harry speeds up, both of them too intoxicated in the moment, to remember anything from before the kiss.

Dracos body jerks reaching a climax. Harry stops, and lets go.

"Dont cum yet, dray" he whispered in dracos ear.

Draco unbuckles harrys belt, undressing him. He moves over his body, leaving bite marks all over him, harry groaning softly against the touch.

Then, draco moves down to harrys cock and flicks his tongue over the tip, already beginning to leak precum. He goes all the way down his shaft, Harry grips dracos hair and moves his head up and down at a quicker pace. 

Draco gags as he takes harrys length all the way, hitting the back of his throat. He moans, sending vibrations up harrys cock. 

Harry lifts dracos head off him and pulls draco back into his lap, facing him again. He puts two fingers in dracos mouth, draco sucking them. Harry strokes dracos dick again building up his climax, and stopping again before release.

He removes his fingers from the others mouth, and inserts them into dracos hole, prepping him.

"Hngh~ harry.. please~"

After draco's whine, harry gave in, removed his fingers, and pushed his cock into draco's stretched hole.

"Nghh~" 

Giving himself no time to adjust, he bounces up and down, so needily, with harrys hands on his ass. He turns them around, so draco is on all fours, and harry is now pounding into him, in a slow steady pace.

"Harry... mhng~ go faster, please harry, harder ~" draco's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Mhnn fuck, dray.." harry sped up, now fully pounding into him, listening to dracos moans, making him go quicker, and harder.

"Uhgn~ mhmnn, ohh fuckk~ ha-harry.. uhngh~ fuckk, im gonna cum~" 

Harry started stroking dracos dick with one hand, while he goes faster and harder, cumming within seconds.

He lets go of draco's dick, and cums in his ass, both moaning. Then, harry pulls out and sucks off draco, finally able to release, harry swallows all of dracos cum.

After a few mins, harry helps them both clean off, throwing away the evidence of empty vodka bottles and traces of the marijuana.

In the morning, they wake up with the worst hangover, remembering everything that happened.

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They both attend the quidditch match, the Gryffindors winning. Both teams go to the prefects bathroom to wash off and notices the hickeys on both draco and harry.