Returned Fortunes

Harry had already gone home, showered and returned to St. Mungo's before Draco woke. It was a nice day outside, not that one could tell within the windowless room. Draco had a point. Too many walls did feel like a prison. He brought back some clothes for Draco, knowing instinctively that Draco would rather be caught dead than have Brian see him in cotton pajamas. He had also made Draco breakfast. A real breakfast of eggs and a biscuit; fresh fruit from a street vendor and coffee. Draco's eyes were still closed when he stretched in the bed. "That smells wonderful," he said sitting up.

"I thought you'd appreciate it." He handed Draco an insulated coffee mug.

"Thank you." Draco inhaled deeply. "I love you."

Harry wasn't sure if he was talking to him or to the coffee. He smiled and held up a pair of Draco's favorite pants, the dark black ones that tapered toward the ankle. "Look what else I brought." He showed off the olive colored turtleneck sweater that he picked out to go with it.

"You are amazing." Draco said with approval.

"I know." He took Draco's coffee so he could move closer to the round table between the bed and the chair. "And I made us breakfast."

"Hell, Harry." Draco was full smiles of appreciation.

"I'll even help you take a shower and get dressed. There is a bit of a catch though." Draco was watching him with a guarded expression. He gestured for Harry to continue as he picked at the fruit. "I'm meeting with Ron and Neville for a bit. I thought, maybe while Brian was here you wouldn't mind if I left for a while." Harry didn't like telling half truths to Draco. He just didn't want to get his hopes up. If Ron and Neville found something worth reporting he'd come clean. He ate his breakfast to keep his thoughts from wondering any further.

Draco made a face as he ate his breakfast. "I only have selfish reasons to keep you here, so you should go."

"Thanks." Harry lifted his own coffee cup in a salute and Draco returned it. They finished eating in a comfortable silence. It was good to see Draco's appetite returning. He ate lightly as it was; Harry was afraid he'd never gain the weight back.

After they had breakfast, Harry helped Draco take a shower and then helped him dress as he sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing Draco naked today was not helping Harry concentrate. Maybe it was because Harry knew Draco was feeling better, or maybe he just missed his lover, but this time a naked Draco was eliciting feelings of longing within Harry. He did his best to quash and repress them. Draco was better, he wasn't well. Harry's libido was just going to have to take a back seat. Even if Draco's skin was smooth under his fingers. Smooth and cool. Even if Draco demanded to go commando because the boxers would 'show lines'. Harry was having a very hard time keeping his hands to himself as he helped bring the turtleneck sweater over Draco's head. He was doing his best to keep his thoughts in line, really he was, so it was a bit of a surprise when Draco brought his arms around Harry's head as he finished working his arms into the sweater.

Draco pulled Harry close to him, in between his legs and softly kissed him on the lips, once, twice, three times, Harry responding in kind. By the fourth and fifth time the kiss was deepening. Draco slowly slipped his tongue past Harry's lips and then back. Tentative, questing, like a first kiss. Harry welcomed it. That little voice that was trying to peep up and say this was a bad idea was growing fainter and fainter each time Draco's tongue went further and further. Soon Harry wasn't even pretending to hold back. He titled his head, put his hand on the back of Draco's neck and fully engaged Draco. Bursts of pleasure and happiness and wholeness flowed into Harry and he returned the feelings. It felt so good kissing Draco this way. Like the whole world could just melt away and there was just him and Draco.

A knock on the door rudely interrupted the illusion. Harry tried to pull away, but Draco stopped him. "Ignore it." His voice was thick and he was kissing Harry again without listening for an answer. Harry sighed into Draco's mouth, forgetting what he was supposed to be forgetting. Until the the knocking began again.

"Mr. Potter? I have Mr. Malfoy's Invigoration Potion."

Oh, a healer. "Well, damn."

"Well, damn." Draco echoed as he gently brushed Harry's hair into some semblance of order.

"Am I decent?" Harry teased.

