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Draco's Vault
Chapter Number/Total: 18/40
Chapter Title: Draco's Vault
Words: 2745 Words
Draco carrying him to their rooms made Harry feel like even more of a girl and he scowled, but couldn't deny that he was glad he didn't have to walk himself.
Draco laid Harry carefully in the bed and began to unfasten his clothing. "There now, love," he said. "Let's just get you more comfortable."
Harry reached up and began trying to help Draco remove his clothing. "Can you take the charm off?" he asked, his light fingers fumbling.
Draco nodded, casting the counter-spell and then simply casting the spell to remove Harry's clothes too.
As timing would have it, Babb appeared then with the food tray.
Harry groaned and hurriedly grasped at the covers but then simply gave up and covered his face with his hands.
Draco sighed, picking up the edge of the covers and folding them over his husband's body. He took the tray from Babb and then she popped away. "It's safe now." He grinned.
Harry rolled his eyes beneath his fingers and then pulled his hands away. He sat up halfway.
"You will fuck me in front of your friends but you are afraid the house-elves will see your bits," Draco teased, shaking his head.
Harry sighed. "That was different," he said, twisting around to pile pillows behind himself.
Draco flushed. "It certainly was." He smirked and set the tray on the bed in front of Harry. Then he began undressing himself.
Harry couldn't help a small smile of his own. He reached forward for the first food item he could reach and bit into it, still hungry from earlier.
"Will this do or do you want to call Babb back and explain what a hamburger is?" Draco said, gesturing to the tray as he folded his clothes over the back of the chair near the bed.
Harry's stomach growled at even the word hamburger. "Actually, I do really want one," he said.
"Call the elf then," Draco said, and then walked into the loo.
Harry did, and when she appeared, he tried to explain a hamburger as best he could. "It's ground up beef and you ... erm ... roll it into a ball ... and then flatten it ... and then you fry it up. Put it between two pieces of bread and bring ketchup and lettuce and a pickle up with it." He smiled, hoping she got the gist of it.
Babb looked at him, tilting her head as if looking at him sideways would make it all clear.
"Have Hermione show you how it is made, Babb," Draco suggested from the bathroom doorway.
"Yes, Master Draco," she said, and disappeared.
Harry gave a small shrug and leaned back against the pillows again.
Draco walked around the bed and climbed in the other side, crawling across to be near Harry. He reached over and picked up some bread and began buttering it.
"So ... when do we go to get that gift?" Harry asked quietly.
"We can go when you feel rested enough," Draco said quietly, pouring them both some apple juice from the cold pitcher on the tray.
Harry sighed and nodded, taking his juice and sipping it. "I'm sorry about ... well, you know," he said.
Draco nodded, thinking. "Severus believed in me when no one else did," he said quietly.
"I know there has to be something between you both for you to like him, but ... it's just ... hard for me. I - I know he saved all those people and I know he's been a really helpful spy and all ... but, I don't know. Maybe I should just forget about it," Harry said, fingering the rim of his cup.
"I have never understood what it is between you two," Draco sighed. "It was one of the reasons I didn't tell you how I felt before last May."
"You didn't tell me because Snape and I didn't like each other?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I didn't tell you because you hated me," Draco rolled his eyes, "but it was why I never talked to him about it. I talked to him about most problems I had. He even intervened a few times when things got ... difficult ... with Father."
"He did?" Harry asked quietly, biting his lip.
Draco nodded quietly, leaning back to stare at the canopy. "One time, Father had me locked in my room without anything to eat for several days," Draco explained. "Severus showed up with food and sat talking with me until I told him what had happened. Then he went to talk with Father. Things went back to normal for a while."
Harry's eyes widened. "I didn't know that happened to you," he said, knowing himself what that kind of thing felt like.
Draco shrugged. "He was always willing to listen to me and encourage me," the blond said. "I know he has been a right arse to you, but even that helped sometimes. You always got all the attention at school and I felt really ignored by the other teachers."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I would have rather been ignored," he said.
"I wouldn't," Draco said. "To me, that's the worst. I'd rather be beat than ignored."
Harry frowned. "I like keeping to myself mostly," he said. "As far as most things anyway. I guess that's just what I was used to doing."
"I did everything wrong with you. You didn't care about wealth or connections. You scoffed at them." Draco shook his head. "And it made me want you even more. Made me blind crazy."
