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Draco stared at his reflection in the mirror, pulling at the dark, baggy skin under his eyes. There were deep lines across his skin, and his complexion looked pasty. Maybe those were the first signs of premature aging, he thought with a sigh.
"You are not aging prematurely, you twit. Those are lines from the pillow, that would not be there if you had woken an hour ago as I told you to." Harry's voice commented from behind, lacking the necessary gentleness a nice person would reserve to someone who had just awoken.
"I was talking to myself, thank you. And I would have, if you had the decency to call me on time."
He replied haughtily. He sniffed, too, for good measure.
"Next time you wanna talk to yourself, don't do it so loudly then." Harry rolled his eyes, snatching Draco's toothbrush from his hands and sending it packing with a wave of his wand. "And, Draco, I did wake you. You kicked me… and told me that I could go fuck myself, or something that sounded a lot like it. Not all of it was intelligible."
"I was going to use that!" Draco pouted, despite having already brushed his teeth. "And it was all your fat arse cat's fault, by the way. If he hadn't decided to use my face as a bed, almost killing me I dare say, at 3 fucking am I wouldn't have overslept. It took me hours to finally breathe normally again!"
"Don't you say." The other boy commented, thick on the sarcasm. If he'd roll his eyes another time they were likely to get stuck inside his head, Draco thought vindictively. "I was awake for most of them, listening to you moan."
They had fallen asleep on the sofa, both too wired up from the party to go to bed but too tired to actually resist the lull of sleep. Harry had given in easily. After all, he was going to go back to his friends, who were waiting for him with open arms and weepy eyes. Draco, who could not say the same, had spent countless minutes staring at the wall, tracing patterns on Harry's ankles with fingertips like feathers. He reckoned he had just been about to succumb to sleep himself when Ron, the jerk, had attempted murder by sitting right on top of his nose.
"With his balls, may I add." He shuddered at the thought.
"So you have said. Many times."
It must have been almost five when Harry, exasperated at the upteempth demand to know if he too could hear Draco's heart beating dangerously fast, had snapped that they should go to bed. Draco had followed him meekly into his bedroom, only just realising at Harry's icy glare that it probably wasn't what the other boy had meant. Not that he admitted noticing it, so Harry had been forced to scoot over and give up some space. Draco had no recollection past that point, aside for the faint feeling of a warm body next to his own.
"Did I touch you inappropriately?" He wondered, remembering that exhaustion did often cause his limbs to behave on their own accord. Thinking about it, he was pretty sure one of his hands had definitely made its way under clothes of some sort.
"Merlin! No! You did poke me in the ribs an annoyingly amount of times, though. And said something about my bones that didn't make much sense."
"You do have bones." Draco observed, intelligently.
"You didn't have to come sleep in my bedroom, you know. No bones in your own bed. Are you ready, by the way? Scott and Allie are gonna be downstairs in five." Harry said, looking behind his shoulder impatiently, already halfway out of the bathroom.
Draco followed. "Well, if you aren't a ray of sunshine this morning. I apologise for kicking you! Does that make it any better or would you like a kiss on your emotional bruises?" He said, not able to help himself. He was feeling extremely nervous, which often translated into being obnoxious for no reason. He even went as far as puckering his lips, making kissy sounds in Harry's direction.
Harry, to his credit, didn't rise to the bait. "I've been awake for nearly four hours, Draco. Four hours during which I tidied everything, made you breakfast to go, although I can't promise I haven't poisoned it out of spite…" He warned, with a sweet smile that Draco found quite unsettling. "I also fed myself and Ron, making sure to give him extra treats. I've been downstairs to return the keys and endured some more hugging and well wishes. Apparently I looked sleep deprived, because I have been told to take care of my health a bit better. Wonder why… I've also fought a brutal battle with the stupid cat to get him into that damn trap thing. He lost, but at what cost?!" He showed Draco his forearms, covered in more than a few scratches, some of which had just barely stopped bleeding. Draco blinked.
Ron hissed at them from his carrier.
"Didn't see you there." Draco greeted cheerfully, receiving a matching set of yellow and green glares that spoke of hate and murder.
"I'm tempted to release him." Harry said, his eyes glinting dangerously.
Draco raised his hands in surrender. "I get it, I get it. You had a busy morning. I am grateful, really."
"Are. You. Ready?"
"Err… I need to take a leak." He grimaced, trying to look apologetic.
