Two chapters within 24 hours. I really pushed to get this one done because I know that last chapter was a little... emotional. This one is... fluffy. Super fluffy. And it's a game changer. So, check it out and tell me what you think. Love you guys!
Sirius frowned as he poked his head into Harry's bedroom. Harry was sitting on his bed with a green stuffed dragon cradled in his lap. "Who's your friend?" Sirius asked, indicating the dragon with a nod.
"This is Lumos," Harry said with a sad little smile. "Draco gave him to me for my sixth birthday."
Sirius sat down on the bed, looking at the dragon. "That makes it. pretty special," he commented.
Harry nodded, his breath hitching. "Sirius-" He paused swallowing hard. "Did I make a mistake?"
Sirius sighed heavily, draping his arm across Harry's shoulder. Harry had spent the last few weeks in a haze of depression. He ate very little and was plagued by nightmares.
"I don't know Pup," Sirius admitted. "You've been dealing with a lot." He tilted his head to peer at Harry. "How do you feel about him? Honestly?"
Harry's cheeks turned a bit pink. "I feel like a piece of me is missing," he whispered. "It feels like I can hardly breathe knowing that Draco probably hates me right now. But I'd do anything to keep him safe. I think I-" He stopped himself, blushing even further.
Sirius smiled. He didn't need to hear Harry say the words to know what his godson felt.
"Giving him up won't necessarily keep him safe," Sirius pointed out. "It was sweet that you sacrificed your own happiness to protect him, but maybe it's not needed."
"But Mr. Malfoy-"
"Narcissa would die before letting someone hurt Draco," Sirius said firmly. "Of that, we can be completely certain." He ran one hand through Harry's messy hair. "You and Draco being completely miserable doesn't fix anything."
Harry sniffled, scrubbing at his eyes. He leaned against Sirius tiredly. "I never wanted to hurt Draco," he said softly.
"I know you didn't," Sirius responded. "And I think Draco probably knows that. But it might be wise to write to him." He paused, fidgeting with sudden nervousness. "Before that, I wonder if I could talk to you about something?"
"Of course."
"Well, I want you to know that I love you, and I'm so grateful to be in your life," Sirius began. "You and Remus are my whole world. And good old Minnie, of course." He thought for a moment, weighing his words. "Harry, you will always take priority. Your happiness is so important to me."
Sirius paused again, clasping his hands together nervously. "Harry, I would like your blessing," he said, meeting Harry's vibrant green eyes. "I'd like to ask Remus to marry me, but only if you-"
His little speech was cut off when Harry pounced on him with a hug. "Yes," Harry said eagerly. "I'm so happy for both of you."
"For us," Sirius corrected. "This is as much about you as it is Remus and I. If you weren't comfortable with this, than I wouldn't ask him."
"Ask him," Harry told him sincerely.
A moment later, Remus stepped into the room. "How about some tea and biscuits while we wait for everyone to get here?" he suggested, smiling at the sight of Harry hugging his stuffed dragon while leaving against Sirius.
"Sure," Sirius said lightly. "But, could I talk to you first?"
Remus nodded and sat down on the bed.
"Harry and I were talking," Sirius began. "I've been doing a lot of thinking..." Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "Remus, will you marry me?"
Remus stared at Sirius in shock before his gaze shot to Harry. Harry was smiling for the first time in several weeks. Remus looked back at Sirius, his breath catching at the gold band inside the box.
"Say yes," Sirius coaxed, smiling hopefully. "We'll be a real family for Harry."
"You're already my real family," Harry pointed out.
"I- Yes!" Remus blurted out.
Sirius cheered and yanked Remus into his lap, pulling his new fiance into a heated kiss.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on now. I don't want to see my dads snogging while they're sitting on my bed."
Remus snorted, nudging Sirius. "Dad-foot," he muttered, giggling.
Sirius and Harry roared with laughter.
During the previous war, Dumbledore had lead a group called the Order of the Phoenix. With the return of Voldemort, the remaining members had been called back together. There were fewer of them, but they hoped to recruit more members.
Ron, Ginny, Fred and George spent time with Harry while the adults had their meeting. Harry was glad to see them, but he wasn't looking forward to the interrogation he assumed that he's be getting from Ron. Harry and Ron hadn't seen one another since the day of the third tournament event.
Instead of jumping right into questions, Ron hugged Harry tightly. "You know I'm here for you," Ron said quietly.
