With Darkness as our Blanket
- by BiSciFiGuy -
Pairing: Harry P & Draco M.
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: M (Violence & Gay Themes)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or character histories or places or anything except my own plot. No copyright infringement is intended.
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A/N: This chapter has also been edited to repair a major plot problem that was picked up by keshia-515, I greatly appreciate your help. (Please refer to A/N 2 at the bottom of Chapter 1 (Memories) for a full description of the reason for the post-publication edit).
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Chapter 2 : Enter the Dragon
In Harry's small apartment the drapes were closed over the tiny windows of his bedroom, the door too was shut tight, it's key hanging from a hook on the frame. In the bed Harry lay on his back, his arms spread, one leg pulled up, the other straight out, lost under the black sheets. For the first time in many months Harry was sleeping almost peacefully, his brow was devoid of sweat droplets, his mouth was relaxed. His fingers were only slightly curled, instead of clutching at the sheets like most other nights that were plagued with dreams. Harry was dreaming though, but this time the dream was good, the dream was of before it all happened, when he had last been truly happy. In the darkness Harry sighed.
Harry was sitting at the High table, his friends were on the floor in front of him. Enchanted instruments were playing various kinds of music above the dancers. He had been between them minutes earlier, enjoying a slow dance with Ginny, he and his ex-girlfriend now laughed easily when they were together, instead of the strained relationship they had, had after he came out. He had left her in Seamus' capable hands when he noticed the Headmistress settle into the large chair at the centre of the table. He quickly made his way to her and dropped into the empty chair beside her.
"Are you okay Professor?". He asked when she turned to him.
"Yes, mister Potter. I'm just a bit nostalgic".
"I suppose sitting here, where he used to sit must be difficult?". Harry reached out a hand and touched her arm, she sighed.
"Yes, quite". Harry smiled. After so many years Professor McGonagall still had an intense sense of pride, he knew they were friends but she still kept her feelings private. Everyone had had difficulty with accepting Headmaster Dumbledore's death, but Harry knew that Minerva McGonagall faced particular difficulty with it, after all she and the former Headmaster had been seeing each other covertly for almost thirty years before his death. No one would have known the truth had Harry not inherited Dumbledore's estate, he had found a magical box filled with parchment as he went through the old wizard's belongings. It was enchanted and he had searched high and low to find someone who could open it. Professor McGonagall had taken one look at it and it almost opened by itself. Inside, as it turned out, were rolls and rolls of parchment filled with poems and letters that the former headmaster had written for the current one. Poetry so deep that, Harry suspected, even Voldemort would have shed tears and desired love should he have read it. The prophet had a field day with this information of course, Harry didn't know it had leaked, but it did.
He was about to change the subject from Dumbledore when the doors to the Great Hall opened and the only tardy guest arrived. It was the most beautiful sight Harry had ever seen, even though he had already seen it only that morning. Draco walked into the Hall, with his usual presence spreading out and filling the large room. He was wearing tight black jeans and a green shirt that clung to his lithe body like a second skin, accentuating every curve of the muscle beneath. Every head turned and watched as the doors closed behind the gorgeous blonde, he had grown suddenly tall after school and was almost frighteningly thin. He strode into the Hall, his eyes fixed on Harry, who in turn excused himself from the table and made his way to this piece of blonde perfection. Harry saw Hermione smile, he saw Ron grimace a bit. But he didn't care, he embraced Draco as soon as they came within range, pulling him into a deep lingering kiss.
"My, it seems I should show up late more often". Draco said slyly as Harry pulled away.
"Whatever, I just missed you". Harry said. They had been dating for a week and had spent the previous night cuddling on Harry's couch. Harry had wanted to do more but was surprised to find Draco had a strict rule about sex and had refused Harry's advances.
Draco pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Harry, it was a tiny box, about the size of a matchbox, wrapped in green paper.
"This is what you get me for my birthday?". Harry said, eyeing Draco.
"It's shrunk down you git". Draco whipped out his wand and flicked it over the box, instantly making it grow, and it didn't stop growing, forcing Harry to set it on the floor as it grew almost as tall as he was.
"Now that's much better". He leaned in and kissed Draco.
Outside Harry's dream there were signs of trouble, in the darkness Harry's sleeping form had become tense, his hands began pulling at the sheets, a few drops of sweat began forming on his brow, he turned on his side and pulled his legs up, almost into the foetal position. His body was accustomed to what was about to happen, it had learned the dream, knew what was about to happen. A small whimper escaped Harry's lips.
