Feet : Draco and Harry

A blonde man riffled through an oak set of drawers, flinging things all over the room. Grumbling, the man slammed shut the drawer and pulled out the one below it. "Come on Dray," moaned the brunette who lay on the bed they shared, "just come to bed." He was about the same as the blond, but of a bigger build. "Got- to – find them," grunted Draco in response to his boyfriend. "Please" the brunette pouted, shifted to lean on his side, "we can get up a bit earlier tomorrow to find them", he continued. Draco turned to face his boyfriend who lay on the bed they shared. "Harry! You know how important this is to me." However Harry just continued to stare at his partner. Finally Draco gave in and sighed, exasperated from his long day. He made his way over to the bed, perching himself on the edge. After he had removed his socks and shoes he felt the bed shift as Harry crawled up behind him. "Dray? …" whispered Harry in a sickly sweet voice, so close to Draco's ear he could feel the warm breath on his neck. "What is it now Harry?" Draco knew he had been off with Harry for days now, he didn't mean to be, he just so stressed out with work, working overtime so he could have the next few days off. He was grateful that he had Harry, and that Harry hadn't said anything and hadn't been treading on eggshells around. That he couldn't handle. "Your turn to turn out the lights".

"Fine, I've just got to get undressed first."

When Draco was up and about to turn off the lights he decided he was going to try harder with Harry. He could not expect Harry to put up with his attitude much longer. Draco climbed back into bed, where Harry was already rolled on his side pretending to be asleep. The grey-eyed man grinned to himself as he carefully planted his feet on Harry's thighs, knowing how much Harry hated feet and the cold. "Holy Crap Draco!" exclaimed Harry turning to face his giggling partner, who just snuggled his feet further between Harry's legs. "REMOVE THOSE… THOSE… THINGS NOW!" there was a silence before Draco replied,

"Erhhh… No, it's rather warm and cosy."

"Dray. Please. You know how much I hate feet." Harry sounded defeated, "please."

"Arhh, but these aren't just feet, these are Draco feet he grinned mischievously."

Harry smiled sadly at the memory as tears danced silently down his face. He closed and re-opened his eyes, willing, desperately to wake up from this nightmare. He would anything to have those feet snuggled against him now. It had been weeks since the news and Harry had not left his apartment they had previously shared. Many friends had called round but Harry still refused to eat properly. He also refused to take off Draco's dressing gown that his blond boyfriend had been wearing that horrible night. Harry was scared that if he was to take it off or shower, he would wash away any essence if Draco away.

Tears continued to dance silently down his face as harsher sobs began to rack his ribs.

"Harry?" rang the voice of Remus Lupin as he knocked on the door. Harry slowly made his way over and opened it to his two godfathers. They all walked through to the kitchen where Remus started to unpack the shopping they had brought round for Harry whilst Sirius sat with Harry at table after he had switched on the kettle. Both Remus and Sirius had taken to the task of feeding Harry since the tragedy. "So Harry," began the dark haired man, sat opposite him, "the arrangements have been made, everything's ready… all we need is a date. We thought we would leave this to you to decide. You need to be ready first." Harry remained silent, as did Remus and Sirius waiting patiently for a response. "Tomorrow" Harry clearly stated before he stood from where he sat and turned to leave. "S-so soon?" stuttered the lighter hair man of the two, when he got stares as a response he decided to expand, "d-do you feel your ready? I mean you haven't even showered and you-you hardly eat anything." Harry continued to stare blankly at his godfather, when Sirius declared, "he's ready".

The following morning as Harry stood in the shower, letting the water rain down on him, he reminisced on memories of him and Draco. Tears mingled with the water from the shower.

Harry and Draco were finally ready to leave. Harry was locking the front door whilst his blonder, taller boyfriend was downstairs putting the bags into the car boot. When Harry came downstairs Draco was already sat in the passenger's seat of their little mini cooper that Harry had insisted they buy and even worse, use. The brunette got in the car and started the engine. After half an hour of driving Draco got bored and decided he would go through the checklist with Harry once again.

"Toothbrushes?"

"Yes," sighed Harry.

"Hair stuff?"

"Yes." Harry decided to switch off form his boyfriend, answering yes wherever it was required. After all, his boyfriend was Draco Malfoy; there was no way they would have forgotten to pack anything. Harry was suddenly brought back to reality by Draco's sudden outburst. "Oh crap I feel like we've forgotten something. Damn, but I can't think what though."

"OH NO! Draco forgotten to pack something, never, I think the world is ending. Someone save us!" Harry mocked.

"Not helping Harry. I know it's important...but what?!"

"I dunno Dray, erh, wash stuff? Underwear? Rings? Erh-"

"YES! That's it. The rings." The blond then frantically began searching the car. "God-Damn-it Harry. We're going to have to turn back round." He then pulled out a black velvet box from his inside pocket. "There they are Dray hunny, no need to panic." Smiled Harry.

"And the inscriptions say the right thing Harry?" Harry nodded, but this didn't satisfy Draco. "your sure?"

"Yes," sighed the brunette, "I made sure of it myself."

Harry finished off in the shower and dried off his hair. When he left the bathroom he felt much fresher and prepared than he had done before. His head was much clearer. He felt ready.