It Ended With Our Song

Nostalgia's Not Very Nice

Sorry for disappearing for a while, i've been working on this book for almost a year now and it's hard to stay motivated something.

Happy pride as well, we can celebrate with some more drarry angst.

"Draco."

Draco groaned, his eyes too heavy to open.

Someone nudged him and a dull ache began to fall over his body.

The floor below him was concrete and hard brick lay behind his head.

He forced his eyes open, squinting in the misty light.

A burnt out cigarette was resting between his fingers as he was sat out on the porch.

Beer bottles rolled around his feet.

Harry stood above him, his arms crossed.

"Did you sleep out here," He asked in a parental sort of way.

Draco's head was throbbing and his throat stung.

He forced a shrug.

"You're damn lucky I found you before Cass did."

A hand reached down, slipped under his arm and yanking him to his feet.

"Merlin you stink of smoke, go shower."

Harry pushed him towards the door.

"I'm going Potter, bloody hell," Draco grumbled slumping into the house.

Harry sighed and began picking up the smoked cigarettes and beer bottles.

-

He woke Cass an hour later, after finding Draco passed out still unshowered on his bed.

"Where's Dad," Cassie murmured sleepily, trudging out into the kitchen.

"He was up late last night, he's resting."

Cass hummed and stumbled over to the kitchen table.

"There's breakfast on the table, I need to go wake Nora."

Nora was just as sleepy when he woke her and he ended up carrying her on his back to her seat.

"I'm going to Mary's today. Draco said I could last night," Cass remarked.

Harry sighed, "Sure as long you take Nora with you."

Cassie considered this for a moment before shrugging, "K," She muttered, drizzling an almost empty bottle of syrup over the waffles in front of her.

-

It took another good hour to get the girls dressed and out of the house but once he did he went to deal with Draco.

"Malfoy," He snapped, leaning up against the door.

Draco groaned, pushing himself up in bed.

His eyes were red and his hair was hanging untidily over his face.

"Harry?" He murmured sounding confused.

"Yes it's me, now get your lazy ass out of bed," Harry huffed.

Draco groaned, swinging his legs over the side and standing, "What time is it."

"12."

"Shit, I need to get Cass up."

"I've already done that, they're both at Mary's. What you need to do is shower."

"Bloody hell."

"Shower, Draco, now."

Draco held his hands up, backing into the bathroom, "I'm going."

The bathroom door swung closed and the locked clicked into the place, the shower turning on.

Harry sighed, opening the curtains to let light into the dark room.

Clothes littered the floor and old plates and cup covered the surfaces.

Harry shook his head and began picking clothes up off the floor, folding them into drawers.

He was putting away a newly folded pile of t-shirts away when something caught his eye. It was a small brown book, one he recognised. He'd seen Draco carry it around during school, occasionally writing or slipping photos into it.

Picking it up carefully, a photo slipped out into his hand.

He glanced down, careful not to leave fingerprints on the glossy surface.

The photo took him a moment to decipher.

White bedsheets lay crumpled in the very early morning light, and if it wasn't for the pinky glow of the sun shining in through a crack in the curtains you wouldn't be able to see the two heads of hair, resting ever so peacefully on the pillow.

A mess of curly blonde locks were tucked under Harry's chin. The raven haired boy asleep peacefully, his face young and completely at ease.

The photo was taken from the doorway.

His next breath was sharp and cold in his throat.

He slipped the photo back into the book and placed it gently at the bottom of the drawer, continuing to pile in folded clothes with shaky hands.

Harry was making the bed, a slither of light peaking in through the half open curtains, reflecting on the white sheets, when the shower turned off.

Moments later, Draco walked out. A towel wrapped securely around his waist.

His eyes were open sleepily as he stepped out in the room, taking in the made bed and the clean floor.

He scoffed, glancing at Harry, who was staring at him mouth so slightly open.

A brow raised almost by instinct, "Staring Potter," he muttered, teasing.

Harry shook his head and turned away from Draco, opening the curtains.

Malfoy scoffed again, opening his top drawer.

He paused, eyes flickering back over to Harry, who was watching him again.

"Can I get changed in peace or do you want to watch," He spoke playfully again, although there was an almost dangerous glint to his tone.

Harry rolled his eyes, swallowing, "Just as shallow as usual Malfoy."

He walked towards the door, hand wrapping around the doorknob.

Draco turned to him again, now letting a smirk ghost his lips as he tilted his head at Harry standing in the doorway.

"Really Potter, do you want a show or something."

Harry paused, "I just cleaned your room, a thank you would be nice."

Draco lifted a hand, ruffling his still wet hair and spraying Harry with water, to the other boys dismay.

"Thank you."

Harry nodded in response, content, and closed the door behind him.