Once a Death Eater...

Chapter 11 - A Visit to Hogsmeade

The two boys skipped the other classes they had for the rest of that day in favour of cuddling in bed. The rest of the week was spent with Draco safely tucked under Harry's arm, wherever they went Harry always kept an arm on Draco.

Walking to and from classes, in the Great Hall for meals, Harry and Draco were becoming inseparable. Harry wanted to protect Draco and Draco was more than happy to be in the arms of the green eyed boy.

In this fashion, they made their way through the week. If someone even looked at Draco in the wrong way, Harry would be all over them, threatening to curse anyone who dared to touch Draco.

Draco was secretly loving all the attention and care Harry was giving him, even though he would never directly tell him that out right.

Friday soon rolled around and Draco was excited, a full weekend spent with Harry, cuddling in their room, not having to worry about the world outside their dorm.

Currently, they were sat in Charms class, listening to the 'fascinating' history of the bubble head charm.

Harry slowly watched the sun move across the sky from the window he was sat next to, until finally he heard Professor Flitwick say how they're dismissed for the day. Finally the weekend!

Harry quickly scooped up his bag and Draco and made for the door. As they were walking, Ron came bounding up to them, a big smile on plastered on his face.

"Hey Harry, you heard about tonight?" Ron asked enthusiastically.

"Tonight? No, what's tonight?" Harry inquired, seemingly confused.

"We're all going down to Hogsmeade, to the Three Broomsticks, if you're interested?"

"Sure, sounds great count me in." Harry beamed back at Ron.

"You're welcome to Draco... I guess... never thought I'd be inviting you out with us but here we are." Ron joked, sounding a bit unsure about it. The gesture of it was nice however.

"Erm, okay, thank you." Draco muttered shyly, sinking into Harry's side.

"Alright, see you both there, we'll meet in Hogsmeade about six."

"No problem, see you then!" Harry said as Ron dashed down the corridor, no doubt trying to invite anyone who passed him.

Draco looked a bit glum, he was looking forward to a sleepy weekend, just him and Harry together in their warm room.

"What's up love?" Harry whispered in Draco's ear.

"Nothing, just wanted a quiet weekend with you really." Draco muttered back.

"I'll tell you what, if you don't have a great time in Hogsmeade, I'll bring you back early." Harry smiled into the side of Draco's head.

"Okay deal." Draco beamed at the contact. The two boys rushing to their dorms to begin getting ready for their visit to Hogsmeade.

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"Come on Draco, it's already ten past six, we're late, they'll be waiting." Harry said giving Draco a little push forward and a laugh.

The two boys were power walking up the snowy path leading to Hogsmeade village, slipping at every moment, trying to hurry before their friends get sick of waiting.

"I had to choose a nice outfit, you want me to look good, don't you?" Draco gave Harry a pointed look but their was humour in his voice.

"You always look good to me babe." Harry said seriously, catching Draco off guard. The two boys stopped, looking each other in the eyes and they would've kissed if it wasn't for Pansy and Blaise's shouting.

"There you two are!" And, "late as always!"

The two boys pulled their gazes away and ran to meet their friends, all the eighth years were there. A full house. It intimidated Draco slightly having so many people there, but it was quickly remedied with Harry wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling Draco closer into his side.

"Let's get in, I'm bloody freezing out here!" Ron shouted as the group moved to the doors of the Three Broomsticks, piling into the bar and finding seats all around the room. They were the only ones in, so they moved chairs around so they were all sitting together.

Harry obviously saved a chair next to him for Draco.

Draco smiled widely at Harry as he sat, moving his chair as close to Harry as humanly possible. Basically, Draco was straddling Harry.

Hermione called for the drinks to be poured and in no time, they all had a butterbeer, laughing and joking.

The pint was ridiculously large. Draco was a thin, little guy who couldn't possible hold his beer, Harry thought. He gave a concerned look between the tall glass of alcohol and his dainty, little love.

"Watch what you drink darling, don't want you passing out on me." Harry whispered in Draco's ear, to which the grey eyed boy responded with a shiver. Harry made him shiver with his voice.

"I will, I'll only have a couple." Draco beamed back at Harry.

They rejoined the conversation, many laughs and jokes being flung around the table and both Harry and Draco thought of how happy they were at this moment.

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As the night crawled on, the group got louder and no doubt drunker. Harry and Ron were shooting Firewhiskey, Draco was five butterbears in and a few shots of Firewhiskey courtesy of Pansy.

Harry was glowing, easily holding his alcohol, more confident then he's ever been. Draco however, was giggling like a school girl.

"How much have you had?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear, catching Draco by surprise. Harry's voice was low and dominant.

Draco hiccuped before quietly slurring, "only had two."

Harry put his fingers under Draco's chin, softly raising his head and leaning into his ear.

"Don't lie to me, princess." Harry had a huge smirk on his face, he knew the effect he had on Draco. He loved it.

At the pet name Draco's breath hitched, palms went sweaty, pupils dilated. He couldn't form a response, just looked Harry in the eyes, silently begging for something. He didn't know what though.

"Bad boy." Harry smirked, the alcohol in his breath evident. Draco wanted to dive on Harry, here and now.

"Who wants another drink?" Dean shouted, Harry turned to yell a, "hell yeah!".

And Harry went back to laughing with the group, as if that little moment didn't just happen. Draco tried to regain his breath, Harry was so close, so dominate.

How was he going to make it through the rest of the night?

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