"Unfortunately, yes." Came Draco's very disappointed and dry reply as he leaned back on his hands.

Harry took one more look at Draco and kissed his lips briefly before raising his voice. "Yes! Come in!"

The healer came in, some young woman, happy and cheerful with a bubbling potion on a tray. She was going on making small talk without much input from Harry or Draco, until she rounded the large chair that was blocking them from her view. Harry bemusedly wanted to know what she saw, for she stumbled on her next words and her eyes widened. Bright pink flushed her cheeks as she lowered her eyes. She had to move close to them in order to put the potion down. Harry got just a bare hint of mischievousness from Draco before long arms draped around him, one on each side of his neck, locking in an embrace. The poor healer's pink face turned bright red and she hurried to back away. "Um, take it with food. The potion!" She was walking toward the door, eyes on her feet. "Take the potion with food and have a good day."

As the door closed Draco released him and fell back on the bed laughing.

"That was mean," Harry chided, but as hard as he tried he couldn't keep the mirth out of his own voice. "Take this before it fizzles out." Draco sat up and grimaced as he drank the potion, coughing and gagging the entire time. Harry laughed despite himself. "Don't be such a baby."

Draco put the cup down and wiped his face with his sleeve. "Next time you take it then." The potion had a near instant reaction. Draco's pale skin blushed, his eyes brightened, he stood up straighter as strength returned. Even his hair looked prettier. And he was watching Harry with unconcealed longing.

Harry decided to put some distance between them, backing up and away as Draco gave him a knowing look. "I'm going to get Brian." Draco's expression didn't waver except a slight quirk of the lips that Harry ignored. "Do you want me to bring him here or the courtyard?" Draco pretended to think about his answer, when in reality he was silently sending unmistakable thoughts about what he wanted to do to Harry or what he wanted Harry to do to him. Either way involved nude bodies and exclamations of passion. Harry swallowed, but his mouth was dry. "Stop that," he said feebly. His body was starting to react to Draco's teasing suggestions.

"Do you really want me to?" Draco moved to the edge of the bed, patting it in invitation.

"No," Harry said honestly, "but I need you to. I can't concentrate."

"Good. Come back then."

Harry shook his head. "Please, behave. We've made plans today, remember?"

Draco got to his feet, holding the chair's armrest for support. "I remember. I just don't care."

"Hell, Draco." Harry brushed his hand through his hair. It was difficult to deny Draco, especially when Harry wanted to give in so much, oh so much, and Draco was standing there looking at him that way. But Harry's sense of duty got in the way. He took another step toward the door. "I'll be back in a few with Brian. We'll meet you in the courtyard, alright?"

One of Draco's eyebrows lifted. He was amused and thankfully not angry at Harry's decision, though he did cross his arms. "If you think I'd rather see Brian than have you, you are sorely mistaken. BUT," he said before Harry could argue, "I understand. So you better get out of here before I change your mind."

And Harry knew he could do it. Draco nearly made Harry forget everything with just a kiss. If he'd continued with those mental innuendos Harry would have given in and taken Draco then and there. Merlin, but that didn't help either. That image was enough to arouse Harry, though not enough to show through his pants. He took a deep breath and headed out the door, unable to say anything to Draco. At least Draco was amused, sending soundless laughter through their bond.

About an hour later Harry was sipping an iced tea at Ron and Hermione's as they waited for Neville. Harry had completely lost track of the days and had asked where Hermione was. Apparently it was a weekday and she was working. Hogwarts was on Easter break so he had been able to help Ron without his duties as a professor conflicting on his time. As they waited Ron asked Harry how Draco was recovering. Though Hermione had been to see him, Ron kept his distance. It wasn't like they were the greatest friends and Ron had felt awkward. Since Harry wasn't actively shielding he felt a bit of surprise from Draco, followed by appreciation. So Harry had told Ron Draco didn't mind. It made Ron feel better.

