It started in the shower (DRARRY FANFIC)

Chapter 8

I walk out of the floom tube smirking like a son of a bitch. Ron immediately hits me with questions "Harry, you were gone for more than a day."

I smile "Ron, it was wonderful." I sit on the couch and squeeze my legs to my chest, smile and blushing, resting my head to the side.

Hermione taps down the stairs and smiles "Hey, Harry's back!" she stops beside Ron "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know." Ron frowns "He just walked in, said it was wonderful, and now he's acting like he at a box of spiked chocolates."

I chuckle, remembering the time he ate my spiked chocolate from Romilda Vane. I look at them and smile "Hermione, last night and today were amazing."

Hermione sits on the couch beside me and sighs "Well go on, tell us." Ron sits in front of me.

"Draco's boyfriend didn't like the fact that he chopped off his hair, so they left after ice cream, which came after the movie, which came after the bakery, which came after dinner..." I shake my head "Anyway, I'm pretty sure he got laid." I smile "As far as me, I went back to her place and we just layed around together."

"It's 4pm." Ron says, I simply nod and he frowns "So you just layed around all day?" I nod and smile. "All day?"

I shrug "Yeah, we just screwed around the place. Made breakfast, and went to Draco's for lunch, then we lounged around Draco's place."

Ginny walks out of the kitchen "Look at the happy couple. Bloody annoying, already." she walks up the stairs.

I clear my throat "Anyway, I was going to hang out with Draco and George in a bit. Do you two want to come?"

"Is she going to be there?" Ron asks, almost exhausted. I nod and he perks up "Am I going to meet her?"

I smirk "Maybe."

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We walk into Draco's flat as he bangs on his drums to music, he sounds oddly good. He stops almost instantly and puts the sticks down. He clears his throat and blushes "I'm going to change." The smell of food hits instantly.

I shrug "Nah, you look fine." he wears black joggers that hang a little low and a grey muscle shirt.

I lean against the floom tubes white brick and take off my shoes. Draco smiles and looks at Ron and Hermione "Yeah, I kinda have a thing against shoes on in the flat."

"Oh." Hermione says, before taking off her shoes, followed by Ron. She sighs "So, what are we going to do?"

Draco flings off his shirt, walking into the bedroom and tossing it into a hamper "I'm already making some food." he walks into his closet and puts on a new shirt. Then he shuts the door and pops out in seconds, zipping skinny jeans. "It's almost done, I just have to mash the potatoes." He wears a black band shirt with a man smoking and breathing out colorful smoke. His skinny jeans and black and ripped. He tossels his messy white hair and walks into kitchen.

I follow him and smirk, whispering "Are you okay with telling Ron, today?" he nods and smiles weakly. I frown "What?"

He shrugs "What if he doesn't except it?" he strains the potatoes into the strainer, and then into another bowl.

I frown "Then he can get bent." he scuffs and turns to the fridge, grabbing a cheese block and butter. He plops butter into the potatoes and tosses it back into the fridge, violently. "Hey!" I frown and he turns to me. I whisper "It'll be fine, Draco."

He nods and starts grating the cheese against a grater "I know it'll be fine." he clears his throat "Will you do this while I get the chicken out of the oven?"