Chapter 1: My One and Only
Draco cast his box towards his bed before collapsing onto his couch. Harry joined him, plopping down beside him, and Draco was irritated to see that Harry had gotten even more attractive and muscled over the break. "I'm almost excited to study again. No more working out with Ron with the Aurors timing us." Harry breathed out, and exposed his tanned neck. Draco gulped. Harry had been on another training program with the Aurors, this one even longer than last summer's. And this time he actually saw results. Which was a pity, because Draco liked having Harry all to himself instead of having even more girls salivate over the Chosen One.
Draco, instead of responding, ducked over him to kiss at his neck. Harry gasped and leaned more, probably making a crease in the poor sofa from his big arse. "I missed you." Draco told him, exasperated. Harry smirked and looked up at him. "I was only gone for three weeks." Draco pressed him down into the sofa, making him move so they could both lay comfortably. "Three weeks too damn long. Do you know how boring it is to have only your potion job for company?" Draco joked, letting his hands slide down Harry's body. Harry groaned and bit Draco's lip. "Enough. Ron will be here soon enough." Harry complained.
Sure enough, Ron knocked on the door and demanded they be clothed before answering. Draco rolled his eyes before sluggishly getting off of Harry, pinching Harry through his shirt before opening the door for Ron. Ron gave him a untrustworthy look and looked behind him for Harry, who was still laying on his couch after making a noise because of Draco's pinch. "I don't even want to know what was happening before I knocked." Draco grinned back at Harry. "Then don't ask." He smirked. Ron make a puke noise and Harry's brow furrowed before getting up. "Oh, we didn't even. Stop with the bollocks."
Ron gave him a innocent look and tapped his muggle watch. "Indian on me? Gotta get there before Happy Hour is over." Ron was already turning into a drunkard ever since he turned 21 back in March, but he exercised his rights in private-at least until Harry turned 21 too. "Alright. Just gotta get my wallet." Harry rubbed his eyes before casting a Lumos onto his desk. His wallet was stuffed into the edge, forgotten probably when Draco jumped onto the couch. Ron laughed at Harry's predicament as he struggled to pull his wallet out from between the desk and the wall. "You're such a prat. Here." Draco said, using a charm that made the wallet get slippery and fall.
Harry blinked. "Oh. Thanks. Didn't think of that." Draco grinned as Harry bent down with his arse to his face as he grabbed for the wallet. Ron stepped on his shoe, which was expensive, and caused Draco to wince and curse. "Don't even." Ron threatened. Draco sighed. He was never going to score if Ron was going to hound on every one of Draco's advances. "Got it." Harry smiled, not even noticing their fight, and bent back up. "Let's go!" Harry wrapped an arm around Draco and Draco smirked at Ron who turned his face away begrudgingly. Draco felt like sticking his tongue out at him. Ron was such a nuisance.
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Harry slid into a booth next to Draco and Neville as Ron slid into the other side with Hermione and Hannah. Draco took a drink out of Neville's beer to take the piss out of him, and Neville yelled an expletive at him before Draco let go of it and laughed. Harry couldn't help but smile at the exchange. At least Draco was comfortable with Neville now, even if it was in his own way. Harry trusted Draco to be nice to his friends, just like Draco trusted Harry to defend him when they didn't trust him. Harry slapped Draco on his shoulder. "Stop bullying poor Neville." Harry told Draco. Draco smirked at him before calling the waiter over.
"Oh, you're such a pest Ron. Stop glaring at them like that." Hermione gave Ron a Look and Ron gaped at her. "Draco's being very sexual, Hermione, and I don't appreciate him coming onto Harry like that!" Ron yelled, annoyed. "I appreciate you defending his honor, Ron, but he's your best friend, not your boyfriend. And they're dating." Hermione looked Ron in the eye. "I agree with that." Harry held his hand up as to address a teacher. Hannah giggled and Neville looked scandalized. Draco flicked off Ron, but conveniently hid it as soon as the waiter came and asked them for their order. Draco ordered the most expensive wine on the menu and they all came after him, albeit less expensive.
Harry's eyes widened at Draco's choice of drink as it finally came, as he had settled on a regular Butter Beer that had alcohol in it. Harry didn't like alcohol that much, unless he was depressed, which only had happened once, thankfully, when he was mourning Sirius. Draco had wrote to him while he was experiencing the morning after, and luckily for him, his very-good boyfriend sent him a Pick-Me-Up potion just for him at the program without anyone finding out. Harry had not gotten drunk to feel better since, not wanting to evoke the wrath of Hermione since Draco had told him he would tell her if he did it again.
"Don't judge. I like to try whatever I see." Draco smirked at him and drank a sip, the beautiful colored smoke wrapping around his nose like a bull. Draco, thankfully, didn't hold it over him. Harry nodded and took a drink of his own. "You're such a ponce, Draco." Neville mocked him, with a muggle beer in hand. All of the blokes had beers, and Draco was the only male wine-drinker. Hermione and Hannah, of course, came to the rescue of what they saw as a female attack and argued with him, and then at Ron when he made the mistake of joining in the fight. Draco, not affected by the proceedings at all, grinned and smacked Harry's arse behind their seats. Harry blushed.
"Oh, they're not even listening. Stop, you three." Hannah said, smiling at the two knowingly. Hermione scoffed and sat back in her seat, giving Harry a eyebrow raise. Ron slunk back and Neville held up his drink. "I'll drink to that." It was the 3rd argument they'd have at every time they went to eat, and Harry wondered if it was now tradition. Harry felt bad that there was no Slytherins for Draco, and he wondered if he should invite Draco's friends next time too. Pretty soon it might become a huge event. He wrapped Draco's hand in his before Draco squirm away for a snack. Draco grinned and whispered into his ear. "Oh, this will be a fun year."
