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Harry felt his eyes close as he gave into Draco's kiss. During that kiss Harry felt every single barrier he had built up around himself during the last few years come crashing down. He felt Draco's tongue at his lip begging for entry, not really knowing what to do he let Draco's tongue in and fireworks went off in his head as Draco's tongue and his own danced. Needing to be closer Harry edged himself onto Draco's lap and both boys wrapped their arms around the other. For a few moments this carried on until Draco broke the kiss for air. Harry, with his eyes still closed leant on Draco's shoulder and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
"Wow" Draco whispered into Harry's ear. He was in wonder about how this boy, this perfect raven haired boy, came to be in his arms. He kissed the top of Harry's head and sighed in content.
(a few weeks later, atsummer holidays.)
"Calm down babe, they'll love you" Draco said trying to calm Harry, who was hyperventilating. Over the past few weeks Harry and Draco was in absolute heaven. They met most nights to just talk or kiss or sometimes even to actually learn something (though that wasn't very often). Hermione, who walked in on them having a make-out session, just yelled in delight. She knew that Draco had always had a crush on Harry though she kept that to herself since Draco didn't actually realise his feelings until forth year.
Slowly the carriage pulled to a stop just outside the borders of the Order of Emeralds. Saying Harry was nervous would be the understatement of the century. While Draco had indeed managed to calm him down Harry was still looking very white indeed. Then again this was to be expected as Harry had both anticipated coming to meet these people and fearing it. Climbing out of the carriage they made their way to a small looking house in the distance. Suddenly a huge black horse charged at the three and Harry double took in surprise. The horse stopped literally an inch from him.
"Cut it out Beatrice, can't you see Harry is nervous enough without you scaring the hell outta him!" Hermione snapped at the horse as Draco helped Harry out of the mudpile he had fallen in. Slowly the horse morphed into a preety young woman with long black hair and bright blue eyes.
"I apologise Master Potter, when in my horse form I tend to charge at those I do not know. Please forgive my insolence." Harry, unable to speak as he was still in shock simply nodded. Beatrice smiled. "By the way, I am your great-aunt Beatrice." Harry stared in even more shock if possible.Beatrice smiled and brought him into a tight embrace. "There is nothing to be scared of Harry. No one here will hurt you. Not that Draco would let them anyway, he can certainly be possesive of what he thinks is his." She whispered lightly. Harry felt more at peace at her words. They were just... comforting somehow. And so, Harry met his Aunt Beatrice who insisted he call her Aunty B.