Poses

The next morning, Draco and Harry headed down to the basement kitchen together, leaving Ron to sleep in. Draco reasoned that he might as well eat with Harry and then he\'d kick Ron out of the room to go eat while he took a nap.

They walked down the stairs hand-in-hand, teasing one another about what they were going to do all day without each other. After the boys entered the kitchen, Molly and Arthur immediately snapped closed their copies of The Daily Prophet and set them down. Harry and Draco stared at them curiously and both tilted their heads to read the headlines. Molly was alarmed to see that Arthur had nervously set his copy down face up and snatched the paper up to turn it over, but her actions were in vain.

Draco read the headline aloud, \"The Boy Who Was Gay?\' What? Like there\'s only one gay boy?\"

Harry was aghast. \"Is that about me?\"

\"Well, technically it\'s about us but yes, the headline is about you.\"

\"You knew about this?\" Harry asked Draco as the Weasleys got up and shuffled around the kitchen to set out dishes for the boys.

\"Oh sure, it\'s a series. They\'ve been on about it for days,\" noted Draco as he took a seat and poured himself a cup of tea.

Harry was flustered, but he followed Draco and took the seat next to him and picked up the paper. He gazed at it in wide-eyed shock. \"Days?\"

\"I know. You\'d think there wasn\'t a war on. Then again, we\'re much sexier than a war. I\'m not even sure what they could possibly be saying about us now. Yesterday they had it that we were unreachable because we\'d run away to have some romantic tryst in the mountains of Spain.\" Draco paused for a moment before adding cream and sighed wistfully. \"If only.\"

\"Days?\" squeaked Harry again as he shook his head, unable to concentrate well enough to read for himself. He was comfortable with being gay. Well, comfortable with Malfoy. He hadn\'t thought much about it; he hadn\'t really had the time to. However, he wasn\'t comfortable with everyone reading about it.

Draco grabbed the paper away from Harry and with a snap of his wrist, flicked it away from the table. \"It\'s rubbish. Nearly all of their facts are incorrect and the picture they keep running of me is appalling. Pay attention to me instead.\"

\"Eat something, Harry dear,\" Molly intoned in her singsong voice as she set out eggs and bangers for the boys.

\"Yes, eat something Harry. You need your strength for Auror training and then after that I\'m going to make you do to me what they wrote you do to me in the paper yesterday,\" flirted Draco as he speared one of the sausages and sucked on the end of it scandalously.

\"WHAT?!\" squealed Harry. Draco snickered.

\"Draco!\" snapped Molly. \"Harry... they don\'t report things like that dear. They\'re just surprised. As we all are. That\'s all.\"

\"Surprised?\" asked Harry as Draco nudged him and rolled his eyes. \"Oh, right. They thought I\'d be with a girl.\"

\"Probably Granger, loads of people are under that delusion. Lack wits,\" said Draco as dismissed the banger and took a bite of his eggs.

\"I always thought you and Ginny would end up together,\" piped up Arthur.

Harry looked shocked that people had been giving his love life any thought at all. He\'d certainly never given it that much thought. \"Oh. Well. Surprise.\"

\"Indeed,\" said Draco as he nudged him again. This time Harry nudged him back and grinned. Harry retaliated by scooping a bit of egg yolk on his finger and smearing it over Draco\'s lips and then they started to kiss.

Molly grinned at the two boys. It was disarming to see them like this. They just appeared to be two kids in love. Not the Boy Who Lived and Draco Malfoy at all, just two lovers not staring into the face of oblivion at all. Even Arthur was impressed that the stoic blond was so lit up and that Harry was giggling. The older couple looked at one another and then Arthur took Molly\'s hand.

Between the snickering and occasional breaks to kiss and tease one another, breakfast ran a little long. Finally, Arthur cleared his throat and announced that it was time for them to go. The boys embraced as if they wouldn\'t see each other for a week, but finally broke apart and Harry filed out after Mr. Weasley.

Draco headed up to his room after giving Molly a curt nod for breakfast. He shook the end of Ron\'s bed to rouse him and then flopped into his own. Picking up his book, he reclined against the pillows and began to read his Wizard\'s edition of \"The Taming of the Shrew.\" He enjoyed the moving pictures of Katherine and Petruccio banter and read along. It was a children\'s edition with loads of moving pictures, but it was attended with the proper text for him to read if he wished. In particular he took pleasure in Petruccio\'s starving of Kate with his rudeness to the servants. Finally he slid his finger over the base of the picture to stop the picture from playing and settled in to read.