Harry saw Seamus and he made a beeline for his friend, still feeling the excitement of dancing with Draco, of feeling the intense magnetism between them. On his way to Seamus, Harry felt a hand grab his arm and he turned to look into Hermione's smiling face.
"Hey birthday boy".
"Hi Hermione. Enjoying the party?".
"Yeah, you sure know how to throw a birthday bash".
"Thanks". He smiled at her, his most loyal and trusted friend, he knew that without her, he may never have survived the war. He looked at her for a moment and was reminded of the Yule ball in fourth year. Feeling a rush as he saw again how beautiful she had looked that night, and how beautiful she looked now. Dressed in a tight fitting purple gown that clung to her body and accentuated her figure. The low neckline drawing all attention to her full lush breasts.
"Could you meet me by the door in about twenty minutes?". She asked.
"Yeah, sure. Are you guys leaving?".
"Yes, If I can find Ron". Harry smiled, Ron was pretty drunk and had gone off with and equally drunk Luna to talk about Nargles.
"Good luck with that, but wait". He clapped his hands and two glasses of Champagne drifted towards them, settling in their hands.
"A toast to the greatest friend and the best birthday party ever". Harry said and the glasses clinked together. Harry drank and noticed the subtle movement of Hermione's wand, only half out of it's little pouch inside her sleeve. It flicked almost imperceptibly and he watched as she drank the champagne that had suddenly turned from a light golden tint to almost transparent. They lowered their glasses.
"You're not drinking?".
"No". She said and looked away.
"Oh Merlin, you're not drinking!". Harry almost yelled, getting several stares from the people close to them. Hermione waved her hands to hush him.
"Shut up, I haven't told anyone". She whispered.
"What? When did you get the news?". Harry whispered back, frighteningly excited.
"Today, The owl came just before we left for the party. I've been subtly transfiguring my alcohol to water all night, but it would be just like you to notice it". Harry embraced her then and they discussed the baby for a while more. He smiled as she excused herself to find her drunk husband and he turned back to Seamus, who appeared to have been waiting patiently for him to finish with Hermione. As he turned he saw the doors open again and a figure slipped into the room, dressed in a dark cloak and hood. He hardly paid it any notice, it was probably Filch.
"Hi Seamus". Harry said as he reached his Irish friend.
"'Ello Harry". They chatted for a while before Seamus turned serious.
"Look Harry, I'd like to say thank you for letting me write the story 'bout you're party". Harry noticed that Seamus' accent had almost vanished since they had last seen each other, It was something Harry knew Seamus had worked on for Ginny.
"Seamus, you're my friend, I'd never leave you out of anything in my life, and just 'cause you're a reporter for the Prophet doesn't change anything, nothing could every change that fact".
"Good, because I'm going to ask Ginny to marry me". Harry gasped, so much news in one night, it was overwhelming him.
"Good".
"But I want you're blessing". Harry was pretty much dumbfounded.
"Why?".
"Well, you two were…".
"That's in the past Seamus. You two have been together for a while and it's the logical next step". Harry felt a bit fake telling Seamus all this, as he himself had once considered asking Ginny for her hand, had he not been reunited with Draco during the trails he would have married her, but Draco had changed everything. Seamus nodded and Harry smiled.
His smile faded when he felt an odd cold presence behind him. A figure was standing behind him, Seamus noticed the person first and nodded his head, indicating the person wanted Harry's attention. Harry sighed and turned around. The figure's head was hidden beneath a hood.
"Yes?". Harry enquired.
"A present for you mister Potter". The figure's arms moved and Harry saw pale, bony hands holding out a tiny box. Being a bit drunk, Harry reached out for the box, it took him a moment to realise what exactly it was. He was shocked sober as he saw that it was a curse box, basically the wizard version of a bomb, he had come across plans for such a box during the time he hunted Death Eaters after the war. He opened his mouth to yell out a warning as the figure threw back it's head and laughed, the hood falling away to reveal that awful face as the bone white hand holding the box flipped open the lid. Harry heard several voices coming from the box, shouting curses, the bright flashes of the curses exploding out of the box. Harry's yell caught in his throat and he jumped back, crashing into Seamus and instinctively covered his friend with his body as he watched the curses fly out of the box, many were purple, or silver. Some were red or yellow but most were an all too familiar bright green…
Harry woke with a start and pulled himself upright almost in the same movement, the mirror in front of his bed immediately blinked into darkness like an eye blocking out the sun. Harry was breathing hard, the air wheezing into his lungs as he looked around the room, panic slowly giving way to the realisation that he had been dreaming. He forced himself to remember that he was safe in his own bed, away from… from him. He looked around the dark room, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in the bed, he got up and pulled the shades off the windows to be met with bright sunlight hitting his eyes. He turned around and looked at the clock hanging at above the now dark mirror. It was nearly three o'clock. He sighed and walked towards the bathroom, he had been staying up later and later at night and the result was that he mostly got up several hours after midday. He grunted as he stepped into the bathroom, relieving himself as he listened to the various mirrors shutting their "eyes". He opened the taps in the shower and stripped down.
