Hermione broke the couch.
She hadn't meant to, of course, but it was what it was and what it was was that Hermione, 8 months pregnant, was a big unit and that couch was almost as old and she was.
It had taken two cups of herbal tea and all the flattery in the world to stem the unbelievable flow of tears that ensued but when she was finally gone, the couch was still broken.
Harry and Draco stood staring at it with a curious undertone of sadness.
"This is weird..." Harry finally murmured, "It's weird, right?"
Draco paused, "Well, we've had it since we moved in. We christened it that first night."
Harry smirked at the memory, "There was no
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The ground had opened up and Hell itself was slowly bubbling to the surface, unleashing thousands of demons to ensnare his mind and torture him to the point of madness.
That was the only logical explanation.
"Come on, you prat, sit up."
"Deeeeeemooooooons..."
"It's just a hangover, damn."
Harry glared at Draco through the singular gap that granted him vision from under his bedsheet. Lies.
Draco sighed, tugging at Harry's clenched fingers until he could finally pull the sheet away. Harry hissed at the onslaught of light.
"Why do you haaaaate me?" he moaned, writhing with his hands clapped over his eyes.
"Merlin," he heard Draco huff, "