"Thanks Ron," Harry responded. He offered a shaky smile when they broke apart. "Come on up to my room." He motioned for Fred, George and Ginny to follow as well.
Once they'd all made themselves comfortable on the bed or in chairs, Ron looked Harry over. "Are you alright?" Ron asked.
"I've been better," Harry answered. "How's Draco?" he asked tentatively.
"It's difficult to say," Ron shrugged. "He doesn't say much in his letters. The last time I saw him... He looked bad Harry."
"I don't understand," Ginny said, looking between Harry and Ron. "Were you and Draco... er, together?"
Harry shook his head. "We weren't. But, we wanted to be."
Ginny frowned, a little disappointed. "I didn't know that you were gay," she said quietly.
"Never really thought about it," Harry shrugged. "I've only ever..." He blushed. "Just Draco. I mean, I find other people attractive but..."
"This is adorable," George said with a smirk.
"Sweet ickle Harry only has eyes for Draco," Fred cooed. He ducked when Ginny swatted at him.
"Shut it," Ron said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, so we should talk about Viktor instead," Fred suggested with a grin.
"How is he?" Harry asked.
"He's great," Ron said, struggling to ignore the twins as they made kissy faces at him. "He came to visit. Mum and Dad really like him. He plans to come see me at Christmas as well."
"So, you really like him?" Harry asked.
Ron smiled. "Yeah," he answered quietly. "Didn't think I'd ever like a bloke that way, but... I'm happy."
Harry nodded. He glanced at the twins. "What have you two been up to?"
"Trying to earn some money since our life savings is gone," Fred replied with a frown.
"We bet on the Quidditch World Cup last summer, and won," George explained. "But Ludo Bagman paid us with Leprechaun gold... Which disappears after a little while. We've tried to catch up with him to get out money back, but he's avoiding us."
"We were going to use that money to open a joke shop," Fred complained.
"That's awful," Harry said. Then he smiled. "I can fix that, actually." He got up and opened the drawer of his bedside table, reaching in to pull out a bag. "This is the money from the Triwizard Tournament. I want you to take it." He held the bag out to Fred.
Fred shifted away, looking stunned. "That's a lot of money," he objected. "We can't accept that."
"You earned that, Harry," George added. "You were amazing."
"I don't want it," Harry said firmly. "I don't need it. It would make me happy if you could put it to good use. A joke shop sounds like a great idea to me." He pressed the bag against Fred's chest, smiling slightly when Fred hesitantly grasped the bag.
"Thanks Harry," George said, his eyes wide. "We've got an investor Fred."
"That we do George," Fred agreed, setting the bag of gold aside. This would allow them to open a shop as soon as they graduated.
They spent some time playing chess and exploding snap. Harry was glad that the Weasleys had come over. He'd been so miserable, but his friends made him feel a little less hollow inside.
Dinner that evening was a noisy affair. The Weasleys, Dumbledore and Kingsley Shacklebolt, an auror, had stayed for the meal. Molly fussed over how pale and tired Harry looked while Minerva watched him to make sure that he actually ate his dinner.
Remus was sitting next to Sirius, blushing. News of their engagement had swept through the Order and there had been a lot of good-natured teasing. Of course, Sirius had fueled the teasing with his suggestive commentary. Despite the embarrassment, Remus was delighted. Now if Harry could just be happy again...
As if in answer to his thoughts, an owl flew in through an open window and landed in from of Remus. It was a beautiful bird, and Remus recognized her right away. He took the letter that was tied to the owl's leg, stroking the tawny feathers on her stomach.
"Secret admirer?" Sirius asked with a grin.
"Obviously," Remus replied, rolling his eyes. "It's from Narcissa." His eyes scanned the page, his smile falling. He looked up to meet Harry's gaze. "Up for a little trip?"
Harry swallowed hard, nodding. Surely this meant that he was going to see Draco. "Now?" Harry asked apprehensively.
"Right now," Remus confirmed with a nod. He turned to Sirius. "Want to come along?"
Sirius nodded, casting an anxious look at Harry.
"We won't be gone long," Remus said, looking around at the others as he stood up.
Harry hastily followed Sirius and Remus out, excited but fearful at the same time.
Narcissa and Draco sat together on a park bench, looking at nothing in particular. Draco was glad to be out of the manor, but being outside didn't make him feel much better. His mother had given up on asking what was wrong. He didn't want to talk about his broken heart.
