RP: Draco and Harry Who: Draco and Harry When: evening, 26 February Where: Harry's room What: Draco bothers Harry
Harry had been in a funk all day long. That letter had sounded so... like him. It felt like seventh year all over again, although that was a misnomer if he heard one. Seventh year would imply that they were in school and not running around the country side for horcruxes while trying to stay alive.
Harry had spent most of the day drinking, although he had talked to Ron, because even while dying he reminded himself that his friends were vital, except there was no Hermione right now. Instead there seemed to be Draco Malfoy, who'd made it his job to bother Harry.
In all honesty, he figured that after he'd put a stop to sex the other night, Draco would have a tantrum and ignore him, but it didn't happen. The knock on the door confirmed it.
Harry waved his hand and the door opened. He was sitting in an old armchair with a round end table at his left and then another armchair. "Have a sit. I asked the house-elves to bring dinner here." Having dinner together wasn't going to happen on the full moon. He knew exactly what Sirius and his father would be doing. "There's juice for you." He raised the bottle and took a sip of his firewhisky.