Chapter Thirty: Harry

As Harry was able to finally, finally, make his way back to his apartment with Draco, he felt his frustration die down with every step.

Fucking Zabini. Stole my Draco from me. Assumes he can just take him back. Fucking. Entitled. Asshole.

But I won this time. Harry found himself thinking with a fierce pride swelling in his chest. They were back in Harry's room and he was gently guiding Draco into his bed. Draco's in my bed. Draco wants me, not Zabini.

As Harry covered Draco with the quilt, he realised Draco was shivering rather violently.

'Are you cold?' Harry asked softly, wrapping his arms around Draco and holding him to his chest. Gently running his hands over Draco's body to make sure Draco hadn't been obviously hurt without Harry noticing. Draco snuggled in close, breathing deeply and Harry's heart fluttered.

'I'm not sure.' Draco whispered. 'So much just happened…' Draco trailed off, and Harry seized the opportunity.

'I know, I shouldn't have gotten so angry. But Selene was on the ground, I didn't know if she was injured, and he wanted you. I just wanted him gone. I'm sorry you had to see me lose my temper like that.' Harry rushed out, kissing Draco's head.

What kind of pathetic apology was that, Potter? Hermione would be ashamed.

Merlin, you should be ashamed. Apologise properly you nitwit!

Just as Harry was trying to find the words for a better apology, he was dragged out of his thoughts when Draco propped himself up on his elbow and looked Harry in the eye.

Oh fuck. He's going to tell me I'm not good enough for him. He's going to-

'Harry,' Draco interrupted Harry's racing thoughts. 'Did you mean to cast that magic?'

…Magic? When?

'What magic?' Harry managed to ask in his confusion.

'The magic in that room, to chase off Zabini.'

… there was magic in there? How did I not notice?

'I didn't cast anything. I didn't even have my wand on me.' Harry admitted, becoming briefly distracted by Draco's lips when he turned them in a frown.

Would it be completely unsuitable if I kissed him right now?

Harry made himself look away from Draco's perfect lips and meet Draco's gaze. He was grateful to see Draco looked just as confused as he felt.

Definitely unsuitable right now.

'What?' Harry finally demanded, a hint of his Dom voice seeping through without his meaning to.

'Harry, there was so much magic and power back there. I thought for sure you'd practised that a thousand times. It was … it was terrifying!' Draco did his best to explain the magic that had taken place downstairs in the room below, but Harry couldn't help thinking it simply didn't sound like him.

Although … that does explain why Zabini flew against the wall like that …

Harry processed this information silently, and Draco curled himself back into Harry's arms. Without thinking about it, Harry shuffled so he could properly hold Draco comfortably and hug the blonde tightly.

Harry did his best to remember his actions, his words, what had happened. Selene's terrified expression floated in his mind's eye.

'So that's why Selene was so afraid of me?' Harry murmured into Draco's hair.

'Probably.' Draco agreed through a small yawn. Harry's heart fluttered again. 'You are pretty powerful, Harry. Seeing that kind of untamed power firsthand like that can be pretty scary.'

I mean … I'm not that powerful, am I?

'Hmm.' Harry hummed. 'But it's just me.'

I'm just Harry. Just Harry!

'And you're a damn powerful wizard, Harry.' Draco pointed out.

Draco thinks I'm powerful! Draco has respect for my magical ability! Draco-

'When you cast a spell, everyone in the room can feel your magic. When it's uncontrolled like that…' Draco shook his head slowly, his voice full of awe. 'It's unlike anything else.'

'But I wouldn't hurt any of you!' Harry exclaimed. He made a move to get up and get out of the bed, but Draco surprised him by grabbing his arm.

Draco is still finding himself after being with Zabini … an action like this with that bastard would result in punishment … I can't scare Draco off now.

Harry James Potter, don't you dare fuck this up!

Harry froze, his attention solely on Draco.

I wonder what's going through Draco's head right now? Is he afraid I'll leave, or just afraid of being alone?

He waited patiently for Draco to make the next move. Draco was staring at his hand on Harry's hand, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Eventually, Draco slowly swallowed and spoke up, gently tugging Harry back into the bed.

'Selene doesn't need to see you today, she has Mistress Beth, er, or is it Hermione? Never mind, she's looking after Selene. But right now, I need you.' Draco said, a tiny spark of his old arrogant self, shining through.

'Oh, you do, do you?' Harry teased lightly, brushing a thumb against Draco's cheek. Draco blushed perfectly and leaned up to kiss Harry on the mouth. Harry allowed his body to become pliant to Draco's wishes, wrapping Draco in his arms and kissing Draco back.

Finally.

Harry was stuck somewhere between wanting to completely devour Draco with kisses and aching to pleasure him until he was a limp mess.

But he broke the kiss, made sure Draco was tucked in adequately, and told Draco to get some sleep.

I've got him back. I've got all the time in the world.

Harry fell asleep next to a lightly snoring Draco, dreaming of all the ways he could please his Draco.