Hard To Start With You {Drarry}

IV

"The prettier the flower; the farther from the path" -Stephen Sondheim 

Word Count: 743

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The next morning it was Harry who woke up first. Just so we are clear, he was not plastered last night. Well... he was. Just not to the point of forgetting everything. There were blackout moments in his memory. He doesn't remember Draco walking up to him. He just appeared out of nowhere.

Draco had much more to drink the previous night. He barely remembered anything. In comparison to Harry, he had been exposed to much more alcohol at a much younger age. At family dinners he would have been given a glass of wine to drink.

About ten minutes after Draco turned over in his sleep. Harry, was still sitting up, trying to piece together what he remembered. It was fuzzy and misplaced. Not to mention he felt dizzy and misplaced. Like he almost didn't remember where he was. And it hurt. Draco understood that Harry need time to think things over. He had been there too... and still was

"Morning..." a low, quiet, growling voice called out beside him.

It had made him jump. "H-hey. Morning, Draco."

Did you start using first names with your enemy after you've shagged? What were the rules? Harry would never admit it. But he's only ever been with Ginny and what an... awkward time that was. Awkward, odd, etc. etc. etc. Too many words could be used in description.

The awkward silence from the two boys filled up the room. The two turned away from each other. Draco turned back to look at Harry.

"Are we? Did we? Last night?" Draco stuttered, he was so unable to find words.

"Happy bloody New Year, Malfoy." Harry rolled his eyes. He put his hand through his own dark hair.

Malfoy shut his eyes. A raging headache had started in his head. He heard a sigh beside him and groaned again.

"Malfoy. Do you want some coffee?" Harry asked quietly.

He was standing up and putting on boxer shorts and a shirt. Harry James Potter was not self-conscious. He just really liked shirts. At least that is what he would try to convince himself of. Harry James Potter was wearing his favourite blue shirt. Draco had made his way over, across the room to Harry.

"I seem to have misplaced my clothing." Draco sighed as painfully as he could.

"Do you want to borrow something of mine while we sort that out?" Harry asked. Genuinely. No sarcasm. What happened?

"There is no way I will fit into your clothing. I am too tall to fit." did... did Draco Lucius Malfoy just make a slight at height differences?

"Okay, Malfoy, you are the tiniest slight taller than me. I am sure you and you're pompous ass will fit into my clothes." Harry snorted a bit too loud for either of their minds at the moment.

Draco winced at the sudden rise in voice. After the pain had sort of simmered down, he walked closer to Harry. "Tell yourself that if it helps you sleep at night, Potter."

It was true. Harry was shorter than Draco. By the slightest half an inch. Like, the tiniest. Probably less than half an inch. He wasn't that tall. Draco was just that tiny smidge taller, matching his mother's height.

Harry rolled his eyes and got out a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt for Draco. "Here you go." he had given Draco the clothes.

"I will not be needing this." Draco said, referring to the shirt.

Once the two were changed, they went downstairs. It was a muggle flat in London. Harry decided to leave Grimmauld Place to the Black family tree. Meaning Teddy would get it when he became of age. Draco didn't want it. Therefore Teddy. It was simple. Small three bedrooms, a small kitchenette, bathroom, and a living room. Small and quaint. Much better than a whole manor to himself. Harry had grinded their coffees and made them. Sugar, cream, and all.

"Potter. What are we doing?"

"What?" Harry was confused. Not that that was surprising.

"We shagged, and I am not sure what to do; we could just go on pretending that nothing happened or... or we could actually face this like adults; or... we become a thing." Draco splured.

Harry sighed. "What do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure. I've known I've been attracted to males since fourth year." Draco replied. "If we want to try to be thing."

"Let's talk about this."