Draco\'s Insignia

Draco’s Insignia~ Part nine (uncensored)

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, and lemon. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. You want a real plot, read my fic Protégé and its sequels.

Pairings: Draco/Harry

Year: End of 6th (going on 7th year)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I can’t wait to get my hands on book 5!!

Special thanks: To my beta Bookofjude

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It took a bit of effort, but Harry finally got Dudley away from Draco before Draco got his wand out. Harry knew that if he didn’t succeed, Draco would have turned him into something terrible, and then the Dursleys would be major pains in the arse for the rest of the summer, even if they feared Harry and his boyfriend more. It was nice to see Ron again, but Harry knew that he had to leave. Not only was this problem present, but he and Draco hadn’t eaten anything yet. His stomach rumbled fiercely as a reminder. Dudley was now hiding behind Harry, the only one he knew that wouldn’t hex him at the moment, since Draco was holding out his wand, and Ron was. . . well. . . one of those Weasleys. He trusted Harry the most out of all the wizards here.

“Settle down, Malfoy.” Harry said firmly. He was still a little nervous about calling his ‘boyfriend’ by his first name around Ron, but he knew that that was about to change soon. “He wasn’t doing any harm.”

Ron was still looking amused, clearly enjoying the way Malfoy was all riled up about Dudley. The sight, however, was quite a rare thing. He never thought he’d see Dudley Dursley cowering behind his wizard cousin from an enraged Draco Malfoy, and peering at him fearfully.

“Just don’t let that *thing* touch me again!” Draco sneered. Harry looked over his shoulder at Dudley, who was pouting even harder from that comment.

“Aww. . .” Ron said, smiling in a very amused way, “You’re hurting his feelings, Malfoy. Better say you’re sorry.”

“In your dreams maybe, Weasley.” Draco said half-mockingly. He brought his gaze back over to Dudley, and then he glared heatedly when he realized that the Muggle was gripping at Harry’s shoulder a bit too tightly, and leaning just a bit too close to Harry’s back. “If you wish to keep breathing, Dursley, I suggest you take your hand, and your whole body for that matter, off of my boyfriend before I . . .” Harry shook his head as a warning, “Um. . . before I break your nose! To hell with cursing, I’ll just punch your goddamn lights out!”

“Draco!” Harry gasped. “He’s my cousin. It’s not like he’s going to jump me.”

Draco leered, “Well. . . how am I to know what he’s like? For all we know he could have some perverse crush on you.”

“Oh, ew!” Ron made a face, “That is just disgusting!”

“Even more disgusting than me and Harry?” Draco said, turning to face Ron.

Ron cocked his head and gave Draco a weird look. Which for him wasn’t that hard to do. “It’s Harry’s business who he dates, I guess. As long as you don’t do anything to hurt him. And I swear. . .” Ron pointed a finger at Draco, “If you ever break Harry’s heart, I will rip yours out, make you watch it thud its last beat, and then stomp on it!”

Draco huffed, and stuck his nose into the air as if he were being called a really nasty name. “You’re just hoping for a chance to do that, aren’t you, Weasley?”

“I’m not hoping for you to hurt Harry!” Ron sneered.

“All right, calm down you two.” Harry said. “Look, I am really hungry, since my lovely family decided that it wasn’t right to feed me tonight. And I think that Ron should go back home before they find out that he actually came over without being allowed to, so. . .”

“No!” Draco growled. “I don’t think so! Leave me out of it!”

“Are you telling me that you’re not hungry?”

Draco’s stomach growled in reply. Draco blushed.

“See?” Harry smirked, “Now, let’s go. I got the Floo Powder right here. . .”

“Please, Harry,” Draco said, moved closer to his boyfriend, hands clasped, “Isn’t there another way? Maybe I could use that little bit of Muggle money that I have left and we can go out to eat?”

“Is it enough to cover both me, you, and Ron?”

“Er. . . no, not really.”

“Then we’re going over to the Weasleys to eat.”

