A Love So Belated
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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44
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46,677
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358
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Chapter 26: Present Every Day
Chapter Number/Total: 26/44
Chapter Title: Present Every Day
Words: 2513 Words
Draco had remained in the sitting room, not wanting any questions at the door about why he wasn't leaving yet. He sat there quietly, watching the fairy lights on the tree.
Harry sighed, feeling relief as he shut the front door. He made his way back into the sitting room, biting his lip but immediately sitting very close to Draco and wrapping arms about his waist.
Draco was tense. He tried to relax into Harry's embrace, but found his thoughts were holding him back.
Harry frowned, pulling away and reaching down to take his shoes off as an excuse for it. "I have to tell her," he said quietly. "I will. Within the next few days."
Draco turned, looking at Harry in surprise. "Is that what you intend to do?" he asked.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco. "Yes." He thought they'd been through this already.
"And is she likely to allow you to continue seeing me?" Draco continued, voice shaking a bit now.
Harry frowned again. "What are you talking about?" he asked, bewildered.
"I mean, will she still marry you after this?" Draco asked, hands trembling now.
"Marry me?" Harry echoed, highly confused. "I don't want to marry her."
"You don't?" Draco asked, even more confused now.
"No," Harry said slowly. "Where did you get that idea from?"
Draco looked away again, watching the fairies. "I assumed you planned on continuing to see me on the side while you married her," the blond explained.
Harry actually smiled in a weird sort of way. "No," he said. "I'm going to break up with her. I've already told you that before."
Draco looked back over his shoulder. "Why?"
"I'm not in love with her," Harry replied quietly.
"You're not?" Draco blinked in confusion.
"No," Harry said. "I never was."
"But ...." Draco stopped, trying to piece together what was happening.
Harry reached and pulled Draco back against his chest. He wondered if the man could feel how his heart sped up in that moment. "I'm in love ... with you," he whispered in his ear.
The thrill of pleasure that sped down Draco's spine made him gasp and shudder. "W-what?" he stammered.
Harry swallowed, heart still beating madly. "I love you," he repeated. "Very much."
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco whispered, closing his eyes now as he trembled more violently.
Harry held him tightly. "I love you," he whispered again. "I loved you when you told me. I don't know why I couldn't say it then, but I did love you then, and I do."
Draco lay against Harry, feeling the other man's breath on the side of his face and his arms holding him. He tried to breathe deeply. What does one do when a dream comes true? He didn't know.
Harry kissed Draco's face gently, rocking with him. His own body felt warm and his heart fluttered with his feelings.
"I love you," Draco whispered, placing his hands on top of Harry's.
"I love you, too," Harry answered, and sighed. He'd wanted to say that for a while.
Draco had a lot of questions, but didn't want to spoil the perfect moment. No matter what else happened, Harry Potter had told him he loved him. That was more than he had ever thought possible.
Harry sat with Draco for several more minutes, just rocking with him. Then he smiled a little. "Want to open presents now?" he asked, kissing his face again.
Draco turned, looking into his lover's eyes and grinning. "If you are one of them," he teased.
Harry chuckled lowly. "I'm your present every day."
"I don't get to see you every day," Draco pointed out, nipping at Harry's chin.
"Maybe you should never leave."
Draco's eyes widened. "Harry Potter, are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Would you?" Harry asked, heart speeding up all over again. He hadn't planned on asking Draco so soon, if at all. He especially hadn't planned to before he had broken things off with Ginny, but at the moment, it sounded like the perfect idea.
Draco looked serious. "I thought I'd made it clear that I would spend every day and every night with you if I had that choice," he whispered.
"Move in with me, then," Harry told him. "I don't ever want to be without you."
"And what will you say to your friends?" Draco asked.
"They'll all know soon enough," Harry said. "That Ginny and I are broken up at least, and then they can think what they want. I love you."
"You don't mind people knowing that you're shagging a man, let alone me?"
"Are you always so negative?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and sighing. "I guess it is a little disconcerting to think of what might be printed in the Prophet, but once it's out, well ... it's out."
"Am I negative?" Draco asked, smiling a bit. "I want you. I want to be with you. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me."
