Whoops?

They decide not to practice tonight instead trying to get as much sleep as possible for tomorrow, but sleep still didn’t come easily to Harry. He was nervous for tomorrow and even when Draco passed out instantly he stayed awake staring at the ceiling. What if he still couldn’t deal with Draco being threatened, what if someone flirts with Draco?

Harry growled at the thought and shifted closer to Draco despite the fact there was no threat present. Once he realized what he was doing he sighed. He’s going to fail tomorrow if he reacts to just the thought of Draco being flirted with. He breathes in deeply and allows the mixed scents of the room calm him down and as he breathes slowly he joins Draco in sleeping.

***

Draco woke up to Harry wrapped around him tightly enough to prevent any movement whatsoever. Even sending calming energy through the bond Harry only loosened his grip enough for Draco to slip his arms out. He still couldn’t move out of the grasp.

He waited only a couple of… hours. He woke up early its not like they needed to get going, plus the room was freezing and the werewolf threw heat like a furnace.

But he knew he couldn’t just sit there all day. Today they had to go to Hogsmeade, whether he liked it or not. He sighed and shook Harry awake.

Harry woke up and his eyes immediately started darting around the room. Once he realized that they were alone he relaxed completely and started stretching.

Draco couldn’t help but watch as Harry's abs stretched. Fuck he was glad that Harry slept shirtless.

Draco paused and blinked.

“You good, Draco?” Harry asked, dragging Draco into the bathroom.

“Yeah,” Draco coughed, “Are you?”

“Hmm, why,”

“You woke up kinda weird,”

Harry shifted his gaze away, “My wolf has been really up front lately,”

“What's it like?” Draco asked, more curiously than anything else.

Harry hesitated before starting to speak, “When I was a kid a lot of werewolf books had it where the wolf was a present separate section of the mind, people could have full conversations with it and thoughts were easily separated from their own, but really it's more like an intensity to things you already thought. It doesn’t have a proper consciousness in my brain except near the full moon then it can produce separate thoughts I think, it still can’t share them with anything similar to language, but I can tell I’m not the one who wants to take a naked jog through the woods, its more just feelings.”

Harry was looking intently at Draco and he realizes suddenly that he’s probably the first one to ever hear that.

“Thank you,” Harry seems startled at his response and coughs before pulling on a pair of muggle jeans and a red jumper with a hood and pockets.

“What in Merlins name is that?” Draco asks, pulling on slacks a black button up and a long coat.

“A hoodie?” Harry stares at him, “Are there not hoodies in the wizarding world,”

“No?”

“We have got to get you a hoodie,”

Draco stares at him in confusion.

A knock stands at the door and Harry drags Draco to answer it. Standing at the door is Granger, Weasley, Pansy, and Blaise. Plus a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw Draco didn’t know. The Ravenclaw was hanging onto Blaise and laughing loudly at something he had said judging by the grin on his face. The hufflepuff clung awkwardly to Pansys arm.

Draco clapped, “Interhouse unity at its finest.”

Granger was also wearing a hoodie and was talking to Ron very enthusiastically about who knows what.

“This is Eloise,” Pansy introduced the poor Hufflepuff who was beginning to look like she’d rather be anywhere else.

Blaise started to introduce the ravenclaw clinging to his own arm but she introduces herself, “Lucy,”

“Lovely to meet you both,” Draco smiled.

Both the girls nodded kindly.

Before Draco could continue the conversation a frantic She-Weasel and a calm Luna Lovegood, burst through the group of people.

“Sorry we got a little lost.”

“Yeah I’m sure,” Harry says with a raised eyebrow.

“We did,” She repeats.

Luna looks on at her girlfriend amused.

“Yeah and I’m sure the bruise on your neck is from you falling down the stairs.”

She rolls her eyes and Draco is struck by the sibling-like affection between Harry and Weasley. Didn’t they used to date? It’s one thing to be on good terms with your ex and a complete other to look at them like a sister.

“Should we get going,” Harry projects across the entire group of students.

A chorus of yes’s sounds out and everyone starts walking. He watches the couples all talk amongst each other while Harry looks on, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

Of course it doesn’t take long for Harry and Draco to be completely forgotten about. Even the Gryffindors appear to be absorbed in their own conversation while Harry stands behind them both.

Once they actually get to Hogsemade Harry turns his attention to Draco.

