Chapter Fifteen- Pools and Accidents

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"Hey guys, sorry to bother you I just need...—OH MERLIN! WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?!"

The piercing shriek of Ron Weasley echoes through the apartment walls and fills the ears of the two men still tightly cuddled together on the bed.

Draco cracks an eyelid open looking towards the slightly open doorway, he chuckles deeply seeing a very bright red Ron staring determinedly at the other side of the room.

"Thanks for the heart attack, Ron," Harry says clutching his chest tightly. He gropes around for his glasses before Draco takes pity and hands him his round spectacles. The light catches his eyes just perfectly, making the emerald pools look iridescent with their shifting colours. From a certain angle his eyes show bursts of yellow streaking across and from another an almost brown colour towards his pupil. His bright green eyes holding so many colours within them Draco can't help but stare.

"It's not my fault you guys are never decent," Ron huffs indignantly. Draco let's out a loud laugh at the red colour attacking Ron's face and neck, his face seeming to mirror his hair. Ron simply flips him off brushing a piece of his fiery red hair away from his face.

"It's not our fault you don't know how to knock," Draco says pulling the blanket tighter around his body. Not caring at the obvious nudity, their clothes are thrown across the floor only an idiot wouldn't understand the implications.

"Well, I need Harry. Ministry just gave us a mission and I figured he would be here. I'll wait in the living room," Ron says blushing brightly. Harry groans and nods his head, Ron quickly shuts the door and Draco flops back on the bed watching Harry dress. He stretches his arms above his head to glide his shirt down his torso and Draco does not mind the view. His eyes wander towards the alarm clock and seeing the time Draco jumps up as well.

"Shit, I'm supposed to be at the pool in fifteen minutes," Draco hurriedly grabs one of Harry's t-shirts laying on the ground and a pair of his own joggers after putting on his pants. Harry looks at the slightly disheveled Draco and smiles. He finishes getting ready himself and walks towards the living room where Ron is waiting for him.

Draco quickly brushes his hair and teeth before throwing on a pair of socks and grabbing his shoes. His bag is hanging by the door, just a simple smaller backpack with his swim suit and towel in it. He looks around for his car keys, not seeing them on the coffee table where they should be he groans. He rushes into the kitchen and looks around before pulling out his wand. He quickly summons the keys watching them dart from the living room before grabbing them and twirling them on his fingers. Glancing around he sees Harry messing with his sunglasses resting on the coffee table where his keys should have been. He smiles and walks over to grab the glasses, Harry smiles back and hands him the glasses.

"Have a good day at work," Harry smiles at the beautiful blond, Draco nods his head leaning down to press a chaste kiss to Harry's lips.

"You as well," Draco says trying not to laugh at the way Ron is staring at the mantel with determination. He rushes towards the door, checking the time on his flip phone before letting out a sigh of relief. If traffic is good he should be there in five or so minutes and he still has ten minutes to get there on time. He leaves the two men in his living room, walking out the door and locking it quickly behind him. The stairs seem like a better idea to scale then the elevator that is broken most of the time. He doesn't fancy the idea of getting stuck in it today.

Stepping into his car he quickly turns the ignition, the radio blares a Green Day song and he nods his head as he pulls into the busy traffic. The drive goes by quickly, a few times the lights seemed to take too long and others he seemed to get stuck behind people who obviously have never driven in their life. But he makes it in time, pulling into the parking lot he sees he has about three minutes until he has to clock in. He walks into the building, waving at the desk workers and the custodians vacuuming the hallways.

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