"Nothing bad will happen," Harry chided, even though he knew that bad was certainly a possibility. "Besides a few oh-so-scandalous stories in the paper."
Draco frowned. "You know that most people will not approve," he said. "And my father, well, he will be furious."
Harry frowned too now. "Furious?" he repeated, though he could quite imagine Lucius would be.
Draco looked down, not sure if he should explain or not. He took a couple breaths. "He has been insisting that I get married," he whispered.
Harry started slightly. "Married? Married to who?"
"No one has been chosen yet," Draco said miserably. "Mother has been planning a trip to France, to our estates there. Part of their plan is to find me a pure-blood witch to marry .... So that I can restore the Malfoy name. And produce heirs."
Harry frowned. "Y - you're not ... going to get married though, are you?"
Draco was shaking again. "I have never openly defied my father," he whispered. He actually had defied him by helping the resistance, but was grateful that Neville had kept his secret. "I don't want to marry some woman I have never met and do not love. I want to be with you."
"Are you - are you sure?" Harry asked. "It sounds like I'm the one getting you in trouble."
Draco looked up then, grey eyes open and full of feeling as he looked into Harry's. "You have always gotten me into trouble," he teased. "And still I come back."
Harry smiled, stroking Draco's face. "Well," he said quietly, "you don't have to move in with me - yet. You know, if you're not ready. But the place is definitely open."
Draco smiled at him and reached for the small package he had tucked under the tree earlier. He handed it to Harry.
"I thought you put your gift up in my room," Harry said, taking the package.
"I brought it down," the blond shrugged. "Open it."
Harry smiled, looking down at the gift and then beginning to work on the paper.
The small black velvet box had the name Dennison Jewellers on it, the shop they had first gone into together when Draco had helped Harry pick out a gift for Ginny. Inside was a white-gold ring in the shape of a snake swallowing its own tail. Its eyes were set with small emeralds.
Harry stared at it with his lips parted slightly. "A ring," he said quietly, looking up at Draco as a big smile spread slowly across his face.
Draco blushed. "You don't have to wear if you think it is too obvious or if it makes you uncomfortable ...."
"No," Harry said, taking the ring out and slipping it on his own finger. "I want to." He looked at it on his hand, smiling still. "A ring means it's serious," he said, grinning up at Draco, recalling their conversation from that day in the shop
Draco's blush now extended to his ears. "Oh, yes," he whispered.
"Thank you, baby," Harry whispered back, sliding his hand along Draco's jaw as he leaned in to kiss him.
Draco moaned into that kiss, his whole body trembling with both the words and touch. Harry loved him. Harry really loved him. It made him feel high just knowing it.
Harry pulled back gently. "Mine's still upstairs."
Draco had forgotten about the other present, his mind now filled with images of Harry naked and writhing against him. He swallowed and nodded, getting to his feet and adjusting his trousers.
Harry raised an eyebrow at that, grinning. He stood as well and took Draco's hand in his own, pulling him out of the room and up the stairs. When he reached his bedroom, he dragged Draco inside and then crossed to his dresser, yanking the top drawer open.
Draco walked in and sat down on the bed, kicking off his shoes while he waited for Harry.
Harry pulled out a little wrapped package, exactly the same shape and size as Draco's had been. He also pulled out a single long-stemmed rose and what looked like two pieces of paper.
He crossed to the bed and handed Draco the rose. "The lady at the shop told me it meant I love you," he said, blushing.
Draco smiled, sniffing deeply at the rose before setting it beside him on the bed. He looked up at Harry, pleasure shining in his eyes.
Harry handed him the pieces of paper next, which were actually two photos, both of himself. One moved and one didn't. "Didn't know which you would prefer," he said with a shrug, sitting on the bed now as well.
Draco smirked. "I'll take both, if you don't mind," he said softly.
Harry smiled and then handed him the little package.
Draco's fingers shook a bit as he opened it. He knew the shape of a ring box.
A ring box it was, velvet like the one Draco had given Harry. The ring inside was also white gold, but simple. "It says something on the inside," Harry said, blushing again.
Draco nearly dropped it when he pulled it out, and turned it to read the inscription.
