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A Domestic Incident
Chapter Number/Total: 14/32
Chapter Title: A Domestic Incident
Words: 2534 Words
Harry woke up later that day, lying in Draco's arms for a few minutes before he moved to get up. He used a quick Cleaning Spell on himself before he could stop himself, sighing at the feeling. He went into the bathroom next, and when he was done, he went about cleaning up the flat. There were times when he wanted to just use his magic to do everything, but he forced himself not to, already afraid that the magical officials were going to find out what was going on.
Draco woke feeling much better than he thought possible. None of the expected soreness in his body, and a comfortable feeling of contentment inside. He blinked sleepy grey eyes and looked over to where Harry was tidying the room.
Harry didn't notice Draco had woken up, and he continued to clean up, going to the small kitchen area and washing out the kettle before filling it with more water to boil.
The blond lay watching his lover. He loved to just watch Harry. Harlan, he tried to remind himself.
Harry turned to see what else he had to do when he saw that Draco was awake. "Hey," he said, walking back to the futon. "How're you feeling?"
"Perfect," Draco answered honestly, stretching out on the bed.
Harry sat down, smiling brightly. "Good. I was cleaning up." He glanced around. "Were you being serious about looking for a better place?"
Draco found it hard to focus on mundane matters when those sparkling green eyes were turned on him. He blinked and took a breath. "You used a lot of magic last night," he said. "If anyone is looking for that, we might be found out. I am sure the Dark Lord has supporters in this country as well. So it would be prudent to move."
Harry nodded, biting his lip thoughtfully. "I thought you would've hated it if we took you to a hospital with Muggle doctors," he said, smiling a bit at him. "And it would've taken you at least a few months to recover."
"Yes, it would have," Draco said. Then he smiled wryly. "And yes, I would have hated it. Nor could we afford it."
"So it couldn't be helped, really. Do you want to go searching for places soon?" Harry asked.
"Yes, maybe we should take that extra day off and start that," Draco said, brows furrowed in thought. "And I was thinking of something else."
"What else?" Harry asked curiously, moving up to lie down on the bed again.
Draco was still naked under the covers and shivered slightly as Harry moved closer. He was always turned on by the other man, but something had definitely changed. Harry’s magic presence was like a heat that radiated from him. The blond’s eyes grew wider, and for a minute he couldn't remember what he had planned to say.
"Draco?" Harry gave him a strange look as he waved a hand in his face. "Hello? What is it?"
Draco blushed, closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. "I was thinking of applying to the culinary school," he said, voice still shaky.
"You're embarrassed about that?" Harry asked, looking amused. "That's a really good idea, Draco."
Draco swallowed thickly, looking at Harry in amazement. "You used my real name," he whispered.
"Oh, yeah...sorry...David." Harry smiled, wondering what was wrong with him all of a sudden. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, reaching out to touch Draco's forehead with the back of his hand.
Draco moaned at Harry's touch, eyes sliding closed and mouth opening.
"Draco?" Harry asked, beginning to get worried. He pulled his hand back.
"Don't stop," Draco gasped, opening his eyes again.
Harry knew that look. He blinked. Draco was getting aroused from what? Harry touching him like that? "Don't stop what? Touching you?" Harry ran a finger down the side of Draco's face to see his reaction.
Draco trembled, licking his lips. "Oh, fuck," he gasped.
"What's different?" Harry asked curiously, running the finger over his lips.
Draco licked and sucked on Harry's fingers, gripping the covers. His entire body twitched with the magic that tingled through it.
Harry slowly pulled his fingers back, gently chewing on his lip. "Is it my magic?"
"Yesss," Draco hissed. "It's changed."
"Like how?" Harry purposely leaned back, never having this kind of power before.
Draco blinked, trying to focus again. His arousal was tenting the covers and he was shaking with need now. "Power," he whispered.
"Could I make you come just from touching you?" Harry asked.
Draco moaned, the idea itself intoxicating. He pulled the covers aside to show his lover how he was affecting him.
"Dunno if this is good or bad," Harry whispered, taking in the sight. "I guess I can't touch you in public..." Harry rested a hand on Draco's bare chest, watching his face.
"It’s our connection. You will have to learn to tone it down," Draco managed to gasp.
Harry blushed, stroking the skin. "What does it feel like it?"
"Tingling," Draco managed, and then moaned, writhing under Harry's touch.