Halfway through his tea, Neville arrived holding two thick folders. Now was the time to start shielding Draco. Harry subtly constricted the flow of emotions, like quietly closing a window in a room and no one notices until it was too stuffy. He hoped Draco would be too involved in Brian's presentation to notice as well.

Neville sat at a chair and declined a drink. "Well, which do you want first? The good news or the bad news?"

Harry leaned on his elbows. "Might as well give me the bad."

"We still haven't been able to locate Maximus Cooke." Harry had a feeling he'd say that. Neville was flipping through a file that Harry assumed was Cooke's. "He knows all the tricks, knows all the spells. For all we know he could be hiding in plain site. Shacklebolt doesn't want to start a panic, so word of his disappearance and defection have been kept a secret."

"Which brings up another interesting fact," Ron chimed in from the counter. "There is no record of Cooke or his brother ever being part of the Death Eaters. The way their Dark Marks were so...vivid...Hermione thought that maybe they were real tattoos. Muggle like."

"Meaning what?" Harry said with a frown. "They became Death Eaters after Voldemort's defeat? Why?"

"I asked Hagrid to snoop around," Neville continued. "Apparently there is a resurgence underground. A very quiet group that is trying to honor the Death Eater vows." He rifled through a file and pulled out a few parchments. "Several Death Eaters that recanted their oath to Voldemort have died in the last several years."

"Even when we were Aurors?" Harry shook his head. "Shit. Draco was right. Why didn't we know?"

Ron shrugged. "Cooke. He was our supervisor."

"So, now what?"

Neville closed the folder. "Well, we told Shacklebolt. I guess they go through screening again and like last time they're going to have to re-investigate all the past cases." He glanced at Ron. "They're short staffed. Cooke has been cleverly thinning the ranks. He either failed new recruits or sent them into questionable assignments where they never returned. Ron and I were thinking of going back, helping out. We could use you."

"No." Harry said without pause.

Ron seemed surprised. "Harry…"

"No, I couldn't do it. I've lost faith in the Aurors, I'm sorry. And…" He could only imagine Draco's reaction. The Aurors were everything about the Ministry that Draco hated. An organization with seemingly endless power and authority to work on any scope. Then add in the negative experience with Cooke. Harry couldn't and wouldn't do that to him. It would be too much to ask. "Draco would never understand. The Aurors are an enemy to him. He'd see it as a betrayal." He could see Ron and Neville digesting those facts and coming to terms with it.

Neville nodded. "Well, the good news then." He slid over the other folder. It was nearly twice as thick. "We were curious about Cooke's infatuation with the Malfoy's."

Harry flipped through the file. There were pages upon pages detailing Lucius Malfoy's locations over the past couple years. Every part of his life. Where he stayed, where he ate, how much money he was spending. It was all there. Nearly a quarter through the file changed to Narcissa. Not as much information, but still. Someone was clearly watching her. Toward the end was Draco's. This made the hair on Harry's neck stand on end. Oddly Draco's wasn't the thickest part of the file. In fact, it seemed there was relatively little information on him during the time he lived in London as a muggle. Just blurbs really, parts that could be extrapolated from the Death Eater attacks. What was upsetting was the back half of Draco's file. Once he and Draco started seeing each other there were many more entries. Someone had redacted Harry's name, but it was obvious there had been spied on. "Jesus."

Ron and Neville shared a look. "We found something interesting," Ron said shuffling through the file. He pointed to the beginning of several pages that had the listings of all the Malfoy possessions confiscated as well as the funds frozen and from which accounts. "All of this," he flipped through the pages, "it was never officially sanctioned from the Ministry."

"What?"

"None of this should have been taken, at least, not this list."

Neville handed Harry another much smaller list on a single piece of parchment. "These are the only things the Ministry specifically asked to be removed from the Malfoy's possession. All the rest? It seems Cooke took some liberty."

Harry frowned, looking at the list in confusion. "What are you saying?"

"We're saying that all these funds, all these belongings, they were taken illegally." Neville seemed excited. "We got them released. Draco or his father can claim them whenever they want!"