Narcissa eyed her only son anxiously. She knew from Remus that Draco and Harry had had a bit of a falling out, and that it had been very painful for both of them. When Draco returned home for the summer, he seemed empty. She never saw him cry. He didn't make demands or shout. He simply existed within the manor and avoided talking as much as he was able.
With the Dark Lord's return came an uncomfortable tension within Malfoy Manor. Lucius was focused on serving his master and keeping up appearances. He didn't seem to notice their son's struggle or pain. But Narcissa could use Lucius' distraction to her advantage.
She looked up and felt profound relief when she saw Harry following Remus and Sirius toward the park. Part of her had wanted to be angry with Harry for hurting her son, but that idea was brushed off when she saw Harry's face. He looked as unhappy as Draco did.
Draco flinched when he realized that they weren't alone. His eyes widened when he saw who exactly had approached.
"I think it's time to clear the air," Narcissa said gently. "Draco?" Her voice remained calm and quiet but there was a hint of a command in her tone.
Draco stood up, keeping his eyes cast down. He suddenly feared that he might throw up. He hadn't thought that seeing Harry again would make the pain so much worse. His eyes burned and his bit down on his lower lip.
Harry could hardly contain himself. He hated himself for hurting Draco so badly. "Draco?" he called quietly. His breath hitched when he saw Draco tremble. "Draco, I'm so sorry. I wanted to do what was best for you, but instead I hurt us both."
Draco's head jerked up and he glared with eyes brimming with unshed tears. "You don't get to decide what's best, Harry Potter!" he snapped angrily. "You're pants at it. Do you know what you did to me? Do you have any idea how much you hurt me?"
"It hurt me too," Harry responded softly.
"And that's your fault," Draco hissed out.
Harry sucked in a shaky breath. "I'm sorry," he insisted, his own eyes flooding. "I can't begin to tell you how much I regret it. I've missed you so much."
It was exactly what Draco wanted, but he was still angry with Harry. He felt torn between prolonging Harry's suffering and soothing his own battered soul.
When a single tear trailed down Harry's cheek, Draco's stubbornness fled him. He rushed straight into Harry's arms, his momentum and eagerness knocking them both to the ground.
Narcissa, Remus and Sirius moved away to give them a moment. Harry and Draco got up and moved to sit on the bench.
"You're so stupid," Draco grumbled petulantly.
"I know," Harry sighed. "In my defense, I'd just seen Cedric die. The thought of anything happening to you... But, I'll find another way to protect you."
"We'll protect each other," Draco corrected, tentatively reaching out to touch Harry's hand.
Harry laced their fingers together. He sighed happily at the contact. It was like coming home. "So, where does this leave us?" he asked.
Draco cocked his head to one side. "You tell me," he said lightly.
Harry smiled. "I want to go back to the way we were. Except..." He bit his lip, giving Draco's hand a little squeeze. "I'd like to have the title now."
Draco smiled shyly, his cheeks growing pink. "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?" he asked.
"I am," Harry confirmed.
"Then it's official," Draco said, beaming when Harry kissed his hands. "It still might need to be a secret at school though." He looked a little disappointed at the idea of hiding their relationship.e
"But we will know," Harry said firmly. "You and I are what matters most here. We'll tell our closest friends, but nobody else needs to know until we're ready to deal with that."
Draco sighed happily. He and Harry were a couple now. He hadn't thought that the label would feel much different, but it did. He'd always felt a sense of entitlement when it came to Harry. But this felt like a validation of that. Harry was his. And Draco intended to cherish him always.
Narcissa watched the pair with growing unease. "Their relationship is more than friendship, isn't it?" she asked.
Remus hesitated. "There was nothing official," he answered. "Harry said that they were trying to avoid complications. Of course, not naming it didn't stop it from being a romance anyway."
Narcissa sighed, not knowing what to say. She wanted Draco to be happy, but this was actively tossing their traditions aside. Although, Draco's preference was likely going to destroy the chance of a new Malfoy heir regardless. Lucius might not think much of pushing Draco into a loveless marriage, but Narcissa couldn't do it.
"I want him to be safe," Narcissa said quietly. "Whatever else happens, I want Draco to be alright. I don't know what's going to happen, but once the war starts... I know what my son's choice will be."