"I'm not really trying," Harry whispered, running the hand down to Draco's lower stomach. "What if I tried?"
"Tried?" Draco asked, thought not possible with his lover's hand moving over him and his magic pulsing through the touch.
Harry ran his fingers through the hair at the base of Draco's cock as he began to concentrate. "Let's see," he murmured, wrapping his fingers around Draco's cock and letting his magic flow purposely through his hand, stronger now that he was concentrating.
Draco couldn’t tell if it was the most pleasure or the most intense pain he had ever felt. He arched off the bed, coming with a violent scream.
Harry pulled back almost immediately, watching Draco come with wide eyes. He hoped he hadn't hurt him. "Draco?"
Draco curled on to his side, moaning and panting.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Harry whispered, moving closer. He swallowed and tried his best to control his magic as he lay down and wrapped an arm around him.
Draco shuddered, clutching Harry. "S'good," the blond managed, stuttering as he spoke.
"Sounded like I hurt you," Harry whispered, hugging him.
"Yes, no," Draco whispered, hands grasping Harry's close and face buried against his chest.
“I have to work on controlling it." Harry murmured, biting his lip softly.
A few minutes later, there was a hard knock on the door, startling Draco. He reached for his wand.
Harry sat up, glancing at the door before getting up. "Put some clothes on, Draco." He reached to pull on a shirt.
Draco was still shaking as he reached for a shirt. He tucked his wand under a pillow.
The knock was louder. "Police, we need you to answer the door immediately," a voice barked this time.
Harry's eyes widened. "Oh no...uhm, I'm coming," Harry said, trying to take a few deep breaths before walking over to the door.
"Fuck," Draco said, pulling on his shirt and then looking for his trousers.
"Open up, sir," the voice on the other side of the door insisted.
Harry unlocked and pulled open the door, still biting his lip as he looked up at the officers. "What seems to be the problem?"
A man and a woman in uniform were there, with stern faces. "We have had a report of screaming," the man said.
"Uhm...here?" Harry asked stupidly, trying to quickly make up an excuse.
Draco found his trousers, but realised they were ripped and stained – with blood.
"Yes, sir. Maybe we can come in?" the officer said.
"Sure," Harry murmured, stepping aside to let them come inside.
Draco stuck the trousers under the bed, scowling, and pulled the sheets up to his waist.
The male police officer stepped into the room cautiously, looking around. The woman stood in the doorway. "I am Officer Gonzales and this is Officer Donahue. Your names?" he asked.
"I'm Harlan Pearce and he's David Morgan," Harry said softly, glancing back at Draco quickly.
The blond was frowning. He didn't like strangers in his home. It actually reminded him of the Aurors who ransacked the Manor. He nodded to what Harry said.
Gonzales stepped closer to the bed. "And the screaming?" he asked.
Harry swallowed. "I...I have nightmares a lot," he said, looking at the floor.
"In the middle of the day?" Donahue asked from the door.
"We work at night," Draco answered.
"I need to see some ID," Gonzales said.
Harry went to find his jeans, turning away from them when he saw the blood. He pulled his wallet out quickly and dropped the jeans, praying they wouldn't see. "Here," Harry said, walking forward with the ID Draco had given him.
Draco reached under the bed for ID card, which was still in the trousers.
"Stop," the man said, hand on his gun and the blond's head snapped up at the command.
"I am doing what you said," Draco said, voice barely containing his annoyance.
Officer Gonzales nodded and Draco found the card and then pushed the trousers quickly back under the bed. He held it out for the man.
"Is that all?" Harry asked, looking nervous as he waited for what they would say next.
The officer pulled out a small notebook and began writing down their names. "So you claim, Mr Pearce, that you screamed because of a nightmare," he said. "Is that correct?"
Draco felt ridiculous sitting there half-dressed and being questioned by Muggle authorities. He frowned but held his tongue.
"That's correct," Harry said, looking at him and nodding slowly. This whole situation was frightening.
The police officer looked around the room again. "You agree with that?" he asked, looking closely at Draco.
"Yes," the blond nodded, eyes narrowed.
Then Gonzales’ eyes landed on the torn and bloody shirt that Draco had been wearing during the attack. He walked over to it and crouched down. "What's this?" he asked.
Harry glanced around to see. Dammit. "It's a shirt," he answered.
Draco snorted. "I had a bloody nose," he added.
