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Unexpected Guests
Chapter Number/Total: 20/36
Chapter Title: Unexpected Guests
Words: 2617 Words
Hermione's voice startled Draco, who had just been eating sausages and drinking his tea. Harry had the paper and his wand out, having finished most of his food already.
"Who's there?" Harry asked cautiously, just to be sure.
Hermione stepped out of the Floo, dusting herself off. She saw Draco's back and Harry next to him, wand in one hand and paper in the other. "Harry," she said, "we've come to visit."
A moment later, Ron stepped out of the fire, too. "Hi, mate," he said, frowning at Draco's back.
Draco bent his head forward. He had used a potion to grow his hair long and now used the hair to hide his face.
Harry held the wand up at his friends and smiled. "Hey, you two. How've you both been?"
Hermione looked curiously at Draco; Ron frowned at him. The two stepped around the table, smiling at Harry.
"So, what brings you here?" Harry asked after a moment, leaning a bit on Draco.
Draco still did not say anything. He pulled his hands back, putting them in his lap. He kept his face hidden behind his hair.
Hermione and Ron took seats across from Harry at the table. "We just wanted to check on you and see how you're doing."
He set the wand down on the table, finishing the Vision Spell. "I'm doing better," he answered, nodding. "A lot better, actually."
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, "How are you?"
"Excuse me," Draco said, standing up and walking from the room.
Harry sighed softly, listening to him leave. "He's fine, Hermione," he answered for him.
"Harry," Hermione said in a voice that sounded like someone trying to be patient. "Tell us what is going on, please. We are worried about you."
"We're together, Hermione," he said slowly, picking up his wand again. "I know it seems weird, but please trust me on this."
"I understand trying to save him," Hermione said, "but you need to explain the rest to me. You always hated him."
"Things change," he murmured, whispering the Vision Spell. He looked up at both of them. "I changed."
"He ... hurt you," Hermione said. "I know you said it was to save you. But I don't think it is right that you would want to be with someone who did that."
"It's not easy to understand, I know, but ... I love him. I know he hurt me ...." He blushed a bit. "But I knew he loved me before it happened."
"Even if that is true," Hermione continued, "he is a Death Eater. He has the Dark Mark."
"He didn't exactly have a choice. Why do you think he helped me kill Voldemort?" he asked, beginning to get angry.
"Didn't he tell you, Harry?" she asked. "You have to murder someone to take the Mark."
"That doesn't matter," he replied quickly, shaking his head.
Ron had been quiet. "I trust you, Harry," he said, "and I believe you. But you can't ignore this."
"Ignore that he killed someone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not afraid of him, if that's what you want me to be."
"You are holed up in here with him," Ron said. "But what about Tonks and Shacklebolt? Even my dad might lose his job over this."
"I have to tell them what really happened. I'll make sure that everyone won't lose their job," he said firmly.
"Good," Ron said. "You can't just stay here all the time. They were all suspended for taking Malfoy out of there."
Harry's head snapped up. "They were suspended for taking him out?! Why didn't I hear about that?"
"Didn't Remus or Tonks tell you?" Hermione asked.
"No!" He gritted his teeth, shaking his head. He hated when things were kept from him like that.
"They probably didn't want to upset you," Hermione said quickly.
"I would've liked it if they'd told me anyway," he mumbled.
"Well, you could speak to the Minister of Magic about what happened," Hermione suggested. "I know that they have put Malfoy in your custody, but that is only until his case is reviewed."
"I'll have to," he answered, running a hand through his hair. "I hate this."
"There was quite a big row, after that article in the Daily Prophet," Ron said. "Lots of people want to see Malfoy punished."
"I won't let them anywhere near Draco," Harry promised, clenching his hands into fists.
There was a silence from his friends before Ron finally said, "Harry, mate, we get that, but maybe you need to tell them why."
"And I'll do that," Harry answered quickly, already thinking of what he'd say to the Minister.
Ron and Hermione both smiled. "Good, Harry, and you know we will be there if you want us," she said.
His face softened as he looked up at his two best friends. "Thanks. Can you come back tomorrow and go with me?" he asked, looking hopeful.
"Sure, mate," Ron said with the biggest smile Harry had seen in a long time. Hermione hugged Harry as her reply.
Harry tensed just a bit, but he relaxed a moment later in the embrace, sighing deeply. "Thanks again."
The two said their goodbyes and promised to be back.
Harry got up after a while and headed upstairs, going into the bedroom. "Draco?"
