The door to Harry’s house burst inwards as the two stumbled against it, laughing in the way only the inebriated can. They’d given up their stance against drinking so they could fight off the pain of the few shots the groups of goons had managed to land on them before being thrown into walls or through tables or something. It was extremely difficult to take down one person who had been charmed with the Maxims effect, but two was nearly impossible, especially for a bunch of drunken idiots. They had their arms hooked around each other as a way of keeping general balance so when Harry felt his knees buckle and he collapsed to his couch, he brought Draco down hard to his floor. If anything this just caused the two to laugh harder, but while Harry curled up holding his stomach he was laughing hard, Draco suddenly sobered for the moment and pulled himself to a sitting up position. He stared at Harry through bleary eyes, wearing a lopsided grin. “YOU!” he said so loud he was almost screaming, but then whispered the rest, “are one hell of a fighter.” Harry rolled over slowly, trying to keep his bearings as the room spun and to catch Draco’s eye. He succeeded at staring directly at his nose and decided that was good enough. “Nah,” he drawled with a heavy slur, “you... are one hell of a charmer.” With a groan Draco heaved himself up onto the couch from the floor and leaned forward so he was almost directly above Harry’s form. His mouth worked senseless drunken syllables for a moment before finding the proper sounds, and then he grinned a dopey grin. “That’s what the boys tell me.” For absolutely no reason at all that sent Harry into another fit of laughter which slowly melted down into giggles, which all of the sudden snapped off and left him wearing a much too serious expression with an odd look in his eye. “Thanks Draco. I’ve needed something like that.” Draco grinned even wider. “Oh did you, Harry? Well what else do you need?” Still chuckling under his alcohol tainted breath, Harry managed to push himself up to a sitting position so his forehead would press against Draco’s; but he was a little overzealous in his disorientation and their skulls clonked together with a hollow sounding thud. Neither seemed to even feel it, as they simply took a few moments trying to push the other one back with the muscles of their necks. For reasons even he didn’t understand, Harry suddenly leaned back, which pulled Draco down on top of him with their foreheads still pressed together. He giggled. “You called me Harry.” For a moment Draco acted like he was going to start laughing again, but he didn’t. He simply took a careful time of wrapping his one arm around the back of Harry’s head and leaned down, pulling him foreword and pressing his lips against his own. He felt their skin meet for a moment, and felt Harry’s body begin to curve to respond. And then they fell off the couch. But it didn’t matter. It only pushed Draco down harder against Harry, and the kiss continued. ****** Author’s Note: NC-17 Tomorrow!!! ******