Harry hummed his way through the Great Hall doors, surprised to see the hall empty of any students that had returned to Hogwarts not ten minutes earlier. He walked quietly inside, making his way to a thought muttered man placed at the Slytherin Table. He smiled, creeping behind the being, covering his silver eyes with his hands.
"Guess who?" he cooed, blowing through the platinum blonde hair into his ear.
"I have no idea, Potter. Maybe if you knew how to sneak up on someone, I'd actually have to guess," Draco teased, removing the hands from his eyes. "I swear, you have the gracefulness of a troll."
"Come on, I was being quiet!" Harry yelled, taking a seat next to his boyfriend of nine days. Draco snorted, pecking the inside of Harry's hand. He placed the hands in Harry's lap, taking a deep breath.
"Could I give you something really fast? I know it's really late, but I couldn't figure out the last stanza up until a few hours ago." Draco asked, reaching into his Slytherin cloak pocket.
"You don't have to do that."
Draco slammed his fist on the table, the ring making a clacking sound.
"Harry James Potter, you need to stop being such a proud moron." Draco said sternly, forcing a roll of parchment against Harry's chest. "Here. No need to read it out loud." Harry took the scroll, which was tied with a delicate red bow. He undid the cloth, unraveling the paper with carefully written letters.
A poem, seven stanzas long, was shining on the sheet, engulfing Harry into it's well written spell. Harry reread the poem, catching the references like fireflies. Rubies and emeralds for the fairies, snow to hail about the weather, his hatred for his reactive nose. Evergreen eyes. Harry's evergreen eyes.
"You wrote this, didn't you?" Harry questioned, a large smile gracing his features.
"If it's bad, I'll write another one! I was trying to earlier, since I wanted to repay you for getting my mother, the manor, and our accounts back. I know this could never equal that, but I wanted to make a personal poem. But I couldn't think of one other than this, and-"
Harry leaned forward, covering Draco's mouth with his own. Draco mewled, losing his train of thought. Harry raised a hand, cupping Draco's cheek and caressing it lightly.
"You started rambling again," Harry said when they separated, Draco's face pink as he leaned into the touch.
"It's your fault." Draco muttered, accepting yet another kiss from the brunette. The blonde placed him palms on Harry's firm chest, lightly stroking. Harry brought his other hand to the other cheek, reaching to run his fingers through Draco's soft hair, making the blonde moan. Draco placed himself delicately onto Harry's lap, giving better entrance to his mouth. Harry reached around the blonde's sides, smiling at the shiver when his hand snaked under his shirt.
"Harry, are you in here? Have you seen the Prophet yet?" a new voice yelled into the hall, the echo of hundreds of collected students almost drowning out the voice. Harry pulled away, Draco gasping loudly. Their heads turned, almost knocking into each other. The students silenced, Ron and Hermione at the front of the crowd.
"So much for a quiet evening," Draco murmured, removing himself from the brunette's lap, his face a deep shade of red. Harry placed a reassuring hand on his thigh.
"Move along, children. Surely you've seen two people kiss before," a smooth voice said from behind, hands resting on both of the men's shoulders. The collection of children slowly shuffled toward their Draco turned his head, smiling with a blush. He jumped from his seat, reaching to hug the towering woman.
"Good morning, Cissy. How was your nap?" Narcissa sighed, shaking her head.
"I am clearly not as young as I once was. I'm afraid the only late nights I'll be enjoying will start and end on New Years," she replied, taking a seat next to Draco. Harry opened his mouth, a fist rocketing toward Draco. The blonde jumped, landing on his back. A wand shot by Harry's ear as he was forced up from his seat, the tip glowing with a bright blue.
"Get away from Harry, you Death Eater!" Ron yelled, Hermione trailing close behind. Draco jumped in front of Narcissa, drawing his own wand. Ron gapped, recognizing the wand immediately. "You thief! That doesn't belong to you anymore! It is Harry's!"
"I didn't steal it! He gave it back to me!" Draco protested, covering his mother's body with his own.