"On the bed," Draco answered, setting aside the book he was reading.
Harry crawled onto the bed, moving closer to Draco. "You okay?" he asked, resting his head on his chest.
"You ask that often," Draco replied, laying his clawed hand against Harry's back.
"Because I always want to make sure," he answered, listening to his steady heartbeat.
"I am not sure whether or not I will ever be okay, Harry," Draco said quietly.
"Well, what do you mean exactly?" he asked softly, biting his lip.
"Nothing we haven't already talked about," Draco sighed.
"The scars ... I can help do something about them," he mumbled after a moment.
Draco didn't answer for a long moment. On one hand, he hated the scars, yet he wondered if he really deserved them. "I am a monster, Harry," he said. "There is no place for me."
"You're not a monster, Draco. Please don't say you are," Harry replied quickly, biting his lip harder.
"Others will tell you what I am," Draco said. "Do you realise what other people will do when they see me?"
Harry didn't answer, sighing softly against his chest. They wouldn't understand. Of course they'd say hurtful and hateful things about him.
Draco looked down at Harry's face pressed against his new shirt. Harry had brought him clothes. In Azkaban, the guards had refused him clothes, saying he was a rabid dog who should be killed.
"But there's magic and spells and everything. I don't want you to hate yourself," Harry said finally, rubbing his face against his chest.
"I hated myself long before this happened, Harry," Draco said. "Now the outside matches the inside."
Harry's lip trembled before he could stop it. He looked up at Draco, shaking his head. "Why?"
"You know why," Draco said quietly.
"Yes, but ... Draco," he whispered, sniffling a bit. He took a deep breath and laid his head back down, not wanting Draco to see the tears forming in his eyes.
"I have done things, Harry," Draco said, "Not just that night. My life before was ...."
"Was what?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky.
"You met Father, and you saw ... what he is like."
"Yes, I know. We'll get him, don't worry," Harry murmured.
"I doubt they will find him," Draco said. "But that wasn't my point."
"If they don't, I will. But yeah, that wasn't your point."
Draco was quiet, just lying there holding this amazing man whom he loved. Draco knew he didn't deserve him, but he wanted him. Wanted this. He pulled Harry closer, holding him tight and inhaling his scent.
Harry sighed softly at the movement, burying his face in Draco's neck. He kissed the skin lightly, wishing he could do more for him. He loved him that much. He didn't want him to suffer any more than he already had.
"So, what next?" Draco asked.
"Whatever you want. We've got the day to ourselves," he answered, face still pressed against Draco's neck.
"I want you. I always want you," Draco said, still holding him.
"I'm here for you, Draco," Harry replied again, feeling safe and relaxed in his arms.
***
Harry woke up the next morning curled up with Draco. He yawned as he blinked open his eyes and tried to sit up, Draco's arm still around him. "Draco ...."
"Mmm." Draco clutched him tighter.
Harry smiled a bit, pressing his lips against Draco's cheek. "Hey, wake up."
The blond pulled at Harry again as if someone was trying to take something away from him.
That made Harry laugh softly. "Draco!"
"What?" Draco complained, holding him tight.
"I have to get up," Harry replied, still smiling.
"Why?" Draco asked, eye still closed.
"I want to go to the Ministry today," he said, relaxing against him again. Just for a bit more, he thought.
Draco opened his eye and frowned. "Why?" he asked.
"To tell my side of the story, of course."
Draco huffed but loosened his hold on Harry.
Harry slipped out of his arms and made his way off the bed. "Don't be mad," he said.
"Not mad, just ...." Draco sighed.
"Just what?" he asked, stopping at the foot of the bed.
"I can wait," Draco said, smirking.
Harry blushed and grinned, beginning to walk over to the door as he talked. "You'll probably pounce on me when I get back."
"Probably," Draco said, lying back on the bed. Having claws definitely had drawbacks. Some things were more difficult to do for himself.
"And I wouldn't mind." Harry left the room and went down the hall, entering the bathroom. It was much easier to travel around the house now. He only used his wand to find things, but other than doing that once or twice a day, Harry stayed in his new, dark world. He stepped into the bath, took a quick shower, then brushed his teeth, walking back into their room twenty minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"What should I wear?" Harry asked, shaking the water out of his hair.
Draco growled at the sight of Harry. "Me," he said.
"You? How would I go about doing that?" he wondered, pulling the towel off and using it to dry his hair.
"Come here and I will show you," Draco teased.
