Love Is Indispensable

By Rice-Ball247

Summary: Draco Malfoy didn't know anything about love, Harry concluded. The reason as to why he was giving him a chance was beyond his own understanding, but now it seems that Draco is the one teaching Harry how to love. Draco/Harry

Rice-Ball247: Eighth chapter of Love Is Indispensable. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! This chapter will be short, sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters involved, JK Rowling does.

Full title: Love Is Not Easily Angered – Love Keeps No Record of Wrongs

"YOU GIT!" Harry screamed, lobbing a book angrily in Draco's direction. He watched, in anger, as it missed the blond by a mile and felt something hit him square in the chest before his legs gave way to the Jelly-legs Jinx.

They had gotten into another argument three days after Christmas, about something, like in the beginning of their relationship, so trivial. Harry couldn't even remember what it was and he didn't bother to try and remember. All he knew was that the argument had escalated into a duel of sorts and it had taken Lucius to cast a powerful full-body bind on both of them before he declared them both grounded. Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. What? Grounded by Lucius Malfoy?!

So there he sat, in his bedroom, completely alone save for the book Hermione had given to him for Christmas as his only company. Damn Draco for having a computer all to himself. He lay in his bed for about half an hour or so before he decided to read the book. It was an interesting story and he'd gotten into it for about three hours of straight reading before a knock on the door brought him out of the spell the book seemed to cast over him (not literally).

"Come in," he told whoever was on the other side. Draco walked in with a sheepish smile on his face, which was covered, Harry noticed, in flour and icing. In his hands he held a rather odd attempt at baking, but it looked delicious nevertheless. Harry figured that the words that were written shakily on the top were meant to say 'I'm Sorry, Harry', but he couldn't fit the 'y' in Harry, so it had been squashed into the side.

A bright smile lit up Harry's face as he grabbed the gift, set it aside and pulled Draco into his bed, absently waving his wand to lock the door this time.

"Love is not easily angered. I'm sorry, Harry," Draco told him before he, and the cake, were devoured with much pleasure.

"YOU PRAT!" Harry screamed as he chucked a nearby pen (pathetic, yes, but convenient) at Draco's backside. The blond gave him a furious glare before lobbing the pen back. "You always do that!"

Draco didn't even know what he'd done wrong and, in Harry's mind, he didn't know what Draco had done either. All he knew was that one moment, they were fine and sitting happily, chatting to each other, then Draco made some random comment (Harry couldn't, for the life of him, remember what it was) and Harry ended up scowling.

"If it makes you so angry, then steer off the topic completely!" Draco bellowed back, his face red with anger. Harry let out a frustrated shout and started going off at Draco for previous trespasses. Draco's mouth dropped open when Harry continued to rattle off all the things he'd done wrong from the very start of their relationship before he drew his wand and cast 'silencio' on Harry. It took Harry only two seconds to realize he'd been shut up before he too, drew his wand and the fireworks began.

Not that they weren't used to it.

Again, Lucius had managed to appear in the room (how did he know that they were arguing? Was it a sort of sixth sense or something?!) and promptly expelled their wands from their hands, tied them together and cast silencing charms over both of them. He was absolutely livid; even Draco cowered in fear – and he'd been living with Lucius all his life. Imagine how Harry felt; he was lucky he had enough self control to not wet his pants.

They'd only been grounded yesterday for heaven's sake!

Lucius untied them, and then promptly sent Draco away before he told Harry he was not permitted to see the blond until they had sorted themselves out. Harry agreed, although reluctantly. He didn't want to admit it but he'd already missed him.

A while later, once Harry had cooled his temper, Draco Apparated into his room with a notepad and pen. Harry raised his eyebrows, wondering why on earth Draco was bringing such things around with him, before he realized that the silencing charm cast on Draco hadn't been lifted yet.

Harry laughed as Draco scowled at him and wrote on the notepad, 'Love keeps no record of wrongs. Please forgive me for all I've done wrong.'

The apology felt almost childlike, but it made Harry's heart swell with gladness. He smiled as he took the pen from Draco's hand and wrote, 'Forgiven,' underneath. Draco smiled back at him before he took the pen again and wrote, 'So can we like…make out now?'

Harry rolled his eyes and, waving his wand in Draco's direction, said 'Finite Incantatem'. The blond didn't speak, but held his lips out expectantly. Harry grinned and pressed his lips to Draco's.

"Of course we can."

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