No More Games (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Three

   Draco slotted in easily with the three of them, and Harry began to relax again as they laughed and chatted their way through football and the latest series of whatever reality shows had the most entertaining celebs in. He insisted on getting the next round in, and then by the time they got to Seamus' turn he'd forgotten all about stupid McLaggen and his cruel over-the-phone crushing of their relationship.

That was, until Mac appeared out of nowhere at the edge of their table. Harry spluttered his beer down his chin, and hurriedly wiped it away as the conversation stilted. "Mac," he all but squeaked. "I, um, hi?"

"Hi Harry," he said, eyes flicking to Draco. "How you doing?"

"We were just having some drinks," said Seamus, staring daggers. "And getting to know Draco here."

"Yeah," agreed Dean, clinking his own bottle loudly with Draco's. "We're having a lovely time."

Harry had broken out into a sweat, but Draco just seemed as cool and easy as ever beside him. "Draco Malfoy," he said, offering out his hand like he had done with Seamus and Dean to a slightly bewildered McLaggen. "And you are?"

Mac's eyes widened. "I'm Harry's – I mean – I'm...I'm Mac."

Nice to meet you Mac," said Draco, then settled back into the booth and draped his arm easily around Harry's shoulder's.

There it was again, that touching that Mac always denied him, and suddenly Harry felt a burst of fresh energy rush through him. "How have you been?" he asked convivially, reaching his hand up to entwine his fingers with Draco's by his shoulder.

Mac frowned, as if he was regretting coming over. "I was going to see if you wanted to join us, but..." he trailed off, and Harry smiled at him.

"I don't think that's a very good idea, really," he said, cocking an eyebrow. "Do you? Sends a rather confusing signal about you breaking up with me."

"Over the phone," Seamus coughed into his fist.

Mac had the good grace to look embarrassed. "Right," he muttered over the music. "Okay, well, I guess I'll see you around?"

"Bye," said Harry with a firm smile, but he held his breath until his ex had fully disappeared from view.

Seamus burst out laughing, earning a clip on the ear from Dean. "You alright mate?" he asked Harry, concerned.

Harry started breathing again, and realised his hand was still linked with Draco's. He glanced up to see him looking fondly at him, and something light fluttered in his chest. "Yeah," he said, surprised at his honesty. "I think I'm okay."

"Good," said Draco, bumping his hip into Harry's fondly.

Dean announced the next round was on him, but Seamus nipped up too leaving Harry alone with Draco. "Thank you," he told him as quietly as he could over the music. "You've been really kind to me tonight."

But Draco licked his lips in a downright sinful manner, his eyes looking Harry up and down. "I think I've been far more selfish than kind," he said, and Harry's insides gave a little squeeze. "He's obviously an idiot to let go of a guy like you. I don't intend on being that stupid." He toyed with Harry's fingers, avoiding his gaze. "I mean, if you're interested."

Seamus and Dean took that moment to arrive back though, their trays filled with beers and some strong looking shots. "Come on boys!" Seamus cried out, passing them around. "I want to propose a toast!"

Harry reluctantly untangled himself from Draco, but not before he caught his eye and gave him a shy smile. He allowed himself to be presented with a Jägerbomb that the four of them each held aloft. "To new beginnings," Draco said, a hint of hope in his voice.

"To Harry," Dean added.

"To the look on that git's face!" Seamus crowed.

Harry beamed fondly at them all. "To friends," he said, then knocked back his glass in one go.