The Simple Joy of Living
Prologue – One Year After
Harry stumbled into Moaning Myrtle''s bathroom, one hand holding a bottle of firewhisky, the other braced on the wall for support.
"Myrtle! Murrrtle!" Harry yelled.
"Cease your caterwauling, Potter."
Blinking, Harry turned his head to see Draco staring at him.
"Malfoiled What are you doing here" Before Draco could answer, Harry waved his explanation away, sloshing firewhisky out of the bottle as he did so. "Came to see Myrtle."
"She''s not here, Potter."
"She''s not" Harry''s eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What''d you do to her"
"I did nothing. Myrtle left moments ago to visit the prefects'' bath and view the annual celebration held there."
The tension left Harry''s stance and a lopsided grin appeared. "Pervy thing, isn''t she Don''t need to talk to her anyways now."
He took a few steps, but tripped over his own feet and would''ve fallen if Draco hadn''t caught him and held him up.
Harry looked blearily at Draco. "Thanks, Malfloyd."
Draco tried to push him off, but Harry clung to Draco''s shoulders. Draco had to content himself with tilting his head away. "You''ve been celebrating completing the NEWTs, I see. I suppose a pack of inebriated Gryffindors is close behind."
Harry shook his head. "Nope. Crept away. Don''t-don''t tell anyone," Harry said, placing a finger on Draco''s lips. "Is a shhcret." He stared at Draco for a moment, then smiled. "You have nice lips, Mafloy... Hey, can I call you Draco Easier to say. Draco, Draco, Draco."