Chapter 7

"Malfoy, my darling boy, is now really the right time?"

"Harry, my dearest little uhm… frosted cupcake, it's always the right time for sex."

"Draco, my beautiful cutie-puddle muffin who is really very bad at giving pet names, get your hands off my arse, we're expecting guests!"

"I'm bad at pet names? What the fuck is a puddle muffin?' Draco snapped, dropping his hands from Harry's backside and resting them on his own hips. He then added as an after thought "Sweetheart, happy pie."

"What the fuck is a happy pie?" Harry asked.

"Let me show you." Draco replied, and moved in close.

Draco's hands on his shoulders, moving slowly downwards, soft lips pressed against a jaw line flecked with five o'clock shadow, the rustle of shirts sliding off of shoulders and oh wow, who knew his nipples were that sensitive? and ooooh yes right there…

BUZZZZZZZZZZ

"Son of a shit!" Draco swore, as Harry pulled his shirt back on and went to answer the door.

"Hallo, Severus! I'm so glad you showed---" Harry began, but was cut off by Draco who, upon hearing Harry's greeting from the living room, sprinted into the front hallway and tackled the man still standing in the door frame, roughly pushing Harry against the wall as he did so.

"Ouch!" Harry said, as he rubbed the back of his head which had made contact with the wall.

"Ouch!" Snape yelped as got an armful of an excited twenty-something.

"You came! You came!" Draco shouted happily.

"Of course I did, you foolish boy. I'm shocked you didn't ask for help sooner." said Snape stiffly, attempting to back away from Draco.

"I guess I uh…needed to be convinced I'm worth the risk." Draco said slyly, as he pulled Snape into the flat.

"I'm sure." Snape replied, looking Draco and Harry up and down, noticing their rumpled appearances and how they moved in sync with each other as they brought him tea and made sure he was comfortable.

It took all of about 10 minutes of them completing each other's sentences as they explained the situation to him for Snape to realized what was going on between them.

"Saints preserve us, you two are lovers, aren't you?" Snape interrupted Harry just as he was getting to the part where he found out that Draco was his business partner.

"Damn you're good." Draco said.

"Please don't hurt me!" Harry said at the same time.

Draco gave Harry a sharp look.

"What?" Harry said.

"Despite what you may think, Potter, I don't care who Draco fucks, so long as he's happy. And he seems to be, so I'll keep my two cents to myself." Snape said.

"For once." Draco added in a mock whisper.

Snape opened his mouth to protest, but just them, the doorbell rang again.

"I'll get it." Harry said, leaving Draco and Snape alone to catch up. Harry knew that Snape had always been more of a father to Draco than Lucius ever was. Harry didn't know much about Draco's childhood except that it was as bad, if not worse, than his own was.

"Ron! And uhm…Fell, was it? Come in." They heard Harry's voice from the hallway, shortly followed by Harry himself, with Ron Weasley and a man in his twenties, skin the color of dark chocolate who's shoulder length dread-locks were pulled back from his face, highlight full lips and big brown eyes.

When Ron saw Draco and Snape sitting on Harry's couch, he simply raised a single ginger eyebrow at Harry and sat down on the adjacent loveseat.

"Weasley." Draco rose and said by way of greeting. He then turned to Ron's companion.

"Draco Malfoy." He said and held his hand out.

"John Fell. Most people just call me Fell." The man said.

Draco flashed him a smile and said, "Pleasure to meet you."

Harry realized a second too late that Draco was flirting. As he was returning with tea for the new arrivals, he gave Draco a nudge and a knowing look. Draco smirked back; his eye's briefly leaving Fell's face to lock with Harry's.

"So, Fell, where are you from?" Draco asked, taking his seat beside Harry as Fell went to sit next to Ron.

Just as Fell was opening his mouth to reply, the doorbell rang again. Waiting outside were Remus and Hermione.

When everyone said their greetings and settled down in their seats again, with tea and coffee in their hands (from Happenstance, no doubt) Harry got down to business.

He explained the situation carefully, and with Draco's random input, they manage to get through without leaving anything out.

"That's why we're attempting to re-assemble the Order. We're obviously not doing our jobs right if Death Eaters are brave enough to openly attack someone. And we can't risk Voldemort coming back. We owe Draco our lives and we can't have him being taken now." Harry finished.

"But, what about your magic, Harry?" Remus asked.

"When Voldemort was killed, the Death Eaters who weren't sent to Azkaban bought Malfoy Manor from the Ministry after they took it from my family. The Manor has a library with a book on Hogwart's system of magic. It's Harry's only hope for getting his magic back. We'd be killing two birds with one stone."

Draco said.

"What do you want us to do?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, I know that you're better at research than anyone else in the world. We need you to find the blue prints for Malfoy Manor. They should be in the archives at the Ministry. And the book is written in Middle English, and you're the only person I know who speaks that. Remus, and Snape, we need members of the Hogwarts staff in order to separate Harry from Hogwarts. And no one is better at covert operations than Snape. Except maybe Draco. Ron and Fell, you're the most successful team of Aurors the Ministry's had since my parents. If anyone can bring down Death Eaters, it's you guys."

Harry had been looking at people as he addressed him or her, steeling them with a determined look. All of them seemed willing to help.

"I'd just like to say that you. It's against my nature to ask for help, but I really appreciate it." Draco said.

"Your welcome." Everyone murmured.

"We'll meet back here, in a fortnight." Harry said, as everyone got up to leave.

Draco and Harry said their good-byes and invited everyone to visit the coffee shop some time.

After everyone had left, they lay on the couch; Draco's legs entangled with Harry's, both of them content to just do nothing for the rest of the day.

Harry was squirming slightly as Draco gently sucked his collarbone.

"I think I might actually like you." Harry said playfully.

And then there was an explosion and the world went black.

A/N What? What? Hey what are you guys doing with those weapons? No! Don't hate me! Okay, so yeah, I haven't update in six months. And yeah, I just left you with the worst cliffhanger. And yeah, this chapter was incredibly short. But uh…uhm…I love you? Ahhh…don't hurt me! I do have an explaination. I won't get into it, but things in the Real World (yes, life outside of fanfiction) have really sucked, but I'm out of school now, and I've got a whole summer to write. So just read and review! Thanks to Sonny and Laura and Natasha.