Chapter 16
A/N: God, it's been a while. Is anyone still reading this? I hope so. My mojo deserted me, but I'm going to do my best to not give up on this fic. This chapter's been in progress for some time now; I've just added a bit more on from my initial attempt. I know a lot of people have me on Author Alert and this story on Story Alert, so I want to thank them for that and say I hope they haven't given up on it. Love you all, enjoy!
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It took Harry a few seconds to work out what had woken him; at last he realised his cell phone was ringing. He gently extricated himself from Draco's arms and got up. He rifled briefly in his bag, pulled out the phone and answered it. "Yeah, who is it?"
"It's me," said the voice on the other end. Harry rolled his eyes; it was his sister.
"What do you want?" he snapped, keeping his voice down as he saw, out of the corner of his eye, that Draco was waking up.
"Just wanted to see how you were…"
"Like hell you did! You're checking up on me, aren't you?"
She took a moment to respond. "What happened last night? Did you, or didn't you?"
Before he had a chance to answer her, Draco rolled over and murmured: "Harry, come back to bed…"
Harry almost heard Deb's jaw drop. "You did! Harry, you idiot…"
Draco opened his eyes and looked over at Harry. "Who's on the phone?"
He cupped his hand over the receiver. "Deb. Wants to know if we… last night."
Draco smirked mischievously. "Let me talk to her."
Harry nodded and cut Deb off in mid-rant: "Talk to Dray." He threw the phone to the blond, who caught it deftly and started talking.
"Hey Deb, morning. Oh, you want to know, do you? Well…" He grinned and assumed a low, purry tone. "Your brother is a god. Honestly, the things he did…" His grin widened as he threw the phone back to Harry. "She hung up in disgust."
Slipping the phone back in his bag, Harry smiled back. "Nice one. I can't believe how nosy she is…"
Draco frowned. "Maybe I shouldn't have done that. What if she tells your mom?"
"She won't tell mom anything," Harry replied confidently. "That is, not unless she wants mom to know about her little lunchtime session behind the gymnasium…"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Gossip? Why was I not informed?"
Grinning, Harry sat on the edge of the bed. "Basically, I found her yesterday lunchtime, behind the gym, kissing Ginny."
The eyebrow went higher. "Little hussy. God, so much potential for taking the mick…"
Harry brushed his dark hair back out of his eyes. "I'm surprised she didn't tell you. You two talk a lot, don't you?"
"Yeah, I mean I knew she was dating Ginny, but I didn't know they were on a public display kind of level… Who saw, apart from you?"
"Ron." Harry laughed at the memory. "He actually threw up. But then he started talking to me again, so it's all good."
"You had a good day yesterday," Draco commented, slipping an arm round Harry's waist and pulling him into a horizontal hug. "First him, then me…"
Harry smiled. "Yeah, it was pretty good." He relaxed back into the hug as Draco stroked his forehead.
"Where did you get this scar?" Draco asked softly. "Saving a damsel in distress?"
Harry blushed. "Nothing that honourable. It's totally lame."
"Tell me."
"Well it was in kindergarten, the day I made friends with Ron and Mione. We all had milk and fruit, and I had a kiwi fruit. Ron tried to steal my kiwi fruit, so I poked him, and then he pushed me over and I cut my head. Mione saw it happen and she hit him for being mean to me. The three of us have been friends ever since."
Draco stifled a laugh. "You got that in a fight over kiwi fruit?"
Harry's blush grew. "I told you it was lame."
"Not entirely," Draco said, his tone betraying the fact that he was smiling. "I mean, you valiantly stood up for your right to have a kiwi fruit. My kiwi-fruit-keeping hero."
"Stop teasing me."
"Aww, baby, how could you think I was teasing you?" Draco cooed. "I love a guy who stands up for his kiwi fruit."
Harry twisted out of his embrace and stood up, pouting. "If you're going to be like that, I'm going to go shower now."
When he emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, however, Draco was dressed and was being kept company in the bedroom by a tray of breakfast. "My apology," he said with a smile when Harry came in. "I'm sorry I teased you."
Harry sat down beside him. "You're forgiven. I've never been with anyone before who'd go to this much effort over breakfast."
Draco smiled sweetly. "Well you're with me now: the perfect, loyal, breakfast-making boyfriend. And look, there's no kiwi fruit."
By now, Harry was truly charmed. "Thank you."
Draco's expression was a little surprised. "It's only breakfast."
Harry slipped an arm round his shoulders. "Not just the breakfast. Thank you for everything." Surprising himself, he gently removed the tray from the blond boy's hands and set it on the floor, before leaning in and kissing him softly. After a second or two, he felt arms circle round him as Draco's pulse rose in response to his own. They carried on for a couple of minutes, until Draco drew back, reached to the floor and picked something up off the tray. "Close your eyes." Harry obeyed. Shortly after, he felt something brush against his lips, and instinctively opened his mouth.
Draco laughed softly. "Now can you identify this taste?" He popped something into Harry's mouth, and the dark-haired boy chewed slowly. Suddenly he smiled as he tasted strawberry juice flowing over his tongue. Then he had an idea. He grabbed his throat and started to make gagging noises, opening his eyes and doing his best to look panicked.
"What? What is it?" Draco's look of horror was priceless.
"Strawberry…" Harry gagged, trying not to laugh. "Allergic…" He quickly got to his feet. Draco followed, seizing him from behind and attempting the Heimlich Manoeuvre. At that point, Harry turned round calmly and said: "I thought that was a remedy for choking."
Draco gaped at him, momentarily lost for words. At last he exclaimed: "You bastard! I thought you were dying; you scared the shit out of me!"
Harry sat back down, laughing. "Sorry. I couldn't resist. But I didn't mind the Heimlich Manoeuvre to be honest…" He raised one eyebrow suggestively, watching Draco blush. That earned him a gentle swat round the head.
"I don't believe you sometimes…" Draco shook his head, smiling as he sat down beside Harry. "How many guys are there who'd fake an allergic reaction just to get a little closer?"
"Hey! It wasn't an excuse; it was a trick."
"Don't take the moral high ground with me, mister smart guy. Anyway, how come your sister thought we'd… done something? What did you say to her?"
"Nothing!" Harry insisted. "She just jumped to conclusions. But she also mentioned something about 'if you both want it', so what I want to know is what you said to her about it."
The colour rushed into Draco's face, and he looked away. "I didn't tell her anything."
"Liar; are you saying she made it up? Sometimes I think she knows more about you than I do, so I'm inclined to trust what she said."
Draco stared at the floor. "Maybe I did say… something… about loving you, and maybe wanting to take the next step sometime in the future. I never said anything specific about last night." He looked up into Harry's eyes. "I swear."
Harry put an arm around his shoulders. "I guess this all comes down to my little sister making assumptions then."
"Yeah, I guess." Draco smiled, nudging him. "How about we forget about that and just have breakfast?"
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