"Not many people would do that, you know." Hermione spoke up from beside him.

"I know." Draco smirked.

The memory shifted to the same flat, only light was now streaming through the windows.

"Fuck." Memory Harry cursed as he stumbled over the coffee table in the living room.

Memory Draco began to stir at the noise, groaning as he stretched out on the loveseat, his long form not use to such sleeping conditions.

"Who the fuck are you?" Lily was aghast at the language coming from her son's mouth.

"The man who saved your ass from a shotty club, I think a thank you is in order."

Harry let out a bark of laughter. "I need a drink." Harry began to walk to the kitchen, rummaging around his fridge. He pulled out a tall bottle of vodka and a couple shot glasses.

Draco checked his watch. "It's not even nine in the morning yet."

Harry poured the vodka into the shot glasses. "Here."

"I'll pass, thanks."

"You sure?" Draco nodded, "Okay." Harry quickly downed both of the glasses and began pouring another.

"I can't believe that he began drinking so early in the morning." Lily said.

"He used to always say 'You can-,'"

"-avoid a hangover if you just keep drinking." Harry said, throwing another drink back.

"How do you go to class? Are you drunk at school? How do you get this past your parents? Aren't they mad that you drink when they're paying for you to be here?"

Harry suddenly looked very solemn. "I'm paying for myself. My parents aren't really in the picture, anymore."

"Did you run away because they beat you or something?"

"God, no. My parents were great. I left on my own accord. I'm kind of an arsehole."

"He paid to go to Oxford by himself?" Hermione was shocked.

Draco nodded, "He taught me a thing or two about humility."

The memory began to morph again, this time it took them to a green area in the middle of Oxford's campus.

"I don't know why you're dating her, Draco. You're so clearly gay."

"I am not gay, Harry Potter." Draco snapped, his eyes never leaving the book he was reading.

Harry laughed "That's hardly what you were saying yesterday as we admired Prince Harry."

"Shut up, Potter. I'm not gay. Just...questioning." Harry rolled his eyes.

"This was about four months later. At this point he's been sober for two months." Draco explained. Harry looked so much better. He wasn't as skinny, his face had more color and his eyes were shining again.

"He looks like he did when we were younger." Ron said.

"I'm still dating her because that's what my parents want."

"I think they just want you to be happy, Draco." Pansy said from beside Harry.

"Doubtful." Draco replied.

Shifting again, the group was now at a dinner party, watching as Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Harry, and two unidentified people ate dinner together.

"This is a month later."

"Astoria, will you please pass me the butter?"

"Here you are, Harry."

"Thanks. Hey, Daphne, how is your thesis coming?"

The girl who was named Daphne groaned. "It's not. I've hardly started at all."

"It's due Monday!"

"I know. Just because you're so on top of your homework doesn't mean that we all are."

"I am." Draco commented.

Ron started laughing. "I don't believe it! Harry, doing his homework?"

"He once told me that he didn't like his schools' lessons enough to pay attention. Harry had wonderful grades in uni."

James sighed, "There is so much about our son that we don't know."

"Draco and I have an announcement to make." Astoria suddenly declared, catching everyone's attention. "We're pregnant!"

Harry dropped the glass of water that was in his hand. "What?"

The scene shifted.

"Harry, you're late." Draco said as Harry approached the table at their favorite coffee shop.

"I know, sorry. Professor Popich wanted to have a meeting about my grade."

"You're not failing are you?"

"God, no. He wanted to praise my paper."

"Oh, that's great! What did you get on it?"

"Ninety eight. He's a really harsh grader, as well. I worked for days on that damned paper."

"Harry, your lease is about up, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking 'bout how I needed to renew it."

"Why don't you... not?"

"What? And go live on the street? I can't afford something really expensive, unfortunately, my desk job at the hospital isn't as well a pension as your CNA job, Malfoy."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I know, you idiot. I was going to offer my apartment to you."

"But Astoria is moving in?"

"She actually suggested it. 'You don't need the apartment surrounded by all female things' she said."

"Are you sure?"

Draco rolled his eyes again. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure, you twit."

"I'll start packing." Harry beamed.

The next minute found the group in a club scene, lights flashing and music blaring.

Memory Draco was angry. If you couldn't tell from his facial expression, you could from his mutterings.

"Motherfucker, dragging me out of bed at three in the morning. There he is." Draco walked forward twenty paces "Harry James Potter!" he screamed over the music. Harry's form was slumped over in his chair, and he was drooling. He shook Harry awake and hauled him out of the chair.

"'Raco!" He slurred, struggling to stand on his feet. He was pulled out of the club and outside, the fresh air seeming to waken him a little more.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, getting wasted again? You've been clean for nearly a year!"

"'s celebratin."

"Celebrating what exactly?"

"The birth of baby Draco!" Harry said happily. "'m so happy for you 'n 'Storie that I had to have a few drinks."

Draco was disappointed. "Harry, let's go home."

Draco pulled Harry out of the car and led him into the flat that they shared.

"'m tired."

"You're drunk."

"Yeah I am." Harry laughed.

Draco helped the other man undress, left a trashcan by his bed, a water bottle on the nightstand and some Advil beside that. "Did you take anything else?"

Harry shook his head no, suddenly lurching for the trash can. "Jus the drinks." He said, wiping his mouth on his hand.

Draco sat beside him on the bed. It had been so long since he'd stayed up and nursed Harry through his drunken state.

The next morning found Draco making breakfast for Astoria and himself. "Is he okay?" Astoria asked.

"He'll be fine, physically. I just hope he doesn't drink anymore. I don't want him to have to go through DT's again."

"Me either." Astoria said, taking a bite of the eggs that were now in front of her. "The baby is starving."

Astoria was very pregnant. She had to have been at least eight months.

The peaceful silence was interrupted by a loud groaning from Harry. "I feel like shit."

"You should." Draco said. "Eat this." He handed him some toast and eggs. "Why did you drink last night, Harry?"

"I don't know. I was just invited to a party by Blake and we ended up there and I just couldn't help it."

"You're not going to drink again, are you?"

"I hope not."