Sirius and Remus exchanged a look of concern. "Narcissa, if you ever need a safe place-" Remus began, worry creasing his brow.
"I know who to call on," Narcissa assured him with a tense smile.
HP~HP
Leaving the park had been difficult. After weeks of pining, Harry had been able to sit and hold Draco's hand. And they were boyfriends! As painful as the memory of Cedric's death was, it was a little easier to bear with the assurance of Draco's continued affection and support. A kiss would have been nice, but they had been a little too shy to do so in front of their parents.
Ron grinned widely the moment Harry walked into the house. "Somebody is feeling better," he commented.
Harry blushed, a smile curling on his lips. The twins and Ginny laughed while Molly and Arthur looked baffled.
"I'm sure there's an interesting story here," Dumbledore said lightly. "But, I wonder if I could have a moment of your time Harry? Your parents as well," he added.
Curious, Harry followed the headmaster to the kitchen. He sat down on a bar stool at the counter while Dumbledore waved his wand to begin making tea. Remus, Sirius and Minerva sat down as well, watching Dumbledore apprehensively. Once everyone had a cup in hand, Dumbledore focused on Harry.
"I've been debating whether or not to speak to you about this," Dumbledore began, sounding uncharacteristically apprehensive. "Please understand that I never would have wanted to burden you with such knowledge. I need for you to know that if I could protect you from such things, I would. As it is, there are some things that you need to know."
Dumbledore took a sip of tea and then carefully set the cup back in its saucer. "Voldemort took steps to ensure his own immortality," he said. "He created something called... a horcrux. Multiple horcruxes, actually."
Predictably, Minerva gasped in horror. Remus and Sirius stiffened, their eyes wide.
"What's a horcrux?" Harry asked uneasily.
"It's an object that a wizard places a piece of his own soul into," Dumbledore explained. "The soul has to be torn, but the only known way to accomplish such a thing is murder. Tom Riddle's diary was a horcrux, and has been destroyed. I believe he made several Horcruxes, but it has been difficult to collect the information necessary to determine how many he made." He paused and met Harry's worried green eyes. "It is also my belief that he created another horcrux when he killed your parents, though this one was not intentional."
Minerva gasped, raising trembling fingers to press against her lips. Remus made a strange, pained sound while Sirius clenched his fists and looked down.
"Am I the horcrux?" Harry asked softly, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the headmaster.
"I'm sorry Harry," Dumbledore said sincerely. "I will work to find a way to fix this. I won't rest until I can free you from that burden."
Harry nodded slowly. "Is that all?" he asked warily.
"Tell him about the prophecy," Sirius said through a clenched jaw. Remus and Minerva looked surprised but they nodded their consent.
Dumbledore's shoulders sagged a bit. "Shortly before Voldemort's defeat, I was interviewing Sybill Trelawney for the Divination position," he explained. "During the course of our meeting, she went into a trance and spoke a prophecy." He cleared his throat. "'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have those defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and with must die at the hand of the other for both can love while the other survives.'"
Harry stared at Dumbledore in wide eyed shock. "So I have to kill him before he kills me?" he asked, his tone bordering on hysteria.
"Don't get too caught up in the prophecy," Dumbledore warned. "The baby mentioned could have been Neville Longbottom. It was Voldemort that chose you as his rival. Perhaps because you are a half-blood like himself," he suggested with a little shrug. "The point is that Voldemort was only ever informed of the first half of the prophecy. And he set up the circumstances for his own defeat by choosing you and targeting your family." Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "The power he doesn't understand is love, and we can use that against him. But not because it was foretold."
Harry nodded slowly. Not believing in the prophecy wasn't going to change the fact the Voldemort believed it. But, he supposed that it was good to finally know he'd been orphaned as a baby.
"Voldemort is looking to hear the rest of the prophecy," Sirius told Harry. "He sees it as a weapon, and we'd prefer not to allow him to get it."
"Why?" Harry asked sarcastically. "He might use that knowledge to try to kill me?"
Sirius burst into surprised laughter, yanking Harry into a hug. "You sounded just like your father just then," he guffawed.
Remus shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. He smoothed down Harry's messy hair. "Are you alright Pup?" he asked.
Harry's smile faded and he pulled away from Sirius slightly. "I'm afraid of what me being a horcrux could mean," he admitted. "The diary horcrux tried to kill Ginny. And me. Are my friends going to be safe around me?"
