Chapter Two

The Long Morning

"Morning mate," Ron smiled through a mouthful of breakfast cereal at his flatmate Harry. The pair shared a a large flat in the centre of Bristol. It had been an unconscious choice by the pair, when they had heard of a large flat going cheap by word of mouth they had leaped on the opportunity. There only problem had been finding a third occupant for the spare room. Neither could afford the rent of the flat as a pair. That had been when Draco had floated the idea he would be their third flatmate. Harry and Ron had been uncomfortable with the idea, for one they didn't forgive him for secretly dating their best friends and secondly they had never got on at Hogwarts. It was only the fact that they loved the flat so much that had forced them to take him on. Their decision had been proved right so for, they both found themselves liking his personality and him dating Hermione meant that the "the golden trio" was back together. Even if Ron had told him to "put her down" on more than one occasion.

Harry exited his room looking with dazed eyes around at the mess,

"Looks like a bomb's hit it." He was wearing a pair of sunglasses over his green eyes he was dressed in a half-buttoned shirt over his boxer shorts.

"Where is Draco?" He asked.

"Shhh," Ron said and Harry stood still before they both heard a loud snore from the far bedroom.

"He snores?" Harry asked "since when?"

"I don't know but I do know I have something to blackmail him with the next time he hogs the shower." Harry took a seat next to Ron who was gobbling down cereal like it was going out of fashion. "Fancy any?" He asked Harry who violently shook his head.

"How come you're not too bad?" He asked his best friend.

"I didn't drink three beers straight off and I didn't start downing tequila shots at 3 a.m."

"I didn't."

"Yes you did and you weren't the only one. Draco dragged out some awful drink out and downed most of the bottle."

"It was a good party though."

"Definitely but the flat is such a mess," Harry laughed a little "what?" Ron asked.

"You worried about mess you are about the messiest person I know."

"I know," Ron laughed back "but there is a difference between not putting your jeans away and finding half a pizza behind the sofa."

"Oh please tell me you didn't."

"Oh yes and I stood in a box of chips too."

"Can you even remember when people went home?"

"No I think it was around six this morning."

"That was only a couple of hours ago." Harry said looking at the watch on his wrist. It's face was now cracked he felt decidedly guiltily: Ginny had bought him it as a birthday present.

"Didn't you stay up until then?"

"No," Harry replied averting his eyes.

"That is a guilty look," Ron smiled. "Did you get a girl?"

"Maybe,"

"That is a yes," Ron replied turning back to his cereal.

"She wasn't here when I woke up did you see anyone leave?"

"She stayed all night?"

"I think I remember falling asleep with her."

"Sorry mate I have only been up about ten minutes."

"How was it?" Ron asked.

"You've done it."

"I know but you haven't," Harry looked at his best friend,

"How do you know that?"

"Because I am your best friend. Now stop avoiding the question."

"Awesome," Harry smiled. Ron hit his best friend on the back.

"Good for you mate. We just have to find your mystery girl." Any further conversation was cut off by the opening of a slightly creaky door and soft padded footsteps against the wooden floor of the flat's hallway. A messy blonde haired man walked around the corner into the small kitchen. He was taller then either of his flatmates. The hard steel grey eyes that this morning were like Harry's hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

"Morning," Ron smiled at him in exactly the same way he had at Harry only ten minutes earlier. Draco slumped on the table.

"I am dying," he announced to the pair. Ron grinned at him.

"No you're not."

"I swear I feel like I have a pumpkin for a brain."

"Enjoy last night?" Harry asked.

"I can't remember most of it. Hermione looked pretty." He yawned. The pair looked at him. They had been worried when they found out he was dating Hermione, but the couple seemed committed and somehow well suited.

"Draco listen to this." Ron paused dramatically but Draco seemed not to get the effect as he let his head drop onto the table in front of him.

"Harry got a girl." at his Draco did look up leaving his chin on the table and like his girlfriend at her home in Cambridge he raised his eyebrow.

"Really?" he asked sounding surprised as he directed the question towards Harry. Harry went red and starred angrily at Ron who had returned to his cereal that now resembled a soggy mess.

"I spent the night with errr someone." He said certainly.

"How much alcohol did you have?" Draco asked "even I can remember who I took to bed."

"Stop now," Ron said "I do not need a mental image of you and my best mate."

"Any descriptions?" Draco asked his speech a little muffled as he held his head on the table.

"Errrr...," Harry said as he thought. "A bit taller than Hermione around Ginny's height. Brown hair, shoulder length, a black dress I think."

"Pretty?" Draco asked as he set his head back on the headrest of his chair. He looked up as neither Harry nor Ron replied. "I still love Hermione," he said quickly. "Seriously I thought we had clarified that. Right I am off back to bed."

Ron looked murderously after him, he was at work in less than twenty minutes. The only one the three who had with unable to get the day off from their respective employer. He took small comfort in the knowledge as he and Draco worked together there was likely to be more than one sore head around the office.

When he looked up both Draco and Harry had retreated to their respective rooms, downing the last of his energy drink he headed out the door.