The words "Only you" were inscribed on the inside of the ring.
"Sorry for being so cheesy," Harry said, still flushed and smiling a little.
Draco looked up again with wide eyes. "Only me?" he asked.
"I ... know how it's been, but ... I only ever want you," Harry told him quietly.
Draco slipped the ring onto his right third finger, feeling it tighten to fit. Then he practically launched himself at Harry, hands coming up to cup the man's face. He kissed him as they rolled back onto the bed.
Harry gasped, bringing hands around to hold Draco tightly.
Draco's heart was beating wildly as he kissed his lover with every ounce of feeling in him.
Harry kissed Draco over and over again, pressing down against him. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, Draco."
"I love you, Harry," Draco responded breathlessly, arching up against him.
Harry pulled wildly at Draco's clothes, kissing every inch of skin his lips met. He undressed him like a starving man and then pulled at his own clothes, breaking the contact with Draco's lips only when absolutely necessary.
Draco trembled under the assault, Harry's passion for him as important as his words. The blond's hands caressed as much of Harry as he could reach and he lifted his hips when Harry pulled off his trousers and shorts.
Harry lowered his own body against Draco's, all heat and skin. He kissed his throat, running hands over Draco's chest and sides. "Oh, I fucking love you so much," he breathed.
"Yes, love me, fuck me," Draco encouraged, trembling as Harry touched his skin and scars. "Baby, I love you so much."
Harry held his hand out, Summoning lube from his bedside table. "Love you," he breathed again, kissing Draco's neck gently as his hand stroked the inside of Draco's thigh.
Draco's grey eyes were soft with love as he looked into Harry's eyes. "Yes, I want you, I always want you," he whispered.
"Want you forever," Harry told him. "God, Draco, you've - you've ...." He couldn't even think of words to explain what exactly Draco had done to him. He continued to kiss him as he worked the lube open, dipping his fingers into the jar before bringing them to Draco's entrance.
Draco spread his legs, bending his knees to give Harry better access. "I will," Draco said, still looking into his eyes. "I will move in. I want to wake up every day with you and fall asleep every night in your arms."
Harry released a shaky breath, sliding fingers into Draco gently. "Yes," he whispered. "I want to see you every morning, to be with you every day."
"Please, I want you inside me," Draco begged now, having been thinking about it all day long.
Harry nodded, pulling his fingers out and then positioning himself. "I love you," he whispered yet again, breaching Draco gently.
"Oh, yes, love, yes," Draco gasped, wrapping his legs around Harry's hips and his arms around his shoulders.
"I want to spend every second with you," Harry whispered as he slid forward. "Every moment."
"Yes, please," Draco gasped, fingers of one hand twisting in Harry's hair and the other clutching his shoulder.
"Love you, baby," Harry whispered, letting his forehead rest against Draco's shoulder as he thrust, rocking into him.
Draco relaxed into his lover's thrusts, feeling himself take in not only the other man's cock but his love. He had never imagined he would feel so happy, and it was intoxicating.
Harry rocked against Draco, professing his love in every way he knew how. He drew it out as long as he possibly could until they were both sweating and gasping. His skin slid against Draco's, and his wet hair fell into his eyes as he moved. "I'm gonna come," he whispered. "Gonna come inside you."
"Yes, please fill me," Draco urged, reaching between them to grasp his own leaking cock. He pulled only a couple times before he was arching up and calling Harry's name, coming between them.
Harry groaned loudly, his own release following only a moment later. "Oh, God," he gasped, pushing into Draco so fiercely that he actually moved him a bit and made the headboard rock against the wall.
Draco panted, kissing Harry's lips and chin as he trembled with pleasure. "Oh, baby, you are amazing," he whispered.
Harry panted as well, shaking as Draco kissed him. "Not without you."
Draco didn't agree but wasn't about to argue. He just kept kissing Harry's face. His legs were tight around the man's waist and his own body was spasming around Harry's cock.
Harry remained right where he was, still gently thrusting. He pressed his lips to Draco's, kissing him again.
After a few minutes, Draco let his legs relax, sliding them down Harry's thighs until they reached the bed. "Best Christmas ever," he said.
