December 25: 6 years 9 months

"Merry Christmas, Draco," Narcissa said softly, waking Draco up.

"Christmas?" Draco asked, shooting up in an instant. "Yay!" He hopped out of bed and raced down the stairs. Narcissa laughed, picking Dragon up and following her son.

Draco was already on the floor, ripping through the presents. "Oh my gosh! Look at this! Wow! I love it! This is so AWESOME! For me? In RED? This is my favorite! No! THIS is my favorite! GAH!"

Lucius and Narcissa stood off to the side, watching Draco surround himself with wrapping paper and ribbons. "Best Christmas ever," Lucius whispered, kissing Narcissa.

"Mhm," Narcissa murmured, smiling. "Thank you."

"Thank you," Lucius said in turn.

Halfway through, Draco couldn't contain himself. "We have to get Daddy's present now!" he exclaimed, grinning wildly. Narcissa laughed, nodding. Draco ran into the kitchen, Narcissa close behind. They came out with a red plate piled with gingerbread snaps. "Merry Christmas, Daddy!" Draco crowed, nearly upsetting the plate in his eagerness to hand the present over.

"You shouldn't have!" Lucius said, hugging his son lovingly. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome!" Draco said. "Me and Mum made it. It's a surprise. Taste it!"

Lucius did just that. "Mmm… Delicious," he said, nodding in approval.

"Delicious, Mummy!" Draco said, jumping up and down. "Can I try now?"

"If Daddy wants to share, sure," Narcissa said.

"Daddy," Draco said, narrowing his eyes.

"I suppose," Lucius said, sighing in mock defeat.

Draco laughed heartily, taking the crooked cookie from the plate. Once it was stuffed in his mouth, he said, "Yofrefengt ummy!" He ran around to the back of the tree and crawled under it. He had made sure to hide his mother's present far inside so she couldn't find it. He backed up once he got his hands on the folded parchment. He had spent a whole hour on it, making it pretty. He ran to her, swallowing his cookie quickly. "Merry Christmas, Mummy!" he said, crumbs over his lips and spraying out of his mouth.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Narcissa said, opening up the parchment. "Oh," she gasped.

"Do you like it?" Draco asked, climbing up on the couch to sit on Lucius' lap. "I'll show you everything." He pointed to the green angel with yellow hair. "That's you, Mummy," he said. Then he pointed to the small figure standing on the bed. "See, that's me!" The angel was reaching towards the boy. "I'm so happy! I'm smiling, see?" The room was blue. Blue walls, blue bed, blue chairs, blue table, blue door. "And that's Harry!" Draco said in excitement, pointing to the tall figure standing by the door. "He's not happy yet. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Narcissa asked breathlessly.

"Because his mummy is in the sky. But I'll find her. She has red hair! Isn't that silly? And she's so nice. Like you, Mummy. She's an angel like you. And when I grow up, I'm going on an adventure. When I get my broom, I'll find Harry's mummy and he'll be happy. Like me. See? That's his present."

Lucius looked troubled as he glanced at Narcissa. She was shocked beyond speech. "What do you know about Harry, Draco?" Lucius asked quietly.

"Harry? Oh, he's my…" Draco paused. He was about to say 'mummy' but that wasn't right. He frowned. "He's my… um…"

"Your what?" Lucius urged.

Draco shook his head, looking distant. "I– I don't know… He was my mummy," he said. He looked at Narcissa nervously. "Not anymore. He was my mummy because I couldn't find you. And I'm his mummy because he can't find his mummy. Is that okay?" he asked, fidgeting with his shirt.

"What?" Narcissa asked incredulously. "You're his mummy?"

Draco nodded, feeling uneasy. "Because I… I love him so much. And he loves me so much. And he said that my mummy will love me more than ever. You love me more than ever, don't you?"

"Of course," Narcissa answered, her eyes wide.

"He– he was sad. He was crying. But he said he was happy. And he loves me! He's nice, Mummy. He's really nice. He– he can read me books and he… he draws with me. He tells me stories. And he hugs me like this." Draco squeezed Lucius crushingly. Maybe if he told them all the nice things about Harry, they would want to meet him too. "He can make that blue chair green! He showed me. It's magic, Mummy! He can change the colors anytime I ask him to. And Theo says –" He gasped, snapping his mouth shut and clapping his hands to his lips, looking horrified.

