Warnings: Slash, substance "abuse"
Summary: A typical morning in the lives of our boys…
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Sometimes, we all have to do things we don't want to do. We make decisions that we'd rather we didn't have to…we fall in love without our consent…we wake up each morning and start our day when we would REALLY rather stay asleep.
Sometimes, we all do things we don't want to do…
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Draco Malfoy stretched, his low-slung sweatpants falling down his slender hips as he did. Blindly, he walked into the kitchen and switched on the light…before wincing in pain and flipping it back off. He glanced at the luminescent green numbers on the stove: 5:00 AM.
He groaned and reached for his wand.
"Damn…" he mumbled, searching his pockets. "I must've left i' in the…" His sleep-fogged mind couldn't be arsed to finish the sentence. Instead, it began a new, more appropriate one.
"Need coffee…" He glanced pathetically at the Muggle coffeemaker on the counter. "Nugh…" After a few fruitless attempts to move towards the annoyingly distant contraption, the blonde Slytherin stared at it in an attempt to make it do his bidding.
"Coffee?" He asked hopefully.
The coffeemaker remained stubbornly silent and Draco, staring balefully at the decidedly difficult Muggle machine, flopped into a chair. There was a sound of shuffling from the bedroom he had just exited and he glanced up to see Bill Weasley stumble through the kitchen doorway.
"Please tell me we have cigarettes," The redhead pleaded as he sat next to the blonde. Draco looked at him hopefully.
"Coffee?"
"No, cigarettes."
The blonde groaned and laid his head on the table. Bill watched him in detached amusement and patted his arm sympathetically before going to rummage in a drawer.
"It's alright, love. We'll find the cigarettes."
Draco seriously considered going to get his wand, but, try as he might, he couldn't seem to get his legs to move. Also, his brain didn't seem to like complete sentences anymore.
"Bill…my wand…in bed…now…" He managed.
The redhead arched an eyebrow and stopped looking for the nicotine for a moment. "I thought you hated waking Harry up…but, if you insist…" He swept down on the unsuspecting blonde and bodily carried him to their shared bedroom.
"Harry, love," Bill unceremoniously dropped his blonde lover onto the bed and proceeded to shake the unconscious Potter. "Harry, get up. You won't want to miss this."
"Wassat?" The brunette yawned, reaching for his glasses. "Draco? You look like you need coffee."
The blonde "harrumphed" and went about looking for his wand.
"Coooooffeeeeeeeee…."
Bill watched them with a vague amount of interest and then went to his dresser to continue his quest for the missing nicotine.
Harry leaned over Draco—who was hanging off the side of the bed in search of his wand—to find the tiny bottle of vodka he reserved for days he thought would be especially trying. Hmmm…now where was that pesky bottle of…oh, that's right, I drank that two days ago. Damn.
With a triumphant grin, Bill pulled a half-empty pack of Benson & Hedges Gold from his dresser. He wasted no time in taking a grateful drag.
"Draco, did you want one?"
The blonde, who was glaring balefully at his wand now, shook his head and thrust the wood at Harry.
"Coffee!"
Harry rolled his eyes at the pair and conjured Draco's favorite Brazilian coffee. Black, just the way the blonde preferred it.
Ten seconds later, an empty cup and perfectly functioning blonde were in its place.
"So, Bill," Draco leered at the redhead. "What were you saying about waking Harry up?"
The eldest Weasley boy smirked and leapt onto the bed. "I'm not sure I remember, but I'm sure we'll come up with something."
"Oh yeah," Harry thought as his lovers advanced on him. "I am definitely going to need alcohol today."
—fin—
