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A/N: And Yes before you ask I do have a slight obsession with peanut butter so I had to squeeze it into the story somehow. ;-)
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Thank you all so much! I hope you like the next chapter enough to take a moment to review it! I know it's really just a bit of time filling fluff but the idea wouldn't stop nagging me so here it is. First H/D together scene should be coming soon for those of you who, like me, are beginning to get impatient with me. Any way, enough of my ramblings...
"All these mixed emotions waking, locked away like stolen pearls,
Stolen pearls, devotions waking, locked away from all the world."
Savage Garden
Chapter 9 - A Visit From Remus Featuring Peanut Butter.
Draco was like a little excited boy when they reached the supermarket and Harry noticed the hint of a true smile that lingered behind his eyes but didn't quite make it to his mouth. Harry had noticed this a lot recently and he found himself often wondering if his childhood and 'training' as a Malfoy had rendered him incapable of a true smile. Of true happiness. Harry found himself wanting to please Draco at every possible moment. He wanted him to feel happy. Loved.
He seemed fascinated by the muggle supermarket as he was used to the wizarding way, which just involved the flick of a wand. He rushed from shelf to shelf, throwing something into the trolley every few minutes.
Harry pushed the trolley, making sure they got everything they needed and methodically replacing the items Draco put in the trolley.
When they reached the checkout, Harry watched as three jars of peanut butter, a huge bag of marshmallows and a large block of blue cheese were packed into bags. Draco had obviously managed to slip a few things past him.
They left the store, laden with bags and struggled home, Draco complaining about the lack of blood circulating in his fingers for the whole time. When they finally reached Grimmauld, they dumped the bags and collapsed on the couch.
The two days that followed were extremely boring. Each night Harry dreamt of doing unspeakable things to Draco while, in reality, Draco watched him sleep. They spent the days playing chess or cards in the drawing room. The only fun Harry had was cooking and even that got boring when there was only two of you. It had been fun cooking for Tonks on their second night at Grimmauld as she had stayed for tea when she popped in to check on them. Harry had enjoyed having someone else to talk to and so looked forward to the next night's visitor. As it turned out, he was very much disappointed. He and Draco had answered the door to Snape who had simply stated "you're both alive," and disapparated.
"This is so boring." Draco complained as they played their fourth game of chess that day. He was winning for the fourth time and wasn't even concentrating. Draco was an excellent chess player and was as good as, if not better than, Ron.
"How long have we been here?" Draco asked for the third time that day.
"Four days." Harry found himself saying, yet again.
"Wonder who's visiting tonight. D'you think we could hold them hostage?"
"Tying people up? Another insight into the wonderfully twisted mind of a Malfoy." Harry teased.
"You've never been tied up?" Draco asked in mock surprise. "You've never lived!"
"And you have?" Harry raised and eyebrow. "Wait... hold that thought, on second thoughts I don't want to know."
"You don't? I was beginning to get the impression you were rather interested in my sex life."
Harry blushed and was unable to answer, he wondered if Draco knew about the dreams. But then, he thought, how could he?
"My Charms are so irresistible."
"And your head is so too big."
"Is it my fault I'm so gorgeous?"
Harry, being able to think of nothing else to say, resorted to his usual teasing tool; "you straighten your hair!" Draco's hand flitted to his head and patted his golden locks as it always did when Harry said this.
"Stop bringing that up!" Draco sulked.
"Why? Touchy subject?"
"No and you should take a leaf out of my book." He said looking pointedly at Harry's tousled locks.
"Why? My hair is all part of my charm." Draco did not respond, he was staring at the top of Harry's head. "I'm not letting you straighten it so don't even think it! I can see the cogs turning."
"How do you know I'm not thinking about something completely different?" Draco brought his gaze down to meet Harry's eyes. Harry blushed.
"Well I know you're not thinking about chess." Harry indicated to the forgotten game.
"No, you wouldn't believe what I was thinking about." Draco muttered quietly, looking away. Harry did not respond. He was uncertain of whether he was meat to hear this statement or even if Draco had meant to say it out loud. Harry's mind started churning over possible meanings of Draco's comment. 'Did he feel the same?' the question kept popping into his mind and each time he discarded it 'same as what? You don't feel anything for Draco! It's just hormones!'
After continuing their game somewhat awkwardly for a while until Draco won, Harry made his excuses and went to bed. Sleep did not come easily though as involuntary thoughts on Draco filled his head and his trousers.
"Damn hormones." He muttered, sometimes he hated being a teenager. He flicked the door closed and locked it with his wand, casting a temporary silencing spell over the room as he had been doing often since the dreams started.
