Hard To Start With You {Drarry}

II

"For who would grunt and sweat under a weary life, when you could just end it?" -Hamlet, William Shakespeare

Word Count: 703

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Draco Malfoy was harder to convince. He was surprisingly more depressed than the Boy Who Lived. Very surprising, to legitimately anyone.

His hair was soft and everywhere. His eyes were sunken and a dark purple. Barely slept. Barely ate. Barely got out. Pansy got so concerned for him. That was in June- around the same time that Harry and Ginny had that conversation. Not that it helped much, but Pansy, the concerned lesbian, basically dragged Draco to St. Mungo's for counselling. At first, Draco saw no point in this. Talking to someone wouldn't help him, he was so self assured. A few months into it, he started talking about his family life and problems. At first it was currently that his father and how he was in Azkaban and that his mother wasn't even trying to make him feel better. Then it got to "my parents were not parents when I was growing up. They were there for comical relief. Cared more about getting Vol- the Dark Lord back then their son" to "they forced me to do too much bad. I didn't even realize what they were doing wrong. If I had; I would've stopped them." Kelsie, Draco's therapist, had just listened and asked questions about his parents, friends, possible love interests, anything that she thought would help him not be so depressed.

When New Year's rolled around he was a bit better but a lot needed to be fixed. Pansy and Blaise were already planned and set to go drinking that night. But then it became 21:30 and they were already supposed to be there. And then it was 21:45.

"Draco please. You never leave the house except to go to counselling. I just want us to be able to go out and drink as friends again. Please, Draco. One night and then-"

"Oh my God, Nott. I get it! You can talk my ear off. I'll go. But don't expect me to be happy about it... especially you Pansy." Draco had cut Blaise off and was quite glad about the ordeal. Blaise could talk someone's ear off. Quite literally. He just went on and on and on with no pauses or stops. You'd expect that from Pansy but not Blaise.

Blaise and Theodore had gotten married, illegally at that. Right after the war ended. The two boys saw no reason in staying unhappy when they had been almost killed. At least they were content with where they were at in their lives. But now to get Draco back to his happy,flamboyantly gay, and pining-after-Potter self. Which very well could be impossible. Blaise had always been closer to Draco than his husband. So if Blaise could at least get Draco out of the house and to the pub there would still be time to spend at least a few kisses on New Year's Eve.

Draco stood up from sitting cross legged on his bed.He walked over to the closet and got dressed. There were an array of clothing choices- most of which were black. But if you looked hard enough there would be a whole bunch of muggle clothing. Did Draco even wear muggle clothing? Did he leave the manor occasionally without anyone knowing? That was impossible. You don't just act depressed to the degree that Draco Lucius Malfoy had reached. That would just be idiotic.

"So what should I wear?" Draco's voice called out to his friends.

"Whatever you're comfortable in...?" Pansy replied.

"Haha. Not helping Parkinson."

"Well I don't know why you would be asking me. I'm not your personal clothing choices person." she rolled her eyes. He was a very aggravating person when got out of his usual sad mood. The true two moods of Draco Malfoy.

After the many attempts in fifteen minutes; Draco was dressed in some jeans and a green jumper (a black turtleneck underneath). Actual muggle clothes. Muggle clothes. Like, clothes that muggles would wear. Who would've thought?

"Okay Malfoy. Can we please go now? I would actually like to get a few drinks in me and I'm sure Blaise has a husband to see." Pansy sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go Parkinson." Draco replied, rolling his eyes at his friend's concern to get him out of the house.