It took a moment for that to set in and then Harry was smiling broadly. "You know, Draco might actually start to like you after this." Ron and Neville laughed. "Can I have this?" Harry pointed to the parchment.

Ron handed him another slip of parchment with a grin. "I made you a copy."

"This is brilliant." At the same time Harry got a questioning probe from Draco's side of the bond. He wanted to know why Harry was shielded as much. They couldn't have finished at a better time. He relaxed his 'hold' on the bond, opened the window so to say, and openly emoted that he had good news to share. He could feel Draco's curiosity. Harry got up from the table. "I have to go. I'm really impressed you guys and I wish you luck. In the meanwhile, Draco and I will be careful, though he's stuck at St. Mungo's for another day or two or so at least there's that." Neville shook Harry's outstretched hand and he and Ron exchanged a quick hug. "Keep me in the loop," he requested and then he was apparating away.

After a few inquiries Harry found out that Draco and Brian were still outside in the courtyard. Harry made his way through the halls of the hospital. At one time all the halls and turns and quads looked the same, but now Harry was able to navigate the hospital fairly well. It was becoming familiar and with familiarity a sense of protection. It wasn't home though. All hospitals, muggle or wizard, seemed to have a similar smell of antiseptic, illness, and a faint undercurrent of fear. Harry would be glad to be home with Draco and away from this place, though he'd never tell Draco in those exact same words. Draco would seize on his weakness and convince him to take him home. Harry climbed a set of stone stairs that led up to the outdoor courtyard. Somewhere there was a ramp for patients too unwell or weak to walk and who were rolled outside for fresh air. Others, like Draco, were apparated.

Harry inhaled the fresh air deeply as he came up the stairs. A flower was in bloom; it's fragrance soft and sweet. Sunlight filtered through thin fluffy clouds cascaded down on the stone paths and walls and plants. It made Harry glad to be outside. He could also feel Draco's happiness, a counterpoint to his own. Draco was starting to realize how much he enjoyed the sun and being outside. Harry glanced around for Draco and Brian as he walked through the courtyard garden. Around a bend and some twenty feet he saw them. From his vantage point he saw Draco, but unless Draco turned his head to the right sharply he wouldn't see Harry. Brian was sitting next to him on the wrought iron patio furniture, their heads together over papers spread out on the table.

Harry leaned against a stone column and just watched for a moment. Seeing Draco interested and intrigued, it brought a soft smile to his lips. And of course, from this angle Harry was able to appreciate Draco in privacy. So he watched as the sunlight lit up his hair and how he'd brush strands out of his eyes absentmindedly. His hair had gotten longer; he'd need it cut soon. He could just make out the excited pitch of Draco's voice, though not what he was saying. It wasn't that important to Harry. He was just happy that Draco was enjoying himself. Harry watched Draco's animated face, his lips moving fast as he pointed and discussed things with Brian. Harry loved seeing him so full of life. Feeling his moment of voyeurism was coming to a close, Harry began walking toward Draco and Brian. Hello, love. He shared with Draco.

Draco turned toward him with such a lovey smile that Harry felt his heart flutter. "Hi yourself," He answered aloud.

"Have you made progress?" Harry asked as he approached their table. To Draco he opened his thoughts and feelings. The most prominent being how gorgeous Draco looked. Once in reach he kissed Draco briefly, shorter than he intended, for Draco's answering flare of passion made Harry put some distance between them. He could feel Draco's eyes boring into the back of his head, that spot above his heart grew warm. Harry felt Draco mentally caresses him. It was like invisible hands roaming over his body, through his body. Harry glanced back at Draco who was watching him with a twinkle in his grey eyes. Well, two could play that game. Harry imagined trailing kisses on Draco's chin, down to his neck and to his lips. He watched Draco close his eyes and inhale a shuddering breath before he called a truce, withdrawing his mental fingers but not without one last touch. Harry's lips curled up into a smile.