"Theo?" Narcissa asked, looking equally horrified.

Draco shook his head vehemently, wriggling out of Lucius' lap. "Nothing," he said, backing away.

"Draco," Lucius said sternly. "Who's Theo?"

Draco stopped guiltily, eyes filling up with tears. Theo was a secret. Theo was supposed to be a secret that Harry kept with Draco. He wasn't supposed to say anything to anyone. Not even to Mummy or Daddy. He shook his head, tears falling. Harry was going to be mad at him now.

"Who's Theo?" Narcissa asked, getting off of the couch and crouching in front of Draco. The boy shook his head, sobbing. "We won't do anything, Draco. We just want to know who Theo is."

Draco stepped forward and hugged Narcissa. "Harry's going to be angry at me," he cried.

"No, he won't. I won't tell him anything. I just want to know who Theo is," Narcissa insisted.

Draco gulped down his sobs, burying his teary face against Narcissa's shoulder. "Don't get mad at him," he said piteously.

"I won't."

Lucius frowned in awareness. "Wait," he murmured, grabbing Narcissa's attention. "Theo… as in… Theodore Nott?" he asked.

Narcissa's heart stopped. "Nott?" she choked out. "No…" She looked down at Draco in shock. "What did he look like?" she asked, panicked.

"He's nice too, Mummy. Don't get mad at him. Harry loves him too."

Narcissa's mind reeled. What was happening?


Ron, George, and Charlie shuffled outside 12 Grimmauld Place, fighting off the cold and their nerves. "Remind me again. What's the worst thing that could happen to us?" George asked.

"Besides growing green teeth? Permanently? Nothing at all," Charlie said, rolling his eyes. "Bad idea. Let's go home."

"No. It's Christmas and I'm not letting Harry mope in the house," Ron said stubbornly. He pulled out his wand and inhaled deeply to gather courage. He touched the tip to the doorknob and awaited the assault with clenched eyes. And he waited. And waited. He opened his eyes. "Um…" The door opened without fuss. "That was easy…"

"Yeah," George said, not convinced. He pushed Ron through first. "Better you than me."

Ron stumbled into the foyer. Nothing. Charlie followed carefully. George had his wand out in front of him, ready to fend off any booby-traps. "Harry?" Ron called out, his voice cracking. Charlie scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Think he's still sleeping?" Ron asked.

"Considering how it's seven in the damned morning, yes, I think it'd be safe to guess that he's still sleeping," Charlie muttered. "And we just broke into Harry Potter's house."

"It's alright, really," Ron said, venturing upstairs. "I mean, I'm his best mate and all. He won't mind."

"Oh no, of course not. Why would I mind if three redheads broke into my house?" George asked.

"Shut up," Ron grumbled. "I'm just… being a considerate friend. Checking up on him. Besides, Mum's giving me hell." They stopped in front of Harry's room. He knocked softly. "Harry? Don't get mad," he implored loudly.

"Smooth."

"Go fuck yourself," Ron growled, shushing George. He knocked again. "You in there, Harry?" he asked. He got no response. He tried the handle. It was unlocked. "Think I– Whoa!" Charlie and George pushed him in.

Harry jerked awake at the commotion, blinking furiously. He lunged for his glasses and his wand reflexively. Once he could see and had his wand pointed at the door, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

"AAAAH!"

Harry dove under the sheets and Ron fell back through the doorway into Charlie.

"What?" Theo and George exclaimed, the former jerking awake and the latter stopping his brothers from falling over. "What?" the two murmured, hearing each other. George peeked inside Harry's room and got an eyeful of a shirtless Theo. "WHAT?" the two shouted, Theo burrowing under the blankets with Harry while George staggered back onto Ron and Charlie.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Harry swore, his eyes wide as he stared at Theo. Theo, on the other hand, was trying to stop his hysterical laughter.

"Who– wh– that– that's not Harry," George stammered.

"Not Harry?" Charlie asked in confusion. He frowned at his paling brothers and peeked into the room. He saw two lumps under the sheets. "Oh…" he murmured, stepping back. "He… has a guest…"

"IN THE SAME BED?" George shouted, horrified.

