Harry walked into his living room greeting his boyfriend when he felt a shock settle in his stomach. Several bottles of Firewhisky were surrounding Draco.
“Where have you been?” Draco mumbled, while emptying the last bottle.
“Draco, you know that I was visiting Ron and Hermione,” Harry said, settling down next to Draco. “Little Rose is constantly asking for you.”
“I don’t care what the Weasel offspring says or does,” Draco sneered as he tried to stand up. “You should have been here with me.”
“I asked you to come along,” Harry replied. “But you wanted to be alone.”
“I said that, but I didn’t mean it,” Draco argued, glaring at Harry. He could barely keep his eyes open and his fists clenched. He was trembling in anger. “You abandoned me—like you always do.”
“That’s not true,” Harry protested, feeling tears starting to form in his eyes. “I love you and I would never leave you. Why do you say those things? It hurts, you know.”
“Don’t act like an offended housewife,” Draco hissed, while he roamed towards Harry. “You’re lying to me.”
“Of course not,” Harry pleaded. He smelled the booze on Draco’s breath. It made him nauseous. “Why should I lie to you?”
“Don’t-patronize-me-Harry,” Draco hissed, his finger pushing on Harry’s chest. “I called Weasley and you weren’t there.”
“Are you monitoring me?” Harry exclaimed, feeling betrayed. “How dare you?”
“You’re cheating on me!” Draco bellowed. “You fucking whore!”
“I AM NOT CHEATING ON YOU!” Harry howled. “LISTEN TO ME, FOR MERLIN’S SAKE!”
“Why should I listen to an unfaithful partner?” Draco cried. “You’re pathetic. I should have left you where I found you. Gutter-trash!”
“Draco, I really hate you when you are drunk!” Harry screamed, tears flowing down his cheeks. “Stop!”
“Or what?” Draco hissed, while cornering Harry. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Go away,” Harry whispered, trembling with fear. Draco pushed him against the wall. “Draco, don’t touch me!”
Draco’s fist reached Harry’s jaw and he dropped onto the wooden floor. Draco grabbed him by his jacket and threw him against a bookcase, while a small black box with a pink ribbon flew out of Harry’s pocket...
“Where have you been?” Draco mumbled, while emptying the last bottle.
“Draco, you know that I was visiting Ron and Hermione,” Harry said, settling down next to Draco. “Little Rose is constantly asking for you.”
“I don’t care what the Weasel offspring says or does,” Draco sneered as he tried to stand up. “You should have been here with me.”
“I asked you to come along,” Harry replied. “But you wanted to be alone.”
“I said that, but I didn’t mean it,” Draco argued, glaring at Harry. He could barely keep his eyes open and his fists clenched. He was trembling in anger. “You abandoned me—like you always do.”
“That’s not true,” Harry protested, feeling tears starting to form in his eyes. “I love you and I would never leave you. Why do you say those things? It hurts, you know.”
“Don’t act like an offended housewife,” Draco hissed, while he roamed towards Harry. “You’re lying to me.”
“Of course not,” Harry pleaded. He smelled the booze on Draco’s breath. It made him nauseous. “Why should I lie to you?”
“Don’t-patronize-me-Harry,” Draco hissed, his finger pushing on Harry’s chest. “I called Weasley and you weren’t there.”
“Are you monitoring me?” Harry exclaimed, feeling betrayed. “How dare you?”
“You’re cheating on me!” Draco bellowed. “You fucking whore!”
“I AM NOT CHEATING ON YOU!” Harry howled. “LISTEN TO ME, FOR MERLIN’S SAKE!”
“Why should I listen to an unfaithful partner?” Draco cried. “You’re pathetic. I should have left you where I found you. Gutter-trash!”
“Draco, I really hate you when you are drunk!” Harry screamed, tears flowing down his cheeks. “Stop!”
“Or what?” Draco hissed, while cornering Harry. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Go away,” Harry whispered, trembling with fear. Draco pushed him against the wall. “Draco, don’t touch me!”
Draco’s fist reached Harry’s jaw and he dropped onto the wooden floor. Draco grabbed him by his jacket and threw him against a bookcase, while a small black box with a pink ribbon flew out of Harry’s pocket...