Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-One - Girls

Harry and Ron were sitting on the log after another few rounds of beer pong. The beer pong tournament ended with the emptying of the keg. Luckily, they still had a bunch of fire whiskey left, and the joints Neville brought.

Harry and Ron were passing a bottle when Greg and Theo joined them dragging a blanket over to sit on.

"I like your jumper, Potter." Theo smirked, "It'd look better on my bedroom floor."

"Oi." Ron swayed, "You're not supposed to be saying those things to my best mate here."

"Wait..." Greg squinted at Harry, "Isn't that your jumper, Theo?"

"Yep." Harry grinned, "He must have left it on my bedroom floor."

"Who's leaving clothes on your floor, Potter?" Draco stumbled onto the log next to him.

"Theo... it's his jumper I'm wearing." Harry pulls the jumper away from his body for Malfoy to see better.

"Take it off." Draco glares.

"What?"

"You heard me, Potter, take it off."

"No, I'm not... Why?"

"I don't like you wearing his clothes, so... Take. It. Off." Draco leans in smelling Harry, "You smell like him too."

"Too bad. It's cold. I'm not taking it off."

"You will."

"Fuck off Malfoy."

"No! I will not fuck off, not until you take off his clothes."

"Dray... it's just a jumper." Theo grabs Draco's hand.

"Stay out of this Nott. You've helped enough." Draco pulls his hand free, "Unless you think Finnigan would want to wear this hoodie?" Draco starts pulling off his shirt.

"Seamus is not wearing your hoodie; it has your name across the back." Harry stands pulling Draco's shirt back down.

"Then take it off!"

"You're making a scene." Blaise walks over, "Dray, you need to use your inside voice. You're a bit... sauced. Harry looks lovely in his jumper. Appreciate the view and let's not get carried away. I know that this..." Blaise motions between Draco and Harry, "... is what, an open secret. I mean we, of course, know of your dalliances but honestly Draco. Alex, Dean maybe even Longbottom wasn't aware of this catastrophe. Perhaps, it's better to keep some of these people guessing. I mean, Corner there writes for the school newspaper. You're airing your dirty laundry over a jumper..."

"Only the people here know, really, otherwise Boot would already have them on his list." Greg offers.

"It matters, Blaise."

"Your jealousy is showing, Dray." Blaise whispers.

"Fuck off." Draco knocks into his shoulder as he leaves, taking a bottle of fire whiskey with him.

"Potter." Blaise frowns, "Take off the fucking jumper or at least switch with someone less threatening." Blaise goes after Draco.

"Why am I threatening?" Theo looks confused.

"Do you want my hoodie?" Ron asks.

"No. Fuck them." Harry walks off in the other direction.

"If they survive this..." Ron makes a vague motion with his hand, "Whatever the fuck they're doing I'll be surprised." Ron takes a drink from the bottle handing it to Theo. "You're a good looking bloke, Nott."

"Thanks?"

"Not as greasy or scrawny as before... maybe that's why you're threatening?"

"I don't know if I want to punch you right now, in your oh so punchable face, or just take that as a compliment."