Wandering Eyes
Harry had been attempting to sleep. With the war freshly over but the omen of another at risk (Voldemort’s soul still exists, he could be revived), he just wanted to finish school, become an auror and focus on getting that last fucking horcrux destroyed,... that is unless there are any more after that one that he doesn’t know about.
Instead of being able to sleep, he dealt with his drowsiness being interrupted.
Ron, tiredly muttering something about Malfoy needing him outside the portrait as he shook Harry awake, was all Harry got instead of sleep.
He and Draco had done this, time and time again.
After Harry had fought for Draco and Narcissa during their trial and let them be free of imprisonment, he and Draco had been talking about both sides of the war, their experiences. They still argue and Draco is still an annoyingly pretty prissy bastard.
Harry got redressed and made his descent to the common room, opening the portrait to see Draco looking a bit horrified, but relieved to see him.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, fixing his glasses after they became lopsided.
“Nightmares again?”
“Unless you’d like to call him that yourself, not quite.”
“What?”
Draco pulled the portrait open slowly to reveal Regulus, both his and Regulus’ eyes widened with recognition. Which was eerie from Regulus’ side due to his milky dead eyes.
“That necklace..”
“Those glasses…”
Draco let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his own eyes.. more out of gaining stress than drowsiness.
“Well, as much as you two seem to be connecting dots like constellations, I need to sit the fuck down, so lets find that requirement room before we deep dive into either of your guy’s shit…”
That grabbed Harry’s and Regulus’ attention well enough. Regulus, who then gave a small, pleased smirk “Alright then… Off we go.”
The walk to the Room of requirements was long and silent, but no one had seen them or bothered them. The map was with Harry now at the moment.
Regulus seemed unable to keep his eyes off of either boy. The blonde looked so much like Narcissa that Regulus wanted to cry, and the infamous Harry Potter looked so much like Jame- his fatherthat he felt unable to breathe.
He hasn't really gone to see how he looked after getting out of that wretched lake, but it couldn’t be that bad right?... Right?