Draco pouted, “Please, Harry. . .”

“Draco. . . don’t make me say it again.”

Ron was watching in some amusement, not sure what to say. He’d never thought he would see the day when Harry had Draco Malfoy wrapped around his little finger in this way. It was too bizarre.

“Besides,” Harry looked back at Dudley, “I think it would be easier this way for Dudley, because then he can have the room to himself without having to worry about seeing us in a rather intimate position.”

Dudley blushed bright red at that thought. But he was also sad. He knew that there was no hope of him being with Draco Malfoy. Not only because he was with Harry, but because he was a wizard. Mum and Dad would never approve.

“You mean,” Ron said, “that I’d have to put up with Malfoy tonight??”

“This IS the best solution, Ron.” Harry said, trying his best to sound sorry. “But you must remember that he will be with me, so you have no worries. I’ll keep a close eye on him, and he’ll be sleeping with me. He won’t be a problem.”

Ron knew that he wasn’t going to win. Harry was right about their situation. It was best that they all went to The Burrow, and leave Dudley to have Harry’s room to himself. Besides, that way he could be able to spend some time with his best friend as well.

“Wait, are you staying for the rest of the summer then?”

“Not until my birthday. . . which will be real soon. Then I’ll be with you guys for the rest of the summer.”

“Why not be with us sooner? Would Dumbledore care?”

“I’m not sure. I’d have to owl him.”

“You should. Tonight.” Ron said.

“Yeah, maybe I will.” Harry was looking thoughtful.

Draco suddenly went to the closet and pulled out his suitcase.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked.

“I’m going to bring my crystal ball with me.”

“Crystal ball?” Asked Ron. “Don’t tell me you’re doing Divination homework.”

“No, nut-job, I use it to keep in contact with someone.”

“Professor Snape,” Harry whispered.

“Professor Snape??” Ron gasped.

“Ha” Dr” Draco turned and glared.

Harry looked away and started to whistle innocently.

“Oh stop it,” Draco sighed.

Dudley moved slowly away from Harry and sat down onto the bed now that Draco was no longer threatening him.

“I don’t think you’d want to sit there,” Draco said with a smirk.

Dudley stood back up quickly and looked down at the be fea fear, “Why?”

“Because that’s where we’ve been rutting.” Draco grinned mischievously.

Dudley blinked at Draco and then looked down at the spot he had just sat on.

“Rutting?”

Harry, Ron, and Draco looked at one another in disbelief. Was the boy that dense?

“Dudley,” Harry spoke up, “Don’t you know what rutting means?”

Dudley shook his head. Harry rolled his eyes. So did Draco.

“Allow me.” Draco said. He strutted over to Dudley and then leaned over to whisper in his ear. Dudley suddenly went red from his neck all the way to his hairline. “Now, don’t be asking me any more about the birds and the bees. If you’ve got anymore questions, you should ask your parents.” Draco walked back over to the closet. “I’m bringing a few things over. Anything you’re going to bring, Harry?”

“Um. . . my wand, just in case. And. . . I don’t know. What else should I bring?”

“Whatever you want.” Ron said.

“Um. . . I’ll bring Hedwig.” Harry said. He grabbed his owl’s cage. Hedwig hooted her approval in being remembered. “And that way I don’t have to use your owl.”

“Ok.” Draco sighed, “I got my stuff and the Floo Powder. You ready, Harry?”

Harry nodded. Ron nodded slowly after Harry did.

“Let’s go. Oh, and Dudley?” Harry turned back to look at his cousin, who was still unsure about lying on the bed or not, “Tell your parents that Draco and I went over to the Weasleys and that we’ll be back sometime tomorrow. Not that they’d care.”

“Ok,” Dudley said sadly. The three wizards walked out, leaving Dudley to stand there, still fighting silently in his head if he really should sleep on Harry and Draco’s bed or not.

~**~

“They’re asleep.” Harry sighed in relief.

