The last Chapter.
I know I took a very long time with this but I think this is the end and I was really stuck on what to write next. I'm really sorry but please don't be mad at me and not review because of it.
There is ::Gasp:: actual talking in this chapter.
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How we managed to get to Harry's dorm room I'll never know but I'm very glad the older years were allowed separate rooms. He's asleep now and all I'm left with are my thoughts. This all happened so quickly. Only last week we were fighting in the hallways.
I think too much, it's seven in the morning for God's sake.
He's sleeping now, and I have major hangover. I don't even remember drinking. All I know is that I will never drink again in my life.
Draco raised his hands to his forehead and massaged his temples.
"You okay?" Draco turned his head to see Harry looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Headache," he said hoarsely. When did my voice get so weak?
Harry turned on his side and started rummaging through his drawer.
"What are you looking for?"
"Hangover cure," he paused, "I need one as well. I don't know what we drank last night but I have a sneaking suspicion that it was made by Hagrid." He grinned, "And you never mess with Alcohol made by Hagrid."
Harry handed him a small purple pill which he would have normally been suspicious of. But in light of the fact that it felt like his head was going to explode he really didn't care if it was poison.
Harry settled down on his side of the bed and closed his eyes. What does this mean? Is that it? Do we hate each other again now?
He would have kept questioning but it was at that moment that the bedroom door flew open-
Grabbing the covers Draco quickly hid under the blanket beside Harry. A thick Irish voice disrupted the otherwise tranquil atmosphere in the room.
"Harry, d'you want to join us for," The Irish boy stopped mid-sentence and I could swear he was grinning.
Harry's POV:
Great, just what I need, the boy who cannot keep his mouth shut about anything. Seamus was grinning, standing at the foot of the bed and that look in his eye told him, this was not going to be good.
"Harry, what's that in your bed?" he asked in mock innocence.
Feigning confusion, "I really don't know what you mean Seamus." Under the blanket Draco snorted loudly.
Evidently Seamus was not going to give up, "Alright, let me rephrase that, WHO is in your bed?"
"Do you really think I'm going to tell you?"
"No but I'll get it out of you somehow," he pause a moment, looking around the room. Clothes were sprawled on the floor in a mess. He looked back up Harry after reaching for the floor to pick something up.
"I didn't know you were into boys, Harry," he said holding up a pair of black silk boxers, clearly pleased with himself.
Harry snorted, "Oh you're one to talk."
"Now who could it be?" Seamus looked to floor again for anymore tell-tale signs but since there were no labels on the clothes he gave up on that method for a different one - Tugging at the blankets.
Before he could get very far, a muffled voice was heard through the blanket, "Fuck off, Finnigan!"
Seamus' eyes went wide with shock.
"Seamus that means, leave. And you'd better keep you mouth shut."
Moving back slightly he quickly recovered from his shock. "I can't guarantee that I won't 'accidentally' let it slip," he replied grinning mischievously.
"Then I might 'accidentally' let slip to Ron about the time I caught you and Ginny behind the-"
"Fine," he muttered, before adding, "That doesn't mean I'm not going to tease you on my own." He flashed a smile before leaving.
As soon as the door closed, Draco's head emerged from under the blanket.
"Well that went well," he drawled, but his amusement was clearly showing on his face.
Harry didn't respond, just rested his head back against the pillow.
"Harry," he said after a while, "what does this mean?" He didn't elaborate but what he meant was clear.
Harry didn't open his eyes but sighed. "What do you want it to mean?"
"I don't know," he whispered. He wished Harry would open his eyes, at least then he would have a vague idea of what he was thinking.
"Then I suppose we'll have to see, won't we?" Harry's eyes were now open. "You don't want to end it here do you?"
Harry didn't know it but he was holding his breath I anticipation.
"No, I don't," he replied truthfully. Harry smiled, leaning over to kiss him, both falling back against the bed. Harry's arms were around his waist, holding him close.
They didn't know how much time had passed but the door once again flew open, Harry cursed himself for not locking it. Draco sighed and pulled the blanket back over his head.
The Creevey brothers made they're way into the room, cameras in hand. They stopped a few feet from the bed with puzzled looks on their faces.
"Harry, who's under the blanket?"
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~The end~
I think that's the end because I really don't know how to continue. I hope you liked it.
