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Third wheel

Tw; Drinking

Harry stormed into a muggle pub and sat down at one of the stools, with an sigh. "Three shots of vodka." He ordered to the bartender, looking down at his hands.

"Rough day?" Harry looked up at the sound of the unmistakable voice of Draco Malfoy.

"No way." He said, looking at Draco, behind the counter, with disbelief.

"Potter?" Draco asked, with the same flabbergasted tone.

"I can't believe you work at a muggle bar." He said through fits of laughter.

"Oh shut it." Draco muttered, sliding the three shots towards Harry. He nodded a thanks towards the blonde and downed one.

Draco cleared his throat and leaned against the the counter. "So, what has the great Harry Potter sulking in a shitty muggle pub on a Friday night drinking hard liquor?"

"Normally, Malfoy, I would've told you to sod off, but since you're a bartender in a shitty muggle pub, you're probably at a lower point in life than I am, so I'll let you know."

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, just tell me."

"I'm the third wheel." Harry muttered, grabbing other drink.

"You're the what?"

"The third wheel. Ron and Hermoine are together now, and I'm pretty sure that I'm slowly getting pushed out of the group?"

Draco gasped dramatically. "Not the golden trio."

"Shut up." Harry said.

"So what happened to that Wesalette?" Draco asked.

"Ginny?" Harry laughed. "She was over ages ago. I've dated a few other guys since her, but they where all douchebags ." He said.

"You're gay?" Draco asked.

"No, bi." Harry corrected.

"Ah." He nodded.

"So what's your excuse?"

"Excuse?" He asked.

"For being single."

"Bold of you to assume I'm single, potter." Draco snapped.

"Hate to break it to you, Malfoy. But you're working in a shitty muggle pub on a friday night."

Draco shrugged. "Guess I just haven't found the right guy yet."

"You're gay?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Yep." Draco nodded and poured another shot for himself. "Cheers?"

"To what?" He asked.

"To being two lonely gays in a shitty muggle pub on a friday night."

"You sure know how to make our lifes sound sad."

"Here here." Draco raised his glass and they clincked their drink. "So what are your plans for this beautiful friday night?" Draco asked.

"To get drunk and think of the good ol' days."

"Soild plan." Draco nodded.

"Keep em' comin'" Harry instructed.

"Are you already tipsy?" He asked, pouring another, and passing it to Harry.

"I don't drink very often." He said under his breath.

"Clearly."

It only took a few more rounds before Harry was drunk. Harry hicupped and signaled to Draco for another.