"The difference with you is that you also have your own soul," Dumbledore said. "I believe your soul will be enough to prevent the fragment of Voldemort's soul from taking over." He frowned thoughtfully. "The concern here is Voldemort becoming aware of the connection you share. He could use that to see into your thoughts and feelings."
"We can't let that happen," Harry blurted out, alarmed.
"I agree," Dumbledore nodded. "Since you were already working on advanced spells with Professor Snape, I think he would be a good candidate to reach you Occlumency. It would allow you to keep your mind shielded. We'll ask him about that after the meeting tomorrow."
Dumbledore left a short time later and Harry returned to his friends. When they had a few moments alone, Harry told Ron everything that had been discussed. Ron did his best to offer reassurance, but neither felt any real comfort from it.
HP~HP
The next day, Snape arrived a little early for the meeting with a surprise for Harry.
"Draco!" Harry cried when he saw the blond walk in behind the potions master.
Draco launched himself at Harry, knocking Harry over. Again. They both giggled breathlessly.
Remus snorted. "I need to start casting cushioning charms whenever these two have to spend any time apart," he laughed. Then he groaned when Sirius transformed and jumped on top of the two boys.
"No! Padfoot get off!" Draco cried, giggling and trying to squirm a way when the dog began licking his face.
"Oi! Bad dog!" Ron chided loudly. He shrieked and took off up the stairs when Padfoot jumped toward him.
Draco got to his feet, pulling Harry up with him. His pale face was flushed and his smile was full of delight. "I've got the whole day with you," he informed Harry.
"That's brilliant!" Harry enthused.
Behind them, Snape was looking between them and frowning. He turned to look at Dumbledore meaningfully.
"Most extraordinary," Dumbledore murmured.
Harry and Draco turned to look at the headmaster in question. Dumbledore hesitated and then motioned for them to sit down.
Harry and Draco sat down side by side on the couch. Harry reached over shyly, taking hold of Draco's hand. Sirius and Ron came back downstairs, their smiles fading at the solemn atmosphere of the room.
Sirius, Remus, and Minerva stood together waiting anxiously for Dumbledore to speak. Ron plopped down onto the couch next to Harry, reaching back to swiftly pat Draco on the back. Snape hovered near the fireplace, his dark gaze fixed on Harry and Draco.
Draco was quickly brought up to date on horcruxes and the prophecy. He listened carefully, frowning throughout the explanation. By the end of it, he was pressed close to Harry's side, obviously distressed.
"I think this newest discovery is very important," Dumbledore said pensively. "It's really quite amazing. I've never seen this before."
"What?" Minerva demanded impatiently.
Dumbledore smiled. "I think that Harry's soul suffers from the close contact with Voldemort's own wicked soul," he said. "As such, it seeks to heal itself. What better way than through another soul? Draco's."
"Harry's trying to take Draco's soul?" Ron asked, his tone disbelieving.
"No," Dumbledore chuckled. "It's trying to bond closer to Draco's soul. In turn, Draco's soul seems to be reaching out to offer healing as well."
"They're soul mates," Remus said, staring at Harry and Draco in wonder. "Are you sure? This is... Well, it's a little odd."
"It makes more sense than you realize," Snape commented.
"Essentially, soul mates are kindred spirits," Dumbledore told the teens. "They share a connection that transcends regular human attachments. It's not always a romantic connection. I always thought that Sirius and James were soul mates. The relationship they had was that of brothers."
Sirius smiled a little sadly and pressed closer to Remus. Remus kissed his forehead and pulled him into a hug. Thinking of James was still enormously painful for Sirius. As much as Remus still missed James and Lily, he wasn't sure that Sirius would ever fully recover from the loss.
"The difference here is the threat to Harry's soul," Dumbledore went on, looking around to include Harry's guardians. "The damage inflicted caused Harry's soul to seek its mate and draw it closer. We've noticed it because it seems to have changed their magic. Draco's soul is sustaining Harry's and their magic seems to have grown and evolved to support their bond."
"Their magical signatures feel shockingly similar," Snape added.
"So what does this mean for them?" Minerva asked.
"It means that we will need to be cautious," Dumbledore replied gravely. "Voldemort must not discover their bond. They'll both need to learn Occlumency. There is also a chance that this gives us an advantage."
"How's that?" Sirius asked. "It sounds like they're both just more vulnerable."