A black, red, and white-blond head moved silently across the living room to the fireplace. A hand opened the grate that was in front of it, and then another hand grabbed a bit of Floo Powder from a sack.

Harry wrapped his arm around Draco’s waist as he watched Ron go first. The redheaded wizard didn’t wish to look back for Harry’s go-ahead. The sight of seeing those two so comfortable with each other was making him feel a bit queasy. Ron chalked it up to being uncomfortable with the fact that his best friend was so open about his feelings for the git. He wasn’t mad that Harry was into guys (gay or bisexual), he just didn’t understand why he had to be with Malfoy of all people. Although Ron did know that no matter what he’d say, Harry wouldn’t dump the Slytherin. All he had to do was look at them and he knew that Harry really did like Malfoy in that way. He hoped that nothing bad would come of it.

Ron said, “The Burrow.” In a clear voice, and then he was gone. Draco opened the sack up and took a bit of Powder from it. He turned his head to give Harry a peck on the lips.

“Only you would make me do this twice, Harry.” Draco said with a grin.

Harry smiled back, “Just do it, you git.” They kissed gently again, and then Draco threw the Floo Powder into the fireplace, shrunken crystal ball in his robe. Green flames leapt wildly, and then he stepped in.

“The Burrow!” Said Draco, and then he was gone in a puff of smoke.

Harry sighed, double-checked to make sure that the Dursleys were still in bed, and then took some powder from the sack. He tied it back up and stuck it into his pocket, and then he heaved Hedwig’s cage under an arm. He walked into the fireplace, threw down the Floo Powder and said, “The Burrow!” In a swirl of green, Harry was gone.

~**~

To say that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were shocked to see them was an understatement. When Ron first came out of the fireplace, they were about to ask how Harry was and what happened, because the lthinthing they knew was that Ron was supposed to be staying over at Harry’s. But when Draco came tumbling out after Ron, their mouths stayed agape and their eyes bulged.

Draco brushed himself off in a disgusted manner, muttering about how horrid traveling by Floo Powder was. Before Mr. Weasley could even ask Ron why Draco was there, Harry came shooting out, almost tripping Draco in the process.

“Nice landing, Potter.” Draco snickered down at Harry, who was still lying on his back. Hedwig’s cage rolled beside Harry, and Hedwig was squawking in annoyance.

“I never did like traveling by Floo Powder.” Harry mumbled.

“Harry!” Mrs. Weasley almost shrieked. “Are you all right, dear?”

“Fine.” Harry grumbled. Draco helped him up off the floor and he put Hedwig’s cage upright. “I just hope that Dudley doesn’t get into my stuff while I’m gone.”

“Huh?”

“Long story,” Ron sighed. “So, is there any food left?”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Mrs. Weasley said. “But I thought that you were eating at Harry’s.”

“So did I, until I just discovered that I wasn’t welcome there, and somebody forgot to tell me.”

“Who?” Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry, wondering why Harry would do such a thing.

“It wasn’t Harry,” Ron said immediately, “Apparently Ginny was supposed to tell me, since Harry told her.”

“Now why would she forget something as important as that?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

Ron looked over at Harry, who guiltily looked over at Draco, who then looked back at the fireplace as if they were staring at someone behind him.

“Something that you’re not telling me, Harry?” Mrs. Weasley said.

“Er. . . well. . . we. . . uh. . .”

“Don’t you have that letter to write, Harry?” Draco asked suddenly.

“Oh, yeah. . .” Harry’s stomach rumbled, “After I eat something.”

“Yes, you need food in you, and then you can tell us what’s been going on.” Mrs. Weasley ushered the boys into the kitchen and made them sit at the table.

Draco felt slightly uncomfortable just being there. It was different last time, because he knew that they were only going to be there for a while. Now that he and Harry were there for the night, and most of the next day, Draco felt both guilty and unworthy. How could Molly Weasley act like this when he was a Malfoy? Not only that, but because of what happened between his parents and Mr. Weasley? Draco shivered.

“Draco?” Harry placed a gentle hand onto his shoulder, “Are you all right?”

