Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixteen - Best Friends

Harry and Draco stumble into the common room, they must have fallen asleep behind the tapestry since at least four hours have passed. They don't feel drunk anymore, just a bit slow with a headache that crept up on both of them.

"I have something in my room." Draco rubs his temples

"Thank Merlin, my heads killing me." Harry follows him up the stairs.

"Well, well, well... it's about time you two made it back." Blaise Zabini is sitting on Draco's bed as they enter his room. Theo and Seamus are working on homework by the fire.

"Didn't know you needed us for anything." Draco opens a small chest he took out of his trunk. It has rows of different potions in it. He hands one to Harry and takes two more out before shutting it back in his chest. "I'm going to check on Cornfoot, I'm sure you know your way out or you can make yourself comfortable. I don't care either way." Draco leaves to find Steve.

"He does." Blaise looks at Harry. Harry downed the potion and puts the empty vile on Malfoy's desk. "But! You promised me a look at those drawings of yours. Let's give Dray a bit of disappointment in his otherwise satisfied life."

"You want to do that now?"

"No. I wanted to do this after lunch, but you and Dray disappeared for what was it, like three hours... scandalous." Blaise smirks.

"Fine, come on." Harry leaves the room with Blaise following.

Unlocking his door, Harry motions to the couch and kneels down in front of his trunk. He starts taking out his sketchbooks. Making two piles, one is significantly larger than the other. He flips through each one before deciding which pile to add them to.

There's a knock on the door. "Come in." Harry yells, expecting Malfoy. Ron walks in.

"Finally, mate, where were you?" Ron doesn't see Blaise sitting on the couch.

"Sorry, I fell asleep in that passage near the Great Hall." Harry flips through another sketchpad and puts it on the smaller pile.

"In the arms of your nemesis?" Blaise asks from the couch making Ron jump.

"Blimey, Harry, are you ever alone?" Ron frowns, "I need to talk to you."

"No, doesn't seem like I am anymore." Harry looks at Blaise, "And no to you too, Malfoy's arms were safely on the other side of the passage with the rest of him."

"I don't think passing out and falling asleep are the same thing." Ron teases.

"I was here first, Ronald." Blaise sounds bored, "You can have him when I'm done."

"No. I think I'll stay." Ron sits on Seamus's bed and watches Harry sort the books.

"Here." Harry hands Blaise a book from the larger pile and he starts flipping through it. "I wrote the year and the season on the cover, some of these are older. I started drawing during 4th year when everything with the Tri-Wizard Tournament started becoming too much."

Ron gets up and grabs a book from the smaller pile without Harry noticing. The year on the cover would have put it at the summer before they left to hunt down the horcruxes. He leans against the door and starts at the first page. It's a very flattering drawing of his mother. The next page is of his father, working with some muggle device from his shed. A drawing of him and Hermoine, Harry captured the look of love that they hadn't figured out yet; and it makes Ron blush.

"This is great." Ron turns the picture to show Harry. He flips to the next page, it's George and Fred working on some product for their store.

"Give that back." Harry walks quickly to Ron and tries to rip it from his hand. "Which pile did you take that from?" Harry's face is turning red.