"Why don't you come here and show me instead," Harry said, grinning. He knew he should've been getting dressed, but honestly, he loved spending his time with Draco.
Draco slipped off the bed, quietly stalking his lover.
Harry paused, the towel still in his hair. Draco was being awfully quiet. He concentrated hard on hearing anything that would alert him to what was going on.
Draco pounced, swooping Harry into his arms and throwing him on the bed, climbing atop him immediately.
Harry yelped then let out a loud laugh, body bouncing on the bed.
Draco pressed his body against Harry's, his erection rubbing against his lover as he lightly nipped at his neck.
Harry turned his head to the side, exposing more of his neck. In the bathroom, he had seen the faint marks from previous nips, but he didn't want to get rid of them.
Draco was already rubbing his cock against Harry's and leaving another trail of small red wounds down his neck and chest.
Harry moaned softly, his hips twitching up toward Draco's as he felt himself harden. "Draco," he whispered.
"Prepare yourself," Draco growled.
Harry licked his fingers as he dug his heels into the bed, lifting his hips up as much as he could. He reached and with a bit of manoeuvring, managed to slip a finger inside himself.
Draco sat back on his heels, watching him hungrily. Then he leaned over and licked Harry's cock, while Harry stretched himself.
Harry didn't think he needed much preparation, but he went on, soon fucking himself with three fingers as he tried to get more of his cock into Draco's mouth.
"I wish I could suck you," Draco said, licking and rubbing his face on Harry's cock.
Harry shuddered, nodding as well. "I wish ...." He trailed off, his voice a shade higher than usual.
Draco moved up until his cock was brushing against Harry's hand sliding in and out.
Harry pulled his fingers out when he felt Draco brush against him. "Come on," he murmured, sounding impatient.
"Fuck," Draco said, pushing forward and feeling himself sliding into Harry.
Harry groaned softly, his legs moving to wrap around his waist. "Mm, I'll never get tired of this."
"Never," Draco growled, thrusting deeper and reaching to hold Harry's hips.
"Yes," Harry hissed, clenching around him as he began to thrust.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Draco gasped, starting to growl low in his throat again.
"You feel even better," he moaned, raising his hips and moving with him.
Draco laughed, but it sounded more like a growl. He thrust in faster.
Harry grinned, reaching up and gripping Draco's shoulders tightly. "Love you," he groaned, feeling himself get close.
"Yes, I love you," Draco growled again, claws pressing into Harry.
Harry came just as Draco spoke, his claws making him jerk and shudder.
Shuddering and growling, Draco came hard, back arching and head thrown back.
Harry whimpered, letting his legs fall as he covered his eyes with one arm. "Gods," he whispered, completely satisfied.
Draco slumped forward, resting his face on his lover's chest. "More when you get back," Draco whispered.
Harry smiled softly, still breathing heavily. "Promise?"
Draco nuzzled and licked the skin under him. "Yes, I do," he said.
"Good." He sighed softly, not wanting to move. "I should go ...."
Draco pulled out and sat back up. "You need to do a Cleaning Charm first," he said, smirking.
"Do I?" Harry asked. He didn't try to sit up, not wanting to bother the cuts on his hips. "Is my wand on the side table?"
"Yes, Summon it," Draco said.
"I was gonna," he said, silently Summoning the wand. He whispered the Cleaning Charm, shivering as it spread over his skin.
"You are going to be dealing with the Ministry," Draco said. "Never forget, you are a wizard. And you are the one who destroyed the Dark Lord. They owe you."
Harry nodded, slowly sitting up finally. "They owe me a lot, actually."
Draco got up and pulled out Harry's better clothing. "Here," he said, "wear these."
Harry slipped off the bed and pulled on his shorts, sighing as the material brushed over the new wounds. He loved it though; it made him remember what was waiting for him here. He took the clothes Draco laid out for him and began to get dressed slowly, making sure to button everything up right.
Draco was still naked, leaning back against the bed post and watching Harry. "You look good," he said.
"Really?" He smiled, running a hand through his hair.
"Good enough. You had better go soon." Draco smirked.
Laughing, Harry walked over to him, his arms open. "I'll see you later."
Draco pushed off from the bed and stepped into Harry's arms. "Yes, I will be waiting," he said.
Harry hugged him as tightly as he could, then pulled back, leaning up to kiss him. "Bye."
Draco gave him a quick kiss and then stepped back.
Harry put his wand away as he walked out of the room and down the stairs to Floo to The Burrow.
