It Started With Letters - Drarry

Coffee Blues Pt. 1

Harry woke in the Weasleys burrow on Monday morning to the insistent ringing of his alarm, his limbs ached, deep to the bone, his eyes were puffy, his head throbbing and his nose so stuffy that he couldn't breathe through it.

He had got off the train from Hogwarts on Sunday afternoon and headed straight to a bar before going home to the burrow sometime after sunset, shit faced and tired.

He hadn't eaten since the stale peanuts he had received at the bar and hadn't spoken to anyone apart from a 'Hello' to Molly. 

He rubbed his face with his hands and rolled over, searching for the comforting scent of Draco, except it wasn't there, he wasn't there.

He felt his heart squeezed and he closed his eyes again, he just wanted to sleep till noon and then apparate to Costa Rica, but that was far from possible.

With a groan he stood up and hobbled to the bathroom, somehow managing to find his toothbrush with half closed eyes.

He rubbed a hand through his hair before leaving it be, if this 'Henry' wanted to come in and rip the only thing he had left to sheds, he didn't feel the need to put in any effort.

So with a new burst of anger induced confidence he changed into a plain outfit, t-shirt and jeans per usual.

He stopped to stare in the mirror for a moment, the jeans were slightly too long causing him to paused, they were Draco's.

He considered changing but thought against it and instead slipped his hands into the pockets.

From the right he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and unfolded it.

It was a photo, shaggy blonde hair peeking out from under white bed sheets and a raven haired boy curled into his side.

He didn't remember it being taken but he could easily recognise the bedroom as the one from the house in Costa Rica. 

He straightened it out, tracing the shapes with his fingers before folding it again carefully.

With a sigh it was back in his pocket and he was heading down the stairs.

Molly sat at the kitchen table, a cup of tea beside her as she stitched up one of the boys ripped tops.

She glanced up at him and furrowed her brow, "Harry dear, it's early, do you need anything, tea, coffee, toast.

"I'm fine Mrs Weasley, i'm just headed out for coffee now but thank you," he prayed his voice stayed even.

"Oh," she stood up, walking towards him and straightening out his top, "Are you sure you don't want me to give this a quick iron or maybe bring a jumper it can still be a tad chilly out even in summer you know."

"I'm fine Mrs Weasley, really," and with that he turned and hurried out the door away from the fussing off the burrow.

In reality he wasn't fine. His stomach was twisted into a knot and he was melting under the summer heat, yet every part of him felt cold.

He took a deep breath and envisioned the address he had received from Henry by owl the night before.

Then he dissaperated.