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Draco curled up beside Harry and threw a blanket over the both of them. Harry gave a watery smile and a thank you and put his head on Draco's shoulder, the blond rubbing circles on his back as he cried. Everybody was coming back tomorrow.
"I don't think I can face them." Harry sobbed quietly, and Draco placed a kiss to his forehead. They hadn't had an actual kiss yet, but they gave affectionate hugs, and little kiss to cheeks or forehead. Draco liked to kiss Harry's nose, for the simple reason that his nose was adorable and it made him blush.
"You don't have to. I'm going to kill them." Draco muttered in singsong voice. Harry giggled weakly. He picked up the mirror from the table and muttered 'Hermione Granger.'
"What is this?" she asked, picking up a wrapped present. "Oh no! Harry's cloak. Oh… what did I send him…?" She muttered, pulling at her frizzy hair. "he's going to hate me…" She sighed, hugging the present to her chest.
The mirror went clear again and Harry set it on the table.
"So no granger murders?" Draco asked, pretending to be disappointed.
"No granger murders. Unless she bought me that cloak for quid ditch that was way too expensive and she shouldn't have. Then you can kill her." He replied with a little nod. Draco laughed and brought a hair up to play with Harry's messy locks, smiling when he saw goose bumps travel all the way up tans arms.
"I'm still killing the redhead of all evilness." Draco muttered.
"Only if I can help. I've had practice, remember?" Harry teased. Draco inwardly did a happy dance around the room. Harry was slowly, but surely getting over his past.
"Gladly, love." Draco smiled, getting to his feet.
"Hungry again?" Harry asked, stretching like a cat and getting up as well.
"As always." Draco smiled.
"Honestly, I have no clue how you stay so skinny! All you do is eat." Harry laughed. They walked up a flight of stairs, down a long corridor, up another flight of stairs, across another flight and reached the kitchens at the end of another corridor. Harry was panting lightly.
"That's how. Stairs of Doom!" Draco made an odd voice, like a character, Zim, from a show he had seen at Luna LoveGoode's house, when his mother had gone to visit them after the war. That show had always stuck with him, and he rarely made the 'Zim voice' unless he seriously trusted someone.
"You're a loon." Harry laughed. "doom this and doom that, you sound like dear old volders." Harry used the term Draco had come up with. After having the raving lunatic at your house nearly everyday for your whole life, he lost his scary quality and turned into a deluded old uncle. At least, he did for Draco, who was rarely phased by anything, and had often sent the so called dark lord into sputtering fits with his lethal tongue laced with poisonous words.
"He wasn't bent on doom, so much as lemon drops." Draco mused, rubbing his pointed chin absent mindedly.
"Like Dumbledore?"
"Exactly, only he demanded you bring him one every time you spoke to him. He was such a joke sometimes, it's hard to believe he had so much power."
"Well, he wasn't ever loony around me. He scared me shitless more than once." harry shuddered.
"Multiple personalities, and none of them normal or friendly." Draco quipped, grabbing a large bowl of strawberry, chocolate, butter pecan, cookie dough, bear claw and mint ice cream and tucking in. Harry grabbed a spoon an set to the other side, while nibbling on a bit of pastry as well.
"We're sweet-oholics!" Draco laughed, licking a bit of chocolate from the corner of his mouth.
"Definitely." Harry smiled licking the edge of his spoon. Draco coughed into a fizzing soda from an elf and looked away. The train bringing the students back should have been there by now.
Just as Draco came upon that thought Hermione slumped in. she was frizzier than ever and her eyes were puffy. She looked up and spotted Harry, who had ice cream on the tip of his nose hat Draco desperately wanted to lick off, and launched at him.
"Oh Harry, I sent the wrong gift, and I know you said not to buy it but I did and what did I send you and why's Malfoy here, where's Ron and why do you have ice cream on your nose?" Hermione rushed in one breath. How did she do that? Draco wondered, swiping the ice-cream off Harry's nose with a finger and licking it off.
"I know, I know, a moldy old potions book, we're… friend… things, don't say that fucking name ever again, and I didn't know I had ice cream on my nose."
"Wow. You two are absolutely fucking bonkers." Draco raised an eyebrow, wondering how on earth Harry processed the who speak, and even more so how he answered appropriately.
"Why aren't you talking to…um.. You know who?" Hermione asked. Draco snorted into is ice cream at the choice of calling.
"Because he's a backstabbing arsehole and if he says one word to or about harry I'll skin him alive and make a leather coat for his mum." Draco snarled. Hermione looked absolutely shocked and Harry laughed, earning another shocked look.
"Thought about it much?" He asked, flicking a bit of ice cream off his tie.
"But of course love, what else was I supposed to do as a ferret?"
"Love? Ferret?" Hermione asked. Looked between them both. "Explain. Now."
And draco, did the explaining, causing harry to blush a few times, and Hermione to get very , very angry.
"I'm sorry. If draco wasn't going to kill him I would." Hermione vowed, grabbing another spoon and taking a huge bit out of the ice-cream
"I'm glad you don't hate me, too, Hermione.." Harry said, grabbing the girl in an embrace.
"It wasn't your fault, Harry. You can't save everybody and they knew that when they offered to fight for you. You shouldn't have to face all this guilt."
"Thank you." Harry sniffled. Damn it .. Draco mentally swore. She made him cry again.
"here." Draco muttered, handing harry his silk handkerchief.
"Thanks."
"Hermione? Are you in here?" the weasel called. Draco saw red as he walked up and clapped harry on the shoulder with a greeting.
"Get the fuck away from him." Draco snarled in unison with Hermione.
"What? Hermione? Wh--" He never finished his sentence as draco smashed a bottle over his head, which was handed to him helpfully by a menacingly grinning dobby.
"ok, gotta run, gotta run, now." Hermione muttered, grabbing draco and harry by their arms and walking crisply out of the kitchens.
And consequently getting a few odd looks.
"where did you get the bottle from?" harry asked, looking madly pleased.
"Dobby." Draco smiled, grabbing harry round the waist and doing the I-smacked-a-weasel-over-the-head-dance.
"you two, are loons." Hermione laughed.
"yes, very happy loons!" Harry giggled. Draco couldn't help it, he bent the total inch he had over harry and kissed him. After his brain caught up an started panicking profusely, harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and slipped a tongue out to tease Draco's lips, inviting him in. It was sloppy, and harry bit his own tongue once, but it was spectacular in Draco's eyes and he mentally did a jig of joy around the room.
Then he looked at a rather flustered Hermione.
"sorry." Harry muttered.
"Don't be. That was hot…" Hermione stated in a shell shocked manor.
"Hermione!" Harry cried, blushing in the infernally cute way. Get turned into a ferret once, and your soft and cuddly for all eternity. Draco mentally pouted at himself.
"Will you shoo, so we can snog properly?" Draco asked with a raised brow.
"If I must." She sighed, grabbing one of Draco's lusty muggle romance novels and sulking off.
"Now…"Harry smiled, dragging him to the couch.
Thank you so much pansy…
Ok. I lied there aren't more chapters. it's just the right place to end it, and I'm revamping bound and gagged, so it's actually worth something. Thank you guys so much. I wish it was longer, but you can leave it to your own imagination. Hugs for all.
Caitlin.