Draco • 028

[mudbloodhater]

Who • Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter
Where • Harry's cottage
Style • First!
Status • Closed~

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[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry frowned as the light taping of pebbles brought his attention over to the window. He'd seen the accidental post of the Malfoy's and Snape's arrival to Somarium, and like a smart hero he'd stayed home the past few days. He'd wanted to call Draco but he was sure the other was busy dealing with his parents. As of yet he had no idea that both their lives had gotten much harder with the knowledge that they were dating being spread to Draco's parents.

[ Harry wondered exactly what the two of them were going to do if they did find out, but he didn't realize that confrontation was more imminent than he would have expected.

[ He went over to the window and frowned when he saw Draco there. Seeing as how it wasn't Draco's own arm propelling the pebbles he gestured for Draco to meet him at the front as Harry hurried out of his room and too said door. He opened it quickly and looked out for his blond-haired boyfriend. ]

[mudbloodhater]

[it probably said something for Harry's observational skills that he hadn't overly noticed Draco's general state of affairs. That said, Draco really didn't mind it not being mentioned right off the bat. He knew only too well that he really didn't look that good - he had bags threatening his under-eyes, stubble, and his clothing was even slightly rumpled. He was at the front in a matter of moments,

[He tried to say something when Harry opened the door, opening his mouth and pausing; he promptly shut it again, blinking slowly at his boyfriend as he waited for him to say something.]

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry's mouth slackened. The words 'you look like hell' were on the tip of his tongue but he stopped them from leaving his lips. Insults never went over well and if Draco was this upset then he really couldn't be in a good state. He hadn't seen him quite this bad since 6th year. ]

Come inside.

[ He stepped aside so Draco could head in, trusting the blond to make a bee line for his bedroom to avoid anyone else who may have been home. ]

[mudbloodhater]

[he probably looked worse than sixth year, in all honesty. Sixth year had been stress over his poor life decisions, yes, but nothing quite as close to home as this. Life or death on a grand scale versus his father being immensely disappointed in him for something he actually could control-

[Draco said nothing as he breezed past Harry, casting him a grateful glance as he did, in fact, beeline up to Harry's bedroom. He didn't want to see anyone but him: not Hermione, not Ron; especially not the Marauders. He swallowed thickly as he sat himself upon the bed he found so familiar now, and stared at the floor in front of him, only half-aware of where Harry was at any given moment.]