Harry sat in the front seat of Draco's car, humming softly. Draco was driving them to dinner. They had just gotten the kids dropped off, and we're heading to the mall.

"So, where did you want to go?" Draco asked.

"Uh, I don't care." Harry told him, tapping his foot softly on the car door. "Burgers?"

"Sure," Draco grinned, parking the car. He opened Harry's door for him. "After You, m'lady,"

"Shut up," Harry laughed, getting out of the car.

"Faggots," a white guy with a muscle shirt and camo baseball cap snarled from behind them. He was with some girl with shorts up to her ass and a shirt that barely covered her boobs.

"White trash." Harry shot back. Draco snorted and grabbed his hand, running away from them before they got angry.

"I cannot believe you just said that." Draco laughed when they got into Five Guys.

"What? They were making fun of us," Harry pouted.

"My hero," Draco said, going up to order.

Harry offered his food, then got his wallet out. "You better put that away, Harry Potter." Draco said, handing the cashier his card.

"But Draco," Harry whined.

"No buts. I'm paying. I insist." Draco said, signing off on the payment. He put his wallet in his pocket and led him to a table after getting their drinks.

"Okay fine. So after this, we go to the bar?" Harry asked, sitting down across from him.

"Mhm, and we get drunk. Well, you get drunk. I'm driving." Draco said.

"Aw now I feel bad," Harry pouted again.

"Ah, shush. I'll have a drink or two and then switch to soda." Draco said softly.

"Oh fine." Harry said. "Next time, we're getting drunk at home."

"Sure, Harry." Draco chuckled, going up to get their food. He came back and set it in front of them. "Now eat up, we need to get to that bar."