Harry groaned loudly and left the room in a fashion that was becoming routine.
Draco found himself chuckling, strangely pumped at the prospect of the long flight ahead of them, Harry trapped beside him with nowhere to go.
"So, what breakfast did you pack for me?" Draco asked, once they were strapped in the car.
"Couple apples, arsenic and pain au chocolat." Harry growled, putting the emphasis deliberately on "pain". He chucked a paper bag in Draco's direction with ill grace, but Draco caught it with a shrug and reached for the pastry.
"Hey, this is a raisin bun!"
"Glazed." Harry confirmed, syrupy sweet like the mess that now coated Draco's fingers.
"You said pain au chocolat!" Draco protested, grudgingly tearing a piece of bun off and stuffing it into his mouth. It was pretty soft, but Draco hated glaze.
"Oops. I was right about the apples, though."
Draco rummaged inside the bag and extracted two kiwis. He glared. "How am I supposed to eat these?"
"Trouble in paradise?" Scott chuckled from the driver's seat. "Hey, crumbs off my leather, Drake!" His eyes met Draco's in the rear mirror.
"This is a bun." Draco said, waving said crumbless goody in the air to make his point. "Also, call me that one more time and I'll hex you into a potted plant."
Scott snickered.
"No way these seats are leather." Draco mumbled, as an afterthought.
"What happened to the croissants I gave you, Henry?" Scott asked, deciding to ignore the comment about his old toyota.
Harry smiled sardonically and stretched out, hitting Draco in the arm in what he tried to pass as an accident. "Four hours of menial housework are bound to make one hungry. Delicious, really. That stasis charm I showed you meant I got to eat them still warm from the oven."
Draco scowled and threw one of the kiwis at him.
"Awww, you guys are unbearably cute." Allie cooed at them over her shoulder.
"I'm cute." Draco corrected, stubbornly, at the same time as Harry asked "Will you keep him, please?"
Allie laughed and, to Draco's absolute indignation, replied "No way."
Harry was definitely in a mood. Some of the appeal of having him trapped in the next seat over for the long journey ahead started to fade in Draco's eyes.
After a long goodbye during which they had both promised to call at the first chance they got to use a pay phone, Allie had taken Draco aside.
"Don't let him shut down." She had told him, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye when she thought he wasn't looking.
Draco had nodded his assent and she had hugged him tightly, whispering "Be safe" in his ear.
After that the boarding process went smoothly. The airport was busy, full of Muggles excited to leave for their long-planned holidays or sad, but secretly relieved, to be going back home. Draco thought about his first journey alone, just over a month before, and how much had changed since. None of it felt foreign to him anymore.
He showed his passport to the young lady behind the counter almost mechanically. She smiled, scanned his boarding pass and reached for Harry's. Harry had to be nudged out of his thoughts, and her smile dwindled at the cloudy look in his eyes.
"Evan James." She said, voice a little sharp.
"Mhm? Oh, yeah." Harry said, taking back his documents with a nod.
"Seat 22B. Have a nice flight."
Harry didn't respond.
Draco, who had been waiting just a couple of steps away, trew her an apologetic glance but she had already moved onto the next customer. He grabbed Harry by the wrist and dragged him down the tunnel and into the aircraft, feeling like he was taking an empty vessel with him. The inner part of Harry's spirit was left behind, in California.
Once they had found their seats and settled in, seatbelts fastened, Draco finally dared to take a proper look at Harry. The other boy was pale and visibly nervous. He was still clutching his rucksack, fingers toying with one of the straps.
Draco sighed, shifting in his seat. His stomach growled and he thought with longing about the two kiwis he had left hidden in Scott's car.
To his surprise, Harry snorted beside him. He rummaged inside the rucksack and chucked Draco another paper bag. Draco stared in confusion at the two croissants tucked innocently at the bottom of it, still warm to the touch.
"What's the trick?" He demanded, feeling his mouth watering already.
"No trick." Harry assured, rolling his eyes. "I just felt like fucking with you before, but I actually have a couple of apples in the bag as well."
He reached for one, as proof, and took a bite, flesh crunching under his teeth.
Draco munched on his croissants in silence until the first and half of the second were gone. He wiped the crumbs off on his jeans, a habit that younger him would have found horrifying, and cleared his throat.
"So, what's up with you?"
"What do you mean?"
Draco sighed deeper. Harry took a sip of water and acted like he had no idea. "I thought you'd be happier to be reunited with the Weasel and his girlfriend!"
