You Again

Coffee

     Harry groaned as he sat up before running his hands through his hair and feeling his pulse in his forehead and temples. Hangover.

     The last thing he remembered was kissing Draco and Hermione catching them. After that was pretty much just a big blur. He remembered getting a little drunk, but that was pretty much all of the memory Harry had left of the night before.

     He took the time to look around to find out that he was in his own bedroom alone. Thank the fucking gods. Harry didn't have the effort to think about what he would have done had he woken up anywhere other than at his or Hermione's.

     Harry was distracted from his thoughts when he heard three knocks at his bedroom door.

     "Yeah?" He asked.

     "Breakfast is done if you want to come down and eat with us." He heard Dawn's soft voice say.

     "Oh, yeah. I'll be down in a minute," Harry replied.

     Harry then rubbed his eyes followed by a deep breath as if that would take his head throbbing away. It didn't. He then stood up and stretched his arms up which felt rather refreshing. Harry put on a pair of black ripped jeans and a t-shirt before going downstairs.

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     "He was probably just at Hermione's or something, Dawn." Harry heard from the kitchen, "Calm down."

     "I don't care. I was worried about him and I want him to tell us when he'll be home." Dawn replied.

     "Just give him a break. He's a teen. Cut him a little slack, he's not used to this area and he doesn't have many friends." Oliver tried.

     Harry cleared his throat to show his presence before walking around the corner and into the kitchen.

     "Good morning, Harry." Oliver greeted with a warm smile.

     "G'morning," Harry mumbled with a slightly awkward but still nice smile.

     Dawn greeted Harry ,after finishing a bite of fried bread, with a smile and a good morning.

     "So, did you sleep well, Harry?" Dawn asked, subtly before getting a "please don't" look from Oliver.

     "Um, yeah? I guess?" Harry said, questionably while not making eye contact with either of the two.

     The awkward silence that followed was quickly, thankfully broken by the sound of a phone ringing. Harry's phone. It was Draco. Harry looked up from his phone at Dawn as if to ask permission to answer the call. She smiled and told him to answer it. Her voice was now back to the soft sound it normally was.

     "Um, yeah?" Harry asked putting the phone to his ear.

     "Where are you?" He heard Draco's voice which sounded a bit different than usual, but Harry couldn't quite tell what was different. He had never been really good at reading people.

     "Home? Why?" Harry paused while getting up from the table and going into the hallway, "Are you alright?"

     "Oh, yeah. I'm fine, it's just you got pretty drunk last night." Draco continued, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

     "Oh, thanks. I-" Harry hesitated, "How bad was I?"

     "I mean, you weren't really bad, you just started shaking and you weren't very stable. Hermione made Pansy and I leave you guys alone." Draco explained, "I was just calling to check on you, I guess."