Chapter 4
Sitting in detention, Harry couldn't help the small whimper that came from his mouth as the words from his parchment were etched on his left hand. As the clock struck quarter to eleven, he looked up as the sound of rustling papers from his left quieted. Picking up his bag and nearly running out the door when the pink toad from hell told him he could go, he stopped when he was five corridors from his and Draco's room. Hitching his bag up higher on his shoulder, he moved his hand up to his face so as too see it better. The words 'I must not tell lies' were carved into his skin. Lifting his wand from were he had kept it hidden in his boot, he pointed it at his hand and racked his brain for a healing spell that would heal the small injury.
"Sanare Secare" he muttered, and watched as the cuts on his hand slowly healed itself. It took a few minutes, but soon enough all that was left of the cut was a red patch and an odd itch. Continuing on his may down the corridor, he stopped when he was in front of the painting, absently scratching the back of his hand as he said the password.
Looking up from his place in front of the fire, Draco smile slightly at the sight of his mate. The small raven haired teen was smiling at him, absently scratching the back of his left hand. Waiting for Harry to walk to him, he couldn't help but frown when Harry walked away from him. Harry set his bag on the table in the kitchen, before walking back over to his blond-haired mate. Grabbing his mates hips in a tight grip, he pulled Harry into his roughly, picking him up slightly to make it easier to set him in his lap. Harry squirmed slightly in his lap, and Draco resisted the urge to tighten his arms so that Harry couldn't move, but instead let his mate get comfortable.
Smiling when Draco let him get comfortable, he settled down quickly, sitting sideways on Draco's lap, legs hanging of one side and his face pressed sideways against the blonds chest. When he stilled Draco's arms were quickly tightened around his waist.
"Why were you late, love?" Draco asked. Scrunching his nose slightly, he buried his face deeper in Draco's chest and didn't answer until a low growl resonated throughout the room.
"Detention. Umbridge kept me late" Harry explained "She made me do lines" He grimaced - it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either.
Sighing softly, Draco sighed and hugged Harry tighter to his body, but refrained from saying anything as Harry snuggled down, his eyes closed. As his mates breathing slowed down, Draco was reminded of the first time he met the Gryffindor as his mate.
- Flashback -
He slipped through the house silently, only his light breathing and slight footsteps heard. Coming finally to the door, a thick, sturdy wooden thing made up of dark colours, not at all matching the rest of the house. Frowning at the multiple locks on the door, Draco ignored them for the moment and unlocked them, opening the door quietly, feeling his mates call become stronger. Striding into the room, the blond took a deep breath and pulled down the duvet obscuring his mate from view, before taking a step back and looking at his soon to be life partner.
The boy was small, curled up on his side, but he could tell by the structure of his bones that they were the same age (the fact that he actually knew his mate went completely ignored). He had a head of long raven hair. His chin was soft, his cheekbones high and his lips full. Reaching out, he touched the raven, feeling the absolute need to touch his mate, be near him. Settling down beside him, he wrapped one arm around his mates waist, using the other to lift the thick, warm duvet ove them both, then wrapping that arm around his mate and tightening his grip. Finally happy, he settled down and closed his eyes, ready for his first night sleeping with his mate.
- Flashback ends -
Smiling at the memory, he slipped one arm under Harry's legs and another around his back, gently picking his mate up. Walking to his bedroom, he stripped harry down to his boxers, and slipped a large shirt over the raven's head. Settling the boy against the pillows, he stripped to his boxers before climbing in next to his mate, and smiling when the younger cuddled up to him. Wrapping his arms around Harry's waist, he settled in for a good nights sleep.
Okay, I know I probably skipped some stuff, like how he got the detention, but its the same as in the book - which I'm sure you've all read. Hope you enjoyed the chapter though, sorry it's so short, I'm still trying to come up with the first big thing.