Harry smiled at him. "Best ever," he agreed.
Chapter Title: Present Every Day
Words: 2513 Words
Draco had remained in the sitting room, not wanting any questions at the door about why he wasn't leaving yet. He sat there quietly, watching the fairy lights on the tree.
Harry sighed, feeling relief as he shut the front door. He made his way back into the sitting room, biting his lip but immediately sitting very close to Draco and wrapping arms about his waist.
Draco was tense. He tried to relax into Harry's embrace, but found his thoughts were holding him back.
Harry frowned, pulling away and reaching down to take his shoes off as an excuse for it. "I have to tell her," he said quietly. "I will. Within the next few days."
Draco turned, looking at Harry in surprise. "Is that what you intend to do?" he asked.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco. "Yes." He thought they'd been through this already.
"And is she likely to allow you to continue seeing me?" Draco continued, voice shaking a bit now.
Harry frowned again. "What are you talking about?" he asked, bewildered.
"I mean, will she still marry you after this?" Draco asked, hands trembling now.
"Marry me?" Harry echoed, highly confused. "I don't want to marry her."
"You don't?" Draco asked, even more confused now.
"No," Harry said slowly. "Where did you get that idea from?"
Draco looked away again, watching the fairies. "I assumed you planned on continuing to see me on the side while you married her," the blond explained.
Harry actually smiled in a weird sort of way. "No," he said. "I'm going to break up with her. I've already told you that before."
Draco looked back over his shoulder. "Why?"
"I'm not in love with her," Harry replied quietly.
"You're not?" Draco blinked in confusion.
"No," Harry said. "I never was."
"But ...." Draco stopped, trying to piece together what was happening.
Harry reached and pulled Draco back against his chest. He wondered if the man could feel how his heart sped up in that moment. "I'm in love ... with you," he whispered in his ear.
The thrill of pleasure that sped down Draco's spine made him gasp and shudder. "W-what?" he stammered.
Harry swallowed, heart still beating madly. "I love you," he repeated. "Very much."
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco whispered, closing his eyes now as he trembled more violently.
Harry held him tightly. "I love you," he whispered again. "I loved you when you told me. I don't know why I couldn't say it then, but I did love you then, and I do."
Draco lay against Harry, feeling the other man's breath on the side of his face and his arms holding him. He tried to breathe deeply. What does one do when a dream comes true? He didn't know.
Harry kissed Draco's face gently, rocking with him. His own body felt warm and his heart fluttered with his feelings.
"I love you," Draco whispered, placing his hands on top of Harry's.
"I love you, too," Harry answered, and sighed. He'd wanted to say that for a while.
Draco had a lot of questions, but didn't want to spoil the perfect moment. No matter what else happened, Harry Potter had told him he loved him. That was more than he had ever thought possible.
Harry sat with Draco for several more minutes, just rocking with him. Then he smiled a little. "Want to open presents now?" he asked, kissing his face again.
Draco turned, looking into his lover's eyes and grinning. "If you are one of them," he teased.
Harry chuckled lowly. "I'm your present every day."
"I don't get to see you every day," Draco pointed out, nipping at Harry's chin.
"Maybe you should never leave."
Draco's eyes widened. "Harry Potter, are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Would you?" Harry asked, heart speeding up all over again. He hadn't planned on asking Draco so soon, if at all. He especially hadn't planned to before he had broken things off with Ginny, but at the moment, it sounded like the perfect idea.
Draco looked serious. "I thought I'd made it clear that I would spend every day and every night with you if I had that choice," he whispered.
"Move in with me, then," Harry told him. "I don't ever want to be without you."
"And what will you say to your friends?" Draco asked.
"They'll all know soon enough," Harry said. "That Ginny and I are broken up at least, and then they can think what they want. I love you."
"You don't mind people knowing that you're shagging a man, let alone me?"
"Are you always so negative?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and sighing. "I guess it is a little disconcerting to think of what might be printed in the Prophet, but once it's out, well ... it's out."
"Am I negative?" Draco asked, smiling a bit. "I want you. I want to be with you. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me."
