A/N: Here's a very short chapter, purely for the fun of it. I think it's rather sappy but oh well. Sap is what my stories are all about. Itchking of Angmar your name is so amusing! And to Mayhem's Angel, review whenever you can darling, I'm just so happy you like what I write!(by the way, if Draco wanted to keep a horse-sized Dragon in his house, no matter how impossible, he would find a way-he'd probably sulk till the house enlarged orsomething. HAHA)To green-eyed blonde I have a H/D obsession too. HAHA! So there. Thanks to Weirdgatina and Iceboll for the encouragement! Well, enjoy!
Conversing
"What do you see when you see a Boggart?" Harry asked casually while burying his face further into Draco's chest.
"Have I not told you this before?" Draco muttered into Harry's hair, eyes half closed with contentment.
"No. I bet it's something embarrassingly frivolous. Like yourself with reddish hair and a sunburn." Harry snorted as he said this.
Draco's face was twisted in a grimace. Partly because the image Harry described was truly horrific and partly because Harry's words came close to the truth-when he was younger at least.
"It used to be an image of me…with freckles and fat legs" Draco mumbled all of this very fast. His cheeks tinted red, not just because of the firelight.
Harry's amusement was unmistakable. He guffawed and giggled and snorted, as Draco tried to throw Harry off himself and onto the floor.
They both ended up on the floor.
In a tangle of limbs warmed by the dancing fire.
"You said 'used to'. What is it now?" Harry whispered, lips just inches away from Draco's own.
"You. Hurt. Or leaving." Draco's words were tentative and almost fragile.
"I'm not going anywhere. Not without you." Harry murmured before catching Draco's lips with his own.
They remained a tangle of limbs throughout the evening.
And when Draco decided it was time for a leisurely bath, Harry let him go off first, opting to watch Draco sashay into the bathroom.
"Your legs do look a bit fat now that you mention it." Harry smirked.
"And you know you love them." Draco smirked right back.
With Harry near him, with him, safe, nothing could scare Draco.
Not even porky legs.