BEAUTIFUL DISASTERS ｢DRARRY｣

PART 15

It was Monday evening and Harry sat in his room, covers pulled over his body and an astronomy book open. It was about 8, and since it was much too soon for him to actually go to bed, he settled on reading instead.

His peace and quiet didn't last long, however; a knock sounded on his door, and he twisted his body around to face the door.

"Come in?" He said, confused. Draco normally left him to his own devices after 8, so it was rather unusual for someone to be knocking at this time.

The door opened, and sure enough, it was Draco. Today was an okay-ish day for Draco, Harry thought. He noticed that he wasn't exactly sulking—his shoulders were back and his posture was proper, so it couldn't be too bad like it was some days—but on the other hand, he seemed rather tired. In fact, Harry was surprised that he was still awake.

A month ago, perhaps Harry would've thought that Draco was feeling normal, but they were too far into their friendship for that. Draco stood at his door, and Harry couldn't help but notice how his hair was slightly ruffled, which wasn't normal for him. There were bags under his eyes, but he already knew about those.

"You feel like going out today?" Draco muttered, the words coming out in one breath. Harry raised an eyebrow at him, his astronomy book abandoned as he completely sat up, interested.

"It's 8, Draco. Normally you're sleeping by now," he couldn't help but say. He was trying to hint at the fact that today he was off, trying to maybe get him to tell him about his past, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Even though he knew nothing, though, he was still willing to help Draco any way possible. Normally that includes bringing him bacon (his favourite) when he's unintentionally starving himself, but apparently today it was different, because here he was, asking him for something other than food.

He watched as Draco shifted lightly. "I can't sleep," he said, and that was that. No further explanation was provided, and if it was anyone other than Draco, Harry would've felt annoyed. "Can you come with me? For a quick Firewhisky?"

Harry scoffed and raised his eyebrows even further, but he was even more intrigued. "You want to go to the Three Broomsticks? Right now? With your student?" He felt like he needed to question this decision, but he realized that if Draco was being serious, he wouldn't be able to say no.

"I'm not here for my student," Draco said, "I'm here for Harry." And despite himself, Harry felt heat rising to his cheeks. There were so many bad things about agreeing to this idea, but if Harry wasn't a goner before, he surely was now. When Draco said that, the first actually really sweet thing he'd ever said to Harry, he was basically confirming his answer.

Without a word, Harry swung his feet over the side of his bed and got up. "Let's go, then," he said, heat licking at his cheeks.

It was an okay-ish day, which was probably a bad day in the eyes of someone who wasn't Harry or Draco, but Draco still smiled. And of course, Harry couldn't help but realize that it really was quite adorable.

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Harry decided he really wasn't a big fan of drinking firewhisky. It burned his throat and made his heart race, but the latter might have been because of Draco, who was... well, he didn't know how to describe what Draco was at the moment, but he certainly was nothing if not entertaining.

He didn't like firewhisky, and so his glass sat abandoned in front of him. He felt completely normal, but the same couldn't go for Draco.

"I... I love Neville," he said, slouched over the table. "Like, not love-love, but like, I love him." His words were only barely slurred, but Harry had no doubt in his mind that he had too much to drink. He couldn't exactly bring himself to drag him back to Hogwarts, however, so he just settled on staying with him and making sure he didn't have any more to drink.