It Started With Letters - Drarry

Mr Loverman

The front door swung open as both boys crouched over, wrenching because of the extensive amounts of alcohol and the rapid movement.

"HARRY, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, DRACO IS THAT YOU," Narcissa came running down the front steps, her wand drawn.

A series of people came rushing down behind her and Harry took a wobbly step back, glancing up at the house. His eyes wandered towards the attic window and then froze. A black silhouetted figure was standing, staring down at them. Harry's mouth dropped open, icy chills running down his spine but by now there were adults grasping his arms and dragging him into the house.

'It must be the alcohol, it must be the alcohol.'

"Who did this to them," he heard McGonagall gasp.

"Minnie, they're drunk," Remus sighed, "They stink of it."

He felt the weight leave his legs as he was placed on the couch and he closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. The world was still spinning, his heart pounding in his throat.

"Hey, are those my clothes," Sirius yelled angrily, storming towards Harry and ripping the leather jacket from his shoulders.

"Look Moony, he got dirt on it," he wined.

"Sirius we have two drunk sons and the whole of order here, i'll fix it later alright," Remus muttered, taking the jacket and throwing it over the back of the couch.

Sirius folded his arms in acquiescence but held a pout on his lips.

"It's your fault for having good style," Draco slurred, waving his finger in the general direction of Sirius, "This was actually all Harry's fault," he added.

"Right," Alastor huffed, "If i'm called to this house one more time about a bunch of runaway boys i'm going to lose it," and with his sweet parting words he threw down his floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.

A couple other of the order members followed, with slightly more respectful goodbyes, leaving only Sienna, Sirius, Remus, Mark and Narcissa, to stare disapprovingly at the boys.

Harry let out a drunken burp, "Look at us all, with our soulmates, " He let his arm drop over a complying Draco.

"Wait," Draco slurred, "Where's your wife, the blonde one," he frowned at Sienna.

"My fiancée actually and she said she was going out to look for you," Sienna corrected.

"All by herself, probably dead," Harry chuckled, closing his eyes and snuggling into Draco's side.

It was at that moment, the door slammed open, and Anne stormed in, her hair was decorated with leaves and twigs and there were long scrapes up her legs, above her mud coated shoes.

"Merlin, where did you go looking."  Sienna tried to hold back a laugh as she reached out to help the blonde woman.

"What does it look like," Anne snapped, walking straight past Sienna and stomping up to her room.

Sienna swallowed and bit her lip, stepping back as Sirius slipped an arm round her waist and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and smiled although her eyes were slowly filling with tears.

"Come on, these boys should get to bed, we'll deal with concequences in the morning" Mark announced, stepping forward and picking Draco up bridal style, much to the annoyance of Harry.

"Um is there any chance I could have Harry's room tonight, I don't really want to go up-," Sienna asked gingerly.

"Of course," Sirius interrupted, "I'm sure these two won't mind sharing a bed anyway."