Disclaimer: Not mine. Never were. Never will be.
Word count: 100
Challenge: #3 - Alcohol.
“Shh, you’ll wake Draco,” Harry giggled as he climbed the stairs. Inside their bedroom, Draco scowled. It was Gryffindor pub-night, and he just knew that Finnegan had finally gotten Harry drunk enough to bring him home for that threesome the prat was always spouting about.
Out of bed in a flash, Draco tore the bedroom door open, ready to hex the leprechaun into next week. What he saw, however made him lower his wand.
Harry was sprawled on the floor, drunk as a skunk. And talking to himself. Draco smiled, gathered Harry into his arms and took him to bed.