Brian seemed oblivious to the tension between them. He stood and stretched as he pointed at a paper on the table. Harry focused on it, surprised to see blueprints. "I think this could work. It has space and functionality. It's close to the shops and vendors. We'd just need capital."

Draco sat back, brows furrowed. "I think we could manage, Brian. It would just be tight."

"What about you, Harry?" Brian raised his eyebrows. "Looking for a new investment?"

"No," Harry said harsher than he meant. He even felt Draco recoil, surprised at Harry's refusal. Draco knew he had the money. It wasn't even about the money, it was just how final his answer was. Harry pulled out the parchment with the Malfoy records. "Let me rephrase that: you won't need my help." He handed the parchment over to Draco who opened it slowly.

"What is this?"

"Ron and Neville have been digging around. They found something interesting." Harry watched Draco's face as he read through the parchment. The shock hit Harry first, followed by anger and then a dawning realization.

Draco looked up from the paper with the beginning of a smile. "All of it?"

"Just about." Harry shrugged. He could feel Draco's joy and relief spread through him.

Brian cleared his throat. "Someone going to tell me what's going on?"

Draco looked to Harry, asking him to explain. His eyes went back to the parchment double and triple reading the information as if he were afraid it wasn't true. Harry stretched and pulled a nearby chair over to their table. It screeched on the stone, but Harry ignored it, sitting next to Draco. "Draco's family is one of the wealthiest wizarding families in Britain."

Brian's mouth dropped open. "Get out of here."

"However, for the past three years the Ministry...that's our government...has been holding their property and funds hostage."

"Why?"

"Because they're bastards," Draco chimed in.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Honestly, we're going to move past the why. What's really exciting is most of Draco's funds and belongings were illegally seized. All Draco needs to do is go to Gringotts and it's all restored to him." Draco was holding the paper like a lifeline, not quite smiling, but Harry could tell he was immensely happy.

"Like, how rich we talking here?" Brian asked curiously.

"Richer than the Queen," Draco said smugly.

Harry shrugged when Brian turned to him for confirmation. He was used to the idea of the Malfoy's having money. Oddly, it was stranger knowing a poor Draco. Though poor was the wrong word. Thanks to his mother's holdings under her maiden name Draco wasn't poor. He just wasn't throw away money wealthy. He had it back now and a trickle of worry was starting to worm its way into Harry's mind. At first he had been thrilled for Draco. Having his money back was vindication against the Ministry. But what if it changed Draco? What if he wanted to go back to the Wizarding World? Harry had no desire to live among wizards again. Worse, what if some of the worst characteristics of Draco's youth; his arrogance, his spoiledness, his prejudices, what if they returned? Harry couldn't love that Draco…And...he couldn't not love Draco. His stomach turned into a knot.

"Harry?" Draco was touching his knee, bending so he could look into Harry's eyes. "What's wrong?"

His eyes were so gentle and caring. For now. God, Harry remembered those eyes when they had been younger. Cold, calculating, harsh. Harry would die if he saw those eyes again.

"Hey, Brian," Draco said casually, "can you go downstairs and get me a glass of water? I'd really appreciate it."

"Sure. Do I just walk around?"

"They'll find you."

Brian nodded. "Be right back."

Draco watched him round the corner and once out of sight put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "What's going on, Harry?" He touched Harry's heart. "You're all over the place and you look like a deer caught in lumos."

"I don't even know if I can explain it in words. Here." Harry opened his connection to Draco and let all his fear and worry flow out. He wasn't sure how Draco would react, but hadn't he just been on Draco's case to talk to him? Seemed like bad timing to become a hypocrite. He watched Draco's expression, his brows were furrowed and he was frowning.

And then he was struggling out of his chair and onto Harry's lap, wrapping his arms around him and laying his head on Harry's shoulder. "Shit Harry, you think too much."

Harry chuckled as he slowly held Draco, mindful not to hold him too tight on the left side. "Maybe."

"Look, I don't know what will happen in the future, but I wouldn't make such a big decision unilaterally. We're partners, Harry. And, as you keep reminding me, you're stuck with me."