"GEORGE?" Harry yelled in mortification. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"YOU HAD SEX ON CHRISTMAS EVE?"

Harry whimpered, hugging Theo close to him. "This is the most embarrassing day of my life," he groaned.

Theo laughed, kissing Harry airily. "I'll fix that right up," he whispered. "WE DIDN'T SHAG."

Harry kicked Theo out of his bed. Ron nearly fainted. George's mouth fell open. Charlie snickered behind his hand.


"No. Narcissa, just– calm down," Lucius said, pulling his wife back.

"I can't!" she argued, tugging her hand away from Lucius. "They let that… that… they let Nott near my boy! How dare you tell me to calm down?"

"It's not the same!" Lucius exclaimed. "Don't you see? Theodore is– He may not be like his father."

"May?" Narcissa asked hysterically. "First it's Potter, now it's Nott?"

"Potter helped us stay out of Azkaban, Cissa. I hope you haven't forgotten," Lucius said, trying to appease his wife.

"I don't care," Narcissa nearly shrieked in rage. She looked every inch an angry goddess, ready to smite the first unsuspecting soul that crossed her path. "If either of them laid a finger on Draco, I'll bury them." She swept out of the study, purpose in her step.

Lucius swore lowly, scrambling out of his chair. "Stop!" he said desperately. "Don't do anything, Narcissa! They– we– we're on probation. Remember?"

She didn't answer, striding to the front door and flinging it open. She stepped out and disapparated. Lucius froze, torn.

"Daddy…"

He turned to Draco, who was crying silently by the banister. "Draco," he groaned in empathy, rushing to his son and picking him up. "Don't cry, buddy. It's okay."

"Mummy's angry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Draco wailed.


"And how on Earth did you get in the house?" Harry groused, trying to fix his hair as he padded down to the kitchen blearily. He was followed by the four men, three looking extremely uncomfortable. Theo wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, just for the reactions. George sounded as though he were swallowing his tongue. Ron groaned, dragging his feet. Charlie rolled his eyes. Harry didn't seem to notice, leaning into the touch. Theo smiled in triumph.

"We… um… we just…"

"Broke in?" Theo offered helpfully.

Ron harrumphed, expressing indignation. "Yeah. That sounds about right," Charlie answered.

"Sheesh," Harry said, shaking his head. He motioned for the men to take the barstools. "Coffee?" he asked. He was met with nods. He waved his wand at the cupboards. "This is Theo, by the way."

"Should we be glad that you know his name?" George asked weakly.

Harry chucked a spoon at him, grabbing another from the cabinet. "They've been dating since the beginning of school," Ron explained.

"You never told us?" George exclaimed, smacking his younger brother over the head.

Harry froze, blinking at his counter. He whipped around, looking at Theo. "I slept!" he said in shock.

"Hmm?" Theo asked, rummaging through the pantry.

"I slept!" Harry repeated, laughing incredulously. "Oh my gosh!"

"So easily pleased," Theo muttered. "You don't have bread? What a dump…"

"At least it's better than your–" Harry was interrupted by a sharp rap on the door. He looked at Ron pointedly. "See? That's how you do it," he muttered, walking towards the foyer. "Try it next time," he added, chuckling as he opened the door.

He staggered back when he was met with Narcissa and her wand. "You," she spat out. "I want to know everything you did to my Draco."

"What?" Harry asked, holding up his hands.

"And I want to know everything you told him. Right now!"

"What are you… what?" Harry asked, exasperated.

"You let Nott near my child? How dare you?" she asked, fury turning her eyes steely.

On cue, Theo walked into the foyer. "Do you– oh…" he stopped, staring at Narcissa. "What's she doing here?" he asked, moving quickly to stand beside Harry as he pulled out his wand.

"I don't know," Harry said helplessly.

She looked at Theo with loathing. "I don't want either of you near my Draco again, understand?" she asked, shaking with anger. "Never."

"We didn't do anything," Harry exclaimed. "What did we do?"

"You have no right telling him you love him," she said, tensing as the three Weasley brothers appeared.

"What's going on?" Charlie asked uncertainly, halting as he saw the drawn wands.

"Nothing," Harry said quickly. "Just… go back in, okay?"

"No," George said, walking up to Harry. His wand was drawn too.