"Blind crazy?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow again. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It meant that even your anger and hatred was better than being ignored," Draco said.
"Well, if you had been nice to me, I might have liked you," Harry said, shaking his head at Draco.
"I was nice to you, at first," Draco sighed, "but not to Weasley or Granger."
"Exactly," Harry said. "And they were my friends - well, believe it or not, I didn't like Hermione very much at first." He snorted. "Ron even more so."
"Actually, I can believe that." Draco laughed. "I was so jealous of Ron that I wanted to strangle him."
"Merlin," Harry said, amused. "Well, I never fancied him in the romantic sense, ugh, believe me." He chuckled. "Not that Ron's ugly or anything, but, he's too much like a brother to me. It was like that almost from the very start."
"Yet, you chose him over me and it made me angry," Draco said.
Harry sighed. "Yes, in a manner of speaking," he said. "To be fair, it wasn't that difficult of a choice. Look at it from my point of view. I was eleven years old and all by myself. Mrs Weasley helped me get on the train and Fred and George helped me with my trunk. Ron came in and we started talking and - just - boom - we were friends. And then here you come in with Crabbe and Goyle of all people and I already thought you were a bit of a snob. You insulted Ron's family right away and then told me that he was the wrong sort of wizard to hang with! What did you expect me to do? Jump up, shake your hand, and abandon the first person who was ever nice to me? And after that, when I turned you down, you tried to steal my food! Which is absolutely stupid, because we both know you had money to get more of your own. You made me so bloody mad."
"Hey, Ron insulted my name first," Draco complained.
"Oh, he did not," Harry said, rolling his eyes slightly. "He coughed funny."
"He snorted when I introduced myself," Draco whined, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, please," Harry said, raising his eyebrows.
Draco frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "He was making fun of my name in front of you," Draco grumbled.
"He didn't even say anything!" Harry said with a small laugh. "And it was, what? The second time you'd ever seen me?"
Draco scowled, actually pouting, and looked up at the beams.
Harry shook his head, chuckling. "I don't know what you're looking so sulky for," he said. "I'm here now in your bed and Ron Weasley is also living under your roof, along with nearly his entire family."
Draco huffed. Then glanced in Harry's direction. "You done with that?" he asked.
"Done with what?" Harry asked.
"The tray?" Draco said, gesturing at it.
"Oh, er, yeah, just let me -" He ate the rest of his chicken quickly. "Where's that hamburger, I wonder," he said when he was finished.
The question was answered when Babb popped in beside him, holding a plate.
"Oh," Harry said, taking the plate from her and examining it. It actually looked pretty good, and it certainly smelled like a hamburger. "Thank you," he said, giving Babb a smile.
She squeaked in a way that seemed to be happy and disappeared again.
Harry loaded the burger up with the condiments he had asked for and then took a huge bite of it, ketchup spilling out the back. "'Erlin, so goo'" he said through his mouthful.
Draco grimaced, laying the napkin on Harry's chest where he was dripping grease and ketchup on himself.
"Oops," Harry said, but he didn't really care all that much. It tasted too good and he had been craving one so badly.
"Is it always that messy?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised and nose scrunched a bit.
Harry shrugged. "I like mine this way," he said, swallowing. "Want to try it?"
"It looks like it is bleeding," Draco complained.
Harry snorted. "Doesn't taste that way," he said, taking another bite. He held it out for Draco.
Looking dubious, to say the least, Draco leaned forward and took a small bite.
Harry grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Draco kept his face disdainful for a minute, considering. "Not too bad," he conceded, still annoyed with his lover.
Harry snorted and finished the burger in a few more messy bites. He picked up the napkin and wiped his face before sighing and drinking down the last of his juice. "That was good," he said, feeling full now.
Draco picked up his wand and sent the tray and contents back to the kitchens. He sighed and lay back again.
Harry rolled on his side and stared at Draco, reaching to touch his hair.
Draco trembled when Harry's fingers touched his hair.
Harry sighed. "I don't know how I feel about going back there. I think it will be ... hard."
"It makes me think too much," Draco said, still not looking at Harry.
Harry frowned a little. "You okay?" he asked, looking at Draco's face and trying to get him to look at him.
