Drarry: The Boy Who Loved

Hangovers and Nicknames

Woohoo yay fluff. Hope you enjoy this chapter! xx (PS sorry for the time gap)

Harry woke up with his face pressed against the wall. He had almost no recollection of the night before. He remembered going to the Hog's Head with Ron, Hermione, and a few other friends they met up with after dinner. Afterwards was a blur.

He sat up and almost shrieked. He was in Malfoy's bed. He guessed he'd accidentally stumbled in here instead of his own room. And the weirdest part was, Malfoy didn't even crash on the couch. He was sleeping peacefully next to Harry, curled under the covers.

Once Harry got over the initial shock, he began to appreciate where he was. Draco had finally found a curtain for his window, so the room was in semi-darkness. The room had a peaceful atmosphere, and Harry lay back down. He turned to look at Draco, and his heart skipped a beat as he stared at the sleeping boy next to him.

Harry felt a jolt as he remembered Ginny and quickly looked away. He was NOT catching feelings, not for his mortal enemy. He was straight, straight as a toothpick. But something stirred inside his chest when he looked back at Malfoy. 

He frowned and faced the wall again. He couldn't get out of bed without climbing over Malfoy without climbing over him, and he had no intention of doing that. So he lay there, stiff as a board, waiting for Malfoy to wake up.

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Draco's eyes were glued shut with fatigue. He wanted to get up and do things with his Saturday, but he was so tired that he didn't move. 

Suddenly he remembered that Harry was next to him and quickly sat up, blushing angrily. "Hi," Harry said awkwardly. 

Draco frowned at him. "Why were you in my bed, you freak?"

"You could've slept on the couch," Harry protested, but he didn't move, massaging his head.

Draco smirked. "Hangover?"

"Ugh, yes," Harry groaned. "You should've come, Draco. You would've kept me in check."

"You mean Ron and Hermione didn't?"

"Nah, they were just as wasted as I was," Harry muttered. 

Draco shook his head. "You need to keep yourself in check. I'm not your mother."

"You can be my dad, then." Harry paused. "That sounded weird. Sorry."

Draco realized what he meant and, once again, flushed red from his neck up to his ears.

Harry grinned. "What's wrong, Malfoy? Embarrassed?"

"No," he murmured, swinging his legs out of bed. "I'm going to shower, so don't go in the bathroom."

"Yeah, okay," Harry said carelessly, staring up at the ceiling. "Bring me some water while you're at it, will you?"

"Yeah, whatever."

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Harry paid Ron and Hermione a visit, but it was cut short. Harry went back upstairs an hour later, laden down with grocery bags. He knocked on the door, unable to open it. Malfoy opened it after a few seconds, immediately taking some of the bags from Harry.