"Partners?"

"Yes, idiot."

Harry grinned and started to feel better. And stupid. Better and stupid. Holding Draco was nice, even if he was all legs. Legs and arms and lips. Lips that were very close to his. Lips that were touching his. Lips that Harry found he needed very much to kiss. Kissing Draco was like filling up with love. Every inch of him responded with goosebumps and chills. Every thought became focused on Draco and only Draco. His skin beneath his fingers, his breath, his chest rising and falling, Merlin, his tongue. No one kissed him like Draco and no one ever would. Because they were partners, soul bonds. Draco was his forever.

"If you wanted some privacy you could have just asked."

Harry and Draco broke apart, surprised but only a little embarrassed. Brian had a knowing look on his face as he handed Draco his glass of water.

"Thanks." Draco said with a grin.

"Anytime."

A healer in light green robes was a few feet away, calling out lightly for Draco. That ended their afternoon together. Draco was due for his potions and Harry needed to return Brian. While he was away Harry made plans to make dinner, to which Draco suggested fish. That was a good protein. Harry readily agreed. They all said goodbye. The healer and Draco apparated away and so did Harry and Brian once they got to the deserted store front.

Harry returned later in the evening. He had gone home and packed a few more things for he and Draco while cooking dinner. Draco suggested they eat in the mess hall, so they did. It was rare that Draco wanted to eat with the other hospital patients. Harry was getting used to the curious glances he and Draco elicited when they ate together, tuning out the prying eyes as Draco spoke about the building that Brian had found. Draco was also eating and not just picking at his food or moving it around like he did sometimes when he didn't think Harry was paying attention. Eventually he ate the entire filet of haddock, which pleased Harry. After dinner they stayed in one of the visiting rooms. It was a large room with plenty of comfortable chairs for family and friends to spend time with their loved ones. There was also an old fashioned chess set that Draco challenged Harry too. Even though Harry told Draco he was awful at chess he didn't believe him, reminded him that he once said he didn't play darts either and look how that ended. So, he still wanted to play Harry. When Draco slaughtered him not once, but twice within an hour Draco finally believed him.

Eventually they made their way back to their room. Draco was much stronger today, but he still needed Harry's support. They readied for the night and got in bed. Harry reached for their book and read a few chapters. Draco fell asleep quickly, lying on his back, Harry's shoulder his pillow. Trying very hard not to disturb Draco, Harry tossed the book on the nightstand and stretched until his fingers reached his wand. He cast the spell to douse the light and then put his wand back. It was dark, but not quite silent. In some ways it was easy to forget they were in a hospital and just not in some mediocre hotel somewhere. Actually, Harry liked that thought better. This was just a temporary visit, this hotel St. Mungo's. Soon he and Draco would be back home together. That thoughts was relaxing enough that Harry soon fell asleep.

A familiar weight on Harry's body woke him up. But this wasn't the weight of a body asleep. No, this body was very much awake, moving, pressing, caressing Harry in the darkness. A cool hand with slender fingers reached down between Harry's legs and gently started teasing Harry, squeezing and pulling. The other hand was on one of Harry's nipples, a mouth on the other. Harry's body was wide awake now, tingling and throbbing. "Draco," he managed to get out in between gasps of air, "we shouldn't…"

Draco didn't stop anything he was doing. "Shouldn't what?" He used his tongue on Harry. It was too dark to see Harry's reaction but Draco could hear the sudden intake of breath. He felt Harry's arousal grow in his hands. "Don't tell me you don't want this. You'd be lying."

"No," Harry felt for Draco and found a bare shoulder, holding it tightly as Draco continued his administrations. "Dammit Draco, but this isn't home. It's not proper."

"Proper?" Draco paused as if to consider, and then started placing kisses on Harry's chest. "I don't give a fuck about it being 'proper'. Do you know what I care about?" He heard Harry shake his head. "I care about this," he used his fingers to trace the entire length of Harry's very hard member, "being inside me."

