Disclaimer: Oh yes, of course they're mine. Just as the sun is made of ice and money grows on trees. Miss Rowling? If you wish to sue please find someone else, I can't even afford a lawyer let alone a settlement.

Warnings: Sappy morning after scene! I'm sorry, I tried to keep the mush to a minimum, but Harry insisted.

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Blood & Nails.

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Part Thirteen. I Got You

Draco wasn't quite awake but he could feel the hand that was stroking his hip. "Sickles." He muttered, trying to say that it tickled. He shifted a little and smiled, his eyes still closed.

"Are you awake?" The voice sounded close to his ear but slightly muffled. He gave a sigh as an answer and nothing more. "I hope you're thinking of me." The voice muttered into his ear.

"Course not." He mumbled back smiling a little more. "Lemme sleep."

"You better not be thinking of anyone else."

"Hmmm Gel C."

The hand on his hip disappeared completely and he whined a little.

"Ko, wake up." The voice wasn't soft anymore. A hand grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "Ko!"

"Mmmm, what, what? I'm awake." Draco opened his eyes and yawned as he stretched.

"What did you call me?"

"Huh?" He rubbed his eyes and rolled over so he could look at Harry. "When?"

"Just now. You called me Gel C."

"Er, I did?" Harry nodded and Draco started to panic. "Um, I swear I didn't mean to. I don't know anyone by that name." He caught himself and frowned. "Er, do I?"

Harry nodded again. "Yeah, you do. Me."

"What?" Draco slowly sat up, stretching his back and looked down at the other man.

"Gel C. It's what you call me when I'm being stupid. Jealousy. How did you remember that?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Ko!"

"I swear I don't!" He said indignantly. "Sometimes things are different when I'm sleeping."

Harry sat up too and frowned. "Like you can nearly remember when you're asleep? Like a subconscious thing?"

"Yeah. Dumbledore doesn't understand it." He yawned again and lay back down, letting Harry hover over him. "Why Gel C?"

Harry blushed. "Oh, er, you want that story?" Draco nodded, looking curious. "Um, it was four days before we were moving in here. There was so much to take care of, Auror training, moving, packing so we decided to go to a club, have a few drinks try and relax."

Harry shifted back down to his side so he could still stare down at the blonde who was lying on his back. "Basically? We both got very smashed. At one point I had to go to the bathroom and when I got back, you were chatting to this guy. Nothing else, just chatting."

There was a pause so Draco raised his eyebrows. "Well? Go on."

"Er, well, I'm not the best with jealousy when I'm sober, so when I was drunk .... " He trailed off as Draco smirked.

"You overreacted a little didn't you?"

"You could say that, though it would be an understatement. Anyway, long story short, it was a very good thing that we had left our wands at home though a few of the speakers did explode much to the surprise of the muggles. But yeah, ever since then you always called me Gel C when I was being silly about all that sort of stuff."

"But Gel C?"

"Hey, I wasn't the only drunk one." Harry smiled and Draco returned it. "So, are you okay?"

Draco frowned. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I just thought, you know, you might be rethinking your plan about what happened last night." Harry fidgeted a little, not looking him in the eyes.

Draco let him hang there for awhile. "Oh, that." He slowly counted in his head to five. "Nah, I thought it was quite a nice reminder."

Harry smiled and leant down, kissing him lightly. He pulled back and ran a hand over Draco's face. "I love you." He said softly.

Draco frowned and pulled away a little. "Don't." He said, rather harshly.

"What?"

"You can't say that."

"Why not?"

"You don't even know me."

Harry sighed and moved to lie on top of the blonde before he could escape. "Oh, yes I do."

"No, you know ..... "

"Ko, just listen to me for a second, okay?"

Draco stopped trying to get up.

"Okay, I know that there's the whole phantom thing to think about, but the truth is, I know you better than you know me. Would you like some examples? Fine. I know that you like to sleep on the right side of the bed because then you can see out the window. I know that you disappear most nights to go somewhere that you only call your 'Retreat'."

Draco looked surprised at that one but Harry continued on. "I know that you hate to sit around and do nothing when something is clearly 'going on' as you put it. I know that you'd sooner die than let me buy you any sort of clothing without your approval. And I know that when you were five you set fire to your father's hair."

Draco nearly laughed but caught himself. "Who told you that?"

"You. Or the phantom. Do you still want us to call that you?"

"So long as it's not in link with the murders, yes."

"Fine. But the point is, that was basically you. Or it wouldn't have gotten away with it. I know you, and I love you, you'll just have to accept it. For now at least."

Draco bit his lip and nodded a little. "Okay then."

They settled back down and lay there for awhile.

"Shouldn't you be going to work or something today?" Draco broke the peace and quiet.

"God damn it, Ko." Harry shifted to be leaning on his elbow again, looking down at the surprised blonde. "Don't do that! Why do you always have to ruin nice quiet moments like that, you know I hate it? Oh, wait .... I'm sorry."

"Er, that's okay. You can tell me, you know?"