"In some ways, perhaps," Dumbledore nodded. "But, they're stronger together. And Draco was the first to know when something went wrong during the tournament."
"Is that why I- you know?" Draco queried, slightly embarrassed.
"When we considered the time line of events," Snape cut in, "we realized that you had your seizure around the time of the Dark Lord's resurrection. Mr. Potter reported excruciating pain when the Dark Lord touched him."
Draco nodded slowly, his thoughts spinning through his mind. "So, what do we do?" he asked.
"Well, do you wish to keep the bond you share?" Dumbledore asked. "There may be a ritual that would server the connection."
Draco turned to look at Harry with an affectionate smile. "We'll keep it," he said softly. "I always knew that we were meant to be together." Harry gave Draco's hand a little squeeze to show his agreement.
Remus chuckled, remembering a six year old Draco's declaration that he was going to marry Harry.
"Then you allow your bond to grow," Dumbledore nodded. "Protect each other and keep working on your advanced spells. There's not much known about soul mates, so we'll have to see what happens."
"Do you think-" Draco paused, biting his lip uncertainly. "Maybe I can get rid of the horcrux in Harry. The horcruxes have to be destroyed, but I can't allow Harry to die."
"I don't know," Dumbledore admitted. "But, as I said yesterday, if there's a way, I'll find it."
As members of the Order of the Phoenix arrived, Ron urged Draco and Harry upstairs. He was a little shaken over all the new information. It made him feel a surge of protectiveness for his two friends.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking between Harry and Draco expectantly.
"Fine," Harry responded, looking a little flustered. "Soul mates..."
"Honestly, it explains so much," Ron laughed.
"There's no reason to get all worked up about it," Draco said calmly, reaching up to gently run his fingers through Harry's tangled locks. "We've always been soul mates. Nothing has changed."
"Except that we're a couple now," Harry corrected with a lopsided little smile.
"Thank Merlin," Ron declared rolling his eyes. He eyed them for a moment. "I'm going to give you two a moment. I'll see if Dobby will send up some snacks." He left the room with a knowing smirk.
Draco grinned, eagerly stepping into Harry's arms. He wondered if he'd learn to discern what their bond between their souls felt like. Maybe that would help him work out how to free Harry from Voldemort's soul.
Harry held Draco close and pressed their lips together tenderly. Warmth flooded through him, sweet and slow. It calmed Harry's mind and wound around his heart, soothing any lingering ache from his separation from Draco.
"I feel you," Draco whispered, his lips still brushing against Harry's. He slid his hand between them to rest trembling fingers against Harry's chest, right above his heart. "We'll be alright," he added.
Harry nodded, hastily kissing Draco again. He smiled into the kiss when Draco sighed contentedly and wound his arms around Harry's neck.
Just as Harry was about to deepen the kiss for the very first time, Ron opened the door and poked his head in. Draco broke the kiss, his cheeks pink and his lips red. Ron smirked and walked in. He was followed by the Ginny, Hermione and the twins.
"I see you've made up," Hermione said, moving closer to hug Draco and Harry. "I was worried about you."
"We're fine," Draco assured her.
"More than," Harry added with a grin.
Dobby popped into the room carrying a tea tray and a plate of biscuits. Before leaving, he turned his knowing gaze on Harry and Draco. "Dobby told you," he said slyly. He popped away again with a mischievous wink.
Harry laughed and sat down on his bed. Draco made himself comfortable with his head on Harry's lap. His face lit up when he spotted the stuffed dragon. "Lumos," Draco laughed softly. "You still have him."
"I love that dragon," Harry replied. "It's the first gift you ever gave me. I keep it here on my bed."
"I keep Martin on my bed," Draco said with a grin.
"Who's Martin?" Ron asked.
"That's my dragon," Draco replied, running his fingers down the dragon's belly.
"You named a stuffed dragon Martin?" Ron snorted.
"Shut up," Draco retorted, rolling his eyes. He returned to resting his head on Harry's lap. hugging Lumos to his chest.
Harry's fingers stroked through Draco's hair, sending a shiver of pleasure down the blond's spine. After several long moments of this, Draco sat up and set the dragon aside to cup Harry's face in both hands. Uncaring of their audience, Draco kissed Harry sweetly. "I'm so happy to be yours Harry," Draco murmured softly.
"Gross," Ron complained. The twins laughed heartily and Ginny chucked a biscuit at Ron's head.
