Who: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter Where: Through the Harry Potter Door, Draco's London flat When: Today, October 23, afternoon What: Harry's had enough of Draco's whining about how difficult the war was over the journals Rating: Probably PG/PG-13 Warnings: None right now
Harry really had had enough. Draco had been whining on and on about how difficult it had been for him during the war, intent on making Harry see just how terrible it was. Harry knew. He knew, and he knew how it effected everyone. It had been on Harry's shoulders, after all. If anyone knew how difficult things had been, it was Harry Potter of all people.
So he went through the Door after a brief conversation with Yukiko, feeling bad for the girl for having to put up with him constantly bickering with Draco. Things were better between them, but they were still difficult. Finding the address wasn't difficult. Harry found it easily enough, and made his way to Draco's apartment. He was intent on telling Draco off, telling him just how difficult it had been to be the Boy Who Lived. He'd gotten the other side from Ron until he'd realized what had been going on all the time. The jealousy to be famous, to be rich. Harry had wanted none of it, yet he'd been the only one who could take on those duties.
Knocking on Draco's door, his green eyes dark as he waited for the other to answer, Harry took a breath and wondered what plan Draco was concocting for going to visit this strange girl he'd met over the journals.