Harry moaned. "Draco." Harry was still arguing, still not convinced, but his protests were weak.

"Harry, please." Draco found Harry's face in the dark and kissed him until their lungs were fit to burst. "I need you," Draco continued as he kissed Harry's neck, sucking and using his teeth. He could hear Harry breathing deeply and could feel him warring against giving in. "Harry."

That did it. Harry wasn't able to resist Draco when he used his name that way. He guided Draco as they switched places, Draco on the bottom and Harry on top. Draco's legs were on both sides of Harry. He used his hands and felt from knee to hip and dipped down just slightly so he could slide into Draco. Draco sighed loudly as Harry moved in deeper and deeper. There was a sense of the taboo in what they were doing and Harry found it doubly arousing. He couldn't see Draco, but he could feel his body and his bond. He could hear him trying his best to be quiet and all of that combined was driving Harry crazy with desire. He found a rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. Draco was silent except for sighs and gasps. Anything he wanted to share with Harry he did through their bond. Harry not only experienced his pleasure, but Draco's too. The tingling, the heat, the spots in his eyes, the pressure; every time Harry moved Draco felt something new.

Harry knew he wasn't going to last long. It had been too long and Merlin he had missed this, missed Draco's body, missed the feeling of their skin touching, hot on cold. He missed how Draco moved underneath him, meeting his thrusts. He missed how Draco's hands pulled him down to kiss him. He had missed it all. Now that he had it there was no way he could pace himself on not give in. Draco was just too tempting. He bent down and kissed Draco again, still moving in him. "Draco?" He whispered, asking permission, wanting to come but not if Draco wasn't ready. Draco didn't answer him in words; he opened his bond wider so Harry could feel exactly what he was feeling. He wanted Harry as desperately as Harry wanted him. There was no holding back now. Harry thrust deep, Draco answered with a hushed exclamation. He did it again and again and then once more, shaking and trembling as he came. Draco choked on his cry, body arching up as he climaxed.

Sweat was clinging to Harry's face, his neck, his back, and he couldn't have cared less about the mess Draco made on him as he lowered his body down on top of Draco's. He found Draco's lips, salty from sweat and kissed him. A cool hand touched his side. Harry smiled into Draco's kiss and pulled away. "Hang on." He whispered as he stretched and grabbed his wand from the nightstand and cast scourgify a few times before blinding throwing his wand in the general direction of the chair. "There." He felt Draco chuckle. "Do you want to switch?"

"No," Draco was brushing his fingers through Harry's hair. "Stay just like this."

"I'm not hurting your side?"

"No, it's perfect."

Harry could hear Draco's smile and could feel his contentedness. Honestly, it felt amazing to be held by Draco again. Seeing Draco weak shook Harry. He was used to Draco being strong. He was so much stronger than Harry, Harry was beginning to realize now. Whatever was thrown his way he always conquered.

Draco was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "I'm not strong, Harry. If you think I am, it's only because of you." He tightened his hold on Harry's waist. "It's always you."

There wasn't a need to answer that. Harry replied by relaxing into Draco's embrace. They were silent, happy, relaxed. Harry was listening as Draco's heartbeat slowed down, every now and then placing kisses on his chest. "Well, I'll tell you one thing, Love: if you're well enough for sex you're well enough to go home. I'll talk to Luna tomorrow and vouch for you." Draco paused and then started laughing, struggling to keep it quiet. Harry could feel it vibrating through Draco's chest. "Of course, I'll leave out a few details."

Draco laughed out loud at that, and then was pulling Harry up so he could kiss him again. "I love you."

Harry settled down against Draco in his favorite spot, albeit on the opposite side. Draco's shoulder was still the perfect pillow, his chest the best spot for his arm, and their legs were tangled together. "I love you too, Draco." Harry could feel Draco becoming drowsy, his muscles relaxing under Harry's heavier body. "Just imagine, tomorrow we'll be in our bed."

"Hallefuckinglujah."

It was Harry's turn to chuckle. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, Harry."