The fireplace crackled pleasantly, and the pale, blond mass under the blanket sighed, head resting on his lover's chest. He was safe here, even as Harry read. A dragon could come through the window-he'd be fine, Harry had beaten one. Voldemort? Been there, done that. Spiders? Fuck yeah. He'd faced Lucius Malfoy to court Draco 'properly'. Yeah, he was safe.
Harry smiled as he felt Dray kiss his shoulder before snuggling against him-he knew by now what the other was thinking, and it made him smile-he hadn't really done anything to deserve such praise.
