Ch. 21: Remus Has Officially Gone Insane

"Leave."

"Draco," Harry hissed, elbowing the blonde in the ribs. "Behave."

"No," Draco snarled. "I want him to leave."

Oliver shifted uncomfortably from his right foot to left, eyeing Harry pleadingly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco, could you do me a favour and go and fetch Remus."

"NO!" Draco said angrily. "I'm not leaving you here with him. I don't know what he'll try to do."

"I'm not going to try anything Malfoy," Oliver said stiffly. "Although you did steal him from me when we were still together."

"We were not!" Harry exclaimed. "Did you not realize when I didn't return your letters that I didn't want to talk to you anymore! We fought before you left, Oliver. I think it's safe to say that we were broken up."

Draco snorted and crossed his arms. "I didn't steal him. HE came on to ME. I'M not even gay."

"Shut it Draco," Harry snarled. "Go and get Remus. Now."

"But I don't…"

"I don't care. Go."

Draco narrowed his eyes and stormed off in the direction of the library, muttering angrily to himself all the way.

"How long after I left did you and Malfoy get together?" Oliver spat. "Days? Hours?"

"How dare you," Harry replied, shoving Oliver forcibly in the chest. "Don't try to play this off like I cheated on you."

"I wasn't," Oliver said with a laugh. "I'm playing it off like you are using Malfoy to get back at me for not caring about you enough. I actually feel sorry for the bloke. He doesn't know you don't care for him, does he?"

"You're a prat, Oliver. You don't know anything about my feelings. You more than displayed that when you were here last time."

Oliver's cheeks flared a blotchy red. Harry took that as a warning that things were about to get a lot worse. "How can you say that? What, just because I didn't tell you I loved you? I'm sorry if I was a bit hesitant, I've never told that to anyone before."

"Let me guess," Harry scoffed, "You're not sure if you even know what love is? Don't play the broken, love-starved boy, Oliver. I know you aren't."

"IT SEEMED TO WORK FOR MALFOY!" Oliver yelled furiously as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Out," Harry snarled. "Get out of my house."

"Fuck you," Oliver said in a flippant tone. "I didn't come to see you anyway."

"Get out of my house now."

"No, I was invited."

"The hell you…" Harry began, but was interrupted by footsteps and a new voice.

"Oh, here already, Oliver? I thought you weren't released from practice until later," Remus said gently. Harry looked from Oliver to Remus, a dangerous mix of anger, disbelief, and venom on his face.

"I can't believe you," he finally said to Remus, brushing past him coldly.

Remus and Oliver stood still in the entrance hall of Grimmauld Place, staring at one another. Oliver finally smirked and said, "Hey."

Remus tucked his hands into his pockets and smiled. "Follow me."

"I don't believe it."

"Believe it Draco. Remus has officially gone insane."

Draco threw a pillow angrily, jumping slightly when it collided with something glass and made a tinkling sound.

"You broke a lamp," Harry said flatly.

"I don't care," Draco said, throwing another pillow. "This isn't how it is meant to happen. Remus and Severus are supposed to be that old couple who you catch snogging and you complain about how gross it is but secretly you think it's cute."

"Thought about this, have you?"

"Yes I have," Draco said quickly, "But that's not the point. Now Lupin has turned into this cradle-robbing perverted old werewolf who steals his ex-lover's godson's old boyfriends. That's not cute at all."

Harry wrinkled up his nose. "That's disgusting. Thank you for putting it that way. I appreciate that."

Draco threw himself into his chair, putting his sunglasses on roughly and crossing his arms. "I have half of a mind to run away. But then I realize that that said half of a mind is crazy. Can we go outside, I'm afraid we'll hear…?"

"Ew. Yes, let's spend quality time in the garden. You realize that next week…"

Draco shivered. "Not talking about it seems to work. It doesn't seem like it's been that long."

Harry smiled sadly and walked over to Draco, pulling him up by both hands. "I know. Come on; let's go before the sun sets."

"Why?" Draco said softly. "You want me to sunburn, don't you?"

"No," Harry said, leading Draco quickly down the stairs and out into the back garden. "Don't make fun of me, I just…"

"What? Is it corny?"

Harry shoved Draco and sat down on the grass, tugging Draco's jean leg to signal for him to sit too. "No, it's not corny, I just… like the way your hair shines in the sun. You look…"

"Angelic?" Draco supplied. "Beautiful? No, that's a girly term. Strappingly handsome?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "When are you going to face the fact that you're gay?"

"I'm not!" Draco said. "To be fair, I've never liked another bloke before. I truthfully don't think I'm gay, I just… like you. Just you. And you can be sure it's not just because of your looks. That's a plus."

Harry snorted and laid his head on Draco's shoulder. "I guess I'm rather lucky then, aren't I? I'm the only bloke for Draco Malfoy. I think I'll get a shirt."

"And that would be a bad idea," Draco snorted. "You'll go missing and I'll be crushed that someone's jealous lust for me caused your death. I don't think I could go on."

"I would hope not," Harry said, gently trailing his fingertips over the pads of Draco's own fingers. "I should think you would take the rest of your life to mourn my loss and how you forced me to try to learn Braille."

"Don't bring that into this," Draco replied, "I would think if you cared you would try harder."

Harry's voice caught. Oliver's words came floating back to the surface.

He doesn't know you don't care for him, does he?

"I… I was only joking Harry, you don't have to learn it if you don't want to," Draco said softly, sensing his boyfriend's hesitation.

"No, it's not that," Harry assured the Slytherin, "It's just… you do know I care about you, right? You know that?"

"Of course. Why? Did Oliver say something?"

Harry was amazed about how perceptive the blind teen was. He seemed to notice more than Harry did, and Harry had the use of his eyes.

"How did you ever guess?" Harry finally said sarcastically, pressing a kiss to Draco's neck. "I just… just want you to know. I don't think I've ever…"

"Falling into the corny slot Potter," Draco said, "but I appreciate the feeling. They are mutual, if you have to be told."

"Thanks. For the corn warning and the…"

"I know."

"I just…"

"I know."

Harry started to talk again but Draco clicked his tongue. Harry chuckled and said, "Why do I get the feeling you want me to do something other than argue with you with my mouth?"

"Very intuitive Mr. Potter," Draco said and found Harry's hairline with his hand, running his fingers down quickly until they found the Gryffindor's glasses. After pulling them off, he pulled his own sunglasses off his nose and dropped them in the grass.

Draco then crawled onto Harry's lap, holding his face between his hands. Locating his lips with both thumbs he leaned down, snogging the ebony-haired teen soundly.

Draco supposed that Harry wasn't quite prepared for the kiss, as he moaned slightly into his mouth. He couldn't help it; he smirked.

Harry's hands came to rest lightly on Draco's thighs. They didn't move, they just rested.

When Draco was quite sure that he wasn't going to lose Harry's lips he slid one hand down his boyfriend's chest. His fingers hesitated over his navel, another smirk. "You've got an innie, I see?"

Harry laughed throatily. "Yeah, it is in no way as cute as yours."

Draco nudged his nose against Harry's cheek, breathing in deeply. "You smell different when you're turned on."

"Draco…"

"You smell rawer," Draco continued, gently pressing his chest against Harry's. "More real."

"I've an idea," Harry said, stopping Draco before it got too unbearable to stop. "Why don't we wait until the night before I have to leave? We can kiss, but that's it. Nothing else. Then, then on that night we can do whatever you want. Deal?"

Draco bit his lip and pressed another kiss to Harry's lips. "Deal. But it's whatever I want."

"Of course. Isn't it always?"

Thanks to brionyjae for the beta!