Both officers frowned at them and Gonzales picked up the shirt, turning it to look at the damage. He looked at the other cop and nodded.
"Mr Pearce, we should talk in the hall," Officer Donahue said.
Harry nodded, glancing at Draco before heading towards the doorway and out. He shivered slightly, the temperature different out there, especially since he only had on shorts and a t-shirt.
Draco's scowl deepened as the female officer closed the door, leaving him alone with the man. "I want to put my trousers on," he hissed.
"I need you to tell me what happened here," Gonzales said. "That's your shirt and your blood, right?"
Draco nodded. "That is what I already told you," he snapped.
"Then would you mind taking off the shirt you are wearing?" the officer said.
"I most certainly would," Draco said, arms crossed over his chest.
"Mr Morgan," Gonzales sighed, "if someone has hurt you, I need you to tell me."
In the hall, Donahue turned to Harry. "So, did you and your friend have a fight?" she asked him.
"No," Harry answered easily, looking at the woman. "We're fine."
"That didn't look like blood from a nosebleed," she said. "And you don't look like a man who was just woken from his sleep."
"I'm not a very heavy sleeper...and it was a nosebleed. He never had one before so he didn't know he had to tip his head back to stop the bleeding," Harry said, swallowing and taking a deep breath.
"That's a big coincidence," she said. "Your roommate getting a nosebleed at the same time you have a nightmare."
"It didn't happen at the same time," Harry said, shaking his head.
***
"Harlan would not hurt me, if that’s what you are implying," Draco responded, his tone cold.
"Let me just see that you aren't injured then," the officer insisted.
"I will not strip for you or any other Mug..." Draco faltered, "man."
Gonzales shook his head, disbelief clear in his expression. "We have a mandate to take action in the case of domestic violence," he explained. "You wouldn't have to press charges. But I would like to have your side of this."
"I want you to leave. Leave Harr-lan and myself alone," Draco insisted.
***
"You may not be aware of it, Mr Pearce," Donahue was explaining, "but domestic violence his taken very seriously here. Even between two men."
"I know," Harry said, nodding again. "David isn't hurting me. He wouldn't do that..."
"It was his blood on the shirt, right?" she asked, eyes hard as she looked at Harry.
"Yes, from a nosebleed," Harry replied, trying to keep her gaze.
"And how did he get a nosebleed?" she asked.
"I'm not sure...it could've been the heat or something," Harry said, shrugging slightly. He had no idea how nosebleeds were started.
"I have to ask you directly, Mr Pearce," she sighed. "Did you strike Mr Morgan?"
"No, I didn't," Harry said honestly, shaking his head quickly.
***
Gonzales pulled a card out of his pocket. "Mr Morgan, this is my card," he said. "If you change your mind and want to talk to us, or this happens again, call. The laws here are clear. Even someone who lives with you doesn't have the right to hurt you."
Draco took the card, part of his mind thinking that he could have used help a long time ago. "Harlan did not injure me," he insisted. "Now, I must insist you leave."
The officer sighed and went to the door and opened it. He looked at Donahue and she shook her head.
Harry looked at the other officer, thinking that they were finally going to leave. "Is that it?" he asked again.
She huffed but nodded. "Apparently," she said. "Take care and try not to upset your neighbours again," she added.
Harry nodded, looking away from her. "Yeah. I can't really stop the nightmares though."
The two police officers left. When Harry came back into the flat, he found Draco pulling on his shorts and muttering under this breath.
"They think I'm hurting you," Harry said softly, closing the door behind.
"Ironic, isn't it?" Draco sneered, pulling a clean pair of jeans out of the drawer.
"I'm not using my magic anymore," Harry said, moving to sit down. He was still in shock at the accusation.
Draco put his hands on his hips and looked down at his lover. "Look at me," he said.
Harry slowly looked at him. "I'll hurt you again and then we'll get into more trouble."
Draco grinned. "You didn't hurt me, exactly," he said, blushing. "It was... intense."
"You said yes and no...which meant it hurt, too." Harry looked down.
"Only in a way I really liked," Draco said, raising his eyebrows.
"Oh?" Harry looked up at him again. "Okay, but I still think I shouldn't risk it. The neighbours might call again."
"Today we are going to look for a new place," Draco said firmly. "And you can always cast a Silencing Charm on me," he added with a grin.
"But I like the moans," Harry whispered, blushing as he got up to get dressed.
