RP: Harry & Draco Who: Draco & Harry When: Day 14 (April 6th) Where: Their 'room' What: Draco is still in a fabulous mood
Draco had been in a foul mood since speaking to Blaise. The main reason? Draco knew he was being a hypocrite, and he was hurting and really all he'd ever tried to do was be a better father than Lucius had been. Was he failing at that? Of course, Draco loved his father despite everything, but he knew that didn't excuse some of the things that he had done - would Scorpius end up feeling the same about him? And had he and Astoria indulged him too much?
That night, he'd tossed and turned and probably been even more of a pain in the arse than usual to share a bed with, quite honestly. Either way, it had fed into a sleep deprived and essentially very grumpy Draco the next day.
He'd managed to bury himself in his work for a while, but had rather made himself scarce at meals, not particularly wanting to see or deal with Blaise or he was fairly sure he would punch or hex him, and whilst he thought that Potter would usually probably appreciate it, even he wouldn't here, even if that was only because Hermione might actually kill him for inciting in-fighting. Of course, Draco thought grumpily, there were enough things trying to actively kill and eat them without adding to it down here.
As such, he'd found himself in his and Potter's 'room' relatively early in the evening, and had contented himself with a bit of extra cleaning in here, really in lieu of having anything better to do.
Hearing someone come up behind him, he turned. "Really, Potter you don't have to be here because I am. I'm sure it's not even escaped your notice but I'm in rather a foul mood today. I'm hardly any company." he said, crossing his arms. Really, him and Potter in a small space was probably a bad idea giving Draco really did want to hex something or someone right now, he thought. They didn't exactly have the best track record.