No sooner had Ron finally ambled out of the shower, then Draco heard quiet snickering from the portrait of his ancestor Phineas Nigellus. \"Look, you can either say something or you can knock it off, but I\'m not having another week of your heavy breathing.\"

\"Of course,\" purred the painting as the goateed man come into view and lean casually against the frame. \"I should leave all of that heavy breathing to you.\"

Draco rolled his eyes and looked back at his book.

\"You asked me to talk, Mr. Malfoy. Now you\'re going to ignore me? Tut, tut, so rude. Or are you afraid to have a conversation with an ancestor?\" questioned Nigellus.

\"I\'m not afraid. They\'re just boring.\"

\"Boring? I suppose that\'s why you sent that werewolf into your home to retrieve the contents of your room at the Manor? Afraid to have boring conversations with your forbearers?\"

\"No, it was too dangerous and too menial for someone important like me. So they sent an expendable person,\" lied Draco. Aside from the fact that he was dead scared of Remus biting him, he didn\'t accompany him because he was afraid of what the portraits would say.

\"Oh, of course, but you know and I know that your only worth in this house is as the \'Chosen Boy\'s\' boyfriend. These people would let you die were it not for him. Is that why you let him copulate with you in that manner? Is that what makes you the woman, Draco? Oh how ashamed your mother would be to know that her little boy grew up to be someone\'s sweet little wife,\" taunted Nigellus.

Trembling, Draco felt wisps of a blush coloring his cheeks as each one of his fears was systematically pulled out and put on parade. He slammed the book shut and glared at Nigellus.

\"You know it\'s true. You know your mother would not be happy with this. That\'s what you hope, don\'t you? That she would love her homosexual son? She may have. But you know she wouldn\'t be pleased with you bending for a half blood. Particularly that half blood. It must be a weakness in the Malfoy blood. A bloodline whose motto is \'Toujours Pur\' certainly wouldn\'t produce a fully fledged bottoming blood traitor.\"

Draco\'s chin tilted up as he tried to face these charges with dignity, but he was visibly shaken. He clutched the book to his chest and sneered at the painting. Rationally, he knew that Nigellus didn\'t know his mother personally, but his sentiments stung his already ravening insecurities. His mother wouldn\'t be proud, would she? Draco stood to leave.

Nigellus caught sight of the title of the book Draco was clutching. His eyes sparked with fresh malice, \"My, my, my, reading a Muggle-loving Wizard\'s work, are we? And that story in particular, hmm? Why would you read that story, I wonder? Are you hoping that after all of the banter and forceful treatment that Petruccio and Katherine live happily ever after, Draco?\"

Draco stretched taller and took a deep breath. \"It\'s merely entertainment, a way to pass the time. I had a collection of these, the full set, in fact. My father burned many of them, as you likely know. That left me with little to read other than the dry books on Dark Magic. I feel like reading these now because there\'s no one to tell me not to.\"

The story of the shrew Katherine, who was too bitter and sharp-witted to be beholden to any man, being forcefully romanced by a likewise sharp-witted man earned her respect enough to marry wasn\'t as widely renowned as Shakespeare\'s other works. It was more of a comedy than a true romance. Up until this point, Draco hadn\'t considered the similarities of his situation. It wasn\'t a direct allegory, but he had to ask himself whether that was why he was reading it? \"You\'d think with generations to consider, you might have gotten better with analogy and the use of literary allusions.\"

Phineas chuckled. \"Oh, certainly, Master Malfoy. The problem is with my... analogy. Look at you, so dignified as you stand there with an illustrated children\'s book,\" Nigellus mocked. \"You do realize, of course, given what you\'re to face for your treacherous ways, your magic books would be much more practical to read. But we all know why you\'re reading Muggle literature, don\'t we? You want to know how it all ends. Well, let me set your mind at ease about how dear Petruccio and Dra-Katherine... end up.\"

Draco\'s eyes narrowed at Nigellus and he turned on his heel to head out of the room, but he couldn\'t escape Nigellus\'s last words.

