"…and that was only the first day of classes, Harry. The other day Severus caught him using canary cream filler on pastries that she picked up for herself." He paused at the sly grin that was quickly spreading over his husband's face, "What is so amusing about this?" Lucius finally asked.
"Nothing. It just reminds me of a certain rivalry of my own with someone's son," Harry said with a smirk that would make Draco proud.
"Oh really? Then you are just lucky that that person's son said no physical activity or I would just have to – somehow—get that lovely smirk off of your lovely face." Lucius said with a delicious wink that made Harry's cheeks feel hotter.
"Hmm, it is too bad. I agree," Harry said, sharing the joke.
"It is sad, Harry, but I need to go teach a class of Gryfindores and Slytherins. I need to get there before they kill each other over some stupid disagreement about quidditch or some such."
Harry mockingly said, "Fine, Fine, I should probably get some sleep anyway. Don't take so many points from Gryfindore either. It is harder to make them look earned the more points I have to give." Harry said this cheekily.
"Harry, you should have been a Slytherin," with that Lucius gave him a light kiss on the cheek before leaving their rooms to stop what was probably becoming a boxing match.
It was only an hour after Lucius left that Harry decided he really needed to go to the bathroom. He ignored the dizziness that came when he got into a sitting position and then to actually stand. After two steps the room began to spin. He tried to get back to the bed, but found that his legs would no longer support his weight. When Harry collapsed, he didn't even feel his head give a dull clunk on the stone floor.
Draco had just finished out organizing the stock room, and decided to make his way down to the Potter-Malfoy chambers at a leisurely pace. It was about an hour before noon when Draco made it to the rooms.
"Slither" he said, a smirk on his face at the reference to muggle music. It still surprised him when he had heard his father's and Harry's taste for rock music, a lot of it American at that.
Draco walked through the portrait of Godric Gryffindor and Salizar Slytherin playing cards(he honestly didn't know where they had found it, but knew it fit their humor). He walked through the rather modern designed living room to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. When there was no answer he slowly opened the door, thinking that he did not want to wake Harry if he were asleep.
When he saw the sight before him he cursed fluently and slammed the door open.
A/N: short chapter. sorry.