all the wrong choices // drarry

sugary

Draco woke next morning in a bed and room that was not his own. He looked around and saw Gryffindor decor all over the room, and could only just make out a head of untidy black hair on the figure sleeping in the bed against the opposite wall. He sat up and felt a horrible pang in his head. He gasped from the pain and clutched his forehead. Harry stirred and Draco swore under his breath; he had not meant to wake Harry up.

"Good morning, sunshine," said Harry sarcastically, grinning at him, his head still on the pillow. "How are you feeling?"

Draco scowled at him. "Have you poisoned me, Potter?"

Harry laughed. "No, I haven't poisoned you. If anything, you poisoned yourself ... all that Firewhisky."

Draco groaned and threw his legs over the side of Ron's bed, looking across the room at Harry, who was lying sideways with his head resting on he pillow. Considering he had only just woken up, Draco thought he looked extremely good-looking. Then again, he always did.

"What time is it?" Draco asked, feeling the colour rushing in his cheeks at the mere sight of Harry in the morning.

Harry craned his neck slightly to look at the time on the clock that sat on his bedside table. "Er- it's a quarter to eleven."

Draco leapt to his feet, immediately regretting his decision and clutching his forehead as his head spun. He staggered towards the door, turning once to get one last look at Harry, so tired and bleary-eyed, before he left.

Harry found Ron and Hermione finishing their breakfast as he came in. He sat down opposite them and immediately began piling food onto his plates. He shovelled food down his throat, resembling a starving dog. Hermione actually looked away from Ron, mid-conversation, and gave him a disgusted, anxious look.

"Slow down, Harry, you'll choke!"

Harry laughed. "'M alright," he said thickly through a mouthful of toast and eggs. She grimaced at him. Ron suddenly looked behind Harry, his face lighting up.

"Hagrid!" he grinned. Harry turned and looked straight up to see Hagrid's enormous figure looming over him.

"Alrigh', you three?" Hagrid beamed at them. They all nodded and he went on, "D'yeh fancy comin' down ter me cabin after lunch? 'S been a while since yeh las' came ter see me! O' course, if yeh've got plans fer Hogsmeade don' worry about it."

Hermione and Ron agreed at once, but Harry pulled a guilty look. "Sorry," he said. "I already have plans."

"What plans?" Ron asked him, but Hermione elbowed him in the ribs, and he yelped in pain.

Hagrid looked crestfallen. "Oh... Oh, alrigh' then, jus' Ron an' Hermione, then."

Harry's heart twinged guiltily. "I'm really sorry, Hagrid. What if I come and see you tomorrow!"

Hagrid nodded idly. "Yeh, okay. Tha'd be nice. Ron an' Hermione, yeh can still come today if yeh're not too busy!"

They both nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, for sure!" Ron beamed at him, and Hagrid walked away, his spirits a little lower than he when he had confidently strode up to them. Harry turned back to his breakfast, finding that his appetite seemed to have vanished.

"What was that about?" Ron demanded, rounding on Harry.

"What?" Harry asked. "I have plans!"

"What plans?" Hermione implored politely.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Harry snapped, nearly poking the inside of his cheek with his fork. Hermione and Ron exchanged nervous glances and frowned at Harry.