Chapter Title: Unexpected Guests
Words: 2617 Words
Hermione's voice startled Draco, who had just been eating sausages and drinking his tea. Harry had the paper and his wand out, having finished most of his food already.
"Who's there?" Harry asked cautiously, just to be sure.
Hermione stepped out of the Floo, dusting herself off. She saw Draco's back and Harry next to him, wand in one hand and paper in the other. "Harry," she said, "we've come to visit."
A moment later, Ron stepped out of the fire, too. "Hi, mate," he said, frowning at Draco's back.
Draco bent his head forward. He had used a potion to grow his hair long and now used the hair to hide his face.
Harry held the wand up at his friends and smiled. "Hey, you two. How've you both been?"
Hermione looked curiously at Draco; Ron frowned at him. The two stepped around the table, smiling at Harry.
"So, what brings you here?" Harry asked after a moment, leaning a bit on Draco.
Draco still did not say anything. He pulled his hands back, putting them in his lap. He kept his face hidden behind his hair.
Hermione and Ron took seats across from Harry at the table. "We just wanted to check on you and see how you're doing."
He set the wand down on the table, finishing the Vision Spell. "I'm doing better," he answered, nodding. "A lot better, actually."
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, "How are you?"
"Excuse me," Draco said, standing up and walking from the room.
Harry sighed softly, listening to him leave. "He's fine, Hermione," he answered for him.
"Harry," Hermione said in a voice that sounded like someone trying to be patient. "Tell us what is going on, please. We are worried about you."
"We're together, Hermione," he said slowly, picking up his wand again. "I know it seems weird, but please trust me on this."
"I understand trying to save him," Hermione said, "but you need to explain the rest to me. You always hated him."
"Things change," he murmured, whispering the Vision Spell. He looked up at both of them. "I changed."
"He ... hurt you," Hermione said. "I know you said it was to save you. But I don't think it is right that you would want to be with someone who did that."
"It's not easy to understand, I know, but ... I love him. I know he hurt me ...." He blushed a bit. "But I knew he loved me before it happened."
"Even if that is true," Hermione continued, "he is a Death Eater. He has the Dark Mark."
"He didn't exactly have a choice. Why do you think he helped me kill Voldemort?" he asked, beginning to get angry.
"Didn't he tell you, Harry?" she asked. "You have to murder someone to take the Mark."
"That doesn't matter," he replied quickly, shaking his head.
Ron had been quiet. "I trust you, Harry," he said, "and I believe you. But you can't ignore this."
"Ignore that he killed someone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not afraid of him, if that's what you want me to be."
"You are holed up in here with him," Ron said. "But what about Tonks and Shacklebolt? Even my dad might lose his job over this."
"I have to tell them what really happened. I'll make sure that everyone won't lose their job," he said firmly.
"Good," Ron said. "You can't just stay here all the time. They were all suspended for taking Malfoy out of there."
Harry's head snapped up. "They were suspended for taking him out?! Why didn't I hear about that?"
"Didn't Remus or Tonks tell you?" Hermione asked.
"No!" He gritted his teeth, shaking his head. He hated when things were kept from him like that.
"They probably didn't want to upset you," Hermione said quickly.
"I would've liked it if they'd told me anyway," he mumbled.
"Well, you could speak to the Minister of Magic about what happened," Hermione suggested. "I know that they have put Malfoy in your custody, but that is only until his case is reviewed."
"I'll have to," he answered, running a hand through his hair. "I hate this."
"There was quite a big row, after that article in the Daily Prophet," Ron said. "Lots of people want to see Malfoy punished."
"I won't let them anywhere near Draco," Harry promised, clenching his hands into fists.
There was a silence from his friends before Ron finally said, "Harry, mate, we get that, but maybe you need to tell them why."
"And I'll do that," Harry answered quickly, already thinking of what he'd say to the Minister.
Ron and Hermione both smiled. "Good, Harry, and you know we will be there if you want us," she said.
His face softened as he looked up at his two best friends. "Thanks. Can you come back tomorrow and go with me?" he asked, looking hopeful.
"Sure, mate," Ron said with the biggest smile Harry had seen in a long time. Hermione hugged Harry as her reply.
Harry tensed just a bit, but he relaxed a moment later in the embrace, sighing deeply. "Thanks again."
The two said their goodbyes and promised to be back.
Harry got up after a while and headed upstairs, going into the bedroom. "Draco?"