Rustling sounded behind Narcissa. Lucius stepped in, appearing ruffled from the snow and wind. He looked horrified by the scene in front of him. His wand was out reflexively. "Narcissa, go home!" he exclaimed.

"No!"

He tried to get her to look at him. "What are you trying to do?" he asked helplessly.

"I want to know if they did anything to my boy," she said, angry tears slipping. "I want to know what they did to Draco."

"We didn't do anything," Harry said, looking near tears as well. "Why won't you believe me? I didn't do anything."

Lucius stepped between them, looking his wife in the eye. "You're scaring Draco," he said quietly.

Narcissa's rage slipped at the words. "What?" she asked brokenly.

"You're scaring Draco," Lucius repeated. "Please. Let's go home?"

"But they…"

"Didn't do anything. They didn't do anything," Lucius finished.

Narcissa blinked at her husband. She pushed him aside and looked at Harry. "You are forbidden to come near Draco. He doesn't need you. He's never needed you. Understand?" she said with abysmal finality, turning on her heel. Lucius was at a loss for words, looking at the stunned group of men. He didn't say another word, stepping out of the house and closing the door behind him.

Harry fell to his knees, unable to breathe. Too soon. He needed to see Draco. He needed to tell him so many things. He needed to hug Draco. Kiss him. Love him. Even if Draco didn't need Harry, Harry needed Draco. Everything inside him churned. He was losing it. He had been trying so hard to keep it together. He hugged himself, keeping the pieces from falling apart. Tears spilt unhindered but Harry refused to make a sound. He felt arms holding him steady. Theo's arms. He couldn't breathe. He shook violently. He couldn't do this. Not again. Everyone he loved…

Narcissa stopped at the top of the stairs, upset when she clapped her eyes on Draco's defeated figure standing on the snowy pavement. She ran down to him and hugged him. He held on tight. "I'm sorry, Mummy! I'm sorry," he cried.

"You didn't do anything, honey," she said, an ache gnawing at her heart. "You didn't do anything, Draco. I'm sorry for scaring you."

"Don't be mad at Harry," Draco gasped out. "Don't be mad."

Lucius knelt down with them against the sweeping snow. "What were you trying to prove?" he asked his wife, wanting to understand.

"I don't know," she sobbed. "I don't know anymore. I wanted to– I wanted to make sure he hadn't hurt Draco. I don't know."

"Do you really think he's capable of hurting Draco?" Lucius asked. "He's not like the men we know, Narcissa. There are good people. He's a good person. Do you understand? He's Harry Potter, for Merlin's sake!"

Draco stilled. "Harry?" he asked thickly. "Harry? Where?"

Narcissa's gaze slipped to the door involuntarily. That was all the prompt Draco needed. He pushed Narcissa away and scrambled up the stairs, slipping on the ice and pressing his gloved hands over the railings as he raced towards the door. Harry…

Harry felt a pang in his stomach. He wrapped his arms around it. He wasn't strong enough for this. He wasn't. He felt faint. He fell limp against Theo. "Shit," Theo grunted, nearly falling over from the full weight of Harry on him. "Harry, please." Harry wasn't responding. He was trembling instead, tears wetting Theo's shirt. "Harry," Theo said insistently, trying to shake Harry out of it. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't strong enough.

The door flung open. "Harry," Draco panted, roving his eyes over the men in front of him. He stopped at Theo's frightened expression. "Theo," Draco gasped.

Narcissa was right behind her son. "Draco, don't you–" The words froze in her throat when she saw Harry in Theo's arms.

"Harry! Draco's here, Harry. Please. Draco's here," Theo whispered urgently.

Harry couldn't hear anything through the fog. He wouldn't see Draco again. Then… that means… Draco's– "NO!" Harry screamed, clapping his hands to his ears. "No, please," he sobbed.

Soft hands pulled him away from Theo. Without anyone to hold him up, Harry was on his hands and knees. Warm breath ghosted against his ear. He couldn't hear it. His mind was screaming in anguish. He would never see Draco again.

"Harry."

Harry jerked, looking up. Draco blinked at him. "Don't cry, Harry. Be happy now. I'm here."

Harry let out a strangled cry, wrapping desperate arms around Draco. A crackling blue shield bloomed around them. Harry was going to keep Draco safe. He was going to protect Draco from getting hurt. Draco rubbed soothing strokes on Harry's back. "Draco?" Harry asked, needing to make sure.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Draco asked in turn. "Why are you crying?"