“Follow me,”

Draco blinks, “Yes, because that seems to be a good idea, wander away with the former Deatheater,”

“Key word former, and I’m not wandering away with you, you’re wandering away with me.”

Draco shrugs, deciding there's more dangerous things to be doing.

Harry leads him away from their friends and into an alley to the side and then without any warning, he side-alongs Draco into another alley.

“Fucking rude,” Draco mutters as Harry drags him into… Muggle London?

“Come on,” Harry drags him into a nearby store with big green letters that say ASDA.

Doors open to allow Draco and Harry in.

“I thought muggles didn’t have magic?” Draco whispers.

“They don’t, its electricity,”

Draco had a general idea of what electricity was. Enough to know that's what muggles used to keep lights on, but he didn’t know it could do things like that.

He looked around at the store it had vegetables but as Draco was dragged further into the store he ended up in the clothing section.

Harry filed through a rack of hoodies quickly before pulling out a Slytherin green one. He threw it at Draco and told him to try it on. Draco hesitantly put the hoodie on and found it was a little too big but Harry shook his head.

“Perfect,” He gestured for Draco to take it off so Draco did so and handed it to him.

“Wanna try some jeans?” Harry gestured to his own pants and Draco glared.

“I know what jeans are, Harry.” Harry seems unaffected and waits for an answer so Draco sighs, “Sure.”

He grabs a pair of black skin tight jeans and a pair of baggier black jeans and dragged Draco over to a bunch of stalls labeled Changing rooms.

He tried both on and was surprised by the comfort of the pants. He decided he much preferred the tighter fit ones and Harry obliged, adding it to the shopping basket he had stolen from somewhere.

Harry then just told him to look through and find things he liked. Draco picked out a few more pairs of the black pants, a couple of button ups, and a pair of sweatpants he found extremely comfortable and intended to sleep in.

After he tries them all on Harry nods and drags him to the front. On the way up Harry asked a nice woman trying to wrangle her kids into some sort of decent behavior, what the best coffee shop around here was.

After receiving his answer he went to the front and pulled a card out. After they checked out Harry dragged him into yet another dingy alleyway and they apparated again.

When they emerge from the alley they have to walk for a bit before Harry stops at a clean modern coffee shop. He drags Draco to the front and they read the memory. Draco orders a peppermint tea and Harry gets a plain black coffee.

As Draco walks away to wait for his coffee the barista hands him a slip of paper with a bunch of numbers on it.

He turns to Harry, “What is this?”

“His telephone number,” He all but growls, snatching the piece of paper from him and pulling him into his side and glaring at the employee.

“Oh,” Draco says, unphased by the sudden action “And that means?”

“He wants to get into your trousers,”

“Ah, shame I’m not in the position to take him up on that,” Draco said without thinking, he didn’t mean it as being attached to Harry, he meant it as him having a small crisis about Harry but Harry obviously didn’t know that and reacted to such.

“What do you mean ‘shame’?” He growled.

“Not like that,” Draco sent waves of calming energy through the bond, he was beginning to worry for the poor barista's safety, the boy was shaking in fear, “Shame for him, love”

It just slipped out and Harry freezed the arms that were priorly squeezing the life out of Draco tensed and Draco did his best to pull a blank face when the barista called out in a shaky voice, “Coffee and tea for Harry,”

It was everything Draco could do to suppress laughing nervously or squirming out of Harrys arms.

“Go grab it, scarhead,” Draco said calmly.

And Harry did, all the violence leached out of him and he grabbed the coffee checked the time and walked him out of the store and back into the alley as they sipped their drinks awkwardly.

An otter appeared, “Where the actual fuck are you Harry?”

Draco answered for him, seeing as Harry had apparently not gotten over it yet, “We’re in muggle london.”

“Is Harry okay?”

Draco shot a glance at Harry and shrugged, “I dunno,”

Granger immediately started panicking, reminding him that he was talking about the saviour of the wizarding world and had several targets on his back.

“He’s fine physically,” Draco rushed to explain.

Pansy butted in “What are you guys doing over there,”

“None of you’re business fuck off,”

“Are you fucking?”

“Shut the fuck up go somewhere else.”

Harry seemed to recover, “We’re going to grab a bite to eat and then we’ll come back alright,”

The otter nodded before disappearing.