What Happens After Dark - Drarry

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New word count: 2.3k
Date (re)published: November 27th, 2020
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Three days.

That was how long it took for something to go wrong.

Three days after their first rendezvous in the sheets, Hell started to break loose.

It was slow at first, their problems. The first two days had been absolute bliss. They were together, happy, and alive.

Draco had taken to fucking Harry every chance he got, and Harry had no complaints. The fact that they had been able to even acknowledge each other for three days in a row had been enough for him.

But then things just had to get shitty.

It was the third day of their fourth or fifth "honeymoon phase". Harry had been talking to Hermione outside of the Gryffindor dormitories while they waited for Ron to finish whatever bullshit he was pulling in the shower instead of getting ready. Neville, however, had been the first to exit since Harry had left the Common Room, and he looked like shit.

"Woah, Nev. You okay?" Harry'd asked, trying to figure out what he could do to solve his friend's problems.

"Blaise dumped me," Neville whispered. "Said there was too much going on in his personal life. I thought I was part of his personal life, but I guess not."

Hermione reached over to hug Neville, and Harry gave his condolences verbally. "He didn't deserve you, Nev. You'll be fine. He's a prat-"

"No! He's not a prat. He said he dumped me because it was "for my own good". He did it in my best interest, but I don't exactly know why it helps anything, yet."

Harry thought about it for a moment. He tapped Hermione lightly on the shoulder. "Hey," he said softly. "I'm gonna go find Zabini and see what's going on."

"Harry I swear if you do anything-" Hermione said, waving an accusatory finger at him.

"I won't. I promise." Harry gave her a small smile and Neville a small hug before whisking off down the corridor to find Zabini.

His first spot to check was the Slytherin Dormitories, mostly because Zabini apparently liked to sleep in. He came to the statue entrance and waited for a Slytherin to walk by. Pansy Parkinson was the first to do it.

"Hey, Potter. Hermione send you?" She asked tucking a piece of her dark hair behind her ear.

"No. Listen, is Zabini there by chance?" Harry asked, looking around the corridor for a hopeful glimpse of the wizard.

"Blaise? He already went down to breakfast. Something about Longbottom and needing to get in and get out before you or Weasley found him," Pansy brushed her hands down the front of her skirt in attempt to smooth it out.

"He's lucky I haven't found him yet," Harry said, shaking his head. "Thanks Parkinson. I promise I won't hurt him," he added when Parkinson opened her mouth to speak.

Harry turned to go, but Parkinson put a hand on his shoulder. "I just tried a new ironing spell," she said, gesturing towards her wrinkle-less outfit. "Does it look okay?"