You Promise? | Drarry |

Chapter 77

Harry woke up to a zap on his shoulder, jolting awake with a slight hiss and when he tried to move his arms bumped into someone on top of him. 

He opened his eyes and rubbed away the crust from them, getting met with a blurry blonde head of hair. 

He smiled softly until he felt another zap at his shoulder, wincing and he turned to his door, a blurry figure in the doorway. 

The only reason he didn't absolutely freak out is because it was the familiar blurry figure of-

"Hermione.." he murmured and summoned his glasses, putting them on and looking at his friend again.

He looked over at her who was hiding behind the door, a light pink scattered on her cheeks.

"Harry, please, tell me you're awake now." She asked, keeping her face covered and her eyes off of a particular nearly naked blonde.

She had her wand pointed at Harry for another zap but he quickly spoke, "I'm awake, I'm awake!" in a hushed tone.

"Could you get up? We need to discuss some things." She said and stroked her hair with one hand as she put away her wand, an action she's been doing for many years.

Harry's cheeks warmed up as he remembered exactly what his drunk boyfriend had done in the backseat of her car, cringing and trying to shrink beneath Draco's limp body. 

He could smell the faint scent of food, glancing at Hermione who had made breakfast, glad she at least would have some sort of distraction from having to explain to her the previous night's events. 

She shut the door and walked over to Harry's table, still playing with her hair that was worn down, rain pouring heavily outside. 

Harry looked down at Draco again, letting out a small breath through his nose that ruffled Draco's pearly hair. 

He lightly played with the strands for a moment, knowing Hermione was waiting for him but he didn't want to wake Draco up. 

He stared at him for a moment longer, wondering how he'd get him off without waking him since he knew how he got when he didn't get his beauty sleep.

He took one final look before trying to move, not exactly sure how to execute this plan. 

He carefully tried to lift him, strong enough to get somewhat free and swinging his legs off his bed. 

Harry was now half laying on his bed, his upper body trapped beneath Draco's somehow still sleeping form, giving another push and sliding off his bed. 

He nearly stumbled forward, catching himself and fixing his glasses, straightening out his clothes and glancing at Draco. 

Draco looked a bit funny, if Harry was being honest, with the way he was almost the size of his bed, his limbs hanging off one side of the bed due to Harry's maneuvering. 

He smiled softly and was going to move him back on his bed comfortably when Draco turned in his sleep himself, his back to Harry which gave him butterflies, his back muscles oddly attractive. 

He pushed those thoughts away and turned to his door, nervous about the inevitable conversation he had to have with Hermione. 

He trudged to his door like a scolded child, taking a deep breath before opening the door and walking out, the floor cold on his bare feet. 

He stared at the floor as he walked out, his stomach twisting with knots and he tried to distract himself by crouching down to pet Charles who had walked up to him.

But with a deep breath he looked up in the direction of Hermione, sipping from her coffee as she stared at him.

"Good morning, Harry." She said politely, Harry swallowing.