Draco woke up the next morning when he heard a noise from the kitchen. He was about to sit up abruptly when he realized that Harry was still on top of him. His face softened for a moment and he gently brushed Harry's hair out of his face before he noticed that if Harry was still up here with him, someone else had to be downstairs in the kitchen.
He tensed and managed to gently push Harry off of him without waking him up, then slipped on his boxers and slowly made his way downstairs, armed with his wand.
He wasn't prepared for what he saw next, namely one Albus Dumbledore sitting on the kitchen counter and eating a bowl of cereal. Draco managed to just stare for a moment before he cleared his throat to make his presence known.
Dumbledore looked up and gave him an amused smile. "Good morning, Mr. Malfoy. I do hope you slept well," he said around a mouth of cereal, rendering Draco completely speechless.
What was he doing here? How had he found them? Why did he have to show up now, of all times? Why did he have to show up at all? What was he going to do now? Was he going to take Harry away from him?
All those questions popped up in Draco's head and he squared his jaw at the last one, clenching his fists. He wouldn't let anyone take Harry away from him. He'd done nothing wrong; Harry was back and old enough to decide what he wanted. And the previous night, he had made up his mind. He wanted Draco.
"You're worried," Dumbledore interrupted his stream of thoughts, "that I am going to take Harry with me, aren't you?"
Draco looked up in surprise and forced himself to close his mind, even though he didn't have the impression that Dumbledore had used Legilimency.
"You care about him, don't you, Draco?" Dumbledore continued, looking at him with those damn annoying, piercing eyes. Draco took a deep breath and slid onto the table, nodding.
"I do," he said softly. "And that's why I had to take him away. I didn't force him." He looked at Dumbledore intently, needing the other man to understand this. "He showed up at my door and I just couldn't let Mungo's ruin everything I've achieved. He's talking, Dum- Albus." The fact that the older man had used his first name made Draco more confident. "He's talking to me, he's… He's back. I'm not sure if he's ready to talk to other people but he is talking to me, and…"
"And he's in love with you," Dumbledore said knowingly, and Draco looked up in surprise, earning a smile from the other man. "It's quite obvious that you are too. When I heard that you were taking care of him, I already expected something like this to happen."
Draco looked at him searchingly. "And you're okay with this?" he asked hesitantly, nervously fumbling with the fabric of his boxers.
Dumbledore lowered his eyes and chewed on the last of his cereal before placing the bowl into the sink and casting a cleaning charm on it. "Like I said; I expected it," he said then, looking back at Draco. "And I know that you care more for him than anyone else in this world; maybe even more than I do. So yes. I am all right with this. I know you wouldn't let anything happen to Harry, and you're a powerful wizard, Draco. You have the power to protect him and I know you'll give your life to make sure that Harry's safe."
Draco frowned and thought about this for a moment. He'd never actually thought that far but… Dumbledore was right, probably. He nodded slowly and pulled one of his legs onto the table, resting his chin on it. "So, how did you know we were here?" he asked, making Dumbledore's eyes twinkle in amusement.
"Really, Draco, who do you think I am? I knew you were here all along, and I thought now would be the right time to pay you a little visit," he said, and Draco had to grudgingly admit that it wasn't that surprising that the most powerful wizard in their world had found out about their whereabouts. He still didn't think that this was the right time for a visit, but… whatever.
Before he could ask any more questions, he was distracted by a noise coming from the doorway behind him. He turned his head and found Harry standing there in his t-shirt and boxers, watching them silently.
"Harry," Draco said affectionately, giving him a reassuring smile. "You do remember Albus, don't you?"
Harry nodded shyly and made his way towards Draco, clinging to his hand as soon as he found it. Draco slid an arm around him and squeezed Harry's hand. "He's not going to hurt you, Harry," he said softly, kissing the other boy's cheek. "He's one of the good guys, remember?"
Harry nodded hesitantly but still didn't talk.
Dumbledore was watching all of this interestedly, noting how Harry and Draco clung to each other and how comfortable they acted around each other. "Hello Harry," Dumbledore said, keeping it at that. He, too, had millions of questions he wanted to ask Harry, but right now he had to gain his trust.
Harry cleared his throat and squeezed Draco's hand more tightly before managing a small smile. "Hello," he murmured in a soft voice, making both other men relax.
Draco made breakfast for the two of them then while Harry and Dumbledore talked. He risked a glance at Harry more than once, needing to reassure himself that Harry was fine with this situation. They had breakfast and Dumbledore let them know what had been going on in London during their absence. The hospital had been looking for them all over, but he was positive that they had no clue where they were. Dumbledore himself was the only one who knew where they were and he wasn't going to tell anyone, which made Draco breathe out in relief.
He had been thinking a lot lately, thinking about not going back at all and just building up a life here with Harry. They could live as Muggles, even though Draco wanted to teach Harry how to handle his magic. He had yet to talk to Harry about all of this, along with many other things, such as their love making the previous night.
Dumbledore stayed all day, and Harry became more and more comfortable around the old man. And when Dumbledore decided it was time to leave at the end of the day, he Disapparated with the promise of visiting them again soon.
When he was gone, Draco knew it was time to talk to Harry about what they'd done the previous night. He gently took his hand and pulled him onto the couch, smiling when Harry immediately took that as an invitation to snuggle.
He wrapped his arms around him protectively, stroking the silky, messy locks of thick hair and kissing Harry's forehead. "How are you feeling, love?" he asked softly after a moment, closing his eyes when Harry's fingers brushed over the soft skin on his neck.
Harry was silent for a moment but Draco could feel him smile against his neck. "I'm feeling good," Harry admitted and looked up at Draco, giving him a small smile. "Today was nice."
"It was, wasn't it?" Draco agreed, sighing in relief when he was sure that Harry hadn't been uncomfortable at all. He took a deep breath, then decided to breach the subject of the previous night. "Harry… What about last night? Are you… I mean, do you have any questions about what we did?"
Harry looked at him curiously, searching his eyes, and Draco was overwhelmed with a surge of adoration for his Harry. He kissed his nose gently, then his lips before reluctantly pulling back to let Harry talk. Harry gave him a small smile and shrugged. "We made love," he said softly, surprising Draco. Harry snickered and bit his lip, blushing a little. "You're surprised that I know that? It was in that one story you read to me once, remember?"
Draco did and gave him a smile, still stroking Harry's hair gently and biting his lip thoughtfully. "You said that you loved me," he said almost shyly, fighting a blush as well. "Did you mean it, Harry?"
Harry looked at him with a brief, insecure smile and Draco could feel him tense in his arms. "O-Of course I did," Harry said unsurely, and Draco mentally kicked himself for doubting the other boy. "What about you?"
"Of course I meant it," Draco said, and he did. He had never been in love before, had never told anyone he loved them, mainly because he didn't lie to people. But this time, he did mean it. He was in love with Harry. "I do love you."
Harry's smile filled Draco's heart with joy and the force of Harry's hug overwhelmed him completely. He wrapped his arms around him and was surprised when Harry climbed onto his lap and straddled him.
He pulled back a little and glanced at his younger boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, gasping softly when Harry pressed his erection against his own rapidly hardening cock. "I want to make love again," Harry said softly, and Draco had never seen that wicked gleam in his eyes before, as he grinned. "But this time, I want to be on top."
Draco was stunned.
Tbc…
