~Drarry one shots~

~Men amirite?~

A/N: UM WE HAVE OVER 100K READS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?! Thank you all so much for reading and being patient between my updates. I started writing again in a time where I really needed it and I've grown to love it. I wish I had more time so I can update for you all more often, but thanks for sticking around. Love ya and enjoy...

"Why are we doing this?" Draco asked nervously as he stared up at the bustling muggle pub. "What even is a friary?"
"We're doing this because it's important you spend time with my family and I dont have a single clue," Harry replied as he scanned the crowd of people happy to be done with work for the weekend. He couldn't see any familiar faces, he guessed they weren't here yet. "Let's just grab a table."

"I still dont see why we couldn't have gone to a gay club rather than this old joint," Sirius grumbled as he shook the rain from his hair. Remus shook his umbrella and rolled his eyes,
"We're too old for a gay club my dear."
"I think if you ditched the jumper and borrowed some of my clothes, we could fit in."
"Come on, they're in the corner." Remus sighed, dragging the babbling Sirius across the pub. (A/n: oh boy this is already hard to write)

"Harry!" Remus smiled as he hugged the young man. Both Sirius and Draco hung back, awkward smiles plastered on their faces.
"So um, Draco! Long time no see, " Sirius attempted, holding out his hand. Draco shook it, cringing at how clammy his hand was from anxiety.
"Who would've thought we'd be here hey?" Draco said through a forced laugh.
"uhh yeah! We'll get the first round in." Sirius replied, pulling Remus away from his conversation. "the usual Harry?"
"Yeah fine by me," Harry replied, feeling Draco's surprised stare at him.
"And for Draco? Hello, by the way, I got caught up in Harry for a second there." Remus asked. Draco looked at Harry in sheer horror. He didn't know the first thing about muggle drinks, so didn't have a clue with what to reply with.
"Knowing the Malfoys, I think I know what he would enjoy," Sirius cunningly replied, his eyes twinkling.

After ordering, the older men turned their attention to the younger boys at their table (that sound incredibly wrong...).
"Bless him, he's a ball of anxiety," Remus said, watching Draco stampede (don't think that's the right word but Idc) Harry with words.
"Well, he was sorta a death eater," Sirius whispered, earning him a whack from Remus.
"Don't mention that, he's got enough on his plate right now. Being in a muggle environment, meeting his boyfriends family! No wonder he's acting like he is," Remus sympathized.
"Well this'll sort him out," he said, balancing the bottle of whisky and two glasses in his hands.
"Couldn't you have gone for something a little more... delicate to start him off with?" Remus said carefully.
"Oh shove your pink gin, the Malfoy's and Blacks are whisky men."
"I'll remind you of that in an hour when you're crying to me about how much it burns," Remus muttered, following his husband to the table.

*okay so this isn't a time skip but it's like a reverse time skip. So this is from Harry and Draco's perspective when wolfstar go to the bar. Okay, let's go!*

"Oh, Merlin this is going awful!" Draco cried as he slumped back onto his chair.
"No, it's not. It's just that nothing has happened yet. Once you get to know them and vice versa, it'll be fine." Harry replied supportively, rubbing his arm.
"So explained to me why Professor Lupin didn't say hello to me and avoided me until it was necessary and Sirius is going to poison me with whatever muggle drink he's ordering. Did you see that look in his eye? Murderous Potter, utter insanity." Draco dramatically rambled.
"The only thing correct about that, is that Sirius is insane, but like the good insane ya know?" Harry chuckled. "Now stop worrying! First of all, Remus isn't a professor anymore so there is no need to call him that."
"Sorry slip of the tongue." Draco murmured.
"And he wasn't avoiding you! I haven't seen him in ages and he was desperate to ensure I was okay. Plus Sirius won't murder you. He's been to Azkaban once and doesn't want to return." Harry explained. Draco dropped his head onto Harry's shoulder, instantly wary of the wondering eyes inhabiting the tables nearby.
"You also didn't tell me that you all go to muggle pubs together." He grumbled, making Harry giggle at how childish he seemed right now.
"First Friday of every month. But then one of us cancelled and then they did next time and it just stopped." Harry explained, but Draco was no longer paying attention. His eyes were watching the two men return to the table as he straightened (PAH) himself up and brushed down his trousers; an anxiety move.
"Right, get this down your neck." Sirius barked (omg I didn't even mean- I love myself sometimes) as he poured Draco out a glass of the brown liquid.
"Maybe dont down it, as it is only eight and you shouldn't get drunk yet," Harry cautioned. Draco flicked His wrist as if to say that he knew what he was doing as he took the glass and downed it all at once with Sirius in pursuit. Sirius' face shrivelled up and he made a disgusted noise before bursting into laughter.
"What?" Draco asked, "Did that have something in it?" This only made Sirius laugh harder.
"You're telling me that that didn't burn?" Harry asked slowly, shocked and feeling like he didn't know his boyfriend. Well, it wasn't as if they drank whisky together ever.
"I mean, it sorta tickled (Sirius roared up in another fit of laughter at this), like diluted fire whisky, but it didn't burn so to say," Draco replied innocently, his eyes flickering between everyone who was looking at him with amazement. "Did you all forget that Slytherins drink fire whiskey like it was water?" He smirked.
"They sure didn't do that in our day." Remus beamed.
"I'm impressed, tell me more about this lifestyle which I wish to steal," Sirius asked, leaning back into his chair. Draco blushed,
"Well um, i- uh don't know. We were just ya know," he stuttered, cursing himself for how dumb he probably sounded.
"A pain in the arse." Harry laughed, setting Sirius off again.
"Oh god, not again! This mans gonna die laughing." Remus sighed, trying to calm his husband down.
"What was Hogwarts like back in your day?" Draco asked, trying his hardest to create easy flowing conversation.
"I mean it didn't have a murderous egg trying to kill the students, but it had its Dramas." Sirius laughed.
"We were friends with James and Lily, Harry's parents and it was just like your year, but all of their parents," Remus explained.
"So you must've been there at the same time as my mother?" Draco asked, his voice dropping in volume by each word. He hoped no one would pick up on the fact he hadn't mentioned his father, someone, he wished to forget. He felt Harry's hand rest on his lower back; a sign of comfort and support.
"Yes and your father-"
"Oh, how your father used to prance about! No offence Draco but jeez he was a prick and a half." Sirius reminisced before downing another whisky. Draco smiled, before grabbing his drink and downing it.
"I'm going to have to agree with that one."