Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•Malfoy Hates Mondays•

art credit (puking pastilles)

Harry was having a suprisingly great day.

He woke up before his alarm and threw on his clothes before deciding he had time for breakfast and he sat down for a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice before getting a slice of toast too because he was up early and he bloody well deserved it. He headed to work early with a grin on his face and a little more pep than usual in his step. When he entered his office he noticed Draco wasn't in yet, which meant he had time to go and talk to Hermione before he came in prepared to work. Romilda Vane brought him a mug of coffee and a huge smile. He smiled at her but politely declined. Happily he walked into his office hoping Malfoy had finally came in.

Draco was having a particularly horrid day.

He hadn't slept well the night before because he was up again with nightmares. When he finally did get to sleep it was barely an hour before his alarm was screeching for him to get up for work. He was out of coffee and had to settle with some tea that he was sure didn't have enough caffeine to keep him awake all day. He spilled said tea on his favorite white shirt and no amount of cleaning charms could possibly get the stain out. He ripped his trousers and ran out of hair gel. His comb needed to be replaced and his work robe was at Harry's house. When he arrived at work hours desk chair was teetering on it's spot so he had a feeling the magical creature department wasn't doing their job properly (again). He went to the break room only to find that the coffee machine was broken and it took him almost 20 minutes to finally get one measly cup.

So yeah, he was having a pretty bad day.

Harry pushed the door with a huge grin and spoke in a sing-song voice before he had taken the time to evaluate the state of his auror partner.

"Goo~d Morning~!"

When he finally got a good look at Draco he froze. They stared at each other until the air was awkwardly thick.

Of course Potter would be the one to find him like this. He hadn't even had time to throw up a glamour spell before the oaf threw the door open. He decided to not say anything and kept his mouth planted firmly around the lip of his cup.

"Merlin, Malfoy, you look like crap," said the ravenette without much preamble. That was the feather that broke the metaphorical camel's back. It was as if something in the blonde snapped.

"I look like crap?! Potter your hair is such an atrocity it should be classified as an unspeakable curse. Do you even own a comb? Your hair looks like two fatally ill puffskeins vigorously mating before they pass on. Who's fault do you think this is that I look like this anyway? Why don't you do me a favor & shut the fuck up and go die somewhere!"

Harry took a deep breath before slowly stepping backwards towards the door.

"On second thought, forget I said anything, Malfoy."

The door slammed behind him as he turned and sprinted from the office. He was gonna take his break early. Who's to say he was even at work that day.

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based on that picture by puking pastilles on tumblr

the fic is for my best friend,
myself & anyone else who had a
SHITTY MONDAY

hope it gets better

fuck. mondays. suck.

*deep sigh*

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