Gleaming black arrows with poisonous tips shot straight at him.

''Protego!'' shouted Harry. His skin was flushed red from excitement and fear, the torch he held made his eyes flicker wildly.

'Another trap barely avoided,' he thought before his mobile rang. Its sudden noise in the dark tomb startled him.

''What is it?'' asked Harry, voice harsh from the shout before. ''You know I'm at work-''

Static crackled through the phone before the words reached his ears. ''I'm sorry,'' Draco said.

He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder but stayed silent. Draco would have to beg this time.

''I shouldn't have reacted that way, I know but-''

Harry snorted softly. ''How's the eye?''

''Still a bit sore,'' He was glad that Harry was willing to talk to him even if he hadn't accepted the apology. ''It's just that Weasley's so infuriating-''

''Save it Draco, it's nothing I haven't heard before,'' said Harry, cutting him off again. He looked around carefully and sat down on a bit of ground that looked trap free. ''You disrupted a family function, a family I though you felt a part of-''

Draco tried to interrupt but Harry was having none of it.

''Because Charlie, who I dated six years ago,'' Harry was on his knees now and his whispering nearly descended into Parseltongue. ''Complimented me,'' Static fizzled once more through the phone.

''I apologized to him Harry. To all the Weasley's.'' said Draco. He sounded short of breath and pained. ''I didn't think it'd hurt you so much.'' Harry finally caved. He didn't want to leave their fight unresolved.

''I'm not as angry with you anymore,'' He heard Draco rustling around. ''I'll let you know that even though you can be a right shit, I've missed you.''

''Yeah? I miss you too. You're home tomorrow though. I've got a surprise for you.'' The tone of their conversation completely shifted, it was the way their relationship was.

Harry loved the way Draco's voice went soft, it always did when he knew all was well. ''Do I get a hint?''

''Intimate skin to skin contact, a drawn bath, and the best kind of healing.'' Harry smiled, happy to relieve the tension that had been brewing between them.

"Sexual healing,'' sang Draco. Harry rolled his eyes, laughed, and leaned against the wall. An ominous click sounded, signaling a sprung trap.

''Shit!'' he said. ''I've got to go love!''