Draco nodded and continued to stare down at the empty plate in front of him. When Mrs. Weasley started to put food on it, he scowled at the spoon in her hand. But he was mostly glaring at her hand, wishing it would stop.

Harry and Ron immediately began to eat what was put in front of them. When Harry noticed that Draco wasn’t eating, he nudged Draco in the arm and said, “Why aren’t you eating?”

Draco continued to scowl down at his food, not answering him.

“You really should eat something,” Mrs. Weasley said, sounding very hospitable.

“I. . .” Draco was going to say that he wasn’t hungry, but that was a blatant lie. He finally gave in when he couldn’t take anymore of their staring, and he dug in as if he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks.

It didn’t take long for them to polish off the rest of the food. Draco continued not to look at any of the Weasleys as he got up and headed for the living room. Harry excused himself to follow his boyfriend to see what was wrong.

The moment Draco got into the living room area, the twins, Fred and George, were making their way from upstairs with a big book. They took one look at Draco and groaned. They turned their gaze at Harry, who came up from behind Draco.

“Hi, Fred and George.”

“Hey, Harry.” Said George.

“I thought you weren’t going to bring this git here anymore, my little adopted bro.” Fred said.

Harry blushed. “Sorry. The Dursleys didn’t leave us anything to eat, plus Aunt Marge is there and took Dudley’s room, and Dudley wanted to share my room with Draco, so we decided to come here.”

“We’re sorry, Harry.” George said. He nudged Fred, and his twin grinned, handing Harry a photo album. “We think you’d get a kick out of this.”

Harry sat down on the couch with the album. It was a rusty red color with gold trim, and the letters on the front cover were gold as well- The Weasley Family Album. Draco slowly sat down next to Harry, staring silently at the book in Harry’s hands.

“Oh, and just to give you fair warning, Har’, Percy is here.” Fred told them.

“Yeah. But he said that if he knew we’d be here today, he wouldn’t have bothered to come over. I don’t know why he doesn’t just leave then.”

“We’ve been trying to make him,” Fred nodded, “Believe me, we’ve been trying.”

“I think he’s immune to us now,” George pointed out, “Hopefully not for long.”

“Got some plans brewing,” Fred winked. Harry snickered.

Ronked ked in, took one look at the photo album in Harry’s hands and groaned. “You’re not going to look at all those pictures, are you?”

“Sure. Why not?” Harry asked.

Draco was enjoying the look of horror, or what looked to be horror, on Ron’s face. There must be something embarrassing inside the book to make Ron look that way.

“Let’s see what he doesn’t want us to find.” Draco smirked his first smirk since he’d been there. To Ron’s continued horror, Harry agreed and opened the book.

Then Percy came in.

“Oh, hello there Harry.”

“Hello, Percy.” Harry smiled.

“Nice to see you again,” Percy looked over at Draco, whom was sitting very close to Harry, his head almost on Harry’s shoulder. “And this is. . . Mr. Malfoy’s son?”

“Yes.” Harry said, looking back and forth, “This is Draco. He’s my…” Harry blushed a little, “My boyfriend.”

Percy’s eyebrows shot up. “OH? Is that right?”

“Yes.” Draco said, looking . H. He put his head down on Harry’s shoulder and rubbed Harry’s arm. “So, I’m sorry, but he’s not available anymore.”

“Draco!”

“I’m not interested in Harry like that!” Percy huffed, “I’ll have you know that I do have a girlfriend!”

“Oh yes,” George said, “Percy’s mighty girlfriend.”

“The great and powerful Auror.” Fred said.

“Out banishing evil doers with one flick of her long lash.”

“And choking them to death with her strong perfume from a mile away.”

“And brandishing her scary mascara and mighty powder puff to make the world a prettier place.”

“Oh shush,” Percy said. “You two wouldn’t know what beauty was if it bit you on the bum.”

“Better be nice to us, Perce,” Fred said, “Or you’ll wake up in the morning with a new hair style again.”

