Look Me In The Eyes

You Betrayed Me

Harry spent the end of his night with Draco, staying up late watching 80's muggle horror movies. When it was time to separate to sleep, Harry went back to his own room only to toss and turn with no sleep.

Harry snuck downstairs, not wanting to wake Draco. He paced into front of his fireplace, chewing the ends of his thumbnail. He took the basket of Floo powder, looking into it as if it would calm his thoughts.

Draco came down the stairs in his green and black stripped pajama pants, standing on the last step. "I leave you for an hour and now I come down to see you a nervous wreck???"

Harry flinched. "Draco!" He covered his heart.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Draco rubbed his eye, walking over. "Mind telling me why you're making a line in the floor?"

Harry shook his head. "I couldn't fall asleep...I've been thinking of going to Severus's apartment."

Draco looked at the floo basket Harry was holding, his eyes floating over to the clock. "It's midnight Harry, we stayed up pretty late as it is." He yawned, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Harry looked over to see Draco didn't have a shirt on, blushing. "Aren't you freezing??? We only have one week left till October." He set the basket back down on the mantle.

Draco looked down at himself. "Oops...well I was tired I guess I forgot my shirt." He ran a hand down his stomach absently.

Harry looked away with a smirk, transfiguring the fireplace.

"Harry no! Severus will kill you if you show up in the middle of the night!" Draco warned, stepping infront of him to take the powder away.

"I have to do something, I have to talk to him." Harry stepped in the floo.

"Well then I'm coming with you, you're not going to be chewed out by yourself." Draco ran upstairs to grab a shirt.

Harry braced himself for a total disaster, but he had to try and save things. He took the basket, drawing circles in the black powder.

Draco ran back over. "Okay, shirt check, floo powder check...you sure you want to do this?" He asked, feeling like this might worsen things.

Harry sighed, grabbing a handful of powder. "If I don't try and fix things, what does that say about me? Or the relationship?"

Draco shook his head, taking a breath. "Fuck it, let's just get it done." He took a step in, holding onto Harry's arm.

"Spinners end apartment!" Harry threw down the powder, clutching Draco close as the flames took them away.

Draco landed first, keeping Harry steady. The living room was empty, all the lights turned off besides a candle or 2 burning off to the side.

Harry walked in, brushing the ash from his shirt. "Maybe he's not home." He looked around, walking into the small kitchen nook.

Draco walked around to the dining area. "You might be right." He went over to the back room hallway, tripping over something.

Harry ran over. "What happened?" He whispered hush like.