Draco and Harry were in a sort of blissful state after that first date. Their students noticed the change, too, and started spreading rumours of their suspicions. Either way, class became ever more energetic for both of the young adults. Their evenings were spent sending ridiculous notes back and forth across the room using charmed paper birds and planes.
They were having an absolutely blissful time. The few times that Harry had any of his usual complications, it was only a fainting spell, usual before lunch or dinner during a rigorous lesson. Of course, whenever this happened, his students knew to send one messenger to Madame Pomfrey and Rosie in the Hospital Wing, and one to the dungeons from Professor Malfoy, who had given the whole school a stern talking to during one dinner about not having been informed of one of the Head of Gryffindor's spells. Since then, they'd run quickly to his door during the spells.
It was on one such occasion that Draco was interrupted in the middle of an advanced class on Wolfsbane, something he realized his student Christopher Mender required. He was polite enough not to tell the boy he knew that he had been transformed over the weekend at some point. He could tell not only from his new scent, but the new shape of his pupils, which would remain wolf-like until his first full moon, which would be shortly after he arrived back at school on the seventh of January. The Professor was explaining the proper stirring technique when Colin Creevey burst through the door, panting heavily.
"Harry. Fainted. Bleeding. Hospital Wing." Colin spurted between breaths.
Draco paled and nodded to the boy, thankful it was his advanced class this time.
"Adams," Draco pointed to the Head Girl, "Keep them in check. I suppose you can help follow through the instructions?" The girl nodded, "Good, I've made notes in my copy, just follow carefully."
With that, Draco left his class in the hands of a seventh year girl. He took off towards the Hospital Wing as quickly as he could, not caring how he looked as he sprinted down the halls.
When he finally reached the Hospital Wing, his legs were numb and his chest was burning. He rushed to the back room where Harry was often ushered to on days such as this one. Draco burst through the doors to find a frantic Rosie casting charm after charm over the body on the table. Madame Pomfrey was holding her wand to Harry's forehead and chanting some other spell. Draco's eyes went wide. It was Harry.
His forehead had split open right were his famous scar rested and blood was gushing down his face. Besides that, he was violently thrashing about and Rosie was trying desperately to calm his muscle spasms. Draco didn't realize what he was doing, but acted on instincts that he didn't know he had. Feeling a bit like a Gryffindor, Draco climbed onto Harry's body, pinning his legs down by sitting on his thighs and taking Harry's biceps with his hands, pushing him against the bed. Once Draco had him wholly pinned, Rosie was able to petrify his body, stopping the violent thrashing.
Draco climbed off of his boyfriend's frame staring at the twisted face that was frozen in a look of terrible pain. He forced himself to look away when he heard a distant voice calling his name. Suddenly, everything came snapping back into focus and Draco saw Rosie's large brown eyes inches from his face, begging for a response. "Uh wha?" was all that Draco could muster at the moment.
"I was trying to snap you out of it, Draco. Look, I think Harry's having a nightmare. A terrible one. It's never been this bad. Actually, it seems more like what he described to me when he said that Voldemort was forcing his way into his mind, attempting to control him. Have you heard about this?"
Draco nodded his head, swallowing the bile that gathered in his throat, "Just from the other viewpoint. The-the-the no uhm Voldemort would say that he would sleep and think of wanting to find Harry or wanting to kill Harry and soon enough he'd be in his head, watching torturous visions cross before his eyes that Harry would then repeat as his visions. So, I suppose if someone was trying to kill or find Harry and had some sort of link to him, they could cause the visions…"
Now, Draco wasn't even listening to his own conjecture, he was looking over his boyfriend, wanting nothing more than to cool the boiling blood beneath the Savior's tanned skin. He clenched his jaw and turned to Rosie, "But I don't know anyone that would have that sort of access to him, unless they had been in his mind before somehow. I knew that Voldemort, Snape, and probably Dumbledore had done this...but I didn't think anyone else had…"
Suddenly, Rosie's binding charm wore off and Harry's body fell lax against the hospital. Draco turned his attention to the raven-haired boy and went to his side. Grabbing his pale hand, Draco attempted to warm the usually warm skin beneath his as he watched the Chosen One's face expectantly.