"Nothing bad will happen," Harry chided, even though he knew that bad was certainly a possibility. "Besides a few oh-so-scandalous stories in the paper."
Draco frowned. "You know that most people will not approve," he said. "And my father, well, he will be furious."
Harry frowned too now. "Furious?" he repeated, though he could quite imagine Lucius would be.
Draco looked down, not sure if he should explain or not. He took a couple breaths. "He has been insisting that I get married," he whispered.
Harry started slightly. "Married? Married to who?"
"No one has been chosen yet," Draco said miserably. "Mother has been planning a trip to France, to our estates there. Part of their plan is to find me a pure-blood witch to marry .... So that I can restore the Malfoy name. And produce heirs."
Harry frowned. "Y - you're not ... going to get married though, are you?"
Draco was shaking again. "I have never openly defied my father," he whispered. He actually had defied him by helping the resistance, but was grateful that Neville had kept his secret. "I don't want to marry some woman I have never met and do not love. I want to be with you."
"Are you - are you sure?" Harry asked. "It sounds like I'm the one getting you in trouble."
Draco looked up then, grey eyes open and full of feeling as he looked into Harry's. "You have always gotten me into trouble," he teased. "And still I come back."
Harry smiled, stroking Draco's face. "Well," he said quietly, "you don't have to move in with me - yet. You know, if you're not ready. But the place is definitely open."
Draco smiled at him and reached for the small package he had tucked under the tree earlier. He handed it to Harry.
"I thought you put your gift up in my room," Harry said, taking the package.
"I brought it down," the blond shrugged. "Open it."
Harry smiled, looking down at the gift and then beginning to work on the paper.
The small black velvet box had the name Dennison Jewellers on it, the shop they had first gone into together when Draco had helped Harry pick out a gift for Ginny. Inside was a white-gold ring in the shape of a snake swallowing its own tail. Its eyes were set with small emeralds.
Harry stared at it with his lips parted slightly. "A ring," he said quietly, looking up at Draco as a big smile spread slowly across his face.
Draco blushed. "You don't have to wear if you think it is too obvious or if it makes you uncomfortable ...."
"No," Harry said, taking the ring out and slipping it on his own finger. "I want to." He looked at it on his hand, smiling still. "A ring means it's serious," he said, grinning up at Draco, recalling their conversation from that day in the shop
Draco's blush now extended to his ears. "Oh, yes," he whispered.
"Thank you, baby," Harry whispered back, sliding his hand along Draco's jaw as he leaned in to kiss him.
Draco moaned into that kiss, his whole body trembling with both the words and touch. Harry loved him. Harry really loved him. It made him feel high just knowing it.
Harry pulled back gently. "Mine's still upstairs."
Draco had forgotten about the other present, his mind now filled with images of Harry naked and writhing against him. He swallowed and nodded, getting to his feet and adjusting his trousers.
Harry raised an eyebrow at that, grinning. He stood as well and took Draco's hand in his own, pulling him out of the room and up the stairs. When he reached his bedroom, he dragged Draco inside and then crossed to his dresser, yanking the top drawer open.
Draco walked in and sat down on the bed, kicking off his shoes while he waited for Harry.
Harry pulled out a little wrapped package, exactly the same shape and size as Draco's had been. He also pulled out a single long-stemmed rose and what looked like two pieces of paper.
He crossed to the bed and handed Draco the rose. "The lady at the shop told me it meant I love you," he said, blushing.
Draco smiled, sniffing deeply at the rose before setting it beside him on the bed. He looked up at Harry, pleasure shining in his eyes.
Harry handed him the pieces of paper next, which were actually two photos, both of himself. One moved and one didn't. "Didn't know which you would prefer," he said with a shrug, sitting on the bed now as well.
Draco smirked. "I'll take both, if you don't mind," he said softly.
Harry smiled and then handed him the little package.
Draco's fingers shook a bit as he opened it. He knew the shape of a ring box.
A ring box it was, velvet like the one Draco had given Harry. The ring inside was also white gold, but simple. "It says something on the inside," Harry said, blushing again.
Draco nearly dropped it when he pulled it out, and turned it to read the inscription.
The words "Only you" were inscribed on the inside of the ring.
