This Feels Like Falling in Love || Drarry

9: Happy Birthday!!

So sorry about the late update, I've been really unmotivated to write and had to force this out.
Hope you enjoy the chapter :)

The rest of February went by smoothly. There was no avoiding, no arguments, no tears. The boys were friends.
Just friends.
There were, of course, the longing glances, the lingering touches, the words that have a secret meaning, the fantasies of having something more.
They hid these from each other. Didn't let themselves think about it for more than a few minutes at night.
And it was working.
Until Harry fucked messed it up.
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It was the end of February, March was only a few days away. Hermione came to Harry with a question.
"Can you help me plan a birthday party for Ron?"
Harry, of course, said yes to his friend, Ron deserved to be celebrated. Parties weren't his favorite anymore, but he couldn't say no. Planning it could give him options though.
"We should do just Gryffindor, we're his real friends anyway," Harry suggested while Hermione wrote out party plans.
Hermione looked up from her paper, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Yeah, that'll work," she smirked. "Should we have alcohol?"
"Yeah," Harry answered quickly. It was a party, drinks were necessary. He would just watch himself this time.
They planned for hours, Hemione filled her parchment with theme ideas, things to buy for decorations, a list of Ron's favorite foods, songs, and games.
Hermione was a very good party planner. In two days, they would throw the best part Gryfindor has ever seen.

"Where should I put the balloons?" Harry said, standing on a stool in the corner of the Room of Requirements.
He and Hermione had been decorating for hours. Ron's birthday was tomorrow and they wanted everything set up so they could spend the day with him.
Streamers were hanging from the ceiling in loose arches, reds, and yellows mixing to create a tornado of color around the room. Two large tables were against the back wall. Hermione had laid white table clothes over each of them, displaying the red paper plates and yellow napkins. Harry had placed the stacks of solo cups next to the plates, shoving extras under the table.
Hermione was on the other side of the room organizing chairs along the walls. She turned to face Harry as he asked his question.
"Tie a bunch to this chair," She said pointing to a large wooden chair in the center of the room. "And the rest can be littered around the room wherever." She turned back to organizing and let Harry work.
He tied ten balloons on the large chair, two red, two yellow, and one white for each side, and then let the extras float to the ceiling in every corner of the room, adding a few scattered in the center.
The theme of red and yellow made it very clear that this was a Gryffindor party.
Harry smiled at the decorations, proud of what they put together for Ron.
Hermione came and sat next to him, smiling and admiring their hard work.
This would be a good party, a celebration for Ron. They would have a good night. Nothing could go wrong.

(haha yeah right)

Harry woke up the next morning as soon as the sun was in the sky. He got ready for the day, preparing himself for a long day of fun with his two best friends.
He found Ron and Hermon in the common room. Ron was smiling, wearing a pointy party hat on top of his red hair. Hermione had her arms wrapped around his waist in a strong hug. Harry waited for them to part before he walked up to them.
"Hey, Ron! Happy birthday, man!" Harry smiled, hugging the other boy.
Ron returned the hug with a laugh. "Thanks, Harry. We got any plans today?"
"Whatever you want to do, Ron, it is your day, after all," Hermione answered.
Ron's smile grew if that was possible. He hooked his arms through Hermiones and Harrys, each of them on one side, and started dragging them out of the common room.
"Breakfast, then!" Ron yelled, pulling them along. The three of them laughed, their smiles stretched from ear to ear.

