See chapter one for disclaimers and warnings.
"I can't believe you did that." Harry accused. But it was more so for the principle of the thing than the fact that it had happened. He was quite used to it happening, mostly because he was pants at packing anyway and Theo always ended up doing it for him.
What he hadn't expected was for Theo to be multitasking when they'd been having a moment. At least, he'd certainly considered it to be a moment. The near feral grin on his husband's face had Harry instantly backtracking. He could definitely believe Theo had done that and knowing Theo, it had probably only taken him a few mere minutes to do the necessary spellwork.
His Theo was quite talented and powerful.
Naturally.
"You know, Harry, if you're really not feeling up to this," Theo began, teasingly. He curved an arm around Harry's waist and drew the smaller wizard flush against him. "You really could stay with the Weas-"
"Bastard." Harry smacked his arm and pushed ineffectively at the tight embrace that he didn't really want to break out of. As nice as the Weasleys were, he also hated staying with them, though he could never stand to take the same long assignments that Theo did. The short ones suited him fine and while he could handle two or three, while Theo was on a single, long stretch, he liked to be home when he knew Theo was due back.
He was mostly protesting, because he had missed Theo and he did want to spend some time alone and together, that didn't happen to be while they were on a mission. The last time they had, was a few years ago on a third anniversary. Since then, they'd managed to make a decent name for themselves as an inseparable pair of Unspeakables and as such, were kept constantly busy.
By the time the boarding call sounded out, Harry was back in happier spirits, content to thumb-wrestle with Theo in exchange for the candy coated pieces of chocolate, a muggle treat. They'd abandoned their self-proclaimed championship to find their respective seats.
"First class?" Harry bit back the exclamation that threatened to break out. He couldn't recall ever flying first class, though he had been acquainted with the necessary things to know for flying.
"So?" Theo gave him a light swat to move him forward. "I am allowed to spoil you, Harry." He murmured, smirking.
"B-but, this is ridiculous!" Harry hissed. He could already feel his face heating slightly as the flight attendant paused in the aisle and motioned towards the two secluded seats off to the right.
"Window or aisle?" Theo inquired, mildly. He smiled at the attendant and waved her off. Guiding Harry to a seat, he gave his husband a moment. Harry could take anything in stride, especially in the line of duty, but sometimes, when it was just the two of them, insecurities would float to the surface. Theo had a feeling this was one of those times.
"Just…stuff."
"Calming draught?"
"No." Harry paused, then he frowned. "You have one on you?"
"Never leave home without it." Theo quipped.
"…bastard." Harry mumbled again, half-heartedly. He half-kicked-nudged Theo's nearby foot.
"Cheeky." Theo retorted, moving said trouser-clad foot out of range. "Better?"
"…yeah."
"What happened?"
"Theo-"
"Harry."
"…it's just….it's first class." Harry twisted his hands in his lap, as if needing something to hold.
"I always travel first class. Doubly so when you're with me."
"…I usually fly economy." Harry's quiet remark would have passed over most people. He'd never flown with Theo before. He'd never had to, though he did recall traveling by train and boosted apparition. Once in a while, he would stomach a preferred portkey, but only because they were better than regular ones and only because Theo was there with him.
But Theo was not most people. He was used to hearing what wasn't said, it was practically a Slytherin requirement. "I see. Agency orders?"
"…preference."
"I should fly with you more often then, if only to make the ride more interesting." Theo hummed. "Just relax, Harry. No one is expecting anything of you, in fact," Theo twitched his fingers and the short privacy curtain swung forward, sectioning them off from the rest of the luxury atmosphere in the first class section. "Better?"
Harry managed a smile, inwardly relaxing already. Theo knew him so well. "The red and yellow ones?" He bargained.
Theo rolled his eyes, but handed over the package of candy. He obediently held out his hands and let Harry empty the package into them and fish through the colorful mess to find the ones he wanted.
"You know they all have chocolate in the middle." He perked a brow.
"Yeah, so?" Harry was now separating the red from the yellow in his own hands.
"Merlin save me from your logic." Came the swift reply. Theo looked at the small handful of red and yellow, to his handful of green, blue, orange and brown. "Sure you don't want a green or a blue?"
"Maybe a green." Harry mused. He snitched two.
Theo snorted and settled in for the ride. He popped a few colored pieces in his mouth and crunched contentedly.
"Hmrf—Theo?" Harry asked, blearily. He only knew that he'd been having a strange sort of dream—not a nightmare—and then he'd felt his nice, warm pillow move.
"Shh. Go back to sleep, Harry."
The reassurance was all the smaller brunet needed and Harry's head lolled back to rest on his living pillow. Within a few seconds, his breathing quieted and evened out, as he fell into the practiced, light sleep that all Unspeakables were trained to mimic.
Theo stroked a hand through those messy curls and cradled Harry's head to the crook of his neck. He knew his husband needed the sleep. Nightmares were common for both of them and dreamless sleep could be addicting, even though Severus was working on a formula for daily use.
Harry never slept well when Theo was away and as a rule of thumb, the Slytherin always knew to make sure that said Harry had a chance to catch up on that missed sleep before they set out on their next adventure. He wished that he could simply tug Harry into his lap and hold his sleeping husband for the entire flight, but he wasn't about to tempt the fates that often followed the Chosen One.
In fact, he'd gladly settle for Harry's head pillowed upon his shoulder and his soft breath whuffling across his throat. He'd already removed Harry's glasses and folded them into his jacket pocket, before returning to his crossword puzzle. He'd found the muggle amusement and found himself unable to shake the habit.
Harry was infinitely amused and made sure to supply him with new puzzle books in three's and various levels of difficulty. Theo nibbled on the cap of the ink pen, wishing it was a sugar quill instead. Four letter word that means…
A/N: Thanks for reading! (and the warm response to this fic.) Glad to find other TheoxHarry shippers out there. ;) Enjoy and let me know what you think. Chapters will be short and this fic should mostly be fluffy-ish. Timeline is set for right after Bella has started school in Forks and I will be taking liberties as it is AU, so expect some spy stuff for our Unspeakbles. ;)