*Chapter One - The Aftermath*
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Harry awoke to feel arms securely around his waist. Last night was hazy in his memory due to the alcohol in his system. This all started with a simple eighth year party, but it ended up turning into so much more. Harry couldn't remember who brought it, but someone there had shown up with several bottles of fire whiskey. He vaguely wondered how much he had, but quickly came to the conclusion that he probably didn't want to know. After that came truth or dare, and since everyone was too drunk to care, they had all agreed to it.

Harry's memory was far too hazy to recognize anything past that so he tried opening his eyes instead. The first thing he realized was that he had no clothes on. The next was the person that had a strong grip on him was none other than Draco Malfoy who also had absolutely no clothes on. And the last thing he realized is that he definitely should not have sat up so quickly.

His head spun and his stomach twisted into a not. He gently untangled Draco's arms from around him, trying not to wake the other, and, noting the dark tattoo-like mark cursing his skin, got up quickly, grabbing a sheet to cover himself, practically running to the bathroom and kneeling over the loo. After emptying his stomach he kicked the bathroom door shut and gazed into his reflection.

What all had happened last night? Why was Draco in his bed? Wait... was that actually his bed? Harry had not gotten a good look for his glasses weren't there. What now? Should he go back out there? At that thought he heard a groan come from the other side of the door. "H-Harry?" Harry froze, his eyes wide looking at the door. "Where..?" Draco's sentence trailed off after that, like he had gotten his answer out of thin air.

Harry pulled the sheet, that he now had draped over his shoulders instead of around his waist, closer to his body. He quickly checked to make sure the door was locked and when he discovered it not to be, locked it.

While Draco was putting on his boxers that had previously been on the other side of the room from when... There was no time to be thinking about that. We were both drunk for fucks sake! It was probably just a one time thing that meant nothing to Har- no! Potter. Getting back to the task at hand, Draco had heard a sound, suspiciously like a door locking, coming from the bathroom the Room of Requirement had provided the night before.

He gradually stood from the bed and, with his boxers in place, made his way to the bathroom door. Draco reach for the handle only to find it locked. Giggling it more he asked, to what he presumed to be thin air, "Harry? Are you in there?" He did not expect an answer though he received one.

Harry was sitting on the loo, with the lid closed, shaking. He honestly wasn't sure where all his Gryffindor bravery had gone, but he sure wish it hadn't left him in this moment. "Y-yea?" He tried replying although he was not sure why he did so, he probably could of just stayed there, sitting alone until Draco left.

"Are you okay?" Draco asks through the bathroom door. Harry's eyes prickled with tears, what's wrong with me? Harry screamed in his mind. It's only Malfoy!! Get a hang of yourself!! But that seemed impossible. No matter how he tried to get a hold of his emotions, or how he silently screamed at himself, his emotions just came tumbling out of his eyes onto his cheeks and onto the floor in the form of tears. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel, sad? Angry? Scared? Happy..? Those were a few of the emotions running through his head.

"Harry?"

"I-I'm fine." Harry's voice cracked and it was then Draco knew something was wrong. It was his fault.