"Hermione's not Ron's girlfriend." Harry said, avoiding the matter.
Draco's eyes widened. "Oh, yes she is. I had forgotten you didn't know."
"Seriously?" Harry asked, decidedly more interested. He reached for Draco's half eaten croissant and started plucking at it.
"Yeah! For a while now. Gross…" Draco bit his lip at Harry's look of warning. "Anyway, it was actually quite entertaining, I have been told. Lavender Brown asked Weasley out on a date and Granger said something along the lines that she was not wasting anymore time after what happened to you. She planted one of him in front of the entire Herbology class. Tracey is friends with one of the Hufflepuffs, it was quite the scandal."
"Don't tell me it was unexpected." Harry scoffed, licking a stray crumb off the corner of his mouth.
"Well, most people thought she was mourning you. The lost hero and all that crap. It helps you avoided the ginger gene and actually are not half bad…looking." Draco finished lamely, waving his hand up and down the other boy's body.
"Please! Hermione is like a sister. It was always going to be the two of them."
Draco nodded. He was sure Harry's disappearance had sped up things between his friends but, thinking about it, they made sense in a way that Harry and Granger could never. The last year had mellowed out both of their personalities, changed them into young adults that were each other's compass and strength. He wondered how Harry's return might influence their newly found balance, and if the other boy was worried about the same thing. Worried if he still fit in a trio that had been missing one piece for so long.
One of the crew members announced their imminent departure and Harry's attention snapped away from Draco. He seemed to be listening intently to the safety protocols, but Draco could hardly believe he was actually interested. His hands had started fidgeting again, his right leg bouncing so hard that the middle aged man sitting next to him sent him an irritated glare and scooted away as far as his seat permitted.
"Are you- ehr, afraid of flying?" Draco said, suddenly overcome by the thought. Harry had never flown as himself before and the nervous energy he was giving off was palpable.
"What? No!" Harry replied, as if the idea was ridiculous at best.
"Then what's up with you?" Draco insisted, pressing his palm down pointedly on Harry's left knee, that had started jittering as soon as the other one had stopped.
"I'm fine."
"Clearly." Draco replied, sarcastically.
"You are not going to let it go, are you?"
Thinking about Allie's words, Draco agreed. "No."
"I- what… What if they don't like me anymore?" Harry blurted, an embarrassed glow dusting his cheeks.
Draco smiled at the lovely contrast his freckles made against his reddening skin. Then, he burst out laughing.
"What?!" Harry snapped, defensively. "You said I have changed."
"I fail to see how getting hotter could make you less likeable to your friends. Unless you are afraid Granger might reconsider her choice?" He said, between snickers.
The man occupying the third seat in their row glared again, motioning for them to keep it down.
"You know what I meant." Harry muttered, blushing harder.
"Listen," Draco said, sombering up. "If you think those two are going to ditch you just because you are not so worked up all the time anymore or because, Merlin forbid, you have learnt to talk about your feelings, then you are dumber than you look. And I said you look hot, not smart." He added, trying to diffuse the tension.
Harry smiled a little. A tiny quirk of his lips, like an involuntary spasm. He sucked on his cheek, nodding, and then relaxed against his seat with a huff, as if his breath had been punched out of his lungs.
"You are a jerk." He sentenced, his smile stretching a little wider, and closed his eyes.
Draco rolled his eyes, and turned towards the small, oval window to look at the clouds.
"A hot jerk, I hope." He said, after a while. When he glanced back at Harry in confirmation, though, he found the other boy sleeping, head lolling to the side and mouth slightly parted.
He sighed fondly, and resumed his watching. They had reached the top and the sky was blue over a dense sea of white that looked like it would melt on his skin. Draco was oddly enraptured and he wasn't sure how long had passed before a cloud that looked a bit like the sorting hat caught his attention. It was almost enough for him to wake Harry.
Feeling foolish for getting excited over something so trivial and wanting to share it with Harry like a silly child, he let the other boy sleep on.
The sky didn't look nearly as beautiful after that.
"You don't know how to apparate." Draco told Harry flatly, after he had dragged him to the same deserted alleyway he and Lupin had visited at the beginning of the summer.
He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it before. Draco had done side-along only once, with Harry, but that time he had acted mostly on instinct. He wasn't sure he wouldn't fuck it up when actually having to concentrate on it.