After a large breakfast, the trio followed Ron out to Hogsmeade. They traveled around the shops, buying Ron candies and other things that he pointed out. Their smiles never faded, cracking jokes and laughing loudly through the small town, reliving their good memories from this place.
Nearing the end of the day, their faces hurt from smiling so much. Their stomachs hurt from laughing.
It was a great way to spend Ron's birthday.
Hermione split from the boys, excusing herself to use the bathroom and freshen up. She went to the room of requirements to set up the party.
Harry brought Ron to the common room and stalled for a while. When Ron got restless and started asking where Hermione was, Harry told him to go change so they could go out for dinner.
Ron was confused but went to change into something a bit nicer. Harry followed suit, dressing in black tight-fitting slacks and a maroon button-up. Adding chains to his belt loops and around his neck. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to fix the mess, but of course, it didn't work.
He met Ron, who had dressed up in dark jeans and a dark orange sweater over a white collared shirt. He looked nice, a smile still plastered on his face.
"Where are we going?" Ron asked when he spotted Harry.
"Oh, just for drinks," Harry said since they had eaten not long ago. "But we have to make a stop first."
Ron didn't question it and followed Harry down the long corridor. They turned the corner to the Room of requirements entrance. Harry stopped by the door.
"Harry, what are we doing here?" Ron asked, clearly confused by their location.
"I, uh, left something in here earlier," Harry said loudly so Hermione could hear through the door. He waited a few seconds then opened the door.
The room was dark, Ron walked in behind Harry and looked around.
"What did you-" Ron started to ask but was cut off by shouting.
"Surprise!"
"Happy birthday!"
A chorus of shouts rang out through the room as the lights flicked on. Ron's hands flew to his face, covering his blush as he laughed.
All of the 8th year Gryffindors were here, his friends for the years past. He greeted them all with smiles and hugs. Hermione was in the back, he ran to her and wrapped her in a hug, kissing her passionately.
"Did you plan this?" He asked laughing.
"Harry and I, yes!" Hermione answered, kissing her boyfriend's cheek.
Ron pulled Harry into a group hug, kissing his cheek and then Hermione's.
"You guys are the best," he said, giving them another squeeze. "Now let's get this party started!" He shouted. Everyone cheered and Hermione started the music and turned on color-changing lights.
Drinks were passed around, everyone danced together, laughing and smiling the whole time.
They started a drinking game. Harry was nervous to join, but Ron pressured him to, and being his best friend's birthday, he complied.
And he got wasted.
Seamus and Dean began pouring shots early on, challenging everyone to drink as much as they could.
Harry had been staying back, his first drink still in hand, sipping it occasionally.
Seamus approached him, clearly drunk himself, and pulled Harry to the drink table.
"Take a shot, 'Arry," he slurred, throwing an arm over his shoulder.
"No thanks, man,"
"Awww, come on, Harry! Take a shot!"
Harry glanced around for help but heard a new voice next to him.
"Harry, mate! Drink with us!" Ron shouted from next to him. He was drunk as well, a cup empty in his hand.
Hermione was next to Ron, her drink in hand. She smiled at Harry, her cheeks flushed red from the drinks.
"It won't hurt to have a few, Harry," Hermione said, clearly forgetting his situation.
Ron pleaded with him, saying it was his birthday and he wanted Harry to have fun.
Harry caved.
He had a few shots with Ron, some with Seamus, and a few with Dean. Then Ron suggested they do a drinking race.
He was giggling the whole time, Dean and Seamus agreed immediately, and Harry joined in warily.
They filled their cups to the brim and asked Hermione to count them down.
"Alright," Hermione said between giggles. "3, 2, 1, go!"
The boys started to drink from the tall glasses. Seamus finished first, the Ron and Dean. Harry was last.
The boys laughed at him, even though he had only lost by a second.
"Oh, Harry, I thought you were better than that!" Ron laughed loudly.
"We should give him a punishment," Seamus said.
The other agreed with shouts and Harry groaned, knowing that he had already had too much to drink.
Dean poured five shots and set them in front of harry.
"Drink up." He smirked.
And Harry did.
God, this wasn't going as planned.
Harry had enough alcohol to pass out at this point. But enough common sense to know that he should go back to the common room.
He said his goodbyes, taking one last shot with Ron, and started the slow walk back to the dorms.
He stumbled through the hall, using the wall to keep himself standing.
Once he got to the common room, he stumbled down the stairs and towards the small couch.
A head popped up over the back of the couch, blonde hair moved in to Harry's vision.
"Draco?" Harry smiles while he moves towards the couch. Draco shifted to look in his direction, confused when he saw Harry's state.
His shirt was untucked and unbuttoned. One of his pant legs was rolled up to his shin.
Harry collapsed on the couch next to Draco, throwing his legs over the armrest. His head landed on Draco's lap on top of the papers he had been looking over.
"Draco!" Harry said happily, his smile was lopsided but wide. "I just had the best night."
Draco smiled at the boy in his lap. They were alone, it couldn't hurt to talk for a bit. "Yeah?"
"Oh my gosh, yeah! Ron's birthday party with the other Gryffindors was so much fun!" Harry explained to Draco.
"Mhm?" Draco hummed, his hand dropping into Harry's hair.
Harry rolled over and held himself up on his elbows, looking up at Draco.
"Dray," Harry said, using the nickname he had given him that first party night. "I lost a drinking competition."
Harry frowned at that. His pout was cute.
Harry continued babbling about the party, his head was back in Draco's lap and Draco was running his fingers through Harry's soft hair.
After a few minutes, Harry yawned.
"Harry, you're drunk, you should go to bed."
"'M not drunk!" Harry denied. "I'm just... a little tipsy." He giggled.
"Harry, come on, I'll bring you upstairs."
"Dray," Harry complained as the shorter boy pulled him off the couch.
He wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and started to walk with him. Harry continued to complain while Draco dragged him up the stairs and into his bedroom.
"Dray~, I wish you had been at the party," Harry slurred. "It was so much fun." Harry smiled, his head fell onto Draco's shoulder.
Draco couldn't help but smile. Harry had his eyes closed, walking slowly along with Draco. His lips were formed in a soft smile. He was cute, Draco let himself notice it.
They got to Harry's room and Draco walked him to the bed.
Harry went to lay down, Draco's arms still wrapped around him, and pulled the shorter boy down with him.
"Harry, let me up," Draco whispers.
Harry snuggles into Draco's chest, wrapping his arms around the blonde.
"No," Harry hums. "Stay."
Draco was tired and Harry was warm. He let himself relax into the taller boy's arms. His cheek pressed against Harry's soft hair, breathing in slowly.
He smiled, wishing that they could do this all the time. They fit together, even if the world hated them, it was true.
They fell asleep like that, cuddled together in Harry's bed, happy and warm.

I didn't really proof read so if there are mistakes let me know, thx!

BTW: I am taking a break from this book, maybe for 2 or 3 weeks, I might work on some one shots or shorter stories, so check for those if you'd like, thank you! (2/2/21)