22. Have a Makeout session in a cupboard/unoccupied room

Draco was ignoring the occasional glances being sent his way. Harry was sitting next to him beaming away. Being ... well an insufferable Gryffindor. Seriously he needed to tone down his fiance's excitement. It wasn't Harry who was sending him the glances. It was his two best friends. Weasley and Granger. Though Weasley's glances did not have the look of loathing they once held, nor the look of confusion. Draco supposed that by trying to keep Harry alive and trying to find a cure he had earned some unknown civility from the redhead. Weasley's glances occasionally settled on Harry, then on Granger. Granger however kept looking up from whichever book she was currently reading research.

"Harry, I'm going to break this to you very gently." Draco found himself saying as Harry muttered on to himself jotting down ideas. Harry had not joined in their research tonight. Instead, he was doing his own. Draco loved Harry's insufferable Gryffindor tendencies but he also needed to nip Harry's anxiety in the bud. It was bad enough trying to distract Harry from scrutinizing his appearance every time he looked in the mirror. "Edward is going to be one. He will like anything you plan for him. It's not like he'll remember it."

"Teddy." Harry automatically corrected to his godsons' nickname. "I suppose he will be too young to remember it. I just want his birthday to be special, as every birthday should be. Whether Teddy remembers it or not."

There was a story behind that. Draco was sure of it. After completing number four, Draco had learned a lot about Harry. Not explaining his cousins' stupidity to a level that Draco would take Harry's warning seriously enough. This was another one of those things Harry was not explaining properly. As though Draco would let the remark slide. He still had not forgotten the cupboard incident.

"It might be the only one-"

"Don't go there, Potter," Draco warned. "You're going to see lots of birthdays to come."

"You don't know that my next diagnostic is after Teddy's -"

Draco sighed interrupting Harry again. "As I said, don't go there." Draco was more than willing to wait until the next diagnostic. Even if he wanted to tear everything apart because the wait was so damn long. Draco would wait until then before contemplating Harry's current treatment as unsuccessful.

"You're going to continue being a great godfather because I'm going to do everything in my power to make that so. Even if it means researching until my last breath."

Harry's heart thumped wildly in his chest. That was the closest thing to a declaration in company Draco had ever truly given him.

Draco only felt slightly guilty as Harry lay sprawled out on the library desk snoozing away. Then he noticed exactly what Harry had been writing down. It wasn't to do with his godson's first birthday after all.

To be buried at Godric's Hollow.

Music: Love of my life. Queen. Africa: Toto

Don't ask the Durselys to speak at the funeral

Don't bother with Hymns.

There was a side note. One that warmed Draco's Heart.

Wedding First dance song: Your song: Elton John?

The list had to be muggle songs. As Draco had never heard of them.

"Should you be reading that? It could be personal."

"Harry and I have no secrets, Granger."

Having watched Harry eye himself in the mirror again before they had retired to bed, Draco was fed up with Harry's questioning look. The look that he gave Draco every time he looked at his body in the mirror.

"There's something I've got to do," Draco said to Blaise as they walked up the stairs to the Great Hall, once they had entered Draco approached the Gryffindor table having spotted who he needed to speak with.

"Harry will be with you later today as agreed," Draco forced himself to say when he neared Weasley, Granger, and Longbottom. In all honesty Draco rather Harry spent all his time with him, but he would allow Harry's friends small mercies. "It seems Harry is having a self-image complex at the moment, you are to tell him - no matter if you think he doesn't because he looks frail and unwell - that he is handsome or is dressed nicely or something that boosts his confidence about his image. You will not mention that I have said anything."

"Can't you tell Harry yourself," Weasley said looking rather awkward. "He's your boyfriend."

"Fiancé." Draco corrected.

"Seriously, not this again!"

"I'm not making it up, Harry's even got a ring to prove it, Ask Harry yourselves, we're having our bonding in the winter." Draco said firmly, "but he needs to hear it from someone other than myself. So just do as you're asked and tell him he looks nice."

"Where's Harry anyway? He's always with you."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, Longbottom," Draco said. "He's with McGonagall and the Minister at the moment. Discussing his exams."

Harry however was not discussing his exams. He only told Draco that, so his meeting with McGonagall and Kingsley would sound deadly boring. And so that he would be free to have this conversation alone.

"Hi mate, you're looking good this morning," Ron said.

"Yes, you're looking really refreshed, this morning," Neville added.

Harry frowned. He knew for certain he had woken up with bags under his eyes and he looked like shite. He looked over at the Slytherin table towards Draco, who was chatting away with Pansy. After discovering another photo of them curled up together, Harry was pretty sure he knew what was being spoken about this morning. They really had to set up a way to stop Pansy from having access to the boy's dorms.

"Has Draco spoken to you?" Harry asked turning his attention back towards his friends. Harry had got to the point of understanding Draco's overprotectiveness and it was something he could see Draco doing.

"No!"

Harry didn't believe that no for one second. It didn't help that he could call his friends bluffs.

Harry stretched out his aching limbs later on that night, then rubbed at his eyes. With the NEWTS around the corner, when Harry wasn't trying to revise at the hospital, he was trying to do so at school. The only problem was the treatments made him achier, more irritated, and very sleepy. It didn't help that it had been a long day already.

"Think I'll make my way to bed," Harry announced.

He had been sitting in the Gryffindor common room, in the armchairs by the fireplace.

"You could stay in your bed upstairs."

"And have Draco come looking for me. It will be on your heads if I don't return." Harry laughed them off. Return to his old bed. What were they thinking.

So Harry made his way down to the Slytherin common room. He entered and sure enough Draco had been waiting on one of the chairs for him.

They were alone the only ones in the common room. And Harry was slowly starting to regret the decision to walk all the way back down to the lower parts of the castle. Before he could say anything Draco interrupted his thoughts of curling up together in bed.

"I think we should do 22," Draco said. "Now."

"Here?" Harry gulped looking around the common room, feeling suddenly very awake.

"I know a place," Draco smirked. Harry followed Draco out of the Slytherin common room, down the corridor, down a set of stairs towards the old classrooms and dungeons. "Well in you go Potty or you scared?"

Harry pulled Draco towards him, kissing him and walking backwards through the door Draco had just opened.

Needless to say Harry didn't have any trouble sleeping that night. He feel asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Happy and feeling completely satisfied.