Drunk Words are Sober Thoughts
(Thoughts from Harry in italics)
It was late. Late even for Harry. He just wanted to go somewhere where he could think, somewhere he could just sit in his emotions. He decided to go to the Prefect's bathroom. No one would be in there at this time of night.
Harry got out of bed and quietly crept down the corridor into the Prefect's bathroom. Ron kept Harry updated on the Prefect's bathroom password because he knew that Harry liked to have some quiet time and the Prefect's bathroom was a great place to have some quiet time.
Harry entered the bathroom and sat on a bench when it hit him. The smell. One he had smelled so many times in his 18 years of life. The metallic smell of blood. He got up and walked to one of the shower stalls and saw the red sticky blood coating the floor around one of the shower stalls.
Harry pulled back the shower curtain and saw a blood-covered young man laying on the shower floor with a half-empty fire whiskey bottle in his left hand and a blade in his right hand.
"Up a little laaate aren't y-you, P-potter?" The man stuttered in a drunken slur.
"Oh Draco, what have you done?"
The dark mark on Draco's arm was covered not only in blood but, long deep cuts.
"I thought it might go away...if I-I..." Draco said, slightly confused.
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. How could Draco put himself through this much pain? More importantly, why would he put himself through this much pain?
Harry cleaned the floor with a flick of his wand then knelt beside Draco and gingerly took his wounded arm. Draco winced as Harry gently ran the tip of his wand down his arm, healing the wounds and removing the blood.
"Come on, Malfoy. Let's get you to bed." Harry put Draco's arm around the back of his neck and helped him stand.
"Can I keep m-my things?" Draco slurred.
"Yeah, sure. Sure you can." Harry lied, he was hoping that when he got Draco to his dorm, he would be able to take the bottle of fire whiskey and blade away from him and hide them so Draco could never find them again.
Harry pulled Draco into the Slytherin dorm and they stood by Draco's bed.
"Come on, Draco." Harry slightly pushed Draco towards the bed but Draco was still hanging on to the back of Harry's shirt. So when he fell back on the bed, he took Harry down with him.
Draco smiled sweetly at Harry.
"You have pretty eyes, Potter. You know that?"
"You're drunk, Draco. You'll regret this in the morning."
"Maybe, but I still got you in bed with me, didn't I?"
"Draco, you. Are. Drunk. You don't know what you're doing."
"What do you m-mean? I know what I'm doing when I do this..." Draco pressed a soft kiss to Harry's lips. Harry looked away.
I can't do this...
"I-I'll see you tomorrow, Malfoy."
Draco took in a deep breath and passed out.
I've got to get out of here before someone catches me.
Harry grabbed the blade from Draco's suit pocket and took the half-drunk bottle of fire whiskey and ran back to his dorm. He hid the bottle in the bottom of his trunk and the blade in his dresser drawer. After all, it's not like Draco would make a special trip up here just to get his blade and whiskey...right?
If only he didn't feel so much pain...
Harry crawled into bed and within minutes, he was asleep.
