《Drarry One-Shots》

08: Silent Treatment on Rainy Days

Harry watched as the tiny droplets of water slid down the glass pane of the window as the rain poured down heavily outside, in the grass fields. He watched as the trees swayed harshly in the wind, making leaves fall and birds flee from their nests.

Harry had always loved watching the rain as a child, in fact, he still did. There was just something about watching the way the trees swayed in the wind, and having a small race with yourself about trying to guess which rain drop would slide down the window, all the way to the bottom the fastest first, that had always given him a sense of calmness and childlike happiness.

He never knew why he loved watching the rain, he just knew that it calmed him down and made him feel peace within himself. Maybe it was because of how beautiful it looked when it rained.

When he was younger, when the sky would be filled with menacing grey clouds that made all the other kids in Little Whinging sigh and mope, he would always feel happy because when it rained, he wouldn't have to do any garden work for the Dursleys’. Instead they would send him back into his little cupboard under the stairs and demand that he be quiet. He had always wanted to watch the rain then, but had went along with it only because he could still hear the gentle patter of rain hitting the roof, he remembered being lulled to sleep by it. He remembered hating the boom of the thunder – he remembered crying about it and no one coming to hug him, too – but absolutely loving the way the sky lit up when lightning struck.

He liked the way the grey, dreary sky lit up when lightning struck – even if it was just for a second. Sometimes, it would be a blinding white flickering across the sky for a few seconds but there were times when he had seen the sky light up purple when the lightning struck. He found it all fascinatingly beautiful.

The loud boom of thunder snapped him out of his thoughts and made him shiver in fear. He may be twenty three years old now, but it didn't mean he was any less scared of thunder as he was when he was a kid. He didn't cry about it like he did when he was a child, nowadays, he just jumped a little when he heard the loud sound.

It was getting cold now too, he snuggled into the thick, cosy blanket – making sure not to spill his cup of cocoa –  that he had draped over his legs more than half an hour ago.

Harry's somewhat happy mood darkened at the thought of what had happened half an hour ago.

He and Draco had gotten into an argument. And, admittedly, they were arguing about something stupid. Well... not that stupid. Draco had gotten jealous when Ron had told him about the man that always flirted with him whenever Ron, Hermione and himself went to the Three Broomsticks for their weekly meet up.

To be fair, Harry hadn't realised that the man had been flirting with him until recently, when the man had asked him out on a date. Harry had obviously said no because, one; he was happily married and in love, and two; the man made him uncomfortable.

Harry looked out, watching the trees sway and the rain patter against the window, making more little droplets of rain on it, his lips pursed into a thin line. Merlin’s fuck! Who would even try to flirt with a married man! Harry thought sourly. It was obvious he was married for Godric's sake! He and Draco's wedding had been the headline for every single newspaper and magazine for weeks. They had even announced it on the wireless. He was sure the whole of the wizarding world knew about them.

Why the fuck did that man even flirt with him in the first place? He was sure that he knew he was married – he had a ring on his finger and literally the whole of the wizarding world knew about them. The only way that the man he wouldn't have known he was married was if he was muggle, which Harry was sure he was not because he was in the Three Broomsticks, which, if his memory serves him right, was a wizarding pub.