Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. J.K. Rowling owns all of them, and the world they live in, and the attitudes they have, and basically everything, really.

A/N: Not much happens in this chapter. Just some fluff and an outside view of Snape and Harry's new relationship. Not my best, sorry. Review please. Review, review, review.

Chapter 29

Draco watched out of the corner of his eye as the Boy Who Lived entered the room. Harry went to his bed, fiddling around with something, and Draco idly flipped the page in the book he was holding, as if he was still paying attention to it. But even after all this time, Harry Potter, the git, commanded his absolute attention whenever he entered the room.

Harry finished what he was doing and came towards Draco. Draco continued scanning his book, though none of the words were getting through to him, until Harry jumped right onto Draco's laying down body, landing heavily on his stomach.

"Oof," Draco groaned. He didn't quite understand how Harry could be so scrawny and yet at the same time so heavy. He tossed his book to the side, still breathless, and shifted Harry so his bony elbows weren't pressing quite so far into his middle. "You tosser, what was that for?"

"Nothing," Harry said innocently, pushing his face into Draco's shoulder. Draco could feel both his warm breath and smile through his shirt.

"Wait a second, are you happy?" Draco asked, pulling on Harry to try and detach him so he could see his face.
"Is the Boy Who Lived to Mope actually happy?"

"Shut up, you git," Harry sighed, allowing Draco to pull him back. His tone was irritated but he was still smiling, no beaming, at Draco.

"Why're you so happy?" Draco asked, splaying his hands across Harry's lower back.

"Severus offered to let me live with him," Harry explained, his dark hair falling in front of his face slightly. His mood shifted, his green eyes becoming downcast just so.

"That's great!" Draco said, his voice sincere in a way that it usually wasn't. It was great that Harry had finally found a place where he would be safe and Draco wouldn't have to worry about him. He deserved such a place.

Draco observed Harry's face, wondering about the shift. It wasn't uncommon for Harry's moods to change rapidly, but Draco was getting pretty good at figuring out what instigated the change.

"Why are you pouting?" He asked, tracing a finger over Harry's bottom lip.

"I'm not pouting," Harry rolled his eyes, flushing slightly.

"Well, why are you doing whatever this is?" Draco asked. Harry moved, hiding his face in Draco's chest. Draco prodded him with a slender pale finger, tracing the shell of his ear. Harry swatted at him irritably.

"Is it bad that I'm so excited about this?" Harry asked him in a mumble. "That I become so happy just because someone wants me?"

"No," Draco said vehemently. He bullied Harry into a sitting position, making sure that Harry was staring at him. "It's not foolish, or stupid, or whatever else your thinking. It's perfectly normal and I'm glad that you have it now." He paused for a moment, letting that sink in., and then leaned closer, connecting his gaze with Harry's. "And by the way, I always wanted you."

Harry shifted, and the fact that he was straddling Draco's lap made itself very clear. Draco wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer, and connected their lips. Harry respond enthusiastically, making it very clear that he was happy again, sliding his hands underneath Draco's shirt and tracing over his pale skin.

If this was the way Harry was when he was happy, Draco was more than willing to make him this happy for the rest of his life.

Blaise knocked on the door, rapping it smartly with his knuckles. Once he was done he let his hand fall, fidgeting slightly. He was not what you would call a fidgety person and he was also not what you would call a worrier.

And yet here he was.

In all honesty, he was only doing it because of Draco. Draco had been his friend for a long time and he knew that if Harry had been hurt it would hurt Draco. And the reason he was fidgeting was because he was addressing Professor Snape about a topic everyone knew he did not like. It wasn't as if Snape was a bad person, he just didn't like Harry Potter and didn't make it a secret.

But still. It had to be done.

He knocked again.

"Come in," Snape called through the door in his silky tone. Blaise opened the door, stepping inside. Snape was standing up, as if he had just come into the room. "What can I help you with, Mr. Zabini?"

"Uh, Harry appears to have gone missing sir," Blaise announced. Snape raised a single eyebrow. "Honestly sir. I saw him earlier, but usually he returns back to the dorm before now."

"Is that so?" Snape asked smoothly. Blaise nodded hesitantly.

"Yes sir," He said. Snape smirked.

"I'm sure he's fine," He said. Blaise nodded, turning on his heel, and then stopped. He should have left it alone, but he was struck by the sudden worry that Snape was just being casual about this because he hated Harry and if Harry died then he would be forced to join the Death Eaters, who he had no want to join.

"Are you sure, sir?" Blaise asked. Snape stared at him for a brief second and Blaise stared back evenly.

"Come with me, Mr. Zabini," Snape finally said, beckoning for him to follow. Blaise followed after him, going through the door that Snape held open. He recognized Snape's personal headquarters, where he had been only once before when Draco had brought him to speak with his godfather.

"Blaise?" Harry's head popped up over the couch's back. Blaise stared at him in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Zabini was under the impression that you had gone missing," Snape remarked idly. "You daft boy, did you not tell them where you were going?"

"I didn't think of it," Harry shrugged. Blaise stared at them, wondering when they had become so fond of each other. Because their voices were definitely fond.

"As you can see, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Potter is safe and sound." Snape assured him. "And should he not be in your dorms at other time, he will most likely be with me, so you have no need to worry."

Blaise nodded, backing away. He had done what needed to be done, and now he was ready to go back to the dorm. He did not want to consider how weird it was that Harry Potter was in Snape's private quarters.

Because it was weird. Very.

But also good. Blaise decided that they deserved to be happy.