Chapter Title: A Domestic Incident
Words: 2534 Words
Harry woke up later that day, lying in Draco's arms for a few minutes before he moved to get up. He used a quick Cleaning Spell on himself before he could stop himself, sighing at the feeling. He went into the bathroom next, and when he was done, he went about cleaning up the flat. There were times when he wanted to just use his magic to do everything, but he forced himself not to, already afraid that the magical officials were going to find out what was going on.
Draco woke feeling much better than he thought possible. None of the expected soreness in his body, and a comfortable feeling of contentment inside. He blinked sleepy grey eyes and looked over to where Harry was tidying the room.
Harry didn't notice Draco had woken up, and he continued to clean up, going to the small kitchen area and washing out the kettle before filling it with more water to boil.
The blond lay watching his lover. He loved to just watch Harry. Harlan, he tried to remind himself.
Harry turned to see what else he had to do when he saw that Draco was awake. "Hey," he said, walking back to the futon. "How're you feeling?"
"Perfect," Draco answered honestly, stretching out on the bed.
Harry sat down, smiling brightly. "Good. I was cleaning up." He glanced around. "Were you being serious about looking for a better place?"
Draco found it hard to focus on mundane matters when those sparkling green eyes were turned on him. He blinked and took a breath. "You used a lot of magic last night," he said. "If anyone is looking for that, we might be found out. I am sure the Dark Lord has supporters in this country as well. So it would be prudent to move."
Harry nodded, biting his lip thoughtfully. "I thought you would've hated it if we took you to a hospital with Muggle doctors," he said, smiling a bit at him. "And it would've taken you at least a few months to recover."
"Yes, it would have," Draco said. Then he smiled wryly. "And yes, I would have hated it. Nor could we afford it."
"So it couldn't be helped, really. Do you want to go searching for places soon?" Harry asked.
"Yes, maybe we should take that extra day off and start that," Draco said, brows furrowed in thought. "And I was thinking of something else."
"What else?" Harry asked curiously, moving up to lie down on the bed again.
Draco was still naked under the covers and shivered slightly as Harry moved closer. He was always turned on by the other man, but something had definitely changed. Harry’s magic presence was like a heat that radiated from him. The blond’s eyes grew wider, and for a minute he couldn't remember what he had planned to say.
"Draco?" Harry gave him a strange look as he waved a hand in his face. "Hello? What is it?"
Draco blushed, closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. "I was thinking of applying to the culinary school," he said, voice still shaky.
"You're embarrassed about that?" Harry asked, looking amused. "That's a really good idea, Draco."
Draco swallowed thickly, looking at Harry in amazement. "You used my real name," he whispered.
"Oh, yeah...sorry...David." Harry smiled, wondering what was wrong with him all of a sudden. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, reaching out to touch Draco's forehead with the back of his hand.
Draco moaned at Harry's touch, eyes sliding closed and mouth opening.
"Draco?" Harry asked, beginning to get worried. He pulled his hand back.
"Don't stop," Draco gasped, opening his eyes again.
Harry knew that look. He blinked. Draco was getting aroused from what? Harry touching him like that? "Don't stop what? Touching you?" Harry ran a finger down the side of Draco's face to see his reaction.
Draco trembled, licking his lips. "Oh, fuck," he gasped.
"What's different?" Harry asked curiously, running the finger over his lips.
Draco licked and sucked on Harry's fingers, gripping the covers. His entire body twitched with the magic that tingled through it.
Harry slowly pulled his fingers back, gently chewing on his lip. "Is it my magic?"
"Yesss," Draco hissed. "It's changed."
"Like how?" Harry purposely leaned back, never having this kind of power before.
Draco blinked, trying to focus again. His arousal was tenting the covers and he was shaking with need now. "Power," he whispered.
"Could I make you come just from touching you?" Harry asked.
Draco moaned, the idea itself intoxicating. He pulled the covers aside to show his lover how he was affecting him.
"Dunno if this is good or bad," Harry whispered, taking in the sight. "I guess I can't touch you in public..." Harry rested a hand on Draco's bare chest, watching his face.
"It’s our connection. You will have to learn to tone it down," Draco managed to gasp.
Harry blushed, stroking the skin. "What does it feel like it?"
"Tingling," Draco managed, and then moaned, writhing under Harry's touch.