Draco shrugged. "I just wonder if things could have been different," he said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. "What things?"
"You, me, us, everything." Draco sighed. "I mean, could I have been different? Would it have made a difference? What if I had kissed you earlier? What if I hadn't kissed you? All those what ifs!"
Harry frowned and was silent for a few moments. "Well ... maybe," he said quietly. "But what if ... exactly what happened is the only way we could get to where we are now? I wouldn't trade a hundred thousand friendships or flings with you during school for this."
Draco uncrossed his arms and looked at Harry. "No, neither would I," he said.
Harry smiled gently. "I am sorry that it wasn't different," he said. "I'm sorry that some memories I have of you aren't so ... great, but ... that's just us, right? We wouldn't be how we are if our time at school wasn't like it was."
"Well," Draco drawled, reaching his hand to cup his lovers chin, "I suppose if you can forgive me for being a snob, then I can forgive you for being a git." He finished the sentence by licking Harry's lips.
Harry grinned. "Forgiven," he whispered, letting his tongue out to meet Draco's.
***
Harry was nervous about what they would find in the gift in Draco's vault. He didn't know why exactly, but he was. He was also filled with a burning curiosity and very much wanted to know what was there. He and Draco hadn't told Ron and Hermione yet what they had come here for, only that it was important and that they would explain when they knew more themselves.
Harry was now waiting impatiently as Draco dealt with one of the goblins at Gringotts, hands in the pockets of his heavy robes and holding the fabric discreetly away from his middle. He didn't look out of place in the robes as it was late January and still cold outside, so no one really paid him any attention, for which he was glad. The last thing he needed was some sort of article about Harry Potter getting fat.
People still stared at them when they were out together, but Draco was getting used to that. The goblins took no real notice though. Draco helped Harry into the cart that would take them to the trust vault. He hadn't paid a lot of attention to the items in there when he'd come here before, and he hadn't opened it again since he had access to the rest of the estate now.
Harry got out of the cart, feeling wobbly, and hobbled over to the safe door, waiting for the goblin to open it. He stepped back when he did and waited for Draco to go in first.
Draco stood with hands on his hips, surveying the items in the vault. "Well, I doubt the Armour or the swords are what we are looking for," he said, and then his gaze landed on a small iron-banded trunk.
Harry nodded his agreement with Draco's words and his eyes followed his gaze. "But that could be it," he said of the trunk.
Draco picked up the small trunk in his hands and set it on top of a larger one, looking at it. "It has a Locking Charm on it," he said, "but I think it is a specialised type."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, walking over to look at the trunk more closely. "How do we open it then?"
Draco looked at the box, his eyes unfocused as he used that other sense that was more feeling than sight. Then he smiled. "Give me your hand," he said, holding his palm up.
Harry raised an eyebrow and did as told, reaching his hand out for Draco's.
Draco smiled and laid Harry's hand palm down on the top of the box, his own on top of his husband's. There was an audible click and Draco laughed.
Harry looked surprised. "That was the only way it could open?" he asked.
"Sneaky bastard." Draco chuckled. "Are we sure Dumbledore wasn't Slytherin?"
Harry laughed. "Merlin, I might ask the same question," he said.
"Think about it. He had Severus place a box in my trust vault that would only open to your magical signature. And it has been sitting here for sixteen years." Draco sounded awed.
Harry shook his head. "So he's known for that long that there would be at least something with us and he's kept it all this time."
Draco smiled, looking with wonder from the box to Harry again. Was this his destiny then? To be standing here with his husband, opening this old box? He was still holding Harry's hand and he drew it to his chest. "I wonder if he was worried or amused when we kept fighting?" he asked, smiling at his lover.
Harry smiled. "I have no idea," he said. "He must have been relieved or something when what happened between us happened. I knew that if he would have really wanted that binding promise off, he would have found a way. I also wondered why he seemed to trust you so quickly."
Draco brought Harry's hand to his mouth, kissing the palm slowly. Behind them the goblin made a coughing noise.
Harry looked over his shoulder. "We better get this and go," he said to Draco.
Draco nodded, tucking the box under his arm. "Anything else you want from here?" he asked.
"Me?" Harry asked. "It's your vault."
Draco shrugged, smiling. "I already have what I need," he said, and squeezed Harry's hand.