"Ron, let go off me! You're misunderstanding!" Harry yelled, trying to free his hood from his friends iron grasp.
"Draco, put your wand away. We have nothing to hide," Narcissa said, reaching to lower his arm. Draco listened, placing the wand back in his cloak pocket.
"Playing innocent as always, Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed, grabbing the other side of Harry's cloak. "How much can you bet Harry's being possessed?"
"You know I can resist possession! Just let go!" Harry kicked Ron's shin, tugging himself free. He rushed to Draco's side, reaching up to flatten his tasseled hair.
"Are you okay?" Harry fussed, glaring at his baffled friends. Draco blushed deeply as Narcissa giggled.
"I'm fine."
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron demanded as McGonagall stepped through the Great Hall doors, immediately noticing the heated fight.
"Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, please return to your seats this instant!" she bellowed, making the remainder of the chattering students seise. Harry turned to Draco's ear, whispering quietly.
"Meet me you-know-where at midnight." Draco nodded slightly as the three Gryffindors turned to leave. McGonagall's stern gaze suddenly became calm and welcoming.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Narcissa. How was Germany?" she asked. Harry's ears pricked, his head turning toward the two women. Narcissa looked his direction, winking.
"Very soothing, despite the constant state on fear." Narcissa replied, walking toward the elderly witch, ignoring the hundreds on eyes on her figure. They continued walking to the professor's table in silence, Narcissa taking an empty seat placed beside the headmasters. McGonagall stood in front of her pulpit, clearing her throat.
"Welcome back, students! We are pleased you all arrived safely," she said kindly. "I know you have many questions portraying our visitor here this evening, Narcissa Malfoy. There is no need to fear her short presence here. It is to my understanding her unannounced arrival was a Christmas gift from one person to another," she glanced at Harry, his cheeks turning a vibrant pink. "As the Prophet stated, her disappearance from Azkaban was under investigation after her late husband was found trying to cross into France. She was discovered by Aurors on Christmas Eve in the Forbidden Forest, accompanied by her son. According to the Auror in charge, Harry Potter has paid her families debt and bail payment in full, promising full protection to the Malfoys. With that said, any complains or worries pertaining to this should be discussed with Mr. Potter, not the administration of Hogwarts." Murmur rose in the hall, Ron staring angrily at the delicate woman at the professor's table. McGonagall cleared her throat, the room silencing again. "In other announcements, our nurse, Madame Pomfrey, insists you all keep healthy to avoid the flu season rushing upon us by keeping warm and washing our hands. With that, please, enjoy!" The Headmistress clapped, a magnificent feast appearing on the long tables, chatter coming from all directions. Harry removed himself from his seat, only for a hand to pull him back down.
"Where do you think your going? You have a few things to explain to us." Hermione said sternly, her eyes angry.
"Look, 'Moine, I understand that your confused, I am, too. Could we go over this back in the tower?" Harry asked, urgently looking in Draco's direction. Draco wasn't paying attention, his own friends undoubtedly interrogating him as well.
"No, mate. Lets talk about it now. Why did we just walk in with Draco bloody Malfoy on your lap while he sucked your face like a Dementor coming off a diet?" Ron said, pretending to retch as he spoke. Hermione nodded, her hair bouncing. Harry watched as he friends glared at him, Hermione still holding tightly onto his cloak. He groaned, placing himself into his seat with a pout. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Don't even start with the kicked puppy act. What the bloody hell his going on?"
"Fine." Harry said, reaching for a scoop of peach cobbler before starting. He took a bite, taking his place at the beginning, with them meeting in the dorm room, finding the clearing, Cho's continuous assistance, and his developed feelings. Ron glared at Malfoy, the blonde refusing to make eye contact. Hermione listened intently, her mean expression fading to a soft, understanding face.
"It doesn't make sense, though. Why Malfoy? He's a Death Eater!" Ron argued, shoving a spoonful of peas into his mouth.
"The war is over, can't you let it go?" Hermione snapped.