"On the bed," Draco answered, setting aside the book he was reading.
Harry crawled onto the bed, moving closer to Draco. "You okay?" he asked, resting his head on his chest.
"You ask that often," Draco replied, laying his clawed hand against Harry's back.
"Because I always want to make sure," he answered, listening to his steady heartbeat.
"I am not sure whether or not I will ever be okay, Harry," Draco said quietly.
"Well, what do you mean exactly?" he asked softly, biting his lip.
"Nothing we haven't already talked about," Draco sighed.
"The scars ... I can help do something about them," he mumbled after a moment.
Draco didn't answer for a long moment. On one hand, he hated the scars, yet he wondered if he really deserved them. "I am a monster, Harry," he said. "There is no place for me."
"You're not a monster, Draco. Please don't say you are," Harry replied quickly, biting his lip harder.
"Others will tell you what I am," Draco said. "Do you realise what other people will do when they see me?"
Harry didn't answer, sighing softly against his chest. They wouldn't understand. Of course they'd say hurtful and hateful things about him.
Draco looked down at Harry's face pressed against his new shirt. Harry had brought him clothes. In Azkaban, the guards had refused him clothes, saying he was a rabid dog who should be killed.
"But there's magic and spells and everything. I don't want you to hate yourself," Harry said finally, rubbing his face against his chest.
"I hated myself long before this happened, Harry," Draco said. "Now the outside matches the inside."
Harry's lip trembled before he could stop it. He looked up at Draco, shaking his head. "Why?"
"You know why," Draco said quietly.
"Yes, but ... Draco," he whispered, sniffling a bit. He took a deep breath and laid his head back down, not wanting Draco to see the tears forming in his eyes.
"I have done things, Harry," Draco said, "Not just that night. My life before was ...."
"Was what?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky.
"You met Father, and you saw ... what he is like."
"Yes, I know. We'll get him, don't worry," Harry murmured.
"I doubt they will find him," Draco said. "But that wasn't my point."
"If they don't, I will. But yeah, that wasn't your point."
Draco was quiet, just lying there holding this amazing man whom he loved. Draco knew he didn't deserve him, but he wanted him. Wanted this. He pulled Harry closer, holding him tight and inhaling his scent.
Harry sighed softly at the movement, burying his face in Draco's neck. He kissed the skin lightly, wishing he could do more for him. He loved him that much. He didn't want him to suffer any more than he already had.
"So, what next?" Draco asked.
"Whatever you want. We've got the day to ourselves," he answered, face still pressed against Draco's neck.
"I want you. I always want you," Draco said, still holding him.
"I'm here for you, Draco," Harry replied again, feeling safe and relaxed in his arms.
***
Harry woke up the next morning curled up with Draco. He yawned as he blinked open his eyes and tried to sit up, Draco's arm still around him. "Draco ...."
"Mmm." Draco clutched him tighter.
Harry smiled a bit, pressing his lips against Draco's cheek. "Hey, wake up."
The blond pulled at Harry again as if someone was trying to take something away from him.
That made Harry laugh softly. "Draco!"
"What?" Draco complained, holding him tight.
"I have to get up," Harry replied, still smiling.
"Why?" Draco asked, eye still closed.
"I want to go to the Ministry today," he said, relaxing against him again. Just for a bit more, he thought.
Draco opened his eye and frowned. "Why?" he asked.
"To tell my side of the story, of course."
Draco huffed but loosened his hold on Harry.
Harry slipped out of his arms and made his way off the bed. "Don't be mad," he said.
"Not mad, just ...." Draco sighed.
"Just what?" he asked, stopping at the foot of the bed.
"I can wait," Draco said, smirking.
Harry blushed and grinned, beginning to walk over to the door as he talked. "You'll probably pounce on me when I get back."
"Probably," Draco said, lying back on the bed. Having claws definitely had drawbacks. Some things were more difficult to do for himself.
"And I wouldn't mind." Harry left the room and went down the hall, entering the bathroom. It was much easier to travel around the house now. He only used his wand to find things, but other than doing that once or twice a day, Harry stayed in his new, dark world. He stepped into the bath, took a quick shower, then brushed his teeth, walking back into their room twenty minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"What should I wear?" Harry asked, shaking the water out of his hair.
Draco growled at the sight of Harry. "Me," he said.
"You? How would I go about doing that?" he wondered, pulling the towel off and using it to dry his hair.
"Come here and I will show you," Draco teased.