Under the warm water he forgot the dream, forgot that two days had passed since the Headmistress had been in his apartment, that it had been two days since he'd sent the letter with her, two days and he still had no reply from Draco, two days of the few he had left that he had wasted. Harry slowly lathered up his body, the soap making his body slick, as he brushed his hands over his abdomen he felt the tiny ridge on his body and the dream came rushing back into his thoughts, making him gasp. The new scar was quite a bit bigger than the old one, but it carried the same, if not more memories for Harry than the lightening one did. He consciously though about anything except the dream, which as it turned out, was Draco, as he lathered the rest of his body. Harry remembered the way Draco's body had felt that night they had spent on the couch, they way his hair smelled, his beautiful hands as he caressed Harry's face before kissing him deeply, the way his voice sounded when he spoke. Harry sighed and as his hand rubbed the soap down his body suddenly encountered hard flesh. Harry looked down and noticed that he had an erection. He stared at it for several moments, as thought unsure of what it was.
"What the hell". He told the stiff muscle, so hard that it throbbed almost violently, causing the arousal to register as a dull ache. He had had very little sexual desire and even fewer erections since the attack, and none of the erections had been as strong as this one. He though about it for a moment then Harry reached down, taking it into his hand, feeling the blood pulsing through it, the almost burning heat that radiated from it. He stroked it slowly, feeling the familiar sensation tingling through his body, making his knees tremble. It had been so long since he'd had an orgasm, he though. Feeling the warm soap running down the front of his body, getting between his hand and the strange, hard creature held in it's grasp. He made another tentative stroke and shuddered again. He moved progressively faster, the movement coming naturally (he'd had lots of practice). For a moment he felt himself teetering on the edge and then he was over it. The explosive force of his release made him gasp out loud and his body rocked violently. He leaned back and felt his knees give way, dropping him onto the floor of the shower, his fluids still spurting from him, hitting his stomach, his legs and his trembling knees. He stared as his erection bucked and shook, finally emptying itself. He sat, exhausted, watching as the spray from the shower washed the sticky whiteness away, it clung to the hair on his legs in a desperate attempt to remain safely away from the drain..
Harry had no idea how long exactly he sat in the spray, satisfied and oddly terrified by what he had done. He realised that the water had turned cold and he shook himself hard. Slowly getting up he tested his knees before standing up fully. He turned off the taps and stepped onto the mat beside the shower. He tied a towel around his lower body and went back to his room. He stood looking around it aimlessly. He had nothing to do…
There came a tapping sound from the kitchen, almost like someone was tossing pebbles up to the window. He frowned and marched to the kitchen, finding an Eagle Owl on the ledge beside the window, it was tapping it's beak against the glass. Harry opened the window and the owl hopped onto the table, almost proudly presenting the letter it was carrying. Harry took it and scratched the owl behind it's head. He had prepared for this and pulled out strips of meat and fed the owl, it hooted happily after he paid it and flew off. Barely fitting through the tiny window. The letter was addressed with green ink in an almost ornate handwriting. Harry felt excitement bubble up in him. He tore open the parchment and sat at the kitchen table to read the letter.
Harry
I was glad to hear from you, although the Headmistress did look quite pissed for having to deliver the letter. She approached me for a position at Hogwarts as potions master, but I suppose you already know that. I would like to meet you to catch up sometime, it has been a long time since we have been in each other's company.
Love
Draco
Harry couldn't help but notice that Draco had written "love Draco" instead of anything else. He smiled as he looked at the green words. They had written many private letters to each other during their little clandestine relationship during fifth year, something they had never told anyone about, not even after the war and the trials. Harry sat for several more minutes, rereading the letter several times and he realised that it was almost awkward, almost as though Draco were afraid of saying to much. It was as though he was too busy with something to really take time with the letter and had just written a quick note. Harry sighed and made himself a cup of coffee, the smell just began to fill the room when he heard the characteristic "pop" sound behind him. He smiled.
