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Title: A Hard Day's Night
Fandom: Harry Potter
Couples: Draco / Harry. Almost.
Rating: Almost Gen / or \\
Words: 1002
Warnings: AU for the epilogue not exist.
Notes: For 3411_triolalala by Chile vs Spain betting , prompt: (Drabble was a lol) Draco / Harry. Future left at the end! Fic and more as an introduction to something longer, sorry. I hope as you like. As Other Notes: I had never written Harry / Draco and I got a mess (I hope odm HEIKO THANKS also like / or \\). And it is possibleI expand more in this universe in the future, about me of the time:)



the first mission was not entirely successful, nor was it the first time an angry mass suddenly remembered that it was The Boy Who Lived ; at this point not even Ron reacted with irritation rather than a fun, offering more mead, but Harry could never get used. In fact, more and more annoyed him and felt guilty. Should be thankful, honored. Instead, I only thought about going home. This time the bar is to the top of Aurors and ministerial assistants, and the only one that was making its way to give Harry Potter pat (Holy God) was ... Malfoy. Malfoy was
... Secretary of someone, Harry was not entirely sure, but clearly was not there by choice. He sat alone, beside the door, clutching his glass every time decision declaring any toast the Boy Who Lived. Provided by the victory against Voldemort, Harry had seen him, and waved to some people in passing, but not really interacting with the environment and much less with it, directly or indirectly.

easily recognized when the jealousy started to settle in his stomach. Oh, Merlin. Harry ignored Humungus and extracts useful discussion about the goat, what could have been used in the mission at night, sort of smiling and nodding politely, trying to look more tired than diXC
When he finally reached the table and sat down, he did not lift his head.

- Potter - Malfoy first sounded quite surprised. Then, extremely angry: - What the hell do you want?
No, really outrageous was the sense of relief that went through to hear it. Harry looked up something just to see Malfoy start to rise. He picked up his sleeves and prepared for a barrage of insults, but Malfoy just stared at him, apparently too shocked to form another expression. The silence around him was far more disconcerting.
- I just want ... "Talk? - Ended by asking, abruptly dropping his sleeve.

- Seriously - said Malfoy drawled, coto the tone -. It's what feeds you these days, right?

- Oh, shut up - Harry was too tired to be angry.

Strangely, Malfoy laughed with a sound not really unpleasant. - It was very funny - continued, but then rang the door and added in a tone off, but as driven and arrogant just like old times: - You ... email me if you want - and even different tone, dry and sharp -. Oh, by all the demons, Weasley. Lower your goddamn wand.

- I go, Malfoy - Ron sounded more confused than confrontation, which was ... pretty good.

- gladly - Malfoy said with such arrogance that Harry could not help laughing. Laughter escaped with surprise, as theiend with him, breathing steam into the cold night.

- But if you talk to someone, I would prefer to go with us - he said, after a while, giving a sidelong glance.

Harry smiled back, but did not answer. Ron was his best friend, but still waiting ... something from him. Depended on it. Of something intangible that Harry loved being family, being Harry Potter

, like Hermione or even Ginny, whom he had yet to ... talk. Another thing I would rather not be on the agenda, God.

The Malfoy imagine giving him a scathing look and laughing about it again proved to be a calming exercise strange, disturbing and effective. I'm laughing again. Was becoming ridiculous. CHTM
LXC - I know - said Ron finally.

Ron smiled pleased and offered him the bottle. Harry took what was in it in one gulp. *