Drarry: The Boy Who Loved

Booze+Cuddles=Questions

More fluff    >.<   also something might finally happen between these two soon.... *wink wink*

They had fallen into a routine. Draco would make Harry's bed every morning, since Harry was always running around the house trying to get ready at the last minute, and kept forgetting. Every time Draco felt like he couldn't make it to dinner, either because he was studying or too overwhelmed to go, Harry either made or brought sandwiches home for him. Draco now automatically placed any boxes of candy on his desk so Harry could take one if he wanted. And if one heard the other having a nightmare in the other room, one would go into the other's room and pat their head until they calmed down. They called each other by their first names more often, and it wasn't a surprise anymore. Harry made sure Draco never cut. And every day, Draco could feel some of the numbness leaving his system.

...............

Draco could hear Harry through the wall. That's how bad it was. Sighing, he got out of bed and made his way next door to Potter's room, where he sat down by the bed, like he'd been doing every night for the past week. He glanced at Harry's clock. It was two am. But he didn't mind.

He rested his hand on Harry's forehead. "You're okay, Harry," he said quietly. "I'm here."

Harry shuddered, but stopped crying. "Malfoy," he mumbled. 

Draco decided to talk to him, even though he wasn't completely sure if Potter was awake or not. "Yes?"

"I can't do this."

"What can't you do?"

Harry muttered something incoherent. Draco picked up Ginny's name, but nothing else. "What'd you say?"

"Ginny doesn't understand," Harry murmured. "She doesn't want me to do anything..."

Draco sighed. "It was the same way with Pansy until I broke it off with her," he said softly. He wasn't sure why he was still talking; it was obvious that Harry wasn't taking in most of what Malfoy told him. 

So he was surprised when Harry opened his eyes a little. "You're not with Pansy anymore?"

"Never was," Draco said firmly. "She thought so, but all she did was follow me around."

Harry smiled a little. "I'm glad you left her, then."

Draco smiled down at Harry as he closed his eyes again. 

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Harry and Draco got home the next day after classes. "Woo hoo!" Harry shouted, dumping his books onto the floor. "Weekend!"

He looked over. "Hey Draco, you wanna go out with me and the gang?"

Malfoy shook his head. "Can't, Harry. I think I'll stay in and study tonight."

Harry mock-pouted. "Aw, you're no fun."

"You just never study," Draco pointed out.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'd rather have fun."

"You're the one who was interested in becoming an Auror in the first place," Draco reminded him.

Harry shook his head. "Yeah, but I have plenty of time," he said. "Hey, can you use your owl?"

Draco sighed and pointed down the hallway. "He's in my room."

Harry quickly grabbed the owl and wrote a note to send down to Ron and Hermione, asking if they wanted to do something that night. The affirmative response came back quickly, and he hurried off to get ready while Draco opened one of his books to start reading.

Harry soon walked out the front door, dressed in skinny jeans and a nicer shirt.

Draco watched him go out without a word, then picked up another sheet of paper and wrote on it. 

Hey Goyle it's Malfoy.

We haven't seen each other in a while, I was thinking we should catch up. Meet me at the Three Broomsticks?

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Draco was walking down the street well after twelve, enjoying his view of the stars. Barely anyone was out in his neighborhood now, so he listened to the silence, marveling at how quiet the world could be.

He reached the apartment and Apparated directly into the living room, since he didn't feel like climbing all those stairs. 

He decided to check on Potter before retiring to his room. He slowly opened the door so he wouldn't startle Harry. He frowned. Harry wasn't there. He guessed he was still out, then. Oh well. He walked down the hall to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. It wasn't until he turned around and almost screamed.

Harry was home; just not where he needed to be. Where he needed to be was in his own room. Where he was was in Draco's room. 

Draco took a deep breath and calmed his nerves, taking in the situation. Harry was sprawled out over the covers, fully dressed, snoring, and obviously drunk off his arse.

Draco considered waking him up, but he didn't want to startle him. So instead, he changed in the bathroom and gently pushed Harry to one side of the bed. He got under the covers carefully, making sure not to make too much noise. 

What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing? If this'd happened four months ago, I would've cursed him through the window! I can't believe I'm actually comfortable like this! What have I become?! 

He turned his head a little to look at Harry, who hadn't stirred. 

Shit, maybe I'm gay. 

Well yay some fluff! Hope anyone who's reading this enjoyed it 

see you soon xx