Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty-Two - Newspapers and Missives

Harry leaves Blaise and Greg's room to change for their morning run. Ernie and Greg are still attached by their entwined fingers. The four of them stayed up way too late the night before, letting Ernie and Greg come down from their mixture of marijuana, magic mushrooms and insane amounts of alcohol. Neither would get into why they over indulged; and both would break into emotional bouts. Harry has never been so grateful to have Blaise Zabini around in his life. He was fine dealing with the joking and insensible ramblings, but it was Blaise who knew how to talk them down from their emotional tirades. Harry had to admit to himself that he knew absolutely nothing about Slytherin's before this year. When Dean said they were a deep well, he was not wrong.

"Potter."

"Malfoy." Harry looks around the empty hallway. It's still too early for most of his peers to be awake. He walks over to where Malfoy is coming out of his room, still in his pajamas, still sparkling with green glitter, he pulls him in close for a kiss.

"Your breath is foul." Draco breaks the kiss pushing Harry away. "It's snowing, started last night, there's no way we can run today. The snow has to be up to our knees, at least my knees anyway." He looks him up and down, "Probably your thighs."

"Sod off." Harry smirks, "You're not that much taller. I remember 'Mione complaining how short you were Saturday."

"She was intoxicated and misinformed about a number of things that night."

"Want to come back to mine?" Harry grabs Draco's shirt pulling him towards his door.

"Only if you brush your teeth." Pushing Harry inside and closing the door behind them. Kissing him gently.

"Morning." Dean smirks from Harry's bed, "Seamus is still sleeping, keep your romantic trysts down. Why are you two sparkling in Slytherin colors? Green and silver, is this some kind of new kink?" Dean laughs.

"Why are you in my bed?" Harry lets Draco go ignoring the glitter question.

"He's having nightmares." Dean whispers, pointing over to Seamus, "I stayed with him until he fell asleep, but have you ever slept with that guy? He's a bed hog, blanket hog and uses whoever he's with as his own personal body pillow. I need my sleep, since you weren't here, I didn't think you'd care if I slept in your bed. Do you?"

"No, I don't care."

"What do we do now that we can't run?" Dean slides out of bed, "I'm kind of use to the morning exercise." He looks to Draco for his answers.

"I'm not sure. We expected to use the Room of Requirements in the winter but that option is gone." Draco sits on the couch, pointing his wand to the fire to bring it back to life while Harry levitates a few logs in.

Dean casts silencing charms around Seamus's bed as to not wake him with their talking.

"What is the muggle solution to snow?" Draco looks at the two half-bloods. "I suppose we could melt a path but it would surely turn to ice."

"Like a gym?" Harry asks.

"I've been to the gym, Potter, I'm not daft."

"When did you go to a muggle gym?" Dean sits in front of the fire trying to get warm, "Ok, is it me or is it too cold down here in the dungeons. How did you Slytherin's survive all these years in this bitter cold. It's only December, it's only going to get colder."

"Warm night clothes and heating charms." Draco pulls on a blanket that Seamus or Harry laid out on the couch.

"And slippers, preferably shaped like bear paws." Harry curls up under the blanket with Draco.