'Get up, Draco, we have work in 15 minutes. Shit. Draco. GET THE HELL UP DR-'
'Calm the hell down, jesus. I'm not going to work.' Draco explained.
Harry was rushing around the apartment, trying to clean up. Draco hadn't realised what a mess they made. He didn't really pay attention to anything but Harry last night.
'What do you mean? Draco, you can't just not turn up to work. Why aren't you going?' Harry asked.
Harry was panicking. He hated being late for work. Or anything, actually.
'Because I would rather stay here and spend time with you, okay? Also, I have a raging headache. Now go back to sleep.' Draco said.
It was true. His head was pounding. How much did they drink last night? Harry must feel terrible, he drank much more than Draco. Which was a first.
'Sounds great, Draco, but you're forgetting that we can't just not turn up to work. You know the Ministry won't accept that.' Harry argued.
'Babe, It's okay. I'll apologise to them tomorrow or something. I'll work it out.'
'Did you just call me 'babe'?'
'Yes, it felt right. Don't question me.'
'Fine, I'm calling you 'sugarplum', happy? Great.' Harry said with a giggle.
'If you ever fucking call me that I think I will actually hex you to death.' Draco threatened.
'No, you wouldn't. You love me. Remember?' Harry said.
God, he was going to have a field day with this. Draco wished he never said it now. Actually. That was a lie. Draco wished he said it more often, he felt so good saying it yesterday.
'Come on. We're going out.' Draco insisted.
'What? No, Draco, I'm going to work. So are you! Get ready.' Harry argued.
Did he have to be so stubborn?
'We both know you're going to lose this argument. Come on, we're going out.' Draco said.
'Fuck you, Draco.'
'Great. Get changed into something more...formal.' Draco said.
Harry sighed and walked out of the room.
Draco changed into a pair of black jeans and a white shirt. It was actually Harry's shirt, but it reminded Draco of Harry. So he kept it. Not that he needed to be reminded of him, he saw him everyday. They lived in the same house. But it smelt of Harry, so it was his now.
Jesus, Harry was gorgeous. He was matching Draco with a pair of black jeans and a dark green shirt. His hair was messy, but he looked effortlessly smart.
'How do I look?' Harry asked.
'Uh...like a bit of a prick. Me?' Draco answered.
'Horrible,' Harry pulled closer to Draco, his hands trailing down his back, 'will you tell me where you're taking me?'
'You'll see. I have to warn you though, it'll be full of muggles.' Draco placed his hands in Harry's.
'Oh god, where the hell are we-'
'Shut up, you'll see'