I know I took a very long time with this but I think this is the end and I was really stuck on what to write next. I'm really sorry but please don't be mad at me and not review because of it.
There is ::Gasp:: actual talking in this chapter.
~ ~ ~ ~
How we managed to get to Harry's dorm room I'll never know but I'm very glad the older years were allowed separate rooms. He's asleep now and all I'm left with are my thoughts. This all happened so quickly. Only last week we were fighting in the hallways.
I think too much, it's seven in the morning for God's sake.
He's sleeping now, and I have major hangover. I don't even remember drinking. All I know is that I will never drink again in my life.
Draco raised his hands to his forehead and massaged his temples.
"You okay?" Draco turned his head to see Harry looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Headache," he said hoarsely. When did my voice get so weak?
Harry turned on his side and started rummaging through his drawer.
"What are you looking for?"
"Hangover cure," he paused, "I need one as well. I don't know what we drank last night but I have a sneaking suspicion that it was made by Hagrid." He grinned, "And you never mess with Alcohol made by Hagrid."
Harry handed him a small purple pill which he would have normally been suspicious of. But in light of the fact that it felt like his head was going to explode he really didn't care if it was poison.
Harry settled down on his side of the bed and closed his eyes. What does this mean? Is that it? Do we hate each other again now?
He would have kept questioning but it was at that moment that the bedroom door flew open-
Grabbing the covers Draco quickly hid under the blanket beside Harry. A thick Irish voice disrupted the otherwise tranquil atmosphere in the room.
"Harry, d'you want to join us for," The Irish boy stopped mid-sentence and I could swear he was grinning.
Harry's POV:
Great, just what I need, the boy who cannot keep his mouth shut about anything. Seamus was grinning, standing at the foot of the bed and that look in his eye told him, this was not going to be good.
"Harry, what's that in your bed?" he asked in mock innocence.
Feigning confusion, "I really don't know what you mean Seamus." Under the blanket Draco snorted loudly.
Evidently Seamus was not going to give up, "Alright, let me rephrase that, WHO is in your bed?"
"Do you really think I'm going to tell you?"
"No but I'll get it out of you somehow," he pause a moment, looking around the room. Clothes were sprawled on the floor in a mess. He looked back up Harry after reaching for the floor to pick something up.
"I didn't know you were into boys, Harry," he said holding up a pair of black silk boxers, clearly pleased with himself.
Harry snorted, "Oh you're one to talk."
"Now who could it be?" Seamus looked to floor again for anymore tell-tale signs but since there were no labels on the clothes he gave up on that method for a different one - Tugging at the blankets.
Before he could get very far, a muffled voice was heard through the blanket, "Fuck off, Finnigan!"
Seamus' eyes went wide with shock.
"Seamus that means, leave. And you'd better keep you mouth shut."
Moving back slightly he quickly recovered from his shock. "I can't guarantee that I won't 'accidentally' let it slip," he replied grinning mischievously.
"Then I might 'accidentally' let slip to Ron about the time I caught you and Ginny behind the-"
"Fine," he muttered, before adding, "That doesn't mean I'm not going to tease you on my own." He flashed a smile before leaving.
As soon as the door closed, Draco's head emerged from under the blanket.
"Well that went well," he drawled, but his amusement was clearly showing on his face.
Harry didn't respond, just rested his head back against the pillow.
"Harry," he said after a while, "what does this mean?" He didn't elaborate but what he meant was clear.
Harry didn't open his eyes but sighed. "What do you want it to mean?"
"I don't know," he whispered. He wished Harry would open his eyes, at least then he would have a vague idea of what he was thinking.
"Then I suppose we'll have to see, won't we?" Harry's eyes were now open. "You don't want to end it here do you?"
Harry didn't know it but he was holding his breath I anticipation.
"No, I don't," he replied truthfully. Harry smiled, leaning over to kiss him, both falling back against the bed. Harry's arms were around his waist, holding him close.
They didn't know how much time had passed but the door once again flew open, Harry cursed himself for not locking it. Draco sighed and pulled the blanket back over his head.
The Creevey brothers made they're way into the room, cameras in hand. They stopped a few feet from the bed with puzzled looks on their faces.
"Harry, who's under the blanket?"
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~The end~
I think that's the end because I really don't know how to continue. I hope you liked it.