"Why don't you come here and show me instead," Harry said, grinning. He knew he should've been getting dressed, but honestly, he loved spending his time with Draco.
Draco slipped off the bed, quietly stalking his lover.
Harry paused, the towel still in his hair. Draco was being awfully quiet. He concentrated hard on hearing anything that would alert him to what was going on.
Draco pounced, swooping Harry into his arms and throwing him on the bed, climbing atop him immediately.
Harry yelped then let out a loud laugh, body bouncing on the bed.
Draco pressed his body against Harry's, his erection rubbing against his lover as he lightly nipped at his neck.
Harry turned his head to the side, exposing more of his neck. In the bathroom, he had seen the faint marks from previous nips, but he didn't want to get rid of them.
Draco was already rubbing his cock against Harry's and leaving another trail of small red wounds down his neck and chest.
Harry moaned softly, his hips twitching up toward Draco's as he felt himself harden. "Draco," he whispered.
"Prepare yourself," Draco growled.
Harry licked his fingers as he dug his heels into the bed, lifting his hips up as much as he could. He reached and with a bit of manoeuvring, managed to slip a finger inside himself.
Draco sat back on his heels, watching him hungrily. Then he leaned over and licked Harry's cock, while Harry stretched himself.
Harry didn't think he needed much preparation, but he went on, soon fucking himself with three fingers as he tried to get more of his cock into Draco's mouth.
"I wish I could suck you," Draco said, licking and rubbing his face on Harry's cock.
Harry shuddered, nodding as well. "I wish ...." He trailed off, his voice a shade higher than usual.
Draco moved up until his cock was brushing against Harry's hand sliding in and out.
Harry pulled his fingers out when he felt Draco brush against him. "Come on," he murmured, sounding impatient.
"Fuck," Draco said, pushing forward and feeling himself sliding into Harry.
Harry groaned softly, his legs moving to wrap around his waist. "Mm, I'll never get tired of this."
"Never," Draco growled, thrusting deeper and reaching to hold Harry's hips.
"Yes," Harry hissed, clenching around him as he began to thrust.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Draco gasped, starting to growl low in his throat again.
"You feel even better," he moaned, raising his hips and moving with him.
Draco laughed, but it sounded more like a growl. He thrust in faster.
Harry grinned, reaching up and gripping Draco's shoulders tightly. "Love you," he groaned, feeling himself get close.
"Yes, I love you," Draco growled again, claws pressing into Harry.
Harry came just as Draco spoke, his claws making him jerk and shudder.
Shuddering and growling, Draco came hard, back arching and head thrown back.
Harry whimpered, letting his legs fall as he covered his eyes with one arm. "Gods," he whispered, completely satisfied.
Draco slumped forward, resting his face on his lover's chest. "More when you get back," Draco whispered.
Harry smiled softly, still breathing heavily. "Promise?"
Draco nuzzled and licked the skin under him. "Yes, I do," he said.
"Good." He sighed softly, not wanting to move. "I should go ...."
Draco pulled out and sat back up. "You need to do a Cleaning Charm first," he said, smirking.
"Do I?" Harry asked. He didn't try to sit up, not wanting to bother the cuts on his hips. "Is my wand on the side table?"
"Yes, Summon it," Draco said.
"I was gonna," he said, silently Summoning the wand. He whispered the Cleaning Charm, shivering as it spread over his skin.
"You are going to be dealing with the Ministry," Draco said. "Never forget, you are a wizard. And you are the one who destroyed the Dark Lord. They owe you."
Harry nodded, slowly sitting up finally. "They owe me a lot, actually."
Draco got up and pulled out Harry's better clothing. "Here," he said, "wear these."
Harry slipped off the bed and pulled on his shorts, sighing as the material brushed over the new wounds. He loved it though; it made him remember what was waiting for him here. He took the clothes Draco laid out for him and began to get dressed slowly, making sure to button everything up right.
Draco was still naked, leaning back against the bed post and watching Harry. "You look good," he said.
"Really?" He smiled, running a hand through his hair.
"Good enough. You had better go soon." Draco smirked.
Laughing, Harry walked over to him, his arms open. "I'll see you later."
Draco pushed off from the bed and stepped into Harry's arms. "Yes, I will be waiting," he said.
Harry hugged him as tightly as he could, then pulled back, leaning up to kiss him. "Bye."
Draco gave him a quick kiss and then stepped back.
Harry put his wand away as he walked out of the room and down the stairs to Floo to The Burrow.