"Good evening, tea without milk and two sugars, right?". He asked without turning around.
"Yes please mister Potter". She said as Harry heard one of the dining room chairs scrape the floor as she sat down in it. He also heard her put down a bag she had started carrying. He turned with the two cups in his hand and walked towards her.
"Mister Potter, please". She waved her wand and Harry felt something strange happening around his lower body, he looked down to see his towel had transfigured itself into a pair of white denims. He blushed for a moment before sitting down beside the Headmistress.
"Sorry ma'am".
"Never mind mister Potter". Harry looked at her, she seemed much older than he remembered her to be before the attack and he supposed that being in her position did create certain problems and was a stressful environment. He also found it rather amusing that she still refused to call him by his first name. She looked around the room and noticed the letter which lay open on the table.
"Have you considered my offer?". She asked.
"I have, but I still need more time".
"Mister Potter, Mister Longbottom has already agreed and moved to the school to assist with repairs, and Miss Patel has also accepted a position. I am only waiting on you and mister Malfoy". She shook her head.
"Yes, I forgot to thank you for delivering my letter".
"Quite, And since it seems that you are avoiding the question and brought up mister Malfoy, there is another I wish to discuss with you".
Harry sighed, he was avoiding the question because he had wasted two full days of his remaining time by spending them in bed, hiding in the dark like some coward. He had also wished to never have this much contact with the magical world again, he hardly wanted to never see the people he knew again, but he had wanted time to heal himself, to be out of the spotlight. He was certain that the few times he had been in Diagon Alley to see the medi-witch had made the headlines. Thankfully he did not get the Prophet anymore. News of the deaths had nearly driven him insane the first few weeks after the attack and he had written a strong worded letter to the distribution office and the Prophet never arrived again. He noticed the Headmistress was staring at him, and realised that she was waiting for him to react.
"What matter is that, Headmistress?".
"Well, it is mister Malfoy in fact". Harry sat up.
"What about him, is something wrong, oh Merlin, does he have the Creep?". Harry felt panic rising in him again, and also a strange burning sensation in his heart that he knew was fear, fear of losing another person he loved.
"No, apart from some psychological trauma after the attack and the Sectumsempra scars he is quite fine. It is his current situation that is troubling me".
"What's wrong?". Harry was annoyed at her for taking so long to tell him what was going on but he patiently sat back as she took a sip of her tea and seemed to savour the taste for a moment, he was ready to jump over the table and beat the words out of her when she finally spoke.
"He has been living in rather poor conditions, and I do not believe that it is healthy for him to remain there, especially with his psychological report". Harry frowned.
"He has moved into Severus Snape's old residence, however, the area is destined to be wiped clean by the ministry. And he has been evicted".
"Yes, how can I help". Harry was perplexed, why would Draco move into that shack, he was a Malfoy… He caught his own thoughts a moment later when he remembered what had happened after the trials. How could he have forgotten, he had fought so hard against it.
"I was hoping you would let him move in with you, I have noticed that you have a vacant bedroom down the hall". She smiled at him and drank the last of her tea. Harry stared at her, Draco Malfoy, move into his home, into his life. He was both shocked and excited by the idea. Certainly he didn't want his friend to be homeless but could he have Draco in his home and be able to have a normal life?. Would he be able to cope with having another person near him every day after being pretty much alone for almost a year.
"I… I will have to think about this Headmistress". She seemed to be about to say something rude to him but steeled herself. She smiled a stiff smile and Harry saw that she was angry at him, he nearly found it amusing, she was mad at him because of Draco, something he would never have thought possible while at school. She stood up curtly and turned her back on him.
"Please send me an owl as soon as possible mister Potter", She nearly spat out his name, "but do be quick about it, he must be out of his home by the end of the week". With that she apparated away, leaving Harry flabbergasted at her anger and abrupt departure.
Harry walked around his apartment for several minutes, passing the spare bedroom time and again, thinking about what it would be like to have Draco living there. To have him sleeping there, so close to Harry. He stepped into the room and sat on the soft mattress. The room appeared dead around him. The closets were empty. The dresser was empty. The bathroom shelves were empty. The whole room was hollow. Harry sighed, he knew what he had to do, he needed advice. He pulled on a shirt over his new white pants and slipped on a pair of shoes. He grabbed the floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace.
He stepped out of the fire at his destination and smelled the air around him. He walked down the pathway and again sat down next to Hermione.
"You're here a lot these days". Harry smiled.
"Yeah, well. I have a lot on my mind, and I need advice more regularly now than before".
