"Do you want to take this?"

Draco turned around at Harry's voice. The dark haired man was holding a book; Draco had to squint to read the title. Moste Potente Potions.

"No, just leave it here," Draco said with a small smile. Harry nodded and turned around, leaving Draco to stare at his backside. If only Harry would let them take a break…

"Stop staring at my ass, Draco." Draco jumped at Harry's voice.

"How do you do that?" Harry always knew when Draco was looking at him. Whether it was from across the Great Hall or across the potions cupboard, Harry would always turn around or look up when Draco looked at him. Then they would share a small smile or a wink and go back to their business.

Harry faced him. "I can feel your eyes on me. I mean, I can always feel someone staring at me, but your stare is different. It's warm while everybody else's just makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. And just then, there was a very warm feeling on my ass," Harry said with a smirk. "Now hurry up so we can get to what you were thinking."

Shaking his head, Draco turned around. His boyfriend was weird. Amazing and wonderful, but weird, and Draco loved him. He was very certain Harry loved him back, or else Draco wouldn't be moving in with him once they graduated from Hogwarts.

It was now Easter holidays, and they were spending it together at Malfoy Manor with Draco's mother. She was the only one who knew about their relationship, which will be a problem once Granger and Weasley find out who the fourth roommate in Grimmauld Place will be. Draco wasn't worried, though; he knew Harry would tell them before then.

"Good Godric, Draco!"

Draco turned to Harry. "What? I wasn't staring at your ass, if that's what you're going to yell at me for," Draco said indignantly.

"No," Harry said with a roll of his eyes. "Is this your passport?" He held out a small red book.

"Yes?" Draco crossed his room to stand in front of Harry, who was flipping through the book with his mouth open. "What about it?"

"It's so full. I thought the Dursley's traveled a lot, but Merlin, you top them." He flipped to a random page and looked at the markings. He recognized the name of one of the places, and pointed to the stamp. "I've been there."

"You've been to the Black Forest?"

"The year we took off to find Horcruxes," Harry nodded. "We camped there for maybe two weeks until we saw a group of Snatchers walk by, then we packed up and moved," he said as he flipped more pages. "All I could remember was it was freezing and no matter how many warming charms and Muggle heaters we put up, our noses were running and our toes were numb." Harry started laughing, startling Draco. "This one night, Hermione kicked us out of the tent so she could take a bath and clean up. We came back an hour later, and there were little ice bits in her hair."

Draco laughed with Harry. He could just imagine the look on Granger's face when she saw the ice clinging to her hair.

Harry sniffed. "Don't tell Hermione I laughed at that. She didn't take it well then; she most definitely won't take it well now."

"What, she hexed you?" Draco asked.

"Oh no, she screamed and threatened us, and that was enough. Good thing there were silencing charms around the tent. Although, if any Snatchers heard her, I'd be willing to bet they would be running away as well."

Draco chuckled. He remembered the one time he was yelled at by Hermione Granger in third year, and he made careful not to be on the other end of her rants. Or her flying fists, for that matter. Though, it never did stop him from laughing at those unfortunate enough to cross her.

Harry flipped through the passport pages once more before handing it to Draco. Draco stared at the booklet in his hands. He knew Harry hadn't traveled much, and wherever he did go, it wasn't on vacation. Draco was sure that any memories Harry had made traveling, they weren't pleasant.

Draco grabbed Harry's waist as he started to walk away. He wrapped his arms around, and began kissing the smooth column of skin at Harry's neck. The dark haired man started to protest, but Draco shushed him.

"What do you say to me throwing this old passport out," he said as he held up the book and throwing it in the direction of the trash pile. "And getting a completely new one?"

"Alright," Harry hesitated.

"And, maybe get you one as well."

"Okay." You could hear Harry's grin in his voice.

"And then, we can go everywhere and anywhere, and fill up our passports together," Draco finished, his sentence punctuated by another kiss to Harry's neck.

Harry turned around in Draco's arms. He brought his own arms up around Draco's neck, and pulled the slightly taller man down to meet his lips.

"I'd like that very much," Harry whispered against Draco's lips, and kissed him once more.