\"It wasn\'t happily ever after, Dratherine,\" he cackled to the back of Draco\'s head. \"Poor Kate was subjected to Petruccio\'s will for the rest of her life. What could she do? She entered into the marriage against her will, subjected to a headstrong and capricious man. Though she convinced herself that was love and that love in itself was enough, she was neither in love nor would that fleeting emotion ever going to be enough even if she were. She died lonely and without the decorum that sticking with her principles would have given her.\"

Draco glared at the portrait from the doorway for a moment after the end of its rant and then muttered, \"The End,\" and slammed the door.

--

Draco sat alone in the drawing room for a good half hour. There were other rooms, of course, but he kept coming back here, didn\'t he? He\'d intended to get back to reading his book, but instead he\'d taken to staring up at the family motto, \"Toujours Pur.\" He wondered if this was what Sirius did when he was trapped here the summer before. Probably not. He probably had more sense. Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.

He was remotely aware of Ron taking a seat on the other end of the couch. Draco tried to ignore his presence until Ron cleared his throat in exasperation. \"Why don\'t you go to your room?\" asked Draco, not looking towards him.

\"I was in there, but that painting was... giggling. Bloody unsettling, that is,\" observed Ron.

Draco huffed and looked back down at his book. \"Indeed.\"

\"Besides, I thought we might... you know... plan a little.\"

\"Plan? A little?\"

\"Well, I realize that you and Harry probably want some alone time, being that you\'re a couple and all,\" said Ron. He certainly didn\'t want to admit that he\'d been privy to the past two nights\' alone time. That was just embarrassing.

\"Alone time,\" Draco drawled. \"That\'s a very genteel way of saying you don\'t want to listen to us... shagging?\" Draco leered at Ron blatantly, knowing that made him uncomfortable.

\"You know what I mean, Malfoy,\" Ron huffed as he wrapped his arms around himself.

\"Look, why don\'t we do it this way; Harry and I will shag after dinner and you stay out of the room till 9 or 10 and by then we should be asleep,\" offered Draco.

\"Then we don\'t get to see Harry!\" complained Ron

\"You\'ll see him at dinner.\"

\"Everyone will see him at dinner.\"

\"Well there you go. Everyone will have seen him. I\'m not sure what the flap is about.\"

Ron glared.

\"Fine then,\" he said as he gave a dismissive gesture. \"We\'ll just promise to be dressed and done by then. Up to him if he is too tired.\"

\"But right after dinner? Why not... later?\"

\"Do you want to be locked out of the room all night? I\'m just trying to keep it fair and with a reasonable schedule. You can just take that time to shag Granger and you lot can chat about your afterglow while I sleep.\"

Ron flushed at this suggestion, ignoring that Malfoy didn\'t include himself in the afterglow chat, not that anyone would miss him. \"Well, if we had afterglow...\" he mumbled.

\"Pardon?\"

\"Nothing,\" blurted out Ron, angry with himself for his admission.

Draco was so amused he could barely contain it. \"You mean you haven\'t shagged the Mu--ggleborn?\" he said after a warning look from Weasley.

\"No.\"

Trying to contain his want to cackle at this revelation, he said, \"In that case, I commend you on your taste.\"

\"It wasn\'t MY decision, Malfoy,\" growled Ron, now visibly scarlet and shifting in his seat.

\"Then I commend HER on HER taste,\" sassed Draco before he cackled.

Hopping up from his seat, Ron shouted, \"I\'m not discussing this with YOU!\"

\"Good!\" retorted Draco. \"It was making me nauseated to contemplate!\"

\"You shagging Harry makes ME nauseous!\"

\"Not so nauseous that you didn\'t have yourself a peek, hmm?\" gloated Draco.

Ron paled and worked his mouth, too shocked to reply. Draco knew? He SAW? He knew and didn\'t stop? \"Fine! After dinner you and Harry... do whatever. This conversation is over!\" shouted Ron as he stomped out of the room. What the bloody hell? Malfoy knew he was watching and didn\'t stop? Pervert probably got off on it. Ron clenched his jaw in fury as he fled towards the kitchen, brushing past Hermione.

\"Ron? Is everything all right? I heard shouting...\" she called after him.

\"It\'s fine, Hermione. Everything\'s bloody FINE!\" he shouted, awakening the portrait in the entryway.

\"BLOOD TRAITORS BE GONE FROM MY HOUSE-\" Mrs. Black started.

Ron yanked back the curtain to give the woman a glare so lethal that she quieted and recoiled. At that, Ron decided to turn and run up the stairs to his room. Enough was enough.

