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Draco wasn’t sure this was a good idea. He’d been drunk before but never in public, and least of all not around his current crush, his stunning dorm mate, Blaise Zabini. He hadn’t thought anything of it when Theo had suggested they all hit the road to Hogsmeade for a last hoorah before graduation. No one had forced him to go to the Three Broomsticks for a night out with his friends. He wanted to celebrate, he had plenty to celebrate for; switching sides and surviving, saving his mother from his father’s tyranny, and frankly, just living until the end of his schooling. He actually had prospects now, he planned on going on and getting his Potions Master certification, maybe open a little shop in Diagon Alley, and live his own life for once. So, yeah, he was excited for the night, he wanted to have a good night. The trouble didn’t start until the firewhiskey started flowing. Normally he would be able to control himself, but the enthusiasm in the group found him carried away. Even that wouldn’t usually be a problem, but Blaise was there. Draco wasn’t even out of the closet, and although he had never even kissed anyone, male or female, he knew he very much wanted to kiss his dark skinned friend.
By the end of the night Draco was way passed tipsy, and as they stumbled out into the night air it was clear that he would not be able to make it back on his own. Unfortunately, for Draco at least, Blaise was the one to volunteer to escort his drunken arse back to the school. His stumbling meant that they were well behind the group by the time they reached the gates. Draco used the opportunity the stone pillars presented to rest a bit and try to clear his head, but just looking at the gorgeous man in front of him was keeping his mind muddled. By the time they started up again they had lost sight of all the others, but were laughing drunkenly over every childhood antic they could remember. Suddenly Draco lost his footing, and although Blaise tried to catch him, he got caught up and landed on the ground next to his friend, giggling and laughing like there was no tomorrow. As they lay there, catching their breath they turned to each other and Draco saw something in Blaise’ eyes that made his heart skip a beat. Slowly, he approached the prone man and closed his eyes as their lips touched for the first time. It was like an electric shock shot through his veins and he moaned into Blaise’ mouth. Hands threaded through his hair as they continued their heated exploration of each others’ mouths. Several hours later, or so it seemed, they came up for air and looked into each others’ eyes. They both knew that nothing would ever be the same, but for the first time in Draco’s life he wasn’t worried about the future. He was ready for whatever would come.