A Weekend in February

Late Saturday night.

“I’m tired,” Harry whispered into Draco’s neck.

Draco exhaled and smiled, tightening his arms around Harry. He lay on his back on the sofa, Harry on top of him, watching the dwindling fire.

“We’ve had quite a day,” Draco said.

“Mmm,” Harry answered.

Draco reached up and swept a lock of hair out of Harry’s eyes. Harry smiled when he caught a glimpse of something shiny on Draco’s hand.

“It looks good on you,” Harry said, nuzzling Draco’s neck.

“Of course it does,” Draco answered.

Harry laughed, sending tickling puffs of air across Draco’s neck. Draco shuddered slightly and squirmed slightly underneath Harry. He turned his head and laid a soft, warm kiss on Harry’s cheek.

“So,” Harry said.

“So?” Draco echoed.

Harry chuckled. “So you have a little memento for me?”

Draco laughed, sending vibrations up through Harry’s body.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Draco said. “I take it you want it now.”

Harry shrugged and grinned.

“Well, since you’re on top of me,” Draco said. “It’s in the kitchen, in the back of the junk drawer.”

“Ahh, clever,” Harry said as he rose from the sofa and left the room.

Harry returned moments later with a shiny red envelope, sealed with wax and stamped with Draco’s prized Malfoy family crest.

“This?” he asked, holding the envelope up.

“That,” Draco replied, smirking. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Harry smiled and crossed the room and sat down on the floor in front of the sofa. Draco remained reclined, reaching down to weave his fingers through Harry’s hair as Harry slid his thumb under the wax seal and opened the envelo
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Harry pulled out the parchment and read the words carefully. He began to laugh as he reached the end of the letter.

“Are you serious?” Harry looked up at Draco, his eyes gleaming.

“Afraid so,” Draco answered, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh my God, Draco,” Harry said excitedly. “Oh. My. God!”

Harry rose to his knees and pounced on Draco, throwing his arms around him. Harry began planting countless kisses across Draco’s face and mouth.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Harry whispered between kisses.

“Mmm, you’re welcome,” Draco answered, allowing Harry to molest him.

“Oh, God,” Harry gushed, planting wet kisses across Draco’s lips. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Mmm, I have some idea now,” Draco said, smiling.

“Bloody hell,” Harry said. “You’ve freed me from that wretched desk job. Wegoingoing to teach at Hogwarts?”

“We are indeed,” Draco replied.

“I owe you big time for this,” Harry said, smiling and smothering Draco’s mouth with another kiss.

Draco laughed into Harry’s mouth.

“Well, you’re doing a fine job of repaying me like that,” Draco responded.

Harry crawled back up into his spot in Draco’s arms.

“I can’t believe you finally agreed to do it,” Harry whispered. “What made you change your mind?”

“Well,” Draco sighed. “I know how much it means to you, and I know you wouldn’t go without me.”

Harry smiled and rested his head against Draco’s chest. Draco slipped his hand into Harry’s hair again and began twirling strands around his fingers.

“That,” Draco said. “And the fact that they practically begged me. I’m ghlyghly sought-after, talented man, you know.”

Harry smiled.

“Oh, and one final reason,” Draco said. “Perhaps the main reason.”

“What’s that?” Harry asked.

“We’ll finally get to shag on McGonagall’s desk,” Draco said, a smile spreading across his lips. “Never could work that out while we were students.”

“Not for lack of trying on your part,” Harry laughed.

“Yes, whatever you say, Mr Let’s Wank Each Other in the Potions Classroom,” Draco drawled.

“You didn’t resist,” Harry said.

“No,” Draco said, smiling. “I guess it will be fun to be back there.”

“Mmm, it’s like a second home to me,” Harry said.

“So, where’s your first home?” Draco asked.

Harry tilted his head up and kissed Draco, gently sucking his lips. Harry placed his pointer finger over Draco’s heart.

“Here,” Harry said.