“Who better be nice to who?” Percy frowned.

Harry paged through the album and came across a picture of a kid with mud covering his face. “Who’s that?” he pointed.

“That is Ron when he was six,” Fred said, leaning over the book. “He so loved making mud pies and eating them.”

“Awwww…” said Percy. Ron blushed.

“His first love of MUD begins.” Draco snickered.

“Shut up, Malfoy!” Ron sneered.

“Draco…” Harry said.

Draco sighed. Harry turned the page and came across a rather stunning picture of someone’s bare back. “Who’s that??”

“That’s Percy.” Fred said.

“Running naked through the wheat field.” Said George.

“When was this taken?” Harry chuckled.

“Two summers ago,” Fred grinned.

“Awwwww…” Ron mocked, looking at Percy.

“All right, that’s enough!” Percy yanked the book from Harry. “Sorry, Harry, but I don’t think you’d want to see anymore. They get boring, really.”

“Oh?” Harry raised a brow.

“Yeah, nothing too exciting, just the same old.” Percy went back upstairs, with photo album tucked under one arm.

The twins sighed.

“Ah well.”

“Life goes on.”

Draco looked up and then around the room.

“Where?”

“Ha! Funny, Malfoy.” Said George.

“Just you watch it.” Fred warned, “Or you’ll have something done to you.”

Draco dared them by snuggling closer to Harry.

“And it doesn’t matter to us if you’re seeing Harry.” George told him.

“Yup. And just for fun, we might give Harry a new look. Maybe give him a stunning handle-bar mustache.”

“You wouldn’t!” Harry gasped.

“Wouldn’t want your life to get too dull, would we?” Fred grinned.

“After all,” George said, “Life is a constant battle between right and wrong.”

“Good and evil!”

“Cheesecake and diet!”

“Our joke shop and Percy’s cauldron bottoms report!”

Harry and Draco laughed. Ron couldn’t help it but laugh too.

“So, that is our reason for being alive.”

“And making sure Percy’s life doesn’t get too dull.”

“Or anyone else’s life for that matter.”

Draco sighed into Harry’s shoulder, “Will I live through the night?”

Harry patted Draco’s knee. “Don’t worry, you will.”

~*~

“Hey!” Percy screamed. He ran toward the twins, who were lounging in the living room with Harry and Draco. He opened the photo album and pointed at one of his newest pictures. It had been marked with a mustache and a little beard. “What gives you two the right to do this to my picture??”

“What’s wrong, Perce? Don’t you like it?” Fred grinned.

“I think it’s a stunning improvement, myself.” Said George.

“No, I do not like it! Fix it immediately!”

“Oh, all right.” Fred took out a black Muggle marker and swiped it across Percy’s upper lip.

“AAARRRGGGHH!! THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

Harry was having a tough time keeping in his laughter, but Draco went right ahead and laughed out loud.

“I’m telling father.” Percy growled.

“Why don’t you just save us all the trouble and leave?” said Fred.

Percy grunted and stormed back upstairs.

“Now that was pretty low.” Draco said with a snicker.

“There’s more where that came from.” George smiled.

Fred winked, “We morphed one of his parchments.”

Harry, Draco, and Ron’s eyes widened.

“Into a big, fat June Beetle.”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

“I think he found it.” Fred smiled.

There was a crash, and then the sound of Percy doing a spell. The door from upstairs crashed open and Percy stomped down. His hair was a mess and he looked flush.

“I take it one of you clowns thought it was funny to transfigure one of my reports into that monstrosity??”

“What makes you think we turned one of your things into something?” George asked.

“Yeah, where’s the proof?”

“That—that *thing* flew at my face!”

“Aww…”

“Poor thing…” then Fred said in a softer tone, “Hope it’s all right…”

“I could see my handwriting on its belly!!” Percy shouted.

“So why did you think it was one of us?”

“Yeah, maybe it was Malfoy.”

“Hey! Don’t be blaming me!” Draco huffed, “