"I'm not really trying," Harry whispered, running the hand down to Draco's lower stomach. "What if I tried?"
"Tried?" Draco asked, thought not possible with his lover's hand moving over him and his magic pulsing through the touch.
Harry ran his fingers through the hair at the base of Draco's cock as he began to concentrate. "Let's see," he murmured, wrapping his fingers around Draco's cock and letting his magic flow purposely through his hand, stronger now that he was concentrating.
Draco couldn’t tell if it was the most pleasure or the most intense pain he had ever felt. He arched off the bed, coming with a violent scream.
Harry pulled back almost immediately, watching Draco come with wide eyes. He hoped he hadn't hurt him. "Draco?"
Draco curled on to his side, moaning and panting.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Harry whispered, moving closer. He swallowed and tried his best to control his magic as he lay down and wrapped an arm around him.
Draco shuddered, clutching Harry. "S'good," the blond managed, stuttering as he spoke.
"Sounded like I hurt you," Harry whispered, hugging him.
"Yes, no," Draco whispered, hands grasping Harry's close and face buried against his chest.
“I have to work on controlling it." Harry murmured, biting his lip softly.
A few minutes later, there was a hard knock on the door, startling Draco. He reached for his wand.
Harry sat up, glancing at the door before getting up. "Put some clothes on, Draco." He reached to pull on a shirt.
Draco was still shaking as he reached for a shirt. He tucked his wand under a pillow.
The knock was louder. "Police, we need you to answer the door immediately," a voice barked this time.
Harry's eyes widened. "Oh no...uhm, I'm coming," Harry said, trying to take a few deep breaths before walking over to the door.
"Fuck," Draco said, pulling on his shirt and then looking for his trousers.
"Open up, sir," the voice on the other side of the door insisted.
Harry unlocked and pulled open the door, still biting his lip as he looked up at the officers. "What seems to be the problem?"
A man and a woman in uniform were there, with stern faces. "We have had a report of screaming," the man said.
"Uhm...here?" Harry asked stupidly, trying to quickly make up an excuse.
Draco found his trousers, but realised they were ripped and stained – with blood.
"Yes, sir. Maybe we can come in?" the officer said.
"Sure," Harry murmured, stepping aside to let them come inside.
Draco stuck the trousers under the bed, scowling, and pulled the sheets up to his waist.
The male police officer stepped into the room cautiously, looking around. The woman stood in the doorway. "I am Officer Gonzales and this is Officer Donahue. Your names?" he asked.
"I'm Harlan Pearce and he's David Morgan," Harry said softly, glancing back at Draco quickly.
The blond was frowning. He didn't like strangers in his home. It actually reminded him of the Aurors who ransacked the Manor. He nodded to what Harry said.
Gonzales stepped closer to the bed. "And the screaming?" he asked.
Harry swallowed. "I...I have nightmares a lot," he said, looking at the floor.
"In the middle of the day?" Donahue asked from the door.
"We work at night," Draco answered.
"I need to see some ID," Gonzales said.
Harry went to find his jeans, turning away from them when he saw the blood. He pulled his wallet out quickly and dropped the jeans, praying they wouldn't see. "Here," Harry said, walking forward with the ID Draco had given him.
Draco reached under the bed for ID card, which was still in the trousers.
"Stop," the man said, hand on his gun and the blond's head snapped up at the command.
"I am doing what you said," Draco said, voice barely containing his annoyance.
Officer Gonzales nodded and Draco found the card and then pushed the trousers quickly back under the bed. He held it out for the man.
"Is that all?" Harry asked, looking nervous as he waited for what they would say next.
The officer pulled out a small notebook and began writing down their names. "So you claim, Mr Pearce, that you screamed because of a nightmare," he said. "Is that correct?"
Draco felt ridiculous sitting there half-dressed and being questioned by Muggle authorities. He frowned but held his tongue.
"That's correct," Harry said, looking at him and nodding slowly. This whole situation was frightening.
The police officer looked around the room again. "You agree with that?" he asked, looking closely at Draco.
"Yes," the blond nodded, eyes narrowed.
Then Gonzales’ eyes landed on the torn and bloody shirt that Draco had been wearing during the attack. He walked over to it and crouched down. "What's this?" he asked.
Harry glanced around to see. Dammit. "It's a shirt," he answered.
Draco snorted. "I had a bloody nose," he added.