Dark lashes fluttered over emerald eyes, which focused and rested on the blur of blond in front of him. Draco grabbed the boy's glasses from the bedside table and placed them gently over the bridge of his boyfriend's nose. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey had stopped the bleeding and Harry had gained enough strength to sit up in the bed.
"Draco, it was so terrible," Harry whimpered, burying his face into the blond's tight chest. Draco stroked Harry's wild hair, trying to calm him. "Look, Harry you can tell me everything later if you want. But I dare say you have some food and medicine about to be crammed down your throat, so you should be ready to cooperate." Harry chuckled lightly, ignoring the pain in his throat, and let Draco slide off the bed after a soft kiss.
An hour of remedies later, Harry was talking and acting normally, despite the newly red scar on his forehead. He was dismissed from the Hospital Wing and, rather than going back to his room alone, asked Draco to accompany him. Of course, they had never spent a night together, but Harry just didn't think he could do without Draco right now.
Draco obliged, and walked with Harry to the Gryffindor tower, helped him through the portrait and into his chambers. On the way, Harry had to stop and explain to several worried Gryffindors that he was okay now and that he'd be up and ready to teach soon. Luckily, since it had been a Tuesday, both Harry and Draco had the afternoon off and had only missed their seventh years.
Once inside Harry's chambers, Draco helped him onto the bed and walked over to his dresser. "How about we get you into some pajamas? Then you can at least be comfortable." Harry nodded, "Bottom drawer on the right. Grab a pair for yourself, as well. I know a spell to adjust the size for you."
Draco did as his boyfriend instructed and grabbed the first two pairs of pajamas in the drawer. One was a black t-shirt with red and black flannel bottoms and the other was a long-sleeve maroon shirt and some black bottoms with maroon and gold lion crests all over them. He laughed at the bottoms, causing his Gryffindor to blush. "These," he held up the maroon pajamas, "are mine tonight." Harry smirked, but remained blushing and reached out for the pajamas.
Draco set the pair for Harry on bed in front of him. "I'll go put these on in the bathroom, then come out here so you can alter them. You go ahead and get dressed in here." Harry nodded and watched as Draco's hips swayed all the way to the bathroom. Then, from his place lying on the bed, Harry struggled to dress himself in the flannel pants, slipping the shirt over his head just as Draco stepped back into the room, but at the sight of the blond, he became awkward and got his arms stuck in the air.
He watched as Draco, whose toned stomach was barely showing due to the shortness of the long sleeves and whose pants were sagging just enough to reveal a trail of white blonde hairs down his abdomen. Harry gulped as his boyfriend walked slowly closer to him. The bed sunk as his knee came into contact with the soft mattress. Soon, his exposed skin was at Harry's shoulders as he got onto his knees to help Harry with his shirt.
The black cloth slid over his head, only catching slightly on his glasses before Draco moved his hands to pull the cloth from another angle. His body was hot and shaking when the blond finally stepped off of the bed and Harry watched his boyfriend's every move. "Are you going to fix this?" Draco asked, turning to show his black boxer briefs that were being exposed by the pants, which were slipping on his thin form. Only his round bottom was doing anything to hold the cloth up properly.
Harry nodded slowly, grabbing his wand from Draco, who had been holding it towards him lazily. He pointed the piece of wood at his boyfriend and used a few wordless spells, estimating Draco's measurements perfectly, to alter his clothes to better fit the blonde. Seeing the Gryffindor colors all over his pale Slytherin did things to Harry that he just couldn't explain.
When properly clothed, Draco crawled into the bed in front of Harry, staring deeply into the lustfilled green eyes with his own mischievous gray eyes. "Harry? You seem distracted?" Draco cooed, knowing perfectly well what was on his boyfriend's mind. Harry immediately flushed and Draco moved to kiss the brunette carefully on the lips. Harry responded eagerly.