Harry was rubbing his forehead, looking preoccupied with something else. He snatched his other wrist free from Draco's grasp and shrunk their luggages, stuffing them in his rucksack once they were only a few inches tall. "No, but you do."
"You need to learn." Draco said, hitching his own bag further up his shoulder. "Like asap!"
"M-mh." Harry muttered, with a grimace. His hand flew back to his forehead and Draco's eyes followed the movement, worried.
He batted it away, pushing Harry's fringe up. The scar looked irritated, fresh and raw.
"Quit manhandling me!" Harry demanded, avoiding Draco's searching gaze. "We shouldn't lurk around."
Draco could recognise avoidance when he heard it, but Harry was right. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. Hopefully, they would have time to discuss it later, if he could get a moment alone with the other boy.
"Okay." He sighed. Then, he tilted Harry's chin up, forcing eye contact. After a moment spent searching for Harry's consent, he pushed him against the wall like he had imagined doing many times before. Harry's mouth was soft and gentle against his own, none of the rage he was expecting. Not sure why he had expected rage, Draco shifted, adjusted and followed.
His hand buried into the curls at Harry's nape, the other thumb tracing slow circles into the skin of Harry's wrist. Harry hummed, or maybe the sound had come from Draco himself. He couldn't think straight and found he didn't care.
With their mouths still connected, Draco strengthened his hold and thought, trying to ignore the pang of sadness and worry that wouldn't leave his stomach, "Remus Lupin lives at number 34 Compton Street, Cardiff." Their bodies twisted and squeezed with that uncomfortable, distinctive feeling of going through a needle's eye. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the sensation relaxed and they were back to their original form. Safely hidden by Lupin's anti-muggle barrier, Draco looked at the door in front of him, baring a brass 34, and then back at Harry.
Harry looked ruffled and slightly nauseous, eyes wide and glassy behind his lenses. He swayed on his feet and Draco chuckled, feeling some of the tension ebbing away. The other boy's lips were still slick with Draco's saliva. Draco touched his own with a tiny smirk, and reached for the doorbell, ready for the show to start.
"Harry!" Granger screeched, opening the door wide enough that it was surprising it didn't end up hanging off the hinges. "Oh Harry, you have gotten sooo tall." She said, hugging him around the middle and tucking her bushy head against his chest.
Harry took a sharp breath at the surprise attack and she let go of him, moving back a step in embarrassment. "Sorry-". She started, but he smiled at her fondly.
"Hermione." He greeted, bringing her back for another hug and glancing up at Weasley, who was looking back with eyes full of wonder. "Ron, hey."
"Mate, we… Oh, wow, blimey, it's actually you. Fuck." Weasley said, with a manic grin stretching across his freckled face. They patter each other's shoulders awkwardly for a moment, before Harry laughed. He grabbed the other boy, going for a one armed hug, the same expression of joy and incredulity upon his features. They chuckled hysterically against each other, both too stunned to speak.
Draco shuffled on the doorstep and Granger's sharp gaze found him. She tilted her head, inspecting him as if unsure of what to make of him. Draco swallowed, and waved idiotically.
She frowned, and turned to Harry once again. "You look very tanned Harry, it suits you."
Harry glanced guiltily down her thin frame. Neither her nor her boyfriend had the healthy glow of someone that had a relaxing last year. They were pale, tired and had lost all of the lingering childhood roundness from their features. Draco thought he understood now what Harry was worried about.
But Granger was smiling sweetly, no resentment in her eyes.
"Of course he looks tanned, Hermione! Only too much sun can explain why he came back with him." Weasley commented with a hint of distaste, finally acknowledging Draco's presence by the door.
Granged sighed deeply, shaking her head. "Why don't we all get inside." She suggested, shutting the door behind them once Draco had complied.
He avoided looking at Harry, feeling that it was a game he wasn't the only one playing.
"Are you hungry, Harry? Malfoy?" She asked tentatively, guiding them into the little kitchen.
"No, thank you, Hermione. Just tea would do."
"The same… please." Draco gritted out, shifting in discomfort.
He took a seat at the table while she busied herself with the kettle. Draco thought he understood why she had chosen not to use magic.
"Where is Lupin?" He asked, to break the silence that weighed on his stomach.
"Elsewhere." Weasley replied, sharply. He was leaning against the door frame, tall and lanky. Almost imposing. "He- he had things to take care of. He, uhm- he might be a couple of days." He added apologetically, talking to Harry.
