1000 Days of Harry Potter

Day 660

"What the fuck, Draco?"

Draco opens his eyes a crack to see his very angry boyfriend staring down at him. Draco seems to be sleeping on top of a still-sleeping Harry Potter, although Harry is stirring now, too.

Wait. Memories of the previous night come flooding back. Draco is the one who should be angry. What the fuck is Brandon's problem?

Draco pushes himself up off of Harry's chest to glare at him, ignoring the horrendous headache and turning of his stomach. Oh, this hangover is wretched.

"What are you mad about?"

"I came over to meet your son and found you sleeping with Harry Potter!" Brandon practically shrieks. He looks justifiably upset, Draco's borrowed shirt already dry cleaned and hanging over one arm as he motions at them with the other.

Draco doesn't have the patience to play this game. The realization that this isn't even the first time this has happened and he was just too blind to see it strikes him, and his temper snaps. "Oh? And who were you sleeping with last night, Brandon? Because Harry and I just fell asleep together, fully-clothed as you can see. But that's not what you did, is it?"

"What—" Brandon's mask of righteous indignation slips. "What are you talking about?"

Merlin, he's a terrible liar.

Draco has to resist the urge to Accio something to throw at him. How the man has ever managed to cheat on anyone with a poker face like that is a mystery.

"Harry was at the club last night too, you arse. He saw you."

"...Oh."

"Yeah. Oh. Get out of my house."

Harry sits up beside Draco, watching Brandon go, walking dejectedly toward the front door and glancing back over his shoulder.

"And leave my shirt, you cheating arsehole," Draco hisses venomously, and Brandon's face twists as he walks back over and throws it at him.

"Better a cheating arsehole than Harry Potter's whore."

Draco gasps sharply and Harry, who has been watching the interaction passively up to this point, is on his feet with his wand in his hand in a flash. He's shaking with fury as he asks in a low voice. "What did you just say?"

"I don't think I need to repeat it," Brandon sneers, drawing his own wand.

"Get out."

"Or what?"

Draco catches Harry's wrist, and the rage in his eyes when he turns to look at him actually makes him flinch back. He hasn't seen Harry this angry in years, he'd forgotten how intimidating it is, even when it's directed at someone else. "Don't," Draco whispers. "He's not worth it."

Harry lowers his wand, his eyes locked on Draco's face, but Brandon is still clearly itching for a fight.

"What? Not going to defend him after all, Potter?"

"You're a complete idiot, Somers," Harry sighs and holsters his wand. "You had Draco, why would you even look at anyone else?"

Harry doesn't need his wand to block the incoming Hex, he waves a hand and the magic dissipates in the air. Brandon's eyes widen in fear as Harry advances on him, suddenly eerily calm. Brandon backs up into the wall, turning pleading eyes on Draco.

"You sure you don't want to Hex him?" Harry asks, watching as Draco considers for a moment before shaking his head. He turns his glare back on Brandon. "Then get out."

This time, Brandon doesn't hesitate, scrambling for the door and slamming it behind himself.

Draco sinks down onto the sofa and buries his head in his hands. "Merlin. What a disaster."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper like that," Harry says softly, sitting beside him.

"No," Draco answers without lifting his head. "It's okay. He was being an arse. He only said that because he knew it would upset you."

"I know. I shouldn't have let it."

Draco shrugs. "It was a little funny. His face when you blocked his Hex without your wand, I mean. I thought he was going to wet himself."

He finally turns his head to look at him, and Harry's lips twitch into an involuntary smile. "It was."

Draco reaches out and picks up the two vials of Hangover Potion waiting on the coffee table, passing one over.

"I did something bad," Harry murmurs after downing the potion.

"What?"

"I um, I may have hit him with a Hex to the back before he made it out the front door."

"What?"

"Nothing permanent!" Harry says quickly. "Just a little variation on the Furnunculus Charm. The boils will go away after a couple of days. Faster if he goes to St. Mungo's."

"I didn't see any boils...?"

Harry's answering grin is wicked. "Well, they aren't in a place where you'd be able to see them."

Draco stares at him for a full ten seconds before he bursts out laughing. He laughs until he can't breath. He leans against Harry's side, his whole body shaking. Harry looks extremely pleased with himself as he chuckles softly along with him.

Sometimes, Draco would swear Harry should have been in Slytherin.