Books.
It wasn't until Harry made the dangerous move for the fifth time before he fell. When he fell, he fell hard. From the top of the ladder he went down to the floor, taking the bookshelf with him as he landed flat on his back. Books came toppling after him in fast rate. They came down like rain, landing with heavy thuds. His legs and torso were being hit a few times; one of the last books came down, right at his head. Harry saw and on reflex rolled away with a groan of minor pain escaping, hearing the loudest thud next to his head: "Damn. That would have hurt. "
He sat up, almost hitting his head against the fallen bookshelf hooked into another one that had prevented it from crashing down. Harry rubbed his back as he looked at the mess around. He cursed loudly for having to start all over again; it wasn't his favourite way to spend his time. Having to do it twice was even worse. He wanted to kick himself for repeating the same mistake he made earlier this day. He already hated being in here as much as it was.
A pop in the air was heard and his house elf bowed over him: "Master? Yous Ok?"
He waved the house elf away claiming he was alright and if it wasn't time to start cleaning one thing or another or something. It didn't matter really, so long the elf would leave. As soon as the house elf left, Harry fell back and propped his arms under his head with a heavy sigh. In the freedom of his mind he continued cursing as he looked around for points to start cleaning up his own created chaos for the second time.
Half an hour later he decided grudgingly he really had to get a move on and got back onto his feet. With a wave of his wand, having learned some basic check-up medi-spells he made sure he was alright and pushed the bookshelf back up.
Harry knew in his in the back of his mind that spells didn't do well on old books, because really, he was forbidden to use any magic in any way on or near the books; multiple times. Even house elf magic wasn't allowed. Making up his mind, he shrugged and started levitating the books one by one to their place on the shelf. Damn that rule. Damn that ladder. Damn this library. Damn the fact I'll be in trouble later. Damn it all. When he reached eyelevel he started picking the books up by hand. He trusted them onto the shelves venting off his anger. He heard some rips and crackling but he didn't care. Books onto the shelves, no matter how and getting the hell out of the doomed place was the only thing he could think about.
A rough hour later Harry walked into the kitchen and dropped down on a chair with his feet on the table asking Kreacher for coffee. Receiving the cup moments later, he warmed his hands and slowly stirred, trying to smooth out his mood.
Hearing the fire roar in the living room Harry took a deep a breath and put up his best face, giving his partner the smile he always got.
"My Love," Draco stepped into the kitchen and kissed Harry's cheek before he sat down in his lover's lap, an curious smile plastered on his face: "Did you finish the library yet?"
Harry winced but tried to keep his smile in place: "Yeah.."