"It's okay, Ron." Harry said, but the disappointment in his voice was badly hidden. They all knew Lupin had quite a few things to answer for.
He is a coward, Draco thought, surprising himself. He hadn't thought negatively about the other wizard in a long time, he realised with a jolt. Despite his initial reservations, he had learnt to respect him and could now safely say he liked the man. Part of him was still convinced Lupin had done the right thing by sending Harry away, but he knew nothing good came from hiding from your own choices.
Granger passed him a mug of hot, steamy tea and Harry conjured him some sugar like a reflex. Draco thanked him, gratefully, before adding an unhealthy amount, even to his standards. He needed the kick.
Both of Harry's friends observed the scene in silence, exchanging worried looks.
"So, are you what, friends now?" Weasely blurted out when it was clear he couldn't hold it in anymore.
Harry turned scarlet. Draco choked on his tea.
Here we go, he thought, feeling dejected. He was still expecting Harry to deny it all, somehow.
"We- ugh." Harry groaned, hands flailing in the air, a few of his nervous ticks back. "We did… stuff, when I thought I was still Evan…" he fumbled, and Draco wished he had chosen better words.
"You took advantage of him when he didn't know who you were?" Granger roared, taking them all by surprise.
"I didn't!" Draco yelled back, indignantly.
"No. I- kissed him." Harry rushed to correct himself. "Nothing happened, but I mean the feelings started then. It's complicated, Merlin. Fuck…" He trailed off, helplessly.
Draco was shocked he had admitted it all. Damn Gryffindor through and through. He felt his own cheeks flush and he knew he was looking at Harry like a smitten idiot.
"When did you realise you fancied boys, as well as… girls?" Granger asked, awkwardly, a doubt in her question.
"I wasn't the first one!" Draco defended, to whomever was listening. No way these idiots were going to accuse him of corrupting their precious friend.
"He always has!" Weasley said, with a shrug. Three sets of wide eyes turned in his direction.
"You knew?" Granger cried, a hint of betrayal in her high pitched voice.
"Ron!" Harry groaned.
Draco simply looked at him, stunned.
"'Course." Weasley said with a grin. "Little Harry's first sexual awakening was my brother." He shuddered dramatically and Harry flipped him off.
"Which one?" Granged asked, turning sharply to the subject of said sexual awakening.
"The dragon tamer?" Draco wondered, vaguely recoletting having seen the burly older Weasley during the Triwizard Tournament.
Harry's eyes flashed dangerously, but his friend must have been oblivious or unaffected because he chuckled and replied. "Bill."
"Who the fuck is Bill?" Draco said and Weasley flashed his teeth at him, his blue eyes lighting up as if the most brilliant idea had just entered his small brain.
"You know what, Harry? Bill was pretty adventurous during his years at Hogwarts, he might have you now that you have turned of age. All you need to do is ask and I'll drop him an owl."
Draco glared what he felt were a thousand tiny daggers in his direction.
"Bill got married two weeks ago." Granger told him patiently and the manic light in her boyfriend's eyes dimmed.
Draco took a sneak peek at Harry's reaction. The other boy was smiling, happy and wide. "To Fleur? That is fantastic. Owl him my congratulations, Ron."
Weasely rubbed the back of his neck and didn't reply, suddenly uncomfortable.
"We can't actually owl him." Granger explained, a sad, haunted edge in her voice. Harry's smile slipped off his lips. "Death Eaters came during the reception. They were looking for me and Ron, we are not sure how they knew about the wedding but - they thought they could get us to tell them about you. Luckily it was only three of them but we had to hide and get away as soon as it was safe to do so. We have gone no contact, it's safer this way. No one knows about this house, Remus is the secret keeper, of course. We- we have a lot to tell you, Harry. Dumbledore…" she trailed off, glancing at Draco.
With the same abruptness of a broken spell, all four of them were plummeted back into reality.
Harry opened his mouth to speak but Weasley interrupted him, raising his hand. "Before that…" He motioned towards Draco.
"I'm not going anywhere." Draco said, stubbornly.
"I had the feeling you would say something like that. Lupin, Merlin knows why, seems to trust you, but you surely understand why we really don't, Malfoy. We have a-".
"A bottle of veritaserum." Granger continued, nervously. "We would be grateful if you'd consent to take it". She held his gaze defiantly, daring him to deny her request.
Feeling tired to his bones, Draco nodded. "Fine, yes. Let's get it over with."