"Sorry for being so cheesy," Harry said, still flushed and smiling a little.
Draco looked up again with wide eyes. "Only me?" he asked.
"I ... know how it's been, but ... I only ever want you," Harry told him quietly.
Draco slipped the ring onto his right third finger, feeling it tighten to fit. Then he practically launched himself at Harry, hands coming up to cup the man's face. He kissed him as they rolled back onto the bed.
Harry gasped, bringing hands around to hold Draco tightly.
Draco's heart was beating wildly as he kissed his lover with every ounce of feeling in him.
Harry kissed Draco over and over again, pressing down against him. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, Draco."
"I love you, Harry," Draco responded breathlessly, arching up against him.
Harry pulled wildly at Draco's clothes, kissing every inch of skin his lips met. He undressed him like a starving man and then pulled at his own clothes, breaking the contact with Draco's lips only when absolutely necessary.
Draco trembled under the assault, Harry's passion for him as important as his words. The blond's hands caressed as much of Harry as he could reach and he lifted his hips when Harry pulled off his trousers and shorts.
Harry lowered his own body against Draco's, all heat and skin. He kissed his throat, running hands over Draco's chest and sides. "Oh, I fucking love you so much," he breathed.
"Yes, love me, fuck me," Draco encouraged, trembling as Harry touched his skin and scars. "Baby, I love you so much."
Harry held his hand out, Summoning lube from his bedside table. "Love you," he breathed again, kissing Draco's neck gently as his hand stroked the inside of Draco's thigh.
Draco's grey eyes were soft with love as he looked into Harry's eyes. "Yes, I want you, I always want you," he whispered.
"Want you forever," Harry told him. "God, Draco, you've - you've ...." He couldn't even think of words to explain what exactly Draco had done to him. He continued to kiss him as he worked the lube open, dipping his fingers into the jar before bringing them to Draco's entrance.
Draco spread his legs, bending his knees to give Harry better access. "I will," Draco said, still looking into his eyes. "I will move in. I want to wake up every day with you and fall asleep every night in your arms."
Harry released a shaky breath, sliding fingers into Draco gently. "Yes," he whispered. "I want to see you every morning, to be with you every day."
"Please, I want you inside me," Draco begged now, having been thinking about it all day long.
Harry nodded, pulling his fingers out and then positioning himself. "I love you," he whispered yet again, breaching Draco gently.
"Oh, yes, love, yes," Draco gasped, wrapping his legs around Harry's hips and his arms around his shoulders.
"I want to spend every second with you," Harry whispered as he slid forward. "Every moment."
"Yes, please," Draco gasped, fingers of one hand twisting in Harry's hair and the other clutching his shoulder.
"Love you, baby," Harry whispered, letting his forehead rest against Draco's shoulder as he thrust, rocking into him.
Draco relaxed into his lover's thrusts, feeling himself take in not only the other man's cock but his love. He had never imagined he would feel so happy, and it was intoxicating.
Harry rocked against Draco, professing his love in every way he knew how. He drew it out as long as he possibly could until they were both sweating and gasping. His skin slid against Draco's, and his wet hair fell into his eyes as he moved. "I'm gonna come," he whispered. "Gonna come inside you."
"Yes, please fill me," Draco urged, reaching between them to grasp his own leaking cock. He pulled only a couple times before he was arching up and calling Harry's name, coming between them.
Harry groaned loudly, his own release following only a moment later. "Oh, God," he gasped, pushing into Draco so fiercely that he actually moved him a bit and made the headboard rock against the wall.
Draco panted, kissing Harry's lips and chin as he trembled with pleasure. "Oh, baby, you are amazing," he whispered.
Harry panted as well, shaking as Draco kissed him. "Not without you."
Draco didn't agree but wasn't about to argue. He just kept kissing Harry's face. His legs were tight around the man's waist and his own body was spasming around Harry's cock.
Harry remained right where he was, still gently thrusting. He pressed his lips to Draco's, kissing him again.
After a few minutes, Draco let his legs relax, sliding them down Harry's thighs until they reached the bed. "Best Christmas ever," he said.
Harry smiled at him. "Best ever," he agreed.