"Seems that way, what's going on now?".
"The Headmistress saw Draco, she says he's living in terrible circumstances and he's been evicted from his home. She wants me to take him in".
"Well, you are going to do it aren't you?". Hermione and Draco had become almost close friends after the war, much to the consternation of Ron and several others.
"I don't know, Hermione".
"What do you mean you don't know. He's you're friend for Merlin's sake".
"I know, I'm just… I guess I'm afraid".
"Of course, you're afraid you're going to fall in love with him again?".
"I've never fallen 'out of love' with him".
"So why are you afraid?".
"I'm afraid of him falling in love with me again and then I'm going to die and leave him shattered. Hermione, you didn't see him after the war, Voldemort and even his own father used all those terrible curses on him, even the Cruciatus. He was a wreck, I don't know if he'd be able to survive losing a lover".
"Harry, if he moves in and he falls in love with you then he knows the risks, dying can happen at any time, but surely you'd tell him about having the Creep?".
"No, I'm not going to tell anyone, I don't want their pity".
'You can't go through everything alone Harry, haven't you learned anything. Didn't the war teach you anything?". Harry was suddenly angry.
"The war taught me a whole lot Hermione, it taught me how to lose people". They were silent for a long time.
"I'm sorry. But still Harry, have you though about how you want to spend you're last few weeks, how many are left, about five right?". Harry nodded.
"Do you really want to spent those weeks alone in your room, sitting in the dark, avoiding the people around you, the people who care for you?".
"I don't… Hermione, It was so wonderful to be with him that week before the attack…".
"You miss being with him then", Harry nodded again, "Harry, you are about to die, do you want to die in darkness of your own creation or do you want him by your bedside, holding your hand?". He though for a bit.
"I guess, I'd like him close". Harry felt himself give way to her undeniable logic. She always knew exactly what to say to him.
"Good, now go home and send an owl to the Headmistress, she'll be overjoyed that you're taking him in". Harry stood up slowly, his mind racing at a hundred kilometres an hour, he was about to change his entire life, he had only two days to do what he needed to get Draco to him, but he had other business too.
"Goodbye Hermione".
"Goodbye Harry, Don't come back until you have something good to tell me". He smiled and ran back to the floo network, his heart felt light as he tossed in the powder, stepping out into his apartment a second later.
Harry quickly scribbled a note to the Headmistress confirming that he'd take his old boyfriend in and sent it off with an owl he had called, he never bought another owl after Hedwig was killed and still felt choked up whenever he saw snow white owls. He looked around the room as the owl flew away and felt very alone, the emptiness that had comforted him so long had suddenly become something resembling a prison, reminding him of the impending emptiness he was going to face. He slipped on a light jacket and nearly ran out the door and down the street to Madame Kobayashi's.
When he arrived he saw the restaurant was pretty much empty and he threw a look at his watch, realising how late it actually was. He stepped into the tiny foyer and looked around, most of the staff were gone and only one couple remained at a table near the back, cuddling and giggling. Harry sighed and felt his heart long to do the same, he could picture himself and Draco sitting in this hot little room, just holding each other, occasionally sharing a kiss. He nearly lost himself in his imagination but Madame Kobayashi appeared in his line of sight and smiled.
"Harry, Welcome". She spread her arms and pulled him into a hug. At the same time yelling at Tai to get him his usual order. She pulled him to a table and sat him down, tapping his shoulder before sinking heavily into the chair opposite him. She regarded him for several moments and Harry had the distinct feeling he was being evaluated, he felt the urge to cover himself with his invisibility cloak and just lay under the table until she moved on, but her lips turned up into a knowing smiled and she reached out to take his hands in her own.
"Tell me what happened?". Harry was slightly taken aback.
"What makes you think something happened Madame Kobayashi?". He asked.
"Harry, I've raised six boys, I know when they are pleased as punch with something and I might say, you are looking almost disturbingly pleased". Tai arrived with the Saki and he and Harry exchanged pleasantries for a few moments, Harry promising to meet the younger boy after dinner. He turned back to Madame Kobayashi when they were alone again, she still had a patient smile on her face, waiting for him to blurt out his feelings.
"Well, I found him again". Madame Kobayashi's face lit up.
"You have, how wonderful".
"Yes, I think so, he is sort of moving in with me tomorrow". She frowned.
"That is a big step, I thought you wished take it slow, two days ago you didn't want to find him even though he is the love of your life, now he is moving in?". She looked sceptical.
