Draco awoke the next morning to frantic shaking. His first thought was an earthquake, and he automatically went to gather Harry in his arms. He reached forward, frowning when he was met with empty sheets. The blonde sat up, and the shaking stopped. Draco looked towards the source. Harry.

"Are you alright?" He asked concernedly. Harry shook his head, yanking on Draco's arm to get him out of bed. The blonde complied, quite confused.

"Where's Ron? Did he make it alright?" Draco laughed, tugging his arm from Harry's death grip.

"Harry, he's fine. Father got him a room here in the manor, and is helping him find a job." The raven turned around, relief in his features.

"He...good, good. Can I go see him?"

"Tonight, Harry. There's a rather large dinner tonight. I'll take you and you can see him then." The green eyed boy nodded, pulling on the hem of his overly large shirt.

"Uhmm...I…I don't have any other clothes…" Harry bit his lip, looking at the floor nervously. His blonde haired lover laughed, taking the boy into his arms and pressing a gentle kiss on his brow.

"I'm sure we can have someone make you a suitable wardrobe, love." Draco turned, pulling Harry with him.

"But for now, I'm sure my clothes will do." He led them over to a rather large wardrobe, pulling open the heavy doors and fingering through a few items. The blonde emerged a minute later, a stack of clothes in his hands. Poor Harry had no time to react before he found himself lacking his bedclothes and sporting a huge, silk shirt.

Draco frowned, pulling the shirt off the raven and replacing it with another, all the while mumbling under his breath.

"Tsk, Harry, you're much too thin. We'll be working on that." The raven nodded, fingering the silk on one Draco's shirts.

"That's the one!" Harry looked up; eying the bottle green shirt Draco was holding up against his torso.

"Draco…I can't wear that!" The blonde raised an eyebrow, his smile immediately slipping off his face.

"W-why not?"

"Draco, this is silk. I'll ruin it! I don't even thin-" He was interrupted by Draco's soft lips.

The raven pushed against Draco's chest, leaning back. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, deepening the kiss, and Harry left his resolve behind.

Draco broke the kiss, gasping for air. He tucked Harry's face underneath his chin, rocking them together slowly.

"You are my mate, Harry. Only the best materials may touch your body. No more of that dirty wool. No more of those rank rope sandals. No more cold stream water." Harry relaxed slowly in Draco's arms.

"No more hunting for your own food, or cleaning your own room." The raven laughed, pulling back to look into Draco's face.

"You're going to make me fat, Dray." He sighed, burying his face in the blondes shirt.

"I wouldn't mind." Draco mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss against the top of the ravens head.

"Draco…? Draco?" Harry was currently wandering through the vast amount of rooms in their quarters, searching for his partner. They had about twenty minutes left until the dinner, and the raven had no idea what the usual dress customs were in the manor.

He entered another room, looking around carefully before continuing on.

Harry opened the door to the last room, releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding as he caught sight of the familiar blonde head of his lover.

"Draco?" He asked tentatively, closing the door softly behind him. The blondes head shot up, glancing at Harry with wide, silver eyes. The raven held his gaze, padding over to him softly and settling on the bed. Draco took him into his arms, pulling them close together and sighing.

"Dray…what's wrong? You haven't been yourself at all since tea." Draco stiffened, keeping Harry in a firm grip underneath his chin.

"If it's me…something I did, I could-"

"No! No, Harry." Draco pushed the raven back enough to look into his eyes.

"I'm sorry I've been acting strange Harry. It's nothing you did, never you. I'm just…well, The royal family of Durmstrang will be here tonight. I know that my mother tried to arrange a marriage between myself and Karkaroff's daughter as well as with Parkinson. I know they're not happy, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Draco, please. I'm not a child. I appreciate your concern, but are they really stupid enough to hurt me here?" Harry stood up, placing a kiss on Draco's cheek and heading towards the door.

"Now come on, I need help getting dressed." The raven turned, disappearing through the dim doorway. Draco stood, following slowly.

"I only wish they were smart enough not to try anything here." He mumbled, closing the door softly behind him.