Watching the redhead disappear, she headed into the room he\'d burst out of to see Draco chuckling and looking smug down at his book.

\"What did you say to him?\" questioned Hermione.

Draco\'s head snapped up and he leered. \"To whom?\"

\"Ron. He just bolted out of here!\"

\"Oh, that. Well, I didn\'t say anything in particular to him. He seems tightly wound. He needs a good shag, clearly.\" Draco\'s lips twisted in a sneer that dared her to respond.

Hermione was speechless. Her mouth dropped open and her face burned red.

\"Oh right. I forgot, you two don\'t do that.\"

Gasping, Hermione brought her hand up over her face. \"He-- he told you that? Why?\"

\"Oh, we were bonding.\"

\"Bonding?\"

\"Mm yes. Maybe he wants to check out the other side. See to someone willing to give it up?\" Draco shut the book to concentrate on Hermione\'s reaction.

\"I sincerely doubt that.\"

Draco raised his hand in deference. \"You\'d be surprised what a boy would do to get his nob attended.\"

Hermione crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. \"Yourself included?\"

\"My nob is fine. Thanks for asking.\" Draco smirked and sat back, spreading his legs to be lewd.

\"Nice. Thank you.\" Hermione averted her eyes.

\"Seriously, what are you holding onto it for?\"

\"Holding onto it? You\'re so romantic, Malfoy.\"

Draco shrugged. \"You fancy him, he fancies you. Life is short and uncertain. Particularly for Mud-Muggleborns.\"

Hermione\'s brows rose. \"Are you threatening me?\"

\"No, I\'m telling you to go boff your boyfriend before he develops a crush on me, you stupid minge!\"

Shocked by Draco\'s outburst, Hermione\'s eyes widened and she followed his gaze to the tapestry. Her head tilted to the side as she thought about what he must have grown up with. She\'d seen the same brooding from Sirius, although he was never this uncouth. She continued to stare at Draco who finally looked from the wall hanging and re-opened his book.

\"Sod off. I\'m reading.\"

\"If you ever need to talk, Malfoy--\"

\"It won\'t be with you. Now fuck off already.\"

Hermione stood there for a few minutes, watching Draco pretend to read. After a few moments, she pushed off of the doorframe to talk to Ron.

--

The hours passed slowly with Draco watching the way that the color of light changed over the never turned page of his book. A few times Draco fancied he\'d dozed off stretched out in the couch, dreaming of the shadows moving along the wall. He smelled and heard the sounds of lunch downstairs but couldn\'t be arsed to pay attention to the nagging pull of his stomach.

He was full on asleep and dreaming of falling by the time he felt a hand on his arm. Draco jolted and his eyes met with the familiar green. Harry looked rather amused, albeit tired. \"They say you\'ve been in here all day glaring at that book. I never really understood Shakespeare either.\"

Draco rolled his eyes and clapped the book shut. \"That\'s because you\'re a heathen brought up by Muggles. And they are lack wits that I was too irritated with to speak to. Ron was sniffing at my crotch again and I thought it best for me to stay in a public area lest he choose to act out his wet dreams upon me.\"

\"Oh, all prepared to defend yourself by napping, were you?\" teased Harry who had gotten quite the earful from Ron on the matter already.

\"Well, Weasley\'s so inept that I could defeat him in my sleep.\"

\"I\'m sure,\" Harry placated. \"They said you missed lunch.\"

\"I wasn\'t hungry,\" started Draco who was interrupted by a rather loud eruption from his stomach.

Harry brushed Draco\'s hair back from his face and shook his head. \"What am I going to do with you?\"

\"Take me with you?\"

\"You know I want to and you know I can\'t, Draco.\"

\"You\'re the golden boy. You can do anything you want and you know it. You just don\'t want to.\" Draco sat up and folded his arms around the book.

