Here In Your Arms

I’m jerked awake from a cozy slumber by the shrill screech of our bedroom phone. Damn the blasted contraption! Why do we keep it in here anyways? Oh damn, well I suppose that being after noon and all I should expect a phone call.

“Hello?” I yawn into the receiver.

“Draco, did I wake ya?” It’s Seamus. He’s far too happy for this time of the morning…I mean afternoon.

“Yes, but what do you need?”

“I got’cha that meetin’ with me boss Draco, it’s tomorrow at 2 o’clock. I want that song. It’s in London at MusicMan Record Company, in the downtown core. I need to know by tonight if you can make it okay?”

“Yeah, yeah Seamus, I have to talk to Harry about it first. Thanks though.”

“No problem, I’ll talk to you tonight. Bye!”

“Bye!” and we hang up.

I turn back around in bed and Harry’s looking at me with those shimmering emeralds he calls eyes. They’re unearthly they’re so sparkly, no matter what he feels.

“What’s wrong hun?” He asks the look of uncertainness on his face.

“Nothing, Seamus wants me to go to London tomorrow so I can talk to his boss and sell him the lyrics to that damned piece of drabble.” I snuggle back up to Harry, only to be pushed away so he can look at me.

“Why do you not want to do this? Do you not see that those simple words are a gut wrenching song that is our story?” Tears are slipping from his eyes. “Why wouldn’t you want everyone to know how much we hurt and that we aren’t monsters? Why?” He crumples into a small heap into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I have to get him calmed down before I can tell him that I do really care, but just don’t see what everyone loves about this damned song so much. I rub soothing circles into his back and breathe sweet nothings into his ear.

When he had calmed enough that the tears were silently streaming down his face, I start to speak again.

“Listen Harry love, I didn’t think it meant so much to you. I like to write and all, but I didn’t think I was really any good at it. I’ll go to the meeting, and we’ll see what they have to say, okay?”

“Good, call Seamus back now!”

I do, and we decide to just lie in bed for a while until a loud rumble echoes from my stomach. We head down stairs and I make sandwiches from the roast of the night before. We eat in relative silence.

“What do you want to do this afternoon?” a small innocent voice asks me.

“I’m not sure, did you want to go out, or paint, or go riding, all up to you.” I sling and arm around Harry’s waist.

“I dunno.” He yawns and puts his head on my shoulder. “Watching a movie sounds good to me, but which one?”

“I’m in the mood for Disney, you choose.”

“Beauty and the Beast?”

“It’s a deal.” I pick him up and carry him into the living room, flopping down onto the couch with a brunet in my lap.

“Wait we have to put in the DVD, but I don’t want to move…” I whine. Harry rolls off the couch, finds the movie and puts it in. He comes back to my lap and falls into it with the huge blue fuzzy blanket we keep on the end of the sofa curled up around us.

Why we watch so many animated children’s films, I’ll never know, but I do know that I enjoy seeing Harry’s eyes glazed over in obvious joy at the moving pictures.

Just near the part when Belle and Beast are dancing in the ballroom, I notice that Harry is fast asleep. And he’s not just dozing—it’s the full out open mouth drooling snoring kind of sleep. Gross, he’s slobbering all over my shirt. Ew. I’ve all of a sudden lost interest in the movie. I know how it ends. It’s happy, like all Disney movies. I just watch the rising and falling chest, the twitch of his nose when he inhales, and the fluttering of his eyelids. I want to wake him, but can’t bring myself to move the man I love so dearly from my lap. I want to ravish him, and let him know how much I love him, but I also want to bring him closer into my arms and just hold him, and watch him slumber peacefully.

I carefully and quietly pull the limp, lithe form closer to my chest, letting our heartbeats mingle. There’s no feeling like this in the world. It feels almost like nothing will ever go wrong ever again, almost like I’m invincible, like…I don’t know how to say it.

Being so warm, makes me sleepy. I rearrange ourselves so that we’re lying side by side on the over wide sofa. Now I know why we bought this one…so cozy with the fluffy blanket spread over us like a warm little cave of comfort. And before too long, I too, fall into an unconscious state, and never want this feeling of being in a great love to end.
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A kiss is pressed to my forehead. I yawn and open my eyes to see great green orbs looking back at me.

“Hello love.” I say and chastely kiss the plump lips that are oh so readily available. For good measure I flick my tongue to the corner of his mouth as I pull away.

“Hello sweets, shall we have some dinner?”

“Sounds like a plan, but so cozy, I don’t want to move.” I whine, so reminiscent of my younger days.

“Me neither, let’s order take out and not move until it gets here.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He reaches for the phone and dials the local Chinese place around the corner; they know the order off by heart. They promise delivery within half an hour. Good enough for me, just enough time to pass for a good cuddle, but not long enough that we’d fall asleep again.

He immediately attaches himself to my chiseled figure; did I mention that he’s a cuddle whore? If ever nominated for the award for the biggest snuggle slut, he’d win. But that’s why I love him. I kiss the spot behind his ear and make him mewl. He counters with a tickle to my sides. He knows that I’ve extremely ticklish, and will stop almost all assaults to stop the torture.

Somehow we end up wrestling around the living room, with Harry on top. He has my hands pinned above my head, straddling my torso on his knees. The door bell rings and he swoops down for his victory kiss before running off to answer the door and pay for the order.

I walk into the dining room with plates to find Harry leaning against the table, eating right out of the container with chopsticks. I chortle. I’ll allow it, just this once. I look into the large brown bag, pick out the shop suey, and join Harry in his oh-so-poor Muggle style. It must be the artist in him.

We finish up, and retire to the bed room to pick out my outfit for the next day. Harry isn’t helping too much; he’s lying on his stomach on the bed telling me everything I pull out isn’t right.

“Fine then Mr. Fashion Expert, what should I wear tomorrow? I want to look professional, but I really don’t want to wear a suit.”

“But when you’re in black slacks with accentuating off white pin stripes, whoa—oh, everything goes according to plan.” He smirks, oh so innocently. I smack my palm to my forehead.

“You’ve been listening to Seamus’ songs far too much. How about this?” I hold up my charcoal blazer, deep Ravenclaw blue button down and faded dress jeans.

“I like it!” he responds. Finally an outfit we agree on!

“Thank you for all your help sweets!” I hang the cloths on the closet door and flop on the bed, kissing the brunet on the way.

I crawl under the sheets, and soon have a warm body pressed next to mine.

“I like where you sleep when you sleep next to me.” I say as I stifle a yawn.

“I like where you sleep here.” Another yawn responds.

I feel safe and warm again, and soon steady breathing is the only sound that can be heard.

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I know it's been a long time, but R&R please! And thanks for reading!

-Draca