"How can I? Malfoy has treated us like garbage for years, in case you forgot!" Ron growled through food filled cheeks. Harry rolled his eyes, looking over his shoulder to the blonde in question. "Wait a moment, since when were you on his side?"
"Ron, look at his face! I've never seen his this happy before," Hermione said, motioning to Harry as he watched the blonde licked a dab of the cobbler goo from off his middle finger. Hermione continued, trying not to stare as well. "He is so in love, he can't even hear us right now." Harry sighed.
"I can hear you just fine. Can I go now?" Harry begged, already throwing a leg over the wooden bench. Ron shook his head.
"No way in hell, mate. Now that you have officially gone insane, I am making it my life's purpose to keep you away from that prat." Hermione kicked the ginger's shin, smiling sincerely at Harry.
"Go ahead. I'll deal with him." Hermione said cheerfully, Ron stammering idiotically.
"Thank you!" Harry called, hugging her tightly before leaping from his seat. He heard a buzz, a whisper coming from beside. Harry turned toward the Ravenclaw Table, an almond eyed girl staring at him. Cho gave him a thumbs up, nodding with a smile. Harry winked, making his way around the Slytherin table. Draco removed his leg from beside him, Harry sitting down close enough their thighs were touching. Pansy coughed, making Harry look up. She extended her hand across the table, her elbow gracefully avoiding the mashed potatoes on her plate.
"Pansy Parkinson, nice to meet you." Harry took her hand shaking his softly.
"You to-" he managed to stammer before having his arm tugged forward.
"Listen to me, Potter. I understand my Draco has taken a fancy for you, for reasons I don't know why, but nothing means more to me than his happiness. If I so much as hear one word of you hurting him, so help me, I will shove my boot so far up your arse you wouldn't be able to feel anything except your eyebrows. Understand?" she growled through grinding teeth. Harry nodded, her fearsome face turning kind. She released his hand, letting them both fall back into their seats.
"Ignore her. She's just upset she didn't get to him first. I'm Theodore Nott, by the way." Another hand was extended to Harry, leading to a very handsome looking man with dark eyes. Harry accepted the hand, trying not to flinch when his hand was squeezed to the point it could break. Harry accepted the challenge, tightening his grip, watching as his challenger refrained from showing weakness.
"A pleasure," Harry replied. "I'll be sure to treat him right."
"What am I, a pet?" Draco said, fake annoyance in his voice. Harry sat back down, taking Draco's hand into his own.
"My pet." Harry kissed his cheek, smiling when he blushed.
"Alright, you lovebirds, save it for the bedroom." Nott joked. "There are children here." Draco suddenly shot up from his seat.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Draco exclaimed, dashing toward the second year Slytherins. Harry watched as he stopped next to a messy haired blonde, pulling a young boy from his own seat. Harry recognized him immediately; Edgar Pacord, the boy that was constantly causing mischief during the winter holidays. Draco pulled out his wand, a single rose popping out the tip. He handed it to Edgar who nodded, dashing down the rest of the tables length.
"What did you do?" Harry asked as Draco sat back down, pointing toward the Hufflepuff table.
"Look." Edgar had reached the badger's table, stopping behind a laughing girl with a ponytail. She turned around, revealing the face of Victoria Gerald. She gasped as Edgar fell down to one knee, presenting the rose to the girl. She blushed a deep shade of pink, tackling the boy to the floor, smothering him with kisses. Harry turned back to Draco, who placed a spoonful of potato into his mouth.
"When did you become such a hopeless romantic?" he asked, bumping his left shoulder gently.
"I am not a romantic, you baboon. A fellow Slytherin was in need of assistance with a pressing matter, and I decided to help," Draco replied, his eyes watching as Edgar was welcomed by multiple Hufflepuffs to their ranks. Pansy reached across the table, touching his forehead with the back of her hand.
"Are you feeling okay, Draky-cakes? Are you sick?" she asked, patting his cheeks.
"He's fine, he just has a case of Gryffindor fever." Nott teased, Draco glaring at him.
"What do you expect? I did end up spending two weeks in a row with one!"
