"Ginny! Duck!" Luna shouted. So, just another Tuesday morning, then.
Or not.
"Shit! Father's been sighted in Wales. Along with a number of other Death Eaters." Draco read from the paper. Harry looked up from his mail- the Quibbler, a letter from the muggle world (forwarded by the ministry) informing him of his grandparents will, which he had asked for, which left a small cottage and £1000 to Lily and her 'descendants' to do with as they wished, and one box of goodies from the twins.- and held out his hand.
"Let me see." He commanded, rather than asked. Draco knew better than to argue on this matter- he knew how much Harry was hurting for the Weasley's- Percy had died during the attempted takeover of the Ministry, and Charlie had woken out of the deep coma he had fallen into to find his world had fallen dark. He had joined the fight once Lucius had killed Percy-. He lost his sight and many precious memories- but this is not his story. Harry read the article, a frown marring his face. "Ron, owl Molly and Arthur as soon as- I need them to make sure the Burrow is safe, Lucius might head there first, and Charlie needs to be notified, in case he heads to the flat to try and finish the job. Ginny, go tell Professor Dumbledore that I'm going to put up wards around the Gryffindor tower, and Hagrid's hut. Just in case. Draco, is there any where you know you're father might go if he knows the Manor was infiltrated? Anywhere he might use as a hideout spot?"
"Wait just a minute, Boy Wonder, this isn't just your fight anymore, and you're no longer in charge. We don't need to do all that, and Mr and Mrs Weasley probably already know. Charlie's in Romania, on a trial, to see if he can still work using the Sight spell, see, Weasel, I do pay attention to your family, and there's no way they'd get inside the grounds, let alone chance a daytime raid." Draco looked pointedly at Harry, shook his head and picked up a piece of toast from his plate, before leaving in a... dramatical way, before succeeding in drawing the attention of everyone in the hall by calling back
"Come on, Potter, we'll be late for class if you don't get your arse in gear and move like you were last night, we need to get our books from your dorm and go to mine for the potions textbooks for this afternoon. Oh, and don't forget, we have an appointment with your Godparents at six, they have some news. It's probably just what we just found out, but it might be about the you-know-what, so we'd still best go. Come on, Potter." Draco tutted and started tapping his foot, looking at his watch. Harry looked at Ginny and groaned when she smirked at him. He whispered to her
"Why am I with him? We could still make wonderful babies- with awful hair!" Before being dragged out of the hall, a blonde on one arm, a redhead on the other, and a brunette following close behind.
--Seven and a half hours later--
"Oh no you do NOT, Harry bleeding Potter! Stop playing the bloody martyr! You're the one with all the bleeding flaws, as you so righteously proclaimed right at the start of this... this... thing that neither of us appears to enjoy all that much, except for when we're in bed together, which is about the only place we get on in this torrid world, where I now have no home to go to since my fathers 'stunt' and no parents due to a horrific war that I barely made out of alive. You've been pouting ALL
DAY and I will not have it! I will NOT tolerate having a 'boyfriend' who can't stand being around me in public. I know Tuesdays are hard for you, with both double Potions and double Herbology, both with me, but the least you could try to do would be to look like you enjoy the only two lessons I know you actually enjoy in this stupid school!" Draco took a breath. He turned and glared at the young man in front of him, looking like he was on the brink of tears.
"Drake... I'm tired, ok? I thought this 'horrific war' was over, but due to the Malfoy stubborn gene, that you seem to have inherited, your dad's decided to turn back up. I lost almost everything the first time the snaky bastard roped your dad into fighting for him, I only just stopped hell from breaking loose the second time and I will not let him take you away from me.
"You are the only bloody thing in this world that makes me feel remotely alright- all the others either gratify me for saving the world or ignoring me because I'm boring now, but you treat me like you always have. And while I love that in you, I hate it that you can't say I love you and mean it when we aren't having sex. I hate how we always fight, how we always argue, how much I fucking LOVE YOU while you stand there and yell at me, and I'd give anything to just keep you with me, even if it was just you standing there and ripping me a new arsehole somewhere in the vicinity of my heart. This is the world I live in, Draco, a world where war strategies take over when my world, which, by the way, if I didn't make it clear, is you, is in danger. I can't help it, Drake. I can't. This is who I am now, ok? I can't help it. I can't help it... I'm sorry..." Harry fell to the floor, curled up into the corner he'd just backed himself into, sobbing and breaking down in front of the man, no, the boy he loved.
Draco knew he wasn't going to be Harry's world forever, so he just curled up around him and whispered 'I Love You' into his ear a thousand times, meaning every word he said with every fibre of his now, his then, his yesterday and his tomorrow. He couldn't let this go yet. He wouldn't survive without it.
