The Wedding Night

"Why are you such an idiot, Potter?" Draco slurred.
"You're drunk, Malfoy," Harry said and rolled his eyes.
He couldn't believe it. Meeting Malfoy at Hermione's wedding wasn't something he ever imagined. Well... maybe the fact that Hermione was marrying Pansy should have been a clue.
"Come on," he said. "I'll call you a taxi."

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When Harry woke up, his head was on fire. It seemed that he also drank more than he thought.
"Coffee," he said to himself as he tried to sit up.
"Make it two."
Harry slowly turned his head to find Malfoy. In his bed. Naked.