\"Draco... I\'m too tired to fight about this-\"

\"Great. I\'ll see about scheduling an appointment then.\"

\"What?\"

\"Well, you had time to listen to everyone else\'s reports on me and their grievances, but when it comes to mine...\"

Harry stared at Draco. \"They didn\'t ask to come with me. They know better than that. They certainly didn\'t act like spoiled children when I told them they couldn\'t have their way. I can\'t change whom the Ministry allows there and I\'m not fighting over it because it\'s stupid. I missed you all day and now you have nothing better for me than to act like a brat.\"

\"Pfft.\" Draco knew he was being a brat. Both boys knew that it wasn\'t so much that Draco had a burning desire to be an Auror as he just didn\'t want to be stuck in an unfamiliar house with people he despised. \"You didn\'t miss me at all. You were too busy learning new magic.\"

\"I missed you a lot, actually. They were teaching some of the things you were talking about your father teaching you and how to defend against it.\"

\"Oh. So you were thinking of me as a cautionary tale?\" Draco asked in an obvious ploy for more attention.

Harry recognized it, but wasn\'t going to refuse. He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed his temple. \"Always,\" he teased.

Draco made a weak movement to pull away, but smiled as Harry held fast. \"I suppose I should be flattered that The Boy Who Lived was thinking of me at all.\"

\"You should be. He has so many fans,\" Harry taunted, recalling the strange looks he got from the other Aurors. The day had been difficult and strange. Some of the other trainees were friendly to Harry, but most of them didn\'t like being trained alongside a mere \"child,\" no matter how auspicious his birth. He was further vilified by being used as an example of someone who had survived dark attacks. The times between classes had been strained. Draco had no idea how much Harry wanted a friendly face there with him. As it was, there was only one man there that said much of anything to him. A Richard something or other, Harry couldn\'t quite remember his full name after the strenuous day.

\"Well, so long as he doesn\'t forget...\" started Draco as he bunched Harry\'s robe up so he could reach into his pants to stroke him, \"his number one fan.\"

Harry\'s eyes fluttered closed behind the glasses-reflected waning light in the room. \"Oh... I bet he\'s been thinking about his number one fan doing something like that all day.\"

\"Has he been? That boy is naughty. I hope his dirty thoughts didn\'t distract him too much. Might have made for a rather conspicuous problem in class,\" purred Draco as Harry\'s arms released him so that he could slide down to his knees in front of the couch.

In fact, Harry had lamented that Auror training had to take place in Wizarding robes and not in street clothes. But these were real Wizards, he reasoned, and they were expected to perform their duties dressed as such. It made sense that they were training in them. Still... it did make for a few prickly moments for Harry, although no one seemed to notice. Harry was about to thank Draco for loaning him a few robes to wear since all he had were school robes when he felt the balmy heat of Draco\'s mouth around him. Harry moaned as he slid his fingers through the blond tresses.

Draco\'s tongue whirled around Harry\'s length and his fingers gripped the base to steady him. He looked up at Harry\'s blushing face mouthing wordlessly through his ragged gasps. Grinning inwardly, he moved his other hand under Harry and tentatively touched his rigid band of muscles that went tighter at his touch. The tension foreshadowed Harry\'s whole body tightening at Draco\'s probing until he felt a determined tug at his pale locks. Releasing the length from his mouth, Draco looked up at Harry\'s shaking head. \"Haaaarrry....\" he whined.

\"I know, and I\'ll let you, but not today, please?\" asked Harry as he slid his fingers over the tender scalp. \"It was my first day in Auror training... I\'m really... tense. I\'ve been thinking about how good you feel all day long.\" Harry hadn\'t let Draco top since the Astronomy Tower. Draco rarely brought it up, but when he did, he was easily put off. Much to Harry\'s relief, it appeared to be all that it was going to take tonight too.

It burned Draco a bit that Harry wouldn\'t let him top again, but at this point his bottoming was automatic. If it really bothered him to do, he wouldn\'t have, but on occasion he would\'ve enjoyed a bit more consideration. \"Fine,\" inflected Draco.

\"Great,\" enthused Harry. Either he willfully ignored Draco\'s vocal and facial expression or he was just in too much of a hurry to get up and run to the room, but the result was the same. Harry was up and skipping away in a flash.

Draco couldn\'t help but be amused with how eager Harry was, although he wondered if it was enthusiasm over sex with him or just relief from not having to bottom. He was just about to get up to follow when Harry was back in the room holding the vial of lubricant and spelling the door locked. \"I thought you were tired,\" Draco observed as he pulled his robe up over his head and tossed it aside on the couch. He rested his knees on the couch and leaned his forearms on the back, looking over his shoulder at Harry.

\"Well... I was.\" Harry likewise dispensed with his robe and pulled his pants off. \"But then someone was sucking my prick and it woke me up a bit. Not to mention that I\'m shocked to know that my boyfriend has been lounging around the house with no pants on!\" he teased.

