All the Quiet Observers (Drarry)

Chapter 3

Draco jumped up with excitement and almost spilled his water. He hugged Harry very tightly.

Harry grimaced a little bit because it was, as he said, small.

Draco then kissed Harry.

"Th-thank... oh my god.." Draco moaned as he hugged Harry again.

"I mean- my apartment is so cluttered and even smaller-"

"Stop," Harry said at once and Draco jumped back with shock.

Harry was looking at the floor.

"This'll be hard for us, Especially me. And if you put all your clutter in here it'll be even more cluttered than your apartment," Harrys aid sadly.

Draco now turned red.

"Oh. Oh, ok," Draco said sarcastically.

Harry cringed at the floor; he knew Draco was mad; he was about to yell at Harr-

"OH, SO YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME, HUH? YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER IN MY CRAMPED APARTMENT WHILE YOI WNJOY YOUR RICH LIFE HER IN THIS FANCY FUCKING APART-"

"IM NOT RICH!" Harry yelled back and they stood for a second, both panting and looking down at the floor.

"It's not like that. I have problems, too. And this is just going to cause even more problems," Harry fumed under his breath.

"And we have to tell your dad," Harry added.

Draco said nothing but took a very tiny and awkward sip of his water, setting it rather more aggressive than needed.

His hands weee shaking, Harry saw.

"Harry. Please," Draco moaned.

"I don't know, ok?" Harry said angrily, plumping down on the couch.

"Please. It's for the greater good," Draco mumbled.

"This place literally has four and a half rooms plus a hallway. It's not huge or anything, which isn't very idea-" Harry began.

"Well mine has 2 and a half, so don't start compl-" Draco started back up.

"Than get more money!" Harry spurted out without planning, knowing the second he had said it that it was the wrong thing to say.

"Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Really. Just move in here, how about that. Let's ask your dad. Tomorrow," Harry said without really meaning it; he just didn't want Draco to get mad again.

"Really?" Draco said hopefully, looking up in excitement.

"No," Harry said, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

"What?" Draco said madly.

"Please. Let's talk it over tomorrow. Come over at 1 or something," Harry sighed.

This time it was Draco who took the deep, shuddering breath.

"Yeah I guess. But it has to be decided within a week, you can't just keep saying 'oh yeah, let's talk about it tomorrow,' or I move in immediately, no more persuading. Deal?" Draco asked shakily.

"Deal," Harry said quietly, his mind slamming into deceptions of thoughts.

"Good. See you tomorrow, then?" Said Draco, a little to bitterly, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Harry said, quietly still.

"Bye."

And without further ado, The door opened, Draco stepped out, closed, and Harry sighed, letting his head drop on the back of the sofa.