RP: Draco/Theo Who: Draco/Theo When: Morning Where: Theo's room What: Of course they need to talk about Potter
Draco couldn't sleep. Potter was sleeping in the other room. Potter who was married to Draco's counterpart. Potter who was still so very much like himself that it hurt. It would have been easier if Potter had been like the other one, the one who stayed in his room and only spoke to his wife and Sirius. Draco had found it easy to get over Potter that way.
It was funny, because for months, it'd been Harry. Draco didn't love Harry. Harry was a friend, someone from his past. Potter, though, was a totally different story. Yes, it proved just how strange their entire relationship was, but they had been playing this game since they were eleven. He wasn't sure they could break it now.
His mind seemed to go over and over what had happened the day before until he decided to get up. Draco despised Muggle clothing, but at least the 50s attire was more conservative. He put on a robe over his pajamas and walked to Theo's room. He knocked and waited for permission to enter. Once he had it, he went in, closed the door again and went straight to Theo's bed, sitting on the edge. "You should thank me. I was good and waited until eight before coming here. Potter is still asleep, I think. I couldn't hear any noise from his room."