They stayed cuddled up in comfortable stillness for a long time, shifting only to get more comfortable. Harry felt relaxed and at peace, in a manner, he hadn't felt in a long time.

He was well aware that time was running out and that they would have to meet Luna as soon as possible. They had no choice. He drew away from Marvalo's warm embrace grudgingly. Marvalo offered him a faint smile and glanced down at him as if reading his thoughts. As Marvalo smirked, Harry leaped from the table and straightened his clothes so his father wouldn't notice what he'd done in this very room.

"You could help," Harry said petulantly as he re-tied his belt.

"You're right, I could," Marvalo replied from his desk, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

As he turned his back on Marvalo and put his jumper back on, Harry sighed and muttered under his breath. As arms wrapped about him and encircled him, he jumped in surprise. He smirked, it was all too easy for him to guilt the man.

He felt a light kiss on his neck, followed by several more, while he giggled at the ticklish sensation. At this point, he couldn't tell who was the better manipulator: him or Marvalo. Perhaps both of them. That thought made him smile.

"Come on, suck up, remember we have to go to lunch?" In response to Marvalo's nip at his neck, Harry muttered, his voice high-pitched. He squirmed in Marvalos' grip, and eventually, Marvalo let him go in favor of lifting him off his feet. Literally

Harry's squeak is one he will never admit to making.

As Harry wrapped his arm across Marvalo's shoulders to achieve greater balance, he grinned, his delight evident in his eyes. Marvalo gently drew Harry closer to his face and kissed him on the lips. Harry shifted his weight away from the man, merely acting irritated.

"Do you think this is dignified for a man who is a Dark Lord Marvalo?" Harry asks in a false pompous accent, his nose high up and twisted as if he smells something genuinely awful.

"When I'm with you Hadrian Malfoy, I discover that I don't want to be or act like a Dark Lord," Marvalo answered back promptly. Harry scoffs but smiles slightly as he looks at the man he knows he's going to marry.

"You fool, let me down," Harry responded with a smile.

"Anything for a kiss," Marvalo replied, raising an eyebrow. It made him look so human, so at ease, that Harry leaned in and kissed him with a laugh.

Marvalo kissed him like a starving man as if he'd never done anything like it before. Harry reckoned every kiss they had was different, each one new and different to him, and he didn't think he had. Each one was unique. Marvalo drew Harry closer to him. He realized he was still in his arms.

Marvalo was kissing him and supporting his weight entirely by himself. For some reason, this made Harry's stomach churn, but when Marvalos' tongue touched his bottom lip, those thoughts vanished as fast as they had come.

When Marvalo pulled away and stared at him with dazed eyes and a smug grin, Harry moaned in disappointment at the kissing ending.

"We're running late for lunch," Marvalo explained as he looked back down at Harry.

"Shit," Harry cursed as he motioned to the door, ignoring the fact that he was still in Marvalo's arms and in fact that the idiot should carry him. After all, he was the reason Harry was late. Harry ignored the voice in his head that told him he liked being in the man's arms and asked it to kindly shut up.

How the hell was his mind on Marvalo's side?

"Marvalo put me down," Harry murmured against his neck. They had reached the end of the corridor, which meant a whole new lot of problems if anyone saw them. With one last embrace, Harry was let down, and they headed to the Great Hall together.

They snuck in among the stragglers and took a seat at the Slytherin table, where he could see his Father, Draco, and, shockingly, Luna. He'd found the witch he'd been looking for.

His Father gave him a sidelong glance and shook his head as they sat at the table.

Lucius hissed in a hushed voice, "Where were you, Hadrian?"

"I was busy father...with Marvalo," Harry said as his cheeks flushed.

Harry glared at them both as Draco coughed and Luna chuckled at his heated glare at them both, just wait until he got alone with them-

"You have a bruise on your neck Har, how'd you hurt yourself there? It may have been during quidditch, you should have gone to Madam Pomfrey sooner," Luna stated in a whispy voice, however, the slight smirk on her lips betrayed her enjoyment.

At that moment, Harry could have wrung her delicate little neck with his hands, but he hastily turned his head when he heard a small snort from beside him. Harry scowled at him with all his power, attempting to convey his indignation at the man who found it amusing to mock his plight.

Marvalo remained stubbornly focused on his plate, not daring to look up into Harry's eyes, intensifying Harry's attention towards him. As a kind of retaliation, Harry kicked his foot beneath the table. Marvalo's head snapped up in astonishment as he looked at Harry, who was flashing him a smug grin.

Lucius shook his head and stared at both men, as they gave each other matching twin glares. Morgana and all her children, what was he going to do without Narcissa?

"More eating and Less ogling Hadrian," Lucius grumbled, irritated by his son's antics. He couldn't believe his Lord hadn't punished the boy yet. If they weren't at Hogwarts the boy would have been over his lap. This table would have been perfect for Narcissa, she had always enjoyed her son's antics but it was causing Lucius a headache.

"Yes, father," Harry sulked, and Marvalo smiled at him once again.