"And you enjoyed every second." Harry added, placing a peck on Draco's temple. He moved to his ear, whispering a soft phrase making the blonde turn cherry red.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco gasped as his back was thrown against the stone wall, a mouth covering his own. A click echoed through the dusty classroom, undoubtedly the lock on the door. Draco's mind went blank as his wet cavern was invaded, his restraint seeming to vanish. Their lips separated with a pop, his partner's lips lowering to his neck, nipping at the soft flesh with his teeth.
"H-Harry..." Draco moaned, bucking upward at the shocks running through his body. He tensed as the brunette's hand groped his arse, his knees buckling under him. Harry caught his waist, their bodies pressed together tightly. Harry claimed Draco's mouth again, smiling when the blonde lost all will to hold himself up any longer. They fell to the floor, clothing being ripped of each others bodies, Harry pinning Draco's hands above his head.
"Do you realize how truly helpless you are around me?" Harry asked between breaths. Draco turned his head, trying to hide his blush in his bare shoulder.
"I am not helpless." Harry laughed under his breath, leaning to capture the blonde's earlobe.
"And I'm a Hufflepuff," he teased, licking up the blonde's ear. Draco shivered, trying to remove his wrists from Harry's grip. He struggled, his efforts futile.
"Why so fiery? Are you that desperate to be touched?" Harry whispered in Draco's ear, his moan making the brunette smile.
"Stop teasing, you- Ah!" Draco gasped as a pulse of pleasure sparked in his chest, a hand clasped tightly around his begging member.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you." Harry said, the scraping sound of skin against skin echoing through the dark classroom. He licked up Draco's neck, biting down on the pulsing vein. The bruise formed immediately, Draco could tell.
"You sadistic bastard," the blonde whined between gasps.
"I know." Harry released Draco's wrists, his now free hand trailing farther down than his occupied hand. Draco arched his back, muffling a scream with his arms as his body was invaded. Harry lifted the blonde's hips, gaining better access to his current project. Draco gasped as a second digit entered him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"Move your arms, I want to see your face." Harry ordered, Draco complying when a third was injected. Harry pumped him forcefully, savoring every moan. He removed his fingers, not waiting a moment before replacing them with something more fitting. Draco called out as he was filled, his fingernails digging against the stone. Harry placed both arms around the blonde's head for balance, looking Draco on the eyes with lust-filled eyes. Harry groaned as the inner heat wrapped around him, keeping still as he waited for Draco to adjust.
"God damn it, Harry, move!" Draco yelled, tired of the still position.
"As you wish." Harry moved back, thrusting forward without hesitation. Draco yelled, not in pain but in pleasure. Harry leaned down, encroaching the blonde's moaning mouth. Their tongues fought between gasping breaths, Draco's arms wrapping around Harry's back as his stomach tightened.
"You're so tight, Draco." Harry said as they broke apart for breath. Draco called out again, a place deep inside him exploding to life. Draco screamed, his release hitting him like an oncoming train. Harry grunted as the occupied space tightened, sending him over the edge as well. Harry collapsed on top of his lover, their chests heaving in synch. Harry reached for the blonde's limp hand, gripping it tightly.
"I don't think I'll be able to walk for a month." Draco blurts, his eyes still focused on the ceiling. Harry sat up on his elbows, looking into Draco's silver glistening eyes.
"Am I really that bad?" Harry replied sadly, his voice wavering and unsure.
"Bad?" Draco said caressingly, taking Harry's face into his hands. "No, no, no, not at all. You, Harry, are the most fantastic lover I could ever imagine. I don't know where you get your doubts from, but I can assure you, I wouldn't prefer you any other way."
"Really?" Harry questioned, a large smiling gracing his features. Draco smirked.
"Really." Harry leaned down, kissing Draco with tender, caring movements.
"I love you." Harry said, brushing some of the blonde's untidy hair to it's rightful place. Draco leaned into the touch, closing his eyes for a moment before peering into the brunette's anxious gaze.
"I love you more."