Word Count: 670
Ministry: L9: Space Chamber: Rocket
Easter Egg: Day 9, Stripe: Neighbours!AU
Tea, Soup, and a Little Crush
"I swear to god, if you don't turn that music down, I'm going to find a rocket and shove it straight up your ass!"
Harry blinked. "I…. Sorry? You know you could have just come and told me if it bothered you?"
"I just did!"
Harry watched the blond walk away and smiled, a little bemused. An interesting way to meet the new neighbour he supposed.
He went inside and turned down his music.
…
"Hi."
Harry looked up from flicking through his mail to see his new neighbour standing by the stairs, looking vaguely awkward.
"Hi," he replied, a little hesitantly. He was still mildly concerned about the rocket.
"I, uh, wanted to apologise for the other day. I moved on the same week as my final exams, and I was a little, uh, highly strung?"
Harry couldn't help it, he snorted. Understatement alert. "It's… fine."
"I…cool."
…
"Hey, any chance I can steal a bit of milk? I've only just noticed I'm out, and if I have to go without coffee in the morning I'm liable to commit murder before I can make it to Starbucks."
Harry walked back inside and left the door open in invitation.
"Did you bring a bottle to put it in or do you just want, like, a mug full."
"A mug would be great. Thanks. I'll get you some back tomorrow."
Harry handed over the mug. "It's milk, don't worry about it. I'll need the mug back tho. It's my best friend's favourite mug and if it's missing when he comes over he'll pout."
"Thanks. I… just realised I don't know your name."
"Harry. Good to meet you… properly, I guess."
"Draco."
…
Harry and Draco crossed paths fairly often over the next few months. Often enough that acquaintances became casual friends, became actual friends, to the point that Draco tended to just walk into Harry's flat now rather than knocking.
Which was great except for when Ron was there because the two of them had taken an instant dislike to one another and they bickered like playground enemies. It was ridiculous.
Harry and Hermione did often get amusement from it though, so there was that.
…
"Harry?"
Harry groaned from his place on the sofa. He'd been feeling like shit for two days, and had barely moved from beneath the blankets he'd managed to pile on himself.
"Oh, you dumbass. Why didn't you yell for me? You know I can hear you through the wall."
Harry didn't want to tell Draco it was because he didn't actually want Draco to see him in such a state. Months of friendship had led to a stupid crush that Harry was trying to get rid of.
"Bleh," he muttered, making Draco chuckle.
"Do you want soup? And tea? Not gonna lie, Harry, I don't know what to do with sick people."
"Just let me die," Harry mumbled into his pillow.
"Should I ring Weasley? Where's your phone?"
"God no. He's a bigger mother hen than his actual mother when I'm not well. He'd have me in hospital for a cold if he could."
Draco chuckled. "Okay, fair enough. So… soup? Or tea?"
Harry was about to refuse when he realised both sounded good.
"Please. Just order them from that cafe down the road. They'll deliver. My wallet is… somewhere."
"I can make tea," Draco replied, rolling his eyes. He pressed a hand to Harry's head to check his temperature—hot—and then wandered off towards the kitchen.
Harry groaned into his pillow.
…
"So… I was thinking."
Harry looked up from his phone. "Did it hurt?"
"You're an asshole."
"You didn't need to think to come to that conclusion, Draco. We knew that."
"We should go out for dinner."
"You don't wanna cook?"
"I'm asking you on a date, Potter, stop being so fucking oblivious. It was endearing at first but now I'm wondering why I like such a dumbass."
"I'm really feeling the love."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Dinner?"
Harry smiled warmly. "I'd love to."