\"Loads of Wizards and witches don\'t,\" said Draco as he wiggled his pale bum at Harry who caught it between his hands and gave it a squeeze. \"I only wear them when I\'m wearing trousers.\"

\"Mmm, I see.\" Harry squeezed lubricant onto his hand. Sliding his hand down the cleft of Draco\'s ass, he continued. \"And you were calling me a dirty boy.\"

Draco rolled his eyes and pressed his forehead against his forearm as he felt the tepid fingers entering him.

\"Did you go pants-less in the robe I was wearing before?\" asked Harry as he leaned over Draco\'s body to whisper into his ear.

Feeling the warmth of Harry\'s body against him and the waxy feel of his prick sliding against his thigh, Draco shivered and nodded.

\"And the one I\'ll wear tomorrow?\"

\"Mmhm.\" Draco winced until he felt Harry\'s fingers curl to find his prostate. He groaned into the couch back.

\"That thought will prove distracting to my training,\" Harry whispered back as he continued to tease Draco until he was induced to reach for his own length. Harry kissed along Draco\'s shoulders and then nuzzled the back of his neck. Reaching around Draco\'s waist, he swatted Draco\'s hand away. \"Stop that.\"

Twisting his head around to complain to Harry about shooing his hand away from his prick if he wasn\'t going to do something about it, he hissed through his teeth when Harry slowly moved himself inside of him. \"Oh!\"

Biting his lip, Harry whispered an apology and kissed Draco\'s shoulder and the side of his face in apology. His slick hand wrapped around Draco\'s length and he started to move in tandem to the slow pumping of his fist. \"Don\'t come like this.\"

\"Is there... anything else... I can do for you?\" Draco panted out to Harry, looking back incredulously.

Harry was flushed with his effort as he worked himself smoothly in and out of Draco. His glasses were fogging, as he beamed at his lover. \"I... want to... suck you... off...\" he panted back as he released Draco\'s prick to grip his hips tightly to give more articulated thrusts.

Grinning, Draco let his head flop forward and he pressed back against Harry. He clenched harder around him, wanting to get Harry off sooner rather than later.

Feeling the warmth of his lover closing in on him did Harry in swiftly. Before he could object to Draco that he wanted it to last, his fingers were already stabbing into Draco\'s hips and his body was quaking with his orgasm. After the last punctuated pushes, he flopped against Draco\'s glistening back.

Draco gave Harry a moment to bask against him, but his prick was throbbing an insistent reminder that he needed tending to. He grunted at Harry to get his attention, to which Harry whimpered a begging for another moment of stillness in afterglow. Granting it for another couple of minutes, then Draco whined and Harry moved out of him.

Harry grabbed his pants up off the floor and blotted the leavings that dribbled from Draco before the blond turned over and sprawled on the couch, pink prick at full and lascivious attention against his abdomen. Sinking to his knees in front of the couch, Harry wrapped both hands around it and stuffed it into his mouth.

\"Ack!\" Draco cried before Harry remembered to cover his teeth. Harry\'s noise of apology reverberated through Draco\'s length. Draco relaxed into the feeling, splaying his arms out over the couch. His hands grabbed the cushions as Harry\'s mouth suctioned tighter and his tongue started to found a steadier rhythm. His back arched as Harry sunk his fingers inside of him and prodded till they roughly massaged at his prostate.

Giving a groaning warning of his release, Draco felt Harry steeling himself to handle it. Harry pushed his lips to the base of Draco\'s cock and swallowed several times. He surprised himself by not missing any of the come except a small dribble that he then lapped out of the corner of his mouth. He was about to make a comment when Draco\'s stomach again came to life with a rather angry growl.

Draco blushed. Harry suppressed a giggle as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, \"Come on, let\'s get you fed up. You eat and I\'ll tell you about my day.\"

\"Right,\" said Draco as he got up stiffly and pulled his robe back on.

Harry had gotten his robe back on as well and leaned in to kiss Draco who made a face at tasting himself, but otherwise didn\'t protest. \"I love you.\"

\"I love you, too,\" said Draco who tried to speak louder than his stomach\'s newest grumble.

Harry slipped his hand into Draco\'s and pretended not to hear it. Pulling his wand, he ended the locking spell and tugged Draco downstairs to the kitchen.