BEAUTIFUL DISASTERS ｢DRARRY｣

PART 16

Harry woke up by himself again. It was a strange occurrence; Draco was normally the one to wake him, but it still happened sometimes. He got out of bed and got dressed, preparing himself for another day. I get to watch Draco teach today, he reminded himself excitedly, and left the classroom.

To his surprise, Draco wasn't in the classroom when Harry left his room. Normally, he'd be sitting at his desk doing work, and Harry would grab him a few strips of bacon. For a second, Harry felt worried, but then he remembered what happened just last night.

Draco got drunk, and shit, it was amusing as hell, and sometimes even a little bit heartwarming. He thought back to how Draco acted like a different person and realized that there was no way in hell that he would be hangover-free today.

Hesitantly, he walked up to Draco's room and knocked. He'd never really been inside—it felt like a breach of privacy—but he felt an overpowering urge to check up on him. "I'm coming in," he said through the door before twisting the knob and walking in.

He wasn't even surprised when the room was mostly green. After all, Draco was Slytherin through and through. What did surprise him was seeing Draco strewn across his bed, head buried into a pillow and arms wrapped around himself. He was sleeping in a bit of an odd position, and Harry would have laughed if he wasn't too busy swooning over how relaxed he looked.

He really hated to disturb Draco while he was sleeping, but he had classes to teach, so he told himself that Draco would be mad if he didn't wake him up. Slowly, he walked to the side of the bed, where he nudged Draco.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he greeted when he heard Draco groan loudly. He watched as he buried his head further into his pillow and smiled affectionately. "You have classes to teach, Dray," he whispered.

"How about no," he heard Draco groaned and smiled in amusement. He really, really hated to have to drag him out of bed like this, but he had no choice.

"If you don't get up I swear I will—" he cut himself on, not knowing how to finish the threat. He rolled his eyes at himself and his failed attempt. "Just get up, Draco."

"Don't wanna," he mumbled.

"I'll tell the world about the crush you had on Viktor Krum," he threatened, and watched in amusement as Draco quickly shot up out of bed and glared at him.

"You're not supposed to know about that, I was drunk," he grumbled as he got out of his bed.

Harry grinned. "So you do remember last night, then? All of it?"

"Unfortunately."

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Harry finally had Draco seated in his chair with a full stomach and proper clothes on his back. He looked much better than before, although still tired. Harry was smart enough to bring him a potion specifically for hangovers, and to his relief, it seemed to have worked.

He was still visibly out of it, though, occasionally raking his fingers through his hair. Harry sighed, but smiled. Last night was wild. Wonderful. Harry wouldn't change anything about it.

"Anything I could help you with?" He asked Draco, who lifted his head up at Harry. To Harry's surprise, he smiled.

"You've done a lot for me. Thanks."

Harry grinned. "How could I not? After all, I accepted your proposal to be, as you said it, 'gay together'," he teased, watching in amusement as Draco groaned.

"I'm suddenly wishing I drank enough to forget," Draco said, and Harry laughed. "Anyways, can you do something for me?"

Harry's expression turned serious as he nodded. "Of course."

"Can you help me teach?"

"Can I—what?"

Harry was dumbstruck. He was hardly at a fifth grade level and Draco wanted him to help him teach? It sounded fun, of course, but also nerve-wrecking as hell. Since when did he have the skill to do something like that?

"You're good in Potions, Harry, and it's only a bunch of first years. Today I've got the youngest ones, you already know everything we'll be teaching."

Harry couldn't help but notice how Draco said we, as if he knew that Harry would say yes.

He was right to assume to, as well, because Harry knew he was a goner as soon as he asked him to help him out. There wasn't any way he could say no to Draco, no matter what the task.

And so, he simply rolled his eyes in reply. "You already know what I'm going to say, don't you?"

Draco grinned. "You're the best."

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"Alright, class, today we'll be learning about the twelve uses of dragon blood. Mr Potter over here will be helping me out a bit, since I'm feeling a bit off today."

Harry's palms were sweaty as he looked out at the crowd of eager-looking first years. It clearly was no secret that Draco was an amazing teacher, and it clearly was no secret that every student couldn't wait for his class. He had to agree, too.

He looked to Draco, who was on his right. He was, as always, flawless. Harry couldn't help but watch as he spoke, lips moving rapidly and hands circling in motions, his foot tapping against the floor occasionally. Harry nearly forgot where he was.

Before he knew it, Draco was looking at Harry, and he could sense that that was the cue for him to say something. Harry panicked slightly, his heart rate spiking.

"Uh, who could tell me one of the uses for dragon blood?" Only one hand shot up from the crowd, and he nodded at the student, who happened to be a girl.

"Dragon blood could be used as a cure for verruca," she said, her British accent thick, and Harry smiled nervously.

"That's right," he said, "anyone else?"

Within about twenty minutes, the lesson was over, and the students were left by themselves to do their seat work. Harry sat in a chair beside Draco's desk, who was smiling at Harry almost affectionately.

"You did great, Professor Potter," Draco teased with a smirk, and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Barely. I don't know if you noticed, but I was hardly a good assistant."

Draco's smirk faltered to a smile. "You were perfect, Harry. I couldn't ask for a better assistant."

"That sounds pretty gay, Draco."

"Shut up."