What Happens After Dark - Drarry

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New word count: 4.2k
Date (re)published: November 18th, 2020
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— Thursday - The Burrow 12:27pm —

Summer was almost half way over, and Harry was spending it catching up on all the sleep he'd missed out on. He was at the burrow again this year, and he was loving every second of his free time. That is, until he remembered that there was still a month until he could see Draco again.

Draco hadn't owled him at all so far, but yes, they were still together. Over the last few weeks of school, they'd spent a fuck-ton of time together, flying the magic carpet over the castle, going to mysterious places in the Forbidden Forest, and just enjoying each other's company. And on the final night that they'd had together they hadn't said a word, just allowed their presence to be enough.

Draco didn't believe in goodbyes anymore, so he had simply said until then, when Harry had approached him at the train station. It felt more special this way, knowing that there was a then. There was a future, because then was a time and it had a deadline.

Harry had bought Draco a birthday present, but he was also stupid, and had forgotten to send it. He was planning on giving it to Draco on the first day of school.

Along with the laziness of summer came an event to look forward to: Harry's birthday. It was nearing quickly, on the coming Sunday. Harry didn't plan of doing anything in particular, especially considering he was a guest in the Weasley home.

He was sure there would probably be a cake or something sweet to accompany dinner, and they'd probably tell Harry to have a happy birthday, but there wasn't really anything else for him to expect. The Weasleys weren't notorious for throwing parties, and he didn't think they'd start now.

Even still, Harry could only hope for something more than the usual. He wanted a birthday card, a visit from Hermione, or something that he could use to make this day stand out in the future. He didn't want to graduate and have no recollection of his sixteenth birthday, because knowing the battle he was going to have ahead, he knew that this could be one of his last birthdays.

He was laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Ron was still snoring slightly off to the side, but Harry didn't dare wake him. The night before Ron had gotten in a huge argument with Hermione via fire-call, and Harry had spent half the night listening to Ron rant about Hermione expecting too much and other shite like that.

Harry could only wonder what had been running through Ron's head at the time. Probably nothing good. Hermione had promised to come in for Harry's birthday, but when her family had surprised her with a trip to Rome, she hadn't been able to turn them down. She knew it could possibly be their last family trip together before she graduated, because she'd made plans to tour colleges all over the continent the next year.

Ron —being the git he was —had decided that he couldn't stand being away from Hermione any longer. He had insisted that he go see Hermione, or the other way around and she'd screamed her head off about how he was stupid to not comprehend that fact that she was in Rome with her parents that didn't know they were dating.

The rest was foggy, as Harry had tried to block it out. Ron had been yelling into the fireplace while the rest of the Weasleys and Harry had tried to avoid eye contact. To steer clear of getting dragged into the conversation, Ron's family had decided to retire to bed, and Harry was left alone with Ron and the fire-Hermione.