Yana5 – calm down
Lady.of.the.stars1 – lol you calm down aswell – manwhore- hehe
26. The Morning After the Night Before
There was an entire tribe of dwarves with pick axes picking at the inside of Draco's head.
Along with that it seemed as if some very small children had snuck inside his stomach and were currently using it as a trampoline.
As he tried to swallow, his tongue felt like a huge hunk of sandpaper stuck to the roof of his mouth.
Groaning loudly, he opened his eyes, glad to discover that he was in his own bed and they curtains were drawn very firmly shut.
He was slightly less pleased when he realised he was naked, and any last feeling of contentment he felt fell away from him when he saw someone getting dressed at the end of his bed.
"Oh, I see you finally decided to wake up," drawled Pansy as she buttoned up her shirt.
Draco frowned, willing the contents of his stomach down. "Did we sleep together?"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "No. We got back here and we were going to but then you hurled and then you passed out."
"Thank God," Draco muttered.
"What?"
Draco's stomach flip flopped violently. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
"That's not what you said."
Ignoring Pansy, Draco jumped out of bed and into his ensuite bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time. He heaved until his stomach hurt with the effort.
"That's disgusting," whined Pansy.
"Fuck off then," retorted Draco with all the anger he could muster from his position with his head in the bowl.
"Have a good day," trilled Pansy, before clicking out the room in her ridiculously high heels.
Draco collapsed on to the floor, breathing heavily and feeling awful. He suddenly remembered what had happened last night. Or more specifically, what had almost happened.
He almost slept with Pansy. The only reason he hadn't was because he had gotten so rat-assed that he passed out.
'Oh God, I almost cheated on Harry.'
He had cheated on Harry. Kissing was still cheating, right?
"Oh god," he moaned out loud.
There was a knock on the door.
"Master Malfoy, I've got some breakfast here for you your mother ordered to be sent up," came Marie's voice from the other side of the door.
Wiping his mouth, Draco pushed himself up and pulled on some boxer shorts he found on his dresser.
"Come in."
Marie pushed the door opened and placed the overflowing tray on the end of Draco's bed. There was a plate of toast with a selection of jams, a pot of coffee and some juice, a few pastries and even a packet of pop tarts.
Draco smiled, his mood brightening slightly. "Thanks. This looks great."
He'd always had a soft spot for the kindly, Irish housekeeper, and she for him.
Sitting cross legged on the bed, Draco gestured for Marie to sit down with him.
"I think I've probably missed you most of all since I've been away," he admitted, nibbling on the edge of a slice of toast.
Marie smiled her soft smile. Everything about her was soft. "Ah, you're a sweet lad. Shame you get yourself into such trouble."
"I know, what can I say? I was led astray."
"Enough of that, it's all in the past. Tell me, have you met any nice people in New York?"
"Oh yea. I made quite a few friends. There's Blaise, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Pavarti, Padma, Hermione, Ron...and Harry."
It was true, Draco had become friends with a good number of Harry's. It seemed as though people could not help but like the raven haired boy.
"Marie, if I told you something, would you swear not to tell anyone else and not to judge me for it?"
"Of course."
Draco rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm kinda seeing someone in America."
"Oh, that's good. What's she like?"
"Well, that's the thing. It's not a she. It's a he."
Marie frowned slightly and then smiled. "Okay, what's he like?"
Draco grinned at Marie'e apparent exceptance. "He's great. His names Harry and he's in my class at school. He's got really messy black hair and these amazing green eyes and he's tall and really hot."
Marie chuckled.
"And he's kind, and funny and smart and caring and...oh god I've fucked everything up," he suddenly burst out, dropping his head into his hands.
"Hey, what's the matter?" asked Marie, moving around to wrap and arm around Draco's waist.
"I really like Harry and I'm pretty sure he likes me and we were doing so good even after everything that happened and now I've got and ruined it all."
"Honey, what happened?"
"Last night, me and the normal people got..."
"Drunk?"
"Yea. And I remember kissing Pansy which is bad enough but I was going to sleep with her and the only reason I didn't was because I passed out."
"So you didn't sleep with her?"
"No, but that's not the point. I was going to. And I kissed her. Harry's back at home all worried about me and how I'm handling this and I'm over here jumping into bed with the first stupid fucking slut that creeps her hand into my fucking pants."
Marie ignored Draco's cussing, even though she hated it a great deal. "Maybe when you get home you should talk to Harry-"
"No! Why would I talk to him? He'll hate me."
"Because, honey, I know you and you won't be able to keep it from him. Not if you care so much about him. It's better you tell him when you get back instead of keeping it a secret for months until it finally comes out. It'll be so much worse then."
"Why do I just have to fuck everything up?" muttered Draco, tears threatening to spill.
"Oh, come here child," soothed Marie, pulling Draco to her to hug him close.
The tears broke free and he began to cry, hugging close to the housekeeper like he did when he was a child.
"Now, what you need is some more sleep and a good hot shower," advised Marie.
Draco nodded and sniffed, embarrased about his tears. "I'm sorry."
"Why? Don't be sorry."
"Okay."
Marie removed the tray from his bed and Draco curled back under the covers, his head almost pressed against his knees, and he quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.
Marie sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair. When had the little boy she'd cared for as a child grown up so confused?
You know, this chapter didn't work out quite as well as I'd hoped, but, hey, at least Draco didn't sleep with Pansy. I suppose that's a plus.
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