12 Grimmauld Place: Draco

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Drowsily, Draco fluttered open his eyes, and found himself on a rather large couch in Grimmauld Place, where he and Harry had fallen asleep the night before. His arm still lay across the arm of the couch, the crook of his elbow exposed towards the ceiling; where Harry's head used to be resting. Now, instead, lay a note scrawled in what Draco immediately recognized to be Harry's sloppy penmanship. Giving a groan and moving into an upward position, Draco picked it up and scanned through the words.

Gone to work, you looked incredibly peaceful laying there, so I thought I'd leave you. See you soon. ~Harry

Draco smiled softly to himself, setting the note aside and rising to his feet. Without Harry there with him, the old Black place made him a little sad. Harry had done a good job cleaning the place up, but it still looked dreary. The wallpaper seemed to droop over him like a blinding cloak, and it made him shiver inside. What it needed was a good paint job, and what he needed was some time outside. He grabbed a few things, and gently sealed the door on his way out.

Draco didn't have a particular destination in mind. He wandered around town a bit, listening to the passing busses and muggles. Snippets of conversation weren't of much interest to Draco, and he was growing bored. He was about to turn back toward home, when a gust of wind blew a rouge newspaper into his face. Draco spluttered and shoved it from his eyes, and was about to let it fall when the headline caught his eye.

Potter Gone Bad?

Curious, he read on. What had his idiot of a boyfriend done this time?

The Boy Who Lived spotted with Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater and cohort with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, in local park.

Anger boiled up in his stomach as his eyes dropped down to the picture of him and Potter walking in the park. Somehow, a stranger had managed to turn this memory sour.

Somehow, the outside world was more dreary than Grimmauld place.

He dropped the Prophet into a nearby puddle. Draco needed a hobby.

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I've been gone so long! I've got loads of ideas, and hopefully will be able to write more often. Hope you enjoyed, and have a lovely day. Thanks for reading!

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