Harry smiled gently. "So do I," he said.
Chapter Title: Draco's Vault
Words: 2745 Words
Draco carrying him to their rooms made Harry feel like even more of a girl and he scowled, but couldn't deny that he was glad he didn't have to walk himself.
Draco laid Harry carefully in the bed and began to unfasten his clothing. "There now, love," he said. "Let's just get you more comfortable."
Harry reached up and began trying to help Draco remove his clothing. "Can you take the charm off?" he asked, his light fingers fumbling.
Draco nodded, casting the counter-spell and then simply casting the spell to remove Harry's clothes too.
As timing would have it, Babb appeared then with the food tray.
Harry groaned and hurriedly grasped at the covers but then simply gave up and covered his face with his hands.
Draco sighed, picking up the edge of the covers and folding them over his husband's body. He took the tray from Babb and then she popped away. "It's safe now." He grinned.
Harry rolled his eyes beneath his fingers and then pulled his hands away. He sat up halfway.
"You will fuck me in front of your friends but you are afraid the house-elves will see your bits," Draco teased, shaking his head.
Harry sighed. "That was different," he said, twisting around to pile pillows behind himself.
Draco flushed. "It certainly was." He smirked and set the tray on the bed in front of Harry. Then he began undressing himself.
Harry couldn't help a small smile of his own. He reached forward for the first food item he could reach and bit into it, still hungry from earlier.
"Will this do or do you want to call Babb back and explain what a hamburger is?" Draco said, gesturing to the tray as he folded his clothes over the back of the chair near the bed.
Harry's stomach growled at even the word hamburger. "Actually, I do really want one," he said.
"Call the elf then," Draco said, and then walked into the loo.
Harry did, and when she appeared, he tried to explain a hamburger as best he could. "It's ground up beef and you ... erm ... roll it into a ball ... and then flatten it ... and then you fry it up. Put it between two pieces of bread and bring ketchup and lettuce and a pickle up with it." He smiled, hoping she got the gist of it.
Babb looked at him, tilting her head as if looking at him sideways would make it all clear.
"Have Hermione show you how it is made, Babb," Draco suggested from the bathroom doorway.
"Yes, Master Draco," she said, and disappeared.
Harry gave a small shrug and leaned back against the pillows again.
Draco walked around the bed and climbed in the other side, crawling across to be near Harry. He reached over and picked up some bread and began buttering it.
"So ... when do we go to get that gift?" Harry asked quietly.
"We can go when you feel rested enough," Draco said quietly, pouring them both some apple juice from the cold pitcher on the tray.
Harry sighed and nodded, taking his juice and sipping it. "I'm sorry about ... well, you know," he said.
Draco nodded, thinking. "Severus believed in me when no one else did," he said quietly.
"I know there has to be something between you both for you to like him, but ... it's just ... hard for me. I - I know he saved all those people and I know he's been a really helpful spy and all ... but, I don't know. Maybe I should just forget about it," Harry said, fingering the rim of his cup.
"I have never understood what it is between you two," Draco sighed. "It was one of the reasons I didn't tell you how I felt before last May."
"You didn't tell me because Snape and I didn't like each other?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I didn't tell you because you hated me," Draco rolled his eyes, "but it was why I never talked to him about it. I talked to him about most problems I had. He even intervened a few times when things got ... difficult ... with Father."
"He did?" Harry asked quietly, biting his lip.
Draco nodded quietly, leaning back to stare at the canopy. "One time, Father had me locked in my room without anything to eat for several days," Draco explained. "Severus showed up with food and sat talking with me until I told him what had happened. Then he went to talk with Father. Things went back to normal for a while."
Harry's eyes widened. "I didn't know that happened to you," he said, knowing himself what that kind of thing felt like.
Draco shrugged. "He was always willing to listen to me and encourage me," the blond said. "I know he has been a right arse to you, but even that helped sometimes. You always got all the attention at school and I felt really ignored by the other teachers."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I would have rather been ignored," he said.
"I wouldn't," Draco said. "To me, that's the worst. I'd rather be beat than ignored."
Harry frowned. "I like keeping to myself mostly," he said. "As far as most things anyway. I guess that's just what I was used to doing."
"I did everything wrong with you. You didn't care about wealth or connections. You scoffed at them." Draco shook his head. "And it made me want you even more. Made me blind crazy."
