Harry/Draco
Harry didn’t want to be sober, but bloody hell was he sick of being hungover.
It was Draco who started it, as usual. He’d begged Harry about taking it slow and Harry told him to piss off before he started taking shots with Luna and Ginny.
Which then led Harry to getting way too drunk.
And then Harry got drunk again and he brought Theo Nott back to their house.
“Do you love me?” Theo asked when Harry was inside him.
“Depends,” Harry answered, which apparently wasn’t the right answer.
Everything was going by too fast.
Life.
Love.
All of Harry’s free time.
Draco tried to leave Harry eventually, which Harry deserved.
“This is the last time I give you another chance,” Draco warned him.
“That’s what you said last time,” Harry reminded him.
When Harry drank himself far past a normal level of inebriation, he snuggled up to Draco in their bed.
“Love you,” Harry slurred.
“Love you, prat.”