Both officers frowned at them and Gonzales picked up the shirt, turning it to look at the damage. He looked at the other cop and nodded.
"Mr Pearce, we should talk in the hall," Officer Donahue said.
Harry nodded, glancing at Draco before heading towards the doorway and out. He shivered slightly, the temperature different out there, especially since he only had on shorts and a t-shirt.
Draco's scowl deepened as the female officer closed the door, leaving him alone with the man. "I want to put my trousers on," he hissed.
"I need you to tell me what happened here," Gonzales said. "That's your shirt and your blood, right?"
Draco nodded. "That is what I already told you," he snapped.
"Then would you mind taking off the shirt you are wearing?" the officer said.
"I most certainly would," Draco said, arms crossed over his chest.
"Mr Morgan," Gonzales sighed, "if someone has hurt you, I need you to tell me."
In the hall, Donahue turned to Harry. "So, did you and your friend have a fight?" she asked him.
"No," Harry answered easily, looking at the woman. "We're fine."
"That didn't look like blood from a nosebleed," she said. "And you don't look like a man who was just woken from his sleep."
"I'm not a very heavy sleeper...and it was a nosebleed. He never had one before so he didn't know he had to tip his head back to stop the bleeding," Harry said, swallowing and taking a deep breath.
"That's a big coincidence," she said. "Your roommate getting a nosebleed at the same time you have a nightmare."
"It didn't happen at the same time," Harry said, shaking his head.
***
"Harlan would not hurt me, if that’s what you are implying," Draco responded, his tone cold.
"Let me just see that you aren't injured then," the officer insisted.
"I will not strip for you or any other Mug..." Draco faltered, "man."
Gonzales shook his head, disbelief clear in his expression. "We have a mandate to take action in the case of domestic violence," he explained. "You wouldn't have to press charges. But I would like to have your side of this."
"I want you to leave. Leave Harr-lan and myself alone," Draco insisted.
***
"You may not be aware of it, Mr Pearce," Donahue was explaining, "but domestic violence his taken very seriously here. Even between two men."
"I know," Harry said, nodding again. "David isn't hurting me. He wouldn't do that..."
"It was his blood on the shirt, right?" she asked, eyes hard as she looked at Harry.
"Yes, from a nosebleed," Harry replied, trying to keep her gaze.
"And how did he get a nosebleed?" she asked.
"I'm not sure...it could've been the heat or something," Harry said, shrugging slightly. He had no idea how nosebleeds were started.
"I have to ask you directly, Mr Pearce," she sighed. "Did you strike Mr Morgan?"
"No, I didn't," Harry said honestly, shaking his head quickly.
***
Gonzales pulled a card out of his pocket. "Mr Morgan, this is my card," he said. "If you change your mind and want to talk to us, or this happens again, call. The laws here are clear. Even someone who lives with you doesn't have the right to hurt you."
Draco took the card, part of his mind thinking that he could have used help a long time ago. "Harlan did not injure me," he insisted. "Now, I must insist you leave."
The officer sighed and went to the door and opened it. He looked at Donahue and she shook her head.
Harry looked at the other officer, thinking that they were finally going to leave. "Is that it?" he asked again.
She huffed but nodded. "Apparently," she said. "Take care and try not to upset your neighbours again," she added.
Harry nodded, looking away from her. "Yeah. I can't really stop the nightmares though."
The two police officers left. When Harry came back into the flat, he found Draco pulling on his shorts and muttering under this breath.
"They think I'm hurting you," Harry said softly, closing the door behind.
"Ironic, isn't it?" Draco sneered, pulling a clean pair of jeans out of the drawer.
"I'm not using my magic anymore," Harry said, moving to sit down. He was still in shock at the accusation.
Draco put his hands on his hips and looked down at his lover. "Look at me," he said.
Harry slowly looked at him. "I'll hurt you again and then we'll get into more trouble."
Draco grinned. "You didn't hurt me, exactly," he said, blushing. "It was... intense."
"You said yes and no...which meant it hurt, too." Harry looked down.
"Only in a way I really liked," Draco said, raising his eyebrows.
"Oh?" Harry looked up at him again. "Okay, but I still think I shouldn't risk it. The neighbours might call again."
"Today we are going to look for a new place," Draco said firmly. "And you can always cast a Silencing Charm on me," he added with a grin.
"But I like the moans," Harry whispered, blushing as he got up to get dressed.