Uncomfortable Truths

Chapter Eighty-Two - Party Hard

Harry woke up pissed off and frustrated. Stupid Theo, that's all he can think as he rolls on his side. Stupid fucking Theo, staying in his room all the goddamn time. The man goes to meals and classes and then locks himself in his stupid room. He doesn't talk to anyone, he doesn't go to the library, he doesn't hangout in the common room. No, stupid Theo just stays in his stupid room all the time.

Not just stupid Theo, stupid Seamus too and stupid Ron. He might as well throw stupid Dean in the mix as well. Yep, they're all stupid and selfish. Yes, that's what they are, they're all selfish. Ron is always in his room, not as much as stupid Theo, but enough that it makes stupid Dean stay in Seamus's stupid room, also known as his room.

It's only been one day, how is he supposed to survive the rest of this year with all these stupid people making his life miserable with their stupid selfish antics? How is he going to get any private time with Draco if stupid Theo and stupid Seamus are always in their stupid rooms? They don't even have the Room of Requirement to sneak off too; and it's fucking January in Scotland, it's not like they can sneak outside for a shag under the quidditch bleachers. And it's not even about the shagging, well it's a bit about the shagging, but it's about just being together, alone.

He needs to talk to Draco, he needs to. They're a mess. After yesterday, stupid Draco, yes, he's stupid too; yes, stupid Draco is treating him like he's going to break. Treating him with kid gloves, treating Kyle with kid gloves; like either of them need, no, not need, like either of them deserve to be treated with kid gloves. They are the last two people who need that. No, they are the last two people who deserve that. Kyle was a right prick to Draco yesterday and he, well, he's always a shit, isn't he? He's always making Draco's life more difficult with his stupid head. Yes, he's stupid too. Maybe he's the most stupid out of the lot of them. Stupid Harry, with his stupid scar and his stupid memory thing and his stupid face and his stupid...

"Psst, Potter."

Harry rolls over to stare into those beautiful grey eyes, Draco's beautiful eyes. His husband's gorgeous. He's not stupid at all, he takes that back. How can someone so perfect be stupid? He can't, and that's the end of that.

"I missed you." Harry whispers back, "Come here." He pulls open his blankets for Draco to join him in bed.

"Finnigan?" Draco slips off his shoes before sliding fully clothed next to Harry.

With a wave of his hand, Harry shuts his curtains and casts a silencing spell, "He'll sleep through the end of the world." Harry kisses his neck, his hand trailing under his shirt to run up his side.

"Potter." Draco laughs, "We can't."

"Shhh." Harry kisses him, "We can, it's fine."

"How about we shouldn't." The sparkle in those grey eyes showing his mirth.

"But I've missed you." Harry pouts.

"Honestly, Potter." He kisses him but slides out of bed.

Harry makes a grab for him, he misses, falling to the floor in his attempt.

"Good, you're up." Draco smirks, "We're meeting Astoria and Glenn for breakfast."

"I hate Glenn, he's such a knob."

"I know." He holds a hand out to pull Harry from the floor. "We can go running first."

"Like that's better then my idea." He frowns as he grabs his clothes from his wardrobe, "We can shower afterwards?" Harry's grin is pleading.

"Maybe, Potter."

"Git."

"Prat."