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fifty-six | pub

screaming bc or nah is playing right after i wrote some botched smut

~no pov

Despite Harry rewriting Christmas Eve to be a good day, he couldn't help but think of Louis. He knew he had to go back to the stupid pub and talk to him. 

Only problem was he would be limping there.

It was suddenly so clear to him why people enjoyed doing the do. 

im too immature to write sex in a non joking manner

"I need to ask you to do something with me."

"Already?" Draco grinned. 

"No, you horny bastard, not that." Harry rolled his eyes. "It's an hour until Christmas. I went back last year, I have to go again."

"Potter, are you sure?"

The brunet nodded. "He was the reason I recovered. It makes him sound like a saint, but it's true. I wanted to get strong and be recovered so that if the time came, I'd be able to fight back for once. I can do that now."

"Can you walk?" His voice was ever so smug.

"Draco I will make sure you can't fucking walk in a sec, and not in the way you'd like." 

"Kinky."

"Draco."

"Sorry." Draco breathed in. "I'm mature now. Will this help?"

Harry nodded. "It helped last year, even though he did touch me in a way I didn't want him to, but it's fine cause he didn't do much, but-"

"Excuse me?"

Harry had a habit of downplaying his trauma, mostly to himself. So, for him to downplay himself in front of Draco was rather different. 

"What?"

"He touched you again?"

"I mean, he only put my hand on his you-know-what and then wouldn't let me let go and then slapped me for throwing up into his drink and then tried to touch my you-know-what too." He rambled, talking almost too quickly to be understood.

Draco's hand balled into a fist, like he did the night prior. "We're going. And if I see him, it's on sight."

Harry skipped over the last part. "You'll take me?"

"After what you just said, definitely. If he touches you again, anywhere, I'm going to kill him."

Harry simply smiled and nodded, hoping that his boyfriend was only joking. 

"This is it?" Solaris asked.

"Yeah, thank you Solaris." Harry waved.

"Wait, what time would you like to be picked up?"

Solaris could tell by the limp Harry had walking to his car that he wouldn't be able to walk back to the Manor. He was absolutely fangirling inside, because his ship had indefinitely sailed.

"Stay here, we won't be long." Draco smiled. "Thank you."

The chauffeur nodded and parked down the street.

"You ready?" Draco asked his boyfriend. 

Harry nodded, shaking. Whether or not it was out of fear or from the cold, neither knew. 

Hand in hand, they walked into the pub where it all happened, exactly two years ago. Though he'd done this a year prior, it still felt scary. The fourteen-year-old version of Harry was terrified, but the sixteen-year-old felt braver.