Soon, they were in a frantic snog. Harry was getting worked up and Draco could tell. Then, being the evil Slytherin that he was, Draco pulled away and rolled over, pressing himself against what he knew was bothering his boyfriend. Harry let out a low groan that Draco had never heard before. It made his smirk wide to see how his boyfriend reacted to his presence. However, he only snuggled into the pillow he'd been given for the night and reach back to pull Harry's arm over his waist, which the raven-haired man did gratefully, snuggling closer to his boyfriend and resisting the urge to do more than cuddle.
This was a perfect moment. Draco couldn't have been happier, and Harry felt much the same way, all urges aside. When they woke together the next morning, both were well-rested and smiling. Harry allowed Draco the first shower and gave him a towel and robe to put on after.
As Draco did this, Harry took out a pair of gray slacks and a blue button-up and began tailoring them to Draco's measurements. He assumed that Draco would simply wear his belt and shoes from the day before. Then, being the ever-thoughtful boyfriend that he was, Harry even grabbed Draco's jacket from the pile of his clothes that were folded by the closet and cast some charms to take out the wrinkles. He placed the outfit carefully on his bed and pulled out a pair of dark jeans, a white tee-shirt and a green sweater for himself, complete with a brown belt and shoes.
By the time that he had gathered everything, Draco was stepping out of the bathroom, already charmed dry and wearing a red robe that was a bit too short for him, so it showed his pale thighs. Harry gulped, kissed his boyfriend good morning, and hurried into the bathroom before he sacrificed his innocence then and there.
Draco flushed when he saw the outfit folded neatly on Harry's bed. His heart fluttered at the thought that Harry had set aside his own clothes and prepared them just for Draco. His blush brightened when he noticed the pair of black boxer briefs that were settled between the shirt and slacks. By the time he had dressed, slightly embarrassed or maybe flattered that they were all the perfect size for him, even the undergarments, Harry was out of the shower, dressed for the day. He had opened the bathroom door to let out the steam he had accumulated in his hot shower. Draco rolled his eyes at the Gryffindor, didn't he know that hot showers dry out your skin?
Harry called for his boyfriend and Draco hurried in, dressed except his shoes. "What is it, Harry?" "Oh, nothing serious. I was just wondering if you wanted peppermint or spearmint toothpaste? I have both. And here," he handed the blonde a green toothbrush, "your very own toothbrush to join mine." He smiled.
Draco blushed, "Uh spearmint," he picked, not really caring about the toothpaste as much as the sentiment. "That was my guess," Harry grinned, tossing the tub to Draco, who prepared his toothbrush and wet it delicately under the faucet once before joining Harry in brushing, nearly spitting his toothpaste out at the ridiculous faces that Harry was making into the mirror. Draco could imagine himself doing this every morning.
Sadly, it wasn't long before they had to leave for morning breakfast duty. For the first time, they opened the Great Hall together. Harry followed Draco to his side of the staff table, pulling the chair out for him and pushing him inside, stealing Terri Strom's usual spot beside his boyfriend.
"Today is looking to be a perfect day," Harry smiled greatly at his boyfriend, "Wouldn't you say, Drake?"
"Actually, I think it-
"PROFESSOR DINA AND THOMAS ARE MISSING!" a frantic Gryffindor yelled, bursting through the doors.
"It's okay, Felicia, we'll start loo-
A paper bird flew into the room at lightning speeds, nearly spearing Draco's forehead. "Olive and Alexander are missing as well." Draco breathed uneasily to the man beside him.
Suddenly, two Hufflepuffs, Kendall and May Witt, were coming through the door, "Professors, we can't find Xavier and Rebecca!"
A glowing ball appeared in front of the staff table, "Frank Miller and Jamie Darling are not on school premises as far as we can detect. Repeat, the Head Boy and Girl of Ravenclaw cannot be located," the ball flashed once more, then went out. Leave it to Sean Dent to be able to cast a speaking patronus already.
"Harry, I think you've jinxed us."
"I suppose I have."