Fatherhood | drarry teen adoptive parents au

six | the afterparty

"I still don't understand how Slytherin won," Ron was moping in the Gryffindor common room. "I mean, Harry. You were inches from the Snitch for most of the game - how did it even happen?"

Harry shrugged. "Bad luck?" he suggested.

Draco was in the Slytherin common room at their party and Harry was moping a little too, although less because of the loss and more because he didn't like to be away from his boyfriend if he didn't absolutely have to be.

Ron, on the other hand, would be miserable for days about the result. He was a very sore loser, Harry had grown to expect that from him.

"We'll win next time," he offered, and Ron frowned.

"I bloody hope so," he said despondently. "I might just go to bed."

"Ok," Harry tried to mask his excitement; he knew this meant he could go and gatecrash the serpents' party.

Hermione had been in bed pretty much immediately after the match ended, looking somewhat peaky, so Harry was under no obligation to stick around in the Gryffindor Common Room any longer.

"Sleep well, mate. Try not to worry about it," he advised his friend.

"I'll try," Ron nodded.

"I might pop down to see Malfoy in a bit," Harry said with a forced casual tone to mask his excitement, and Ron nodded politely like he believed the nonchalance.

"Night then. Have fun."

"Yeah, night, mate. Will do."

No sooner had his best friend left the room before Harry made his way at a speed walk to the nearest boys' bathroom, to change into the outfit he'd chosen earlier and had in his kit bag. 

The dress code for the evening (Slytherin parties always had a dress code) was simply monochrome, and Harry had originally considered going for Gryffindor scarlet but decided it was a little inflammatory for a Slytherin party.

Instead, he had opted for fitted black trousers that actually belonged to Draco and therefore needed rolling twice at the bottom, a chunky belt and soft black sweater.

Hopefully silver won't count as breaking the monochrome rule, Harry thought, as he slid a little hoop into each pierced earlobe (Dean's handiwork from last term; he was becoming quite a talented piercer), and then eyed his appearance in the mirror with appreciation.

His dark hair was still slightly damp from his post-match shower, which had sadly been taken in the Gryffindor block because Ron had needed more emotional support than expected over the narrow loss, and Harry ran his hands carefully through it to push it back the way Draco liked it.

"Perfect."

Harry could hear the pounding bass of the music in the basement growing louder as he hurried towards the Slytherin domain, and his heart rate picked up to match.

Draco's down there there, he thought, I'm going to see him in less than a minute. Fucking hell.

He hadn't managed to speak to his boyfriend since the brief moment at the end of the match where all team mates shook hands, but he'd seemed excited then and had held onto Harry's hand a lot longer than necessary.

Harry wondered idly what he'd be wearing. Something gorgeous and expensive, no doubt.

He got to the Slytherin portrait guarding the common room within a few minutes, gave the questionable password of "Potter's gay", and was granted admission to the party, which was absolutely thriving. That was one thing about the Slytherins; they knew how to have a good time when they wanted to - and they had the money for it, too!