Draco went to wake Harry much later that evening when their 'visitor' arrived. He would have let Harry sleep but seeing as it was Lupin visiting he thought Harry would appreciate being woken. When he reached Harry's bedroom, the door was locked. He smiled knowing the reason why teenage boys locked their bedroom doors. He knocked loudly. No answer. He knocked again. Something mumbled from inside the room. Draco flicked his wand and opened the door. He walked across the room to the bed where Harry, his hair in all directions, had his head buried in his pillow. He took in the detail of Harry's trousers being on the floor which suggested that his t-shirt was all he was wearing under the bed-sheet.
"Ugh. What?" Harry mumbled into his pillow as Draco perched on the end of the bed.
"Get up you lazy shit." Draco bounced up and down a couple of times. "Or I'll have to pull the covers off you and you'll be cold!" He threatened when there was no movement from Harry.
"What? What d'you want?" Harry grumbled, opening his eyes and squinting at Draco.
"Lupin's here, he wants to see you. Wants to check you're still alive I suppose. Here." Draco picked up Harry's glasses and handed them to him. Harry rubbed his eyes to wake himself up, then put his glasses on and sat up. It was then that he noticed his trousers on the floor and remembered that he was wearing nothing on his lower half under the sheets. He thought fleetingly of Draco's comment about taking the sheets from him and he instinctively gripped them tighter around him.
"Come on then." Draco stood up, knowing full well that Harry would not get up and dressed while he was in the room.
"Give me a minute to get dressed." Harry said meaningfully, blushing furiously and hoping that Draco would understand.
"Nothing I haven't seen before." Draco smirked. "But okay I'm leaving." Draco shook his head and waited out side the door. It took all his restraint not to take a peek while he listened to Harry get up and pull on his trousers.
When Harry emerged they both headed downstairs to the Kitchen where Remus was waiting.
"What are you doing?!" Harry's eyes widened as they entered the kitchen to find Remus standing guiltily holding a jar of peanut butter and a spoon.
"Sorry." He looked sheepish. "I love muggle food. What is this stuff?" His voice was sticky with the amount of peanut butter that was stuck to the roof of his mouth.
"Peanut Butter." Draco replied not knowing whether to laugh or be shocked by the grown mans strange actions and so the resulting look on his face was one of utter bewilderment.
"It's nice." He said swallowing thickly. "Addictive."
"You've been around Dumbledore too much." Harry concluded taking the jar and spoon away from him. "If you're hungry I'm just about to make dinner and you're welcome to stay."
"Please."
Draco and Remus sat across from each other somewhat awkwardly at the kitchen table while Harry began making dinner. Remus watched Draco watching Harry and recognised the look in his eyes. Remus remembered having once looked at some one like that. Not that anyone knew of course.
"So how are you and Harry getting on?" He asked innocently.
"Fine, much to everyone's surprise."
"Yes, I do think Dumbledore expected to have to break up some... tense situations before now."
"I'm surprised he doesn't have people checking up on us every five minutes rather than just every day."
"He's keeping an eye, or two on you."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Nothing. He's just watching you more than you think."
"What are you talking about?" Draco furrowed his brows.
"What are you two babbling about?" Harry interrupted.
"I was just telling Draco that Dumbledore has his ways of checking up on you other than daily visitors but he's having trouble figuring it out." Remus said amusedly
"Really and I thought he was smart." Harry teased. "He'll figure it out. Eventually." Harry smirked at Draco and turned back to his cooking. Draco stuck his tongue out at Harry's back.
"So what have you been doing?" Remus resumed conversation.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing to do."
"I take it you are restricted to the house?"
"Naturally. Boredom conquers all. There's only so many times you can beat Harry at chess and it still be fun."
"You mean all you've done is play chess?"
"Yep. Four days of it."
"You mean you haven't been exploring? I'm surprised at you Harry! I would have thought that would be the first thing you'd have done!" Harry turned to them.
"Never thought about it but Fred and George have searched the place and found nothing so I doubt there's anything to find." Draco looked between Remus and Harry both of whom were looking mischievous.
"Fred and George were...lacking certain...history." Remus hinted heavily his eyes gleaming. "I think you'll find they've overlooked something."
Harry grinned and made a mental note. Maybe tomorrow would be less boring than today.
"We've been playing chess for four days and now you're telling us there's something better to do?" Draco asked rolling his eyes and letting them rest on Harry's ass as he was bent into the fridge.
Remus never failed to notice the little things. Lingering looks, faint blushes, awkward moments. The sexual tension was unmistakable and unmissable. By the end of the night it was clear to Remus that it was not one sided. Harry was not so obvious with his sidelong glances though. Remus was amazed they were so blind to each other.