"I missed you. I missed you so much," Harry sobbed.

"I missed you too," Draco whispered. "I love you."

"I love you more."

Draco nodded, worried. So worried. Harry was so sad. "Merry Christmas," he said weakly, hoping that would cheer Harry up.

"I didn't get you anything," Harry cried, pulling Draco onto his lap. He pressed wet kisses on the cold boy.

"I didn't get you anything," Draco murmured, holding onto Harry's shirt and leaning against the shuddering heart. "That's okay, Harry. We'll make cookies."

Harry chuckled miserably, the wandless magic draining him. He made Draco stand up in front of him. "You're so grown up now, Draco," he said, brushing the boy's hair down. "So grown up."

"And I'll grow up until I'm like you, Harry," Draco said proudly. "Then we'll go to school together. Right?"

"Right," Harry whispered. He wouldn't mind dying now. Draco was alive. Draco was safe. Draco was happy. His vision flickered before shutting off. He fell to the side, his shield fading away.


December 26: 6 years 10 months

Harry awoke to the evening light. He blinked at the window on his room. What a wonderful dream… He smiled sadly, wiping away the tears that were on his cheeks. He sniffed back. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt child-like hands on his back. He gasped, sitting up. Draco smiled cheekily, hiding under the sheets. Harry whipped around, searching. Draco shifted, tickling Harry's side. "Draco," Harry breathed, throwing the covers off.

"Harry!" Draco squealed, tackling him into the mattress. "You're awake!"

"Draco," Harry murmured in euphoria. "You're– you're here?"

"I'm here!" Draco grinned, hugging Harry close. "I'm here! He's awake, Mummy! Daddy, he's awake!"

Harry turned his head so quickly, his neck cracked. He winced as he clapped eyes on Narcissa and Lucius, who were on the couch. Blushing in mortification, he extracted himself from Draco's hug and pushed the boy away to the end of the bed. He tried to get out of bed, but decided against it when he realized that he was in his pajamas. "I – um… s– sorry," he stammered, reaching for his glasses that was on the bedside table. Once it was seated against his nose, he kept his eyes on his lap.

Draco paid no heed, crawling towards him and tugging his chin up. "Hi!" Draco said brightly, planting a firm kiss on Harry's cheek.

"Hey," Harry said quietly, hugging Draco lovingly. Closing his eyes and pretending he wasn't being watched helped.

"Harry…"

"Hmm?"

"I love you?" Draco said hopefully.

Harry laughed, lighter than air. "I love you, Draco," he confirmed, squeezing Draco tighter.

"So… Want to eat yummy soup?"

Harry opened his eyes now. "Really?" he asked, smiling faintly.

"Very yummy soup."

Draco was coaxing him. "Did you eat?" he asked, raising his brows.

"Yes. Now you eat, okay? After, we'll make cookies," Draco said firmly.

With a clearer head now, Harry let go of Draco. Memory of Christmas day filtered through his sleep-addled mind. He stopped from cringing. He had fallen apart in front of everyone. He wondered how Theo was doing. He sat up taller. Draco made himself comfortable on Harry's lap. His fingers tangled against Harry's, playing with them. "How's your new home?" Harry asked softly, trying to keep the conversation away from the guests in the room.

Draco grinned. "It's so nice!" he said, disregarding Harry's efforts to talk amongst themselves. "I have my own room with a big bed and lots of clothes and lots of books. And I have so many toys, Harry! You should come with me. We'll play. There's lots of room in my house."

"Hmm…"

Draco kept his eyes downcast, looking at Harry's hands. "Are you sad, Harry?" he asked hesitantly.

Harry shook his head. "No," he murmured.

"I'll find your mummy soon. I just need to get a broom first," Draco said.

Harry frowned and asked, "Broom?"

"Then I'll go up in the sky and bring her down. You'll be happy. Won't you?"

Harry sighed. "You can't, Draco. You can't bring her back," he said. "She's… she's can't come back and see us. Do you understand?"

Draco didn't seem to by his expression. "Why not?" he asked.

"Because she's… not here," Harry said quietly. "She can't come back here. She's… dead."

