Chapter 6
Harry was having a relaxing evening turning it into a cleaning night, while listening to some muggle music on the TV when suddenly he was alerted to someone apparating into his home, and suddenly there was an extremely drunk Draco standing in his entryway “Ha-Harry.” he breathed out swaying. Harry bolted over to help the blonde stay upright and moved him to the couch “merlin draco, what happened?”
“..i. I don't want to talk about it right now. I just want you. Fuck-” he interrupted himself with a groan “i’m a adult man. For fucks sake. I should be allowed to love who I want. I should be respected for who I am not.. Not who my family is!” he spat, head in his hands with Harry awkwardly rubbing his back. “Draco I don’t know what happened but.. You're right. Okay? You’ve been doing good for yourself. And it's all you. Not anyone else. You’ve done good. And you are shit faced. What did you even drink?”
“Fire whisky. Lots of it. And uh.. I think a butterbeer. It’s pretty blurry. But it’s not enough. It still hurts. It always will. Shit. Did you know that the mark burns? It's always there. A low stinging pain. Since I was a goddamn kid. I just.. Nothing distracts me anymore. I’ll never be good. I’ll never be-” he cut himself off with a growl “and im here im my crushes flat sobbing to him like it will solve anything. Father is right. I’ll never be anything but a Malfoy. I’ll never be just.. Draco.”
“Draco. Please, breathe. You're working yourself up even more. You're Here, i'm with you.That’s all you need to focus on. You can stay here as long as you’d like, frankly I'd prefer at least until you are sober. But he’s wrong. You are Draco first. You are what you’ve made of yourself. Frankly. I’m pretty damn impressed with what Draco has done with his life.”
“Of course you are. You’re potter. You are incapable of actually seeing the bad in people. Hell, you haven't even questioned why I appeared at your flat of all places. You just.. Accepted my ass as soon as we talked to each other. My own fucken family dosent see me like you do!! How pathetic is that? Merlin I cant.. I” his anger seemed to fade away into him staring at the floor as Harry’s music filled the silence <White hair And a hopeful smile Your inside Is on your outside I need A pleasant surprise, Good heart and desire to please,I want a fatal disease,With you I don't want to be with you When I'm with you,I don't want to be with you….>
Harry just wrapped his arms around Draco, encouraging him to keep venting, glad the other chose to come to him rather than stew alone. “Draco.listen to me. They are wrong. Dead wrong. They aren’t worth getting this upset over but there's nothing wrong with you for being so pissed.” He leaned side to side, still holding Draco hoping the movement would help calm him. “Did they come see you or something? What actually caused this?”
Draco fumbled in his jacket pocket pulling out a crumpled letter and shoving it at Harry. “Hah. I wish they would come see the life I’ve made. No it was a letter, as always.”
Harry leaned back, taking the letter to read,
Dear Son, I hope this letter finds you well, although since you haven't come home in months I worry. Your Father needs to speak with you about some things about the Manor and how you two will deal with the passing down of many heirlooms for when you get married. I know you wanted to experience life on your own for a while,but as time passes I fear we are beginning to regret allowing you on this excursion. Your birthday is coming soon and We are trying to arrange for some families to attend as well so that you may find a lady who interests you. But with no input from you we do not know your “type” and I for one and about to start picking for you.
Ps, i’ve kept an eye on that project of yours, working at that potions job. I can say I am very proud of how you’ve brought your talent up so far. When you start your family I'm sure they would love to have you go tinker when you’re not busy.
Love, Mother and Father.
“See? It’s like every word is backhanded.Who said I wanted.. Any of this?” he hissed “they don't even know I OWN my own shop. That I built it from the ground up. They treat it like a summer job.”
“Okay firstly what the hell? Secondly, Draco, they are wrong. This is your life. Go back, don’t go back. That’s your decision. You have friends who love you. Will love you, either way. You live on your own, you are succeeding in life. Who cares if it’s not what they consider success? Besides,” he wrinkled his nose “I’d hardly think settling down for the first girl they throw at you and raising a family you don’t want is success to you”
“S’not” Draco mumbled, exhaustion from his fit of rage finally setting in, feeling numb. “Never was. I did what I had to as a teen. Now I want to do what I want to do. And they’ll never accept that. And one day.. I’ll have to accept that its either me or the Malfoy name. I hate it. So much” he slurred.
“ i bet you do. Now.i would like it if you could drink a glass of water for me, then I'll lay you down to sleep. You’re gonna have a hell of a hangover in the morning.:
Draco sat against the back of the couch “ugh. Fine. I'm already more exhausted than pissed now” He took the glass Harry handed him, drinking it steadily. “Done” he said holding it back out to the other “good job” Harry laughed, setting it on the the table and pulling him up to lean against him “let’s get you to bed”
The blonde let himself be walked to Harry’s room, where he pulled the covers aside and got him laying down on his side. “I’ll get you a trash can in case you throw up later okay? Harry murmured.
“Ha- shit. Harry.. Please stay? It’s your bed after all.” causing Harry to pause “oh uh. Yeah of course.” he stammered as he went to get the bin.
Coming back he placed it approximately where Draco’s head would be if he just leaned over the edge. And quickly got ready for bed. He crawled in the other side, making sure they had a small distance between them.”No. I’m drunk not.. Not. uh. Not wanting to be alone.. Those aren't the right words, just. Shit I don’t care if you touch me, I want you to.”
“Okay” and Harry moved closer, tucking one arm onder the other’s neck, entwining their legs “okay Draco. You need sleep. I’m here. Let's go to sleep okay?”
“Mmhmm. Yeah.”
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The next morning Draco woke up, gagging and leaned over to puke into the pail Harry placed last night. Last Night shit he really did come over here, drunk off his ass. Well damn. He could only remember chunks of the previous night. Giving Harry the letter, rage crying at how unfair his life was. Oh Harry is probably irritated as all hell with him. Draco groaned, sitting up, trying to remember more of last night. Shit. I told him he was my crush. Crush. Like we are 12. Good going Draco
“Here. it’s a pepper up potion I totally didn't knick from work or anything an hour ago.” Harry smiled bemusedly. Taking the potion bottle and throwing it back Draco sighed in relief as he felt his hangover all but vanish. “Thank you. Ugh. this is why I don’t drink. I just remembered.”
Harry laughed. “Yeah it’s a curse. Only remembering to not drink, the day after.”
Draco stood up “thank you for uh..dealing with that mess last night. I should probably go. And uh everything i said last night.. I uh..” you can do this. You’re already having sex, kinky sex but still “everything i said. I meant. Especially about you Harry.” Harry looked at him, realization dawning on his face before breaking out in a grin “Merlin we’re idiots.. Draco. I’m pretty sure i’m in love with you. I definitely have a crush on you too” “oh.”
“Yeah oh you git. Since hogwarts. Us decigind to have sex uh. Didn't make that go away.”
“We’re both fucking morons” Draco laughed out, wincing from the slight twinge of a headache he had left.
“So… breakfast?”
“Sounds good to me”