"Well, circumstances sort of dictate that he has to move in. Draco has no where else to go". He felt a bit guilty again for actually having to think about letting Draco move in with him.
"What a lovely name". Madame Kobayashi mumbled and his head snapped up.
"What?".
"You have never mentioned this boy's name to me, even though you spoke so fondly of him. I hope you will be bringing him here to meet me?". She smiled again.
"Of course Madame Kobayashi, as soon as he's settled we'll drop by for dinner". She nodded and excused herself, the couple was leaving and she went to the counter to finish up for the night. Tai appeared at the table and took his mother's seat.
"Your boyfriend is coming back?". He asked, Harry nodded slowly. They sat in silence for several minutes, listening to Madame Kobayashi count the money in the till.
"I can't wait to meet him". Tai continued the conversation.
"You… you're not upset?".
"No Harry, I told you when we kissed that I had to know if it felt right and it didn't. I still adore you but I know you're not for me, your only desire is for… another man". Again Harry nodded and soon excused himself from the restaurant, with promises of returning as soon as possible with Draco on his arm.
Back in his apartment Harry found and owl on the kitchen table and excitedly read the letter from Professor McGonagall. Draco would be arriving the next afternoon.
"Shit, look at this place". Harry proclaimed at nothing, for the first time he noticed that he pretty much lived like a hermit, clothes were scattered everywhere, cups and plates stood on almost every surface. He sighed and began cleaning, suddenly missing being able to do all the work by magic, but he held fast to his promise and did it all by hand. Just as the sun came up he finished in the guest room, pulling at the comforter he had thrown over the bed. He leaned back and felt a curious sense of accomplishment. The place looked normal again.
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The telephone was ringing somewhere in the darkness, Harry heard it but thought it was part of his dream. Then he realised that there weren't any phones in the Wizarding world and his eyes snapped open. Yes, the phone beside his bed was ringing, he stared at it for a long time, it hadn't rung in almost six months. He reached out and pulled it to his ear.
"Harry, 'Allo". He grumbled.
"'Arry, how ye doing?".
"Seamus, is that you?".
"Damn right it is. Are you sleeping?". Seamus sounded astounded that Harry could be sleeping at two in the afternoon.
"Just a nap, what can I do for you?". He yawned.
"I hear you were taking up a position at the school, is it true?".
"It's true that the Headmistress made me an offer but I haven't accepted it. I'm still thinking about it". Harry sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, and is it true that Draco is moving in with you?". Harry started and stared at the clock, Draco would be arriving in a hour.
"Merlin, do you know everything?". Harry mumbled.
"Yes well, just because I don't work for the Prophet anymore doesn't mean that I'm completely out of touch you know. When someone comes across some news about you they usually call me to know if it's true".
"Wonderful, but yeah, he's moving in with me, the ministry kicked him out of his house".
"Well, when you two are settled let me know, I'll drop by".
"Seamus, you're in another country".
"Just until next week, I'm moving back to London".
"Really?, oh Merlin. The headmistress got to you too, didn't she?". Harry asked, exasperated.
"Yeah, she's pretty persuasive".
"So what are you going to be teaching?".
"Transfiguration".
"What?, she does know you were…",
"I'm not that bad at it anymore you know. Nothing has exploded since sixth year". Harry couldn't help but laugh, they had just set a date for their meeting when Harry's doorbell rang. He felt excitement bubble up in his brain and blood rushed to his cheeks and he felt them burn.
"Oh shit Seamus, Draco's here". He nearly giggled, making his friend laugh.
"Just breathe Harry, it's only Draco". Harry set the phone down as the bell rang again. He smoothed his clothes as he walked, hoping that he looked okay. Cursing the fact that he had enchanted his mirrors as he reached out and pulled open the door.
"Merlin, it took you long enough!". The snide remark was thrown at him as soon as he stared at the tall, lean figure before him. Draco smirked at him through the door, and Harry felt his old feelings for the blonde making an appearance. He looked Draco up and down, the gorgeous hair still hung almost perfectly over his forehead. His eyes were still sharp and glowing, but seemed to have become much older than they had been last time Harry had seen them.
"Are you going to let me in or just stand there staring at my perfect body all day?". Draco asked and Harry stood aside, allowing him entrance. The door closed and they stood staring at each other in the short hallway. Harry found his voice first.
"Still a vain git, I see?". Harry grumbled as he checked Draco out again.
"Still a noble Gryffindor, I see". Draco smirked again and they closed the distance between them and fell into the tightest, most yearning embrace Harry had ever shared with anyone.