Draco's eyes grew wide in horror. "What?" he asked, leaning in. "What did you say?"

"Do you know what that means?" Harry asked, swallowing hard. "She can't come back anymore."

"She's dead?"

Narcissa had heard enough. She was about to get up when Lucius stopped with a steady hand to her arm. She glanced at him imploringly. He shook his head. She sat back down, uncomfortable.

Harry nodded. "I'm sorry. I should have– I should have told you. I didn't know if you– if you understood. Do you understand?"

Draco's eyes were downturned again, his fingers clenching Harry's crushingly. "She won't come back… She's gone," he said heavily.

"She can't come back…"

The room was silent. Harry was feeling miserable again, but to have Draco in his arms was a blessing. He would keep this moment in his mind for as long as he lived. Even if Draco was taken away after today, he wouldn't mind. Draco knew that Harry loved him. That's all that mattered. A tear fell on Harry's hand. His stomach twisted painfully. "Draco," he groaned, untangling his fingers from Draco's hands and hugging him. "I'm sorry."

"You won't be happy ever again," Draco sobbed. "I don't want you to be sad. Don't be sad."

"I'm not sad," Harry insisted helplessly. "I'm not."

"You are," Draco argued through his tears. "You're so, so, so sad. And if your mummy is dead then you won't… you can't…" His words faltered.

"My mum died when I was a little boy. It's okay. I'm not sad. It happened so long ago," Harry said. Draco twisted Harry's shirt in his hands. "I'm happy when I'm with you, aren't I?"

"You are?" Draco asked nasally.

"Yes. I'm very happy when I'm with you. Remember?"

"Because..."

Harry smiled. "Because you love me. I'm happy because you love me."

Draco shook as his sobbed. "Are– are you– are you happy when– when you're with Theo?" he asked, gasping between words.

"Very happy. I'm happy when I'm with Theo. I'm happy with I'm with Ron and Hermione. I'm happy when I'm with you. It's okay even if my mum died. Because I have all of you. Right?"

"Why were you crying, then? Theo was hugging you. Why were you crying?" Draco challenged Harry.

Harry closed his eyes, feeling tears wet his eyes as Draco cried. "Because… I thought… I thought I wouldn't get to see you again," he said brokenly.

Draco reached up and kissed Harry's cheek. "You see me now, right? You see me now. Don't cry," he said, his tears pressing against Harry's. "Because… if you cry… I feel like crying too."

Harry shook his head in alarm, trying to stop. "No, don't cry," he said, kissing away Draco's tears. "Don't cry, Draco."

"Okay," Draco whispered, drying his face against Harry's shoulder. "Only if you stop crying, Harry."

"I've stopped. I've stopped crying…"

"Okay," Draco sighed, placing his hands on Harry's cheeks and brushing away the tears. "Because now you have to eat soup. Remember?"

Harry smiled miserably. "I remember," he said.

"Mummy," Draco said, looking at Narcissa. "Harry wants soup now."

Narcissa snapped out of her reverie, breathing again. She nodded and got up, blinking at Harry. "I'm really sorry," he said in response, wiping his eyes and nose. She nodded again, walking out of the room to find her way into the kitchen. Theo stood upright when he saw her.

"He's awake," she murmured, moving past him.

Theo entered the room hesitantly. He found Harry on the bed with Draco on his lap. "You," Theo said, his voice strangled from the stress.

Harry looked sheepish. Lucius took that as his cue to leave. "Come on, Draco. Let's go help Mum," he said.

"No," Draco groused, pouting.

"Draco," Lucius said sternly.

Draco's pout grew in intensity. He hugged Harry quickly. "I'll be right back, okay?" he said.

"Okay," Harry replied, nodding and wondering who the child was in this relationship. Draco crawled off the bed, jumping down. He scowled at his father, stomping out of the room. Lucius rolled his eyes, following his son out. Theo was left with Harry.

Harry was knocked against the headboard as Theo rushed at him. "Don't ever do that to me again," Theo whispered hurriedly. Harry couldn't speak. He hugged Theo close in response. "Because I'll kill you if you do," Theo added. Harry smiled faintly, pressing against Theo's warmth. "Then you'll really have something to cry about," Theo finished. Harry chuckled. "I love you…"

"I love you too," Harry said, sighing.