Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventy - The Yule Ball

The week of exams ended with nine panic attacks, five trips to the infirmary, 23 sour stomachs that led to vomiting, one fainting spell, and 36 calming droughts being consumed. This doesn't count the amount of whiskey and muggle weed that infested the 8th year dormitory every evening. This doesn't take into account the tears spilt nor the angry tirades. The students managed to create such an atmosphere that even a certain Hufflepuff second year stopped coming to talk to the founders during the week of exams. The stress was dealt with in many ways, beyond the aforementioned inebriation, for example, the amount of biscuits brought into the common room by two students that tended to bake their troubles away led to many a student complaining about unknown weight gain.

Harry was leaving his shower in nothing but a towel. Someone had pranked him, he wasn't sure who, but it was in the corridor heading down towards the dungeons. If he had to guess, it was his loving son and those three menaces they call seekers. The only thing keeping that kid alive was that it wasn't aimed at him; it was for whoever had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The itching was horrible. He left a trail of clothes from his bedroom door to his bathroom, not caring that Dean and Seamus watched his panicked strip show from the comfort of his couch; Seamus's couch too but whatever.

"What happened?" Dean watches Harry heading towards his wardrobe.

"Bloody prank, stinging nettles, they got me walking down to the dungeons."

"What's that?" Seamus points at Harry's ribs. He's been spending every night with Malfoy, only coming back to change and shower. He hasn't been shirtless around anyone since Vegas. Seamus walks over, lifting Harry's arm, looking at the wyrm tattoo.

"Ah..."

"Harry!" Seamus touches the tattoo making the dragon squirm in a loop before reverting to its usual position. "This is so cool. Where did you get this?"

"Is that draco?" Dean asks, they had their astronomy exam last night and the constellations were part of the test. Harry's wyrm looks like it's positioned like that constellation.

"Ah..." Harry looks at his ribs; Malfoy is somewhat obsessed with his tattoo, constantly touching it.

There's a knock on the door before it's opened, "Potter." Draco sticks his head in, narrowing his eyes, "What the fuck, Potter? Finnegan?"

"Hi Draco." Dean says from the couch drawing the Slytherin's attention.

"Thomas, are we still on tonight?" He moves to Harry's side, stepping between him and Seamus, glaring down at the short Irishman.

"Three Broomsticks, 7:00, yep." Dean smiles.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Malfoy." Seamus laughs, "I haven't seen his tattoo before. I was just looking, it's very cool."

"Touching isn't looking." Draco grabs Harry's arm, showing Seamus his wrist with his name on it, "Have you seen this one yet?"

Seamus eyes widen, not at the Draco written prettily on Harry's wrist but the wedding band that's visible for the first time.

"Bloody hell, Harry, did you honestly marry the git?"

Draco looks at the hand, noticing what he's just done. "Balls."

Dean joins them at Harry's wardrobe grabbing his hand, looking at the ring, before grabbing Draco's. His band is still under the disillusionment spell, but Dean rubs his thumb across the finger where he knows it is. The spell breaks showing them Draco's ring.

"You didn't invite us?" Dean drops his hand taking a step back, pulling Seamus with him.

"Do you have a lightning bolt tattoo or something?" Seamus looks at Draco.