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me what you hate about me. Or what you love about me. Either one. Just tell me about what you think about me. But try not to be too mushy, I can't stand that."

Harry smiled and shifted a little, getting comfortable. "Okay. But I love being mushy, if only to see the revolted look on your face. Um, let see. I hate how you think it's so funny that I get so jealous. I hate how you can't drink coffee unless it has maple syrup in it, I mean, well, just yuck. Um, oh! I hate how once a month you go through my wardrobe and throw out the 'offensive' stuff as you call it."

"I throw your clothes out?"

"Yeah, in a bag, down to the basement where the furnace is. But I should be honest and tell you that I love how you never say anything when you see that they are all back the next day." Harry winked.

Draco snickered.

"Um, I love how you always like things to be neat and tidy, but it never actually occurs to you to do housework."

"Note to self, Harry loves it when I don't do housework."

Harry smacked his stomach playfully. "That's not what I said and you know it."

Draco smirked as Harry chuckled a little. "Um, I hate how you don't like to cuddle, but love how you do it anyway, just for me. I hate it when you get into one of your painting moods, because then I get ignored for days on end. I love how you tell me that I'm spending too much time worrying over work."

"How's that."

Harry smirked. "See last night for details. Er, I hate how when you do work at home, you do it while lying in bed. That wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for the fact that it means I have to shift countless piles of paper for when I want to go to sleep. I love the look in your eyes that you get when we're closing in on our target at work." Harry scowled. "I hate how you won't listen to reason about going into a large, dark building that's full of vampires." Harry tapped Draco's throat, where the scars were.

"Ah, I was wondering about that."

"Hmmm, yes, very annoying. I could have killed you for myself, you worried me so much."

"But come on. We live together, we work together, don't we ever get sick of each other?"

"Constantly." Harry smiled. "But we normally manage."

"By screaming at each other?"

"Well, yes, but the screaming usually leads to sex, so it's all good."

"Ah, I knew there had to be a good side to the screaming, other than to make sure we didn't get bored."

"Exactly." Harry leant down and kissed him.

"Yes, screaming is widely unappreciated."

"Indeed." Harry started to kiss his chest just as a loud noise came from the living room.

"What was that?"

Harry groaned and rolled on to his back. "I'll bet anything it's Hermione. I left a note saying I was coming here and that I'd be back within the hour. Now they'll be panicking."

Sure enough, worried voices could be heard.

"Come on, Ron. He might know if Harry was going somewhere else!"

"You go. I'll wait here."

"You're such a sook!"

The door flew open as Draco sat up. "Draco! Harry's missing and we ...... " Hermione's eyes finally caught up with her mouth as Draco gave her an irritated look.

"I'm sure he's fine." His voice was almost a growl.

"Um, yes ..... er, I'm sure." She stammered out as Harry gave a small wave.

"Hermione?" Ron's voice came from the living room. "Is everything okay? Is there trouble?" He didn't get an answer so he raced into the room and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight. "Oh, um. I think he's okay." Ron's voice squeaked out.

"It would appear so." Hermione, still blushing madly, disappeared out the door.

"You okay Harry?"

"I'm fine, Ron. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you know." The redhead was now staring at the ground. "It's him and he's a ... Well, you know, he tried to slit my throat and everything."

Harry scowled. "Ron! You know that wasn't him."

"Well, it sort of was. It was him physically."

"Yes." Draco drawled out. "And you have no idea how tempting it is to do it again, right now."

Ron nodded hurriedly. "Um, yes, well. We'll just be off then." And then he disappeared, closing the door after himself.

"Well, that was a real good mood killer." Harry muttered as Draco lay back down.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

"Even if I do this?" Draco leant over and kissed him, just behind his ear.

"Um .... "

"Or this?" He kissed his neck and Harry smiled.

"Well, maybe the mood can be resuscitated?"

"Mouth to mouth?"

"Definitely needed."

Draco straddled Harry's legs and dragged him up into a sitting position. "You've yet to remind about the first time you got to fuck me." He whispered.

Harry took a quick gasp in and nodded his head as he breathed his words out. "I think I quite like all this reminiscing."

"I thought you might." Draco gently bit his ear making the dark haired man hum happily.

"Oh, Harry?" The door opened again as Draco thanked the gods that the sheet was still around his waist and therefore covering his arse. A choking noise came from the door way and the blonde half turned to look at Ron again.

"Something *else*, Weasley?" He growled out.

"Er, um, we'll tell work you're not coming in to er, work today."

"Thank you, Ron." Harry called, he lay his head on Draco's chest and gave a small laugh.

"Good *bye* Ron." Draco snarled.

"Yeah bye." And the door was slammed shut.

"You know, I could always claim that Mortel came back, just for an hour or two?" Draco smiled wickedly. "Just came back to finish him off?"

Harry squeezed his arse roughly. "Play nice, my pretty serial killer."

"Awwww."

"Now shut up. I have to help you remember."

To Be Continued.