Chapter 8

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The Gryffindor boys and Hermione found themselves seated round what was now little more than a flicker in the fireplace, it was two in the morning and they had been talking and drinking for hours. After Molly Weasley's letter, Harry and Draco had tucked into a bottle of fire whiskey with abandon, ecstatic that everyone was pleased for them. I would have been a big issue for them if some of those close to them had been against their relationship. For once in his life, Draco was glad his parents weren't around to tell him what to do. For sure they would have been against this.

At about three in the morning, Hermione and Ron gave up trying to stay awake and, with a chaste kiss on the lips goodnight, and a hug for the others; they separated and headed up to their different dormitories. Neville and Seamus followed soon after, leaving Harry and Draco curled up on the sofa together, soaking up the last dregs of the fire whiskey and basking in the remains of the fire. Harry snuggled into Draco's arms, warm, safe, and happier than he thought he had ever been in his whole life. It was bliss to be with someone whom he liked like he liked Draco, and whom he knew liked him too.

"You alright, Potter?" asked Draco softly, curling his fingers around Harry's and squeezing. He was one of those boys whop needed constant reassurance that whomever he was with was happy and secure.

"Yes. I have been all night; I think it would have to take the rise of a new Dark Lord to wipe this smile off my face. I can't believe we get to be together. I can't believe people are O.K. with us being together"

His boyfriend laughed as Harry squeezed back, the little bit of contact in their fingers sending flickers of desire through each boy. Harry felt Draco hardening behind him, and pushed his ass backwards slightly. The blonde shifted, seemingly a little uncomfortable.

"I can't believe everyone in your fricking house, and mine too, had bets going on us getting together. Bloody Fred and George. They're so going to get shat on from a great height when they come to pay up."

"Dray, if I tell you something I've done, do you promise not to shout at me?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"Two things actually."

"For fuck's sake. Yeah, what is it? Ooh, how exciting!" Draco exclaimed the last bit in the gayest voice he could possibly muster, and tossed his hair in the air as he did so.

"O.K. the first thing is that when we went up to unpack earlier, when you weren't looking, I umm, put up permanent silencing charms around my bed."

"Why the hell would I be angry about that? It's fantastic! You dirty biatch."

"The other thing, is that I umm, may or may not have just won 50 galleons from Fred and George."

Draco suddenly looked like he might have been about to explode.

"Fuck off. Doesn't look like you're going to be needing those silencing charms tonight Harry. So, are you just using me?" He was incensed, he stood up and pushed Harry away as he moved towards him. "I'm in your fucking house now you absolute arse. Was I? Am I actually just being use for the purpose of everyone in the fucking school making loads of galleons off of Fred and George Weasley. Potter, you bastard."

Harry stepped forwards and wrapped his arms around Draco.

"Fucking get off me you bastard. I don't like you very much right now."

"Dray, you promised not to shout at me." He whispered into the shell of Draco's ear, sending a shiver down the other boy's spine.

"Don't do that. Get off me."

The blonde pulled violently away, trying to get away from Harry. He felt utterly betrayed, and right now, wanted to run all the way back down to the dungeons and his Slytherin friends. This wasn't fair to feel so much when at the moment; he thought he knew for sure he had been used so Harry could make money.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier, at the party? You had such a perfect opportunity to tell me, when everyone was laughing about it. Why leave it till now when we're curled up together and I'm well on the way to being totally, completely happy? Why, Harry?"

"Cause I didn't want to tell you in front of everyone. I didn't ever want to tell you that if we ever got married, I'd win enough to pay for the wedding."

For a moment, Draco's eyes lit up

"Reeeally?"

"Yeah. But who says we're going to get married? Not if you stay in this kind of mood, that's for sure."

Harry was smiling now, he knew from the tiny smile beginning to bloom in Draco's silvery-gray eyes that he was forgiven.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Well, you know. Maybe I can forgive this 'transgression', if you're a really good boy Harry."

He reached out and touched Harry's hip through his trousers, feeling the thin layer of muscle covering the bone through the fabric.

Harry moved forwards so fast Draco didn't see him move, until he was wrapped around the blonde, his arms tight around Draco's waist and his head buried in his boyfriend's hair. He kissed Draco's neck through his hair and felt the taller man fasten his arms around his waist.

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Ron fell on the floor laughing when he wandered down to the common room early on the first day of term looking for the box with the hangover potions in. Harry and Draco were on the sofa, but all he could see was their heads. He walked closer to them, and realized from the toes he could see poking off the end of the sofa that they were under Harry's invisibility cloak. He found the box behind the sofa, and gently shock what he hoped was Harry's shoulder under the cloak. He figured they didn't deserve for the younger members of Hogwarts to find out about them in this way.

Harry made what Ron interpreted as an irritated, hung-over, squeaking noise. He reached out blindly and took one of the hang-over recovery potions from Ron's hand. A few minutes later, the colour returned to his cheeks. He took another potion and rested it on his knee for Draco to have when he woke up.

"You alright mate? You look like death warmed up." That was Ron, always honest and blunt.

"I feel like shit" Confessed Harry. "What a way to start the last year of school." He groaned.

"What?" Interrupted Draco in a ridiculously cheerful tone. "Lying next to me!"

Unprepared for Draco to be awake, Harry jumped a mile in the air.

"Hw the fuck are you awake? And not hung-over? Please tell me you're not one of those irritatingly cheerful 'morning' people?"

The look on Draco's face told Harry all he needed to know. Draco was one of those irritatingly cheerful 'morning' people. Harry took the other hang-over potion and felt his headache and nausea subside.

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Fifespice: Fred and George rock!

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