"Blind crazy?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow again. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It meant that even your anger and hatred was better than being ignored," Draco said.
"Well, if you had been nice to me, I might have liked you," Harry said, shaking his head at Draco.
"I was nice to you, at first," Draco sighed, "but not to Weasley or Granger."
"Exactly," Harry said. "And they were my friends - well, believe it or not, I didn't like Hermione very much at first." He snorted. "Ron even more so."
"Actually, I can believe that." Draco laughed. "I was so jealous of Ron that I wanted to strangle him."
"Merlin," Harry said, amused. "Well, I never fancied him in the romantic sense, ugh, believe me." He chuckled. "Not that Ron's ugly or anything, but, he's too much like a brother to me. It was like that almost from the very start."
"Yet, you chose him over me and it made me angry," Draco said.
Harry sighed. "Yes, in a manner of speaking," he said. "To be fair, it wasn't that difficult of a choice. Look at it from my point of view. I was eleven years old and all by myself. Mrs Weasley helped me get on the train and Fred and George helped me with my trunk. Ron came in and we started talking and - just - boom - we were friends. And then here you come in with Crabbe and Goyle of all people and I already thought you were a bit of a snob. You insulted Ron's family right away and then told me that he was the wrong sort of wizard to hang with! What did you expect me to do? Jump up, shake your hand, and abandon the first person who was ever nice to me? And after that, when I turned you down, you tried to steal my food! Which is absolutely stupid, because we both know you had money to get more of your own. You made me so bloody mad."
"Hey, Ron insulted my name first," Draco complained.
"Oh, he did not," Harry said, rolling his eyes slightly. "He coughed funny."
"He snorted when I introduced myself," Draco whined, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, please," Harry said, raising his eyebrows.
Draco frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "He was making fun of my name in front of you," Draco grumbled.
"He didn't even say anything!" Harry said with a small laugh. "And it was, what? The second time you'd ever seen me?"
Draco scowled, actually pouting, and looked up at the beams.
Harry shook his head, chuckling. "I don't know what you're looking so sulky for," he said. "I'm here now in your bed and Ron Weasley is also living under your roof, along with nearly his entire family."
Draco huffed. Then glanced in Harry's direction. "You done with that?" he asked.
"Done with what?" Harry asked.
"The tray?" Draco said, gesturing at it.
"Oh, er, yeah, just let me -" He ate the rest of his chicken quickly. "Where's that hamburger, I wonder," he said when he was finished.
The question was answered when Babb popped in beside him, holding a plate.
"Oh," Harry said, taking the plate from her and examining it. It actually looked pretty good, and it certainly smelled like a hamburger. "Thank you," he said, giving Babb a smile.
She squeaked in a way that seemed to be happy and disappeared again.
Harry loaded the burger up with the condiments he had asked for and then took a huge bite of it, ketchup spilling out the back. "'Erlin, so goo'" he said through his mouthful.
Draco grimaced, laying the napkin on Harry's chest where he was dripping grease and ketchup on himself.
"Oops," Harry said, but he didn't really care all that much. It tasted too good and he had been craving one so badly.
"Is it always that messy?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised and nose scrunched a bit.
Harry shrugged. "I like mine this way," he said, swallowing. "Want to try it?"
"It looks like it is bleeding," Draco complained.
Harry snorted. "Doesn't taste that way," he said, taking another bite. He held it out for Draco.
Looking dubious, to say the least, Draco leaned forward and took a small bite.
Harry grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Draco kept his face disdainful for a minute, considering. "Not too bad," he conceded, still annoyed with his lover.
Harry snorted and finished the burger in a few more messy bites. He picked up the napkin and wiped his face before sighing and drinking down the last of his juice. "That was good," he said, feeling full now.
Draco picked up his wand and sent the tray and contents back to the kitchens. He sighed and lay back again.
Harry rolled on his side and stared at Draco, reaching to touch his hair.
Draco trembled when Harry's fingers touched his hair.
Harry sighed. "I don't know how I feel about going back there. I think it will be ... hard."
"It makes me think too much," Draco said, still not looking at Harry.
Harry frowned a little. "You okay?" he asked, looking at Draco's face and trying to get him to look at him.
Draco shrugged. "I just wonder if things could have been different," he said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. "What things?"
