Harry woke to a knee in his side. None of them went to bed until after midnight, they ate all the food Wispy brought them, all the ice cream, and half of the remaining desserts. That was before making popcorn and watching the movie. He grossly underestimated how much six teenage boys would eat.
Draco's 1973 classic, the Exorcist, was one of the worst decisions they've made as parents. Not that the bar was really high on that front, but it explains the knee in his side.
Harry turns over to see Kyle cuddled between him and Draco; sometime last night he crawled into bed with them. Berating Draco on destroying any chance of him ever having pleasant dreams again, but it was also Draco that he cuddled up to. That earned Harry a satisfied smirk from the git.
Harry rolls out of the orgy bed; he should be grateful that only Kyle joined them. Kenneth seemed just as frightened watching the movie, but then again, Kenneth doesn't know them like Kyle does. He should also be grateful that Kyle's here and not in Ian's bed.
Harry closes the door behind him, it's still early. He wants them to sleep since they have to meet Lucius today. Coffee, that's what he needs, coffee and maybe he'll make breakfast.
"Sup." Ian is sitting at the island in the kitchen. He has a mug of tea in his hands and the newspaper spread out before him.
"You're up early." Harry looks for the coffee maker. Draco has to have a coffee maker. He has to, he needs him to have a coffee maker. "Wispy."
She appears without the customary crack, interesting, he didn't know they could do that. "Master Harry calls Wispy?" She's in what appears to be footie pajamas, the kind toddlers wear, with dragons flying around on them.
"Are those curtains, Wispy?" Harry nods at her pink pajamas.
"No, Master Harry, this being an old dish towel Master Draco no longer wanted." She looks down smiling, "Is Master Harry calling Wispy to talk about sleepwear?"
"Sorry, it's early, my brain isn't awake yet." Harry rubs a hand through his hair, "Where does Draco keep the coffee maker?"
"Master Draco does not keep a coffee maker. Master Draco is making tea while he is here."
"I looked too, Coach." Ian sighs at his mug.
"Does Master Harry want Wispy to get a coffee, Sir?"
"No, Wispy, you can go back to bed. Sorry to wake you." Harry turns on the kettle.
"It is no problem, Master Harry." She yawns, "Wispy is here to serve."
"Go to bed, Wispy." Harry smiles as she disappears. "I'm buying a coffee maker." Harry sits next to Ian waiting for the water to boil. "I think this counts as spousal abuse."
"Neglect for sure." Ian agrees.
"Why are you up so early?"
"That bloody movie, Coach, it gave me nightmares. That and sleeping in a new place, it takes me a couple days before I can sleep anywhere new. I think the combination of those two things made it impossible. I'll probably nap later. I... ah... I'm sorry about yesterday."
"Don't worry about it." Harry gets up to make his tea, "We're not dwelling on it, remember; and let's be honest, me and Malfoy aren't the best at this stuff."
"I don't know, I think you guys are doing ok." Ian flips to the next page, "It can't be easy taking all this shit on." Ian laughs, "Look, I made the paper. My mum's going to freak when she sees this."
Harry sits back down, looking at the article.
Purebloods abscond with known Muggleborn by Rita Skeeter
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FanfictionHogwarts 8th year. This story is a slice of life, showing them grow out of the roles they were placed in while battling the ghosts of their past. Dealing, often poorly, with what life throws at them. Learning to be teenagers instead of soldiers. Ver...