"You, me, us, everything." Draco sighed. "I mean, could I have been different? Would it have made a difference? What if I had kissed you earlier? What if I hadn't kissed you? All those what ifs!"
Harry frowned and was silent for a few moments. "Well ... maybe," he said quietly. "But what if ... exactly what happened is the only way we could get to where we are now? I wouldn't trade a hundred thousand friendships or flings with you during school for this."
Draco uncrossed his arms and looked at Harry. "No, neither would I," he said.
Harry smiled gently. "I am sorry that it wasn't different," he said. "I'm sorry that some memories I have of you aren't so ... great, but ... that's just us, right? We wouldn't be how we are if our time at school wasn't like it was."
"Well," Draco drawled, reaching his hand to cup his lovers chin, "I suppose if you can forgive me for being a snob, then I can forgive you for being a git." He finished the sentence by licking Harry's lips.
Harry grinned. "Forgiven," he whispered, letting his tongue out to meet Draco's.
***
Harry was nervous about what they would find in the gift in Draco's vault. He didn't know why exactly, but he was. He was also filled with a burning curiosity and very much wanted to know what was there. He and Draco hadn't told Ron and Hermione yet what they had come here for, only that it was important and that they would explain when they knew more themselves.
Harry was now waiting impatiently as Draco dealt with one of the goblins at Gringotts, hands in the pockets of his heavy robes and holding the fabric discreetly away from his middle. He didn't look out of place in the robes as it was late January and still cold outside, so no one really paid him any attention, for which he was glad. The last thing he needed was some sort of article about Harry Potter getting fat.
People still stared at them when they were out together, but Draco was getting used to that. The goblins took no real notice though. Draco helped Harry into the cart that would take them to the trust vault. He hadn't paid a lot of attention to the items in there when he'd come here before, and he hadn't opened it again since he had access to the rest of the estate now.
Harry got out of the cart, feeling wobbly, and hobbled over to the safe door, waiting for the goblin to open it. He stepped back when he did and waited for Draco to go in first.
Draco stood with hands on his hips, surveying the items in the vault. "Well, I doubt the Armour or the swords are what we are looking for," he said, and then his gaze landed on a small iron-banded trunk.
Harry nodded his agreement with Draco's words and his eyes followed his gaze. "But that could be it," he said of the trunk.
Draco picked up the small trunk in his hands and set it on top of a larger one, looking at it. "It has a Locking Charm on it," he said, "but I think it is a specialised type."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, walking over to look at the trunk more closely. "How do we open it then?"
Draco looked at the box, his eyes unfocused as he used that other sense that was more feeling than sight. Then he smiled. "Give me your hand," he said, holding his palm up.
Harry raised an eyebrow and did as told, reaching his hand out for Draco's.
Draco smiled and laid Harry's hand palm down on the top of the box, his own on top of his husband's. There was an audible click and Draco laughed.
Harry looked surprised. "That was the only way it could open?" he asked.
"Sneaky bastard." Draco chuckled. "Are we sure Dumbledore wasn't Slytherin?"
Harry laughed. "Merlin, I might ask the same question," he said.
"Think about it. He had Severus place a box in my trust vault that would only open to your magical signature. And it has been sitting here for sixteen years." Draco sounded awed.
Harry shook his head. "So he's known for that long that there would be at least something with us and he's kept it all this time."
Draco smiled, looking with wonder from the box to Harry again. Was this his destiny then? To be standing here with his husband, opening this old box? He was still holding Harry's hand and he drew it to his chest. "I wonder if he was worried or amused when we kept fighting?" he asked, smiling at his lover.
Harry smiled. "I have no idea," he said. "He must have been relieved or something when what happened between us happened. I knew that if he would have really wanted that binding promise off, he would have found a way. I also wondered why he seemed to trust you so quickly."
Draco brought Harry's hand to his mouth, kissing the palm slowly. Behind them the goblin made a coughing noise.
Harry looked over his shoulder. "We better get this and go," he said to Draco.
Draco nodded, tucking the box under his arm. "Anything else you want from here?" he asked.
"Me?" Harry asked. "It's your vault."
Draco shrugged, smiling. "I already have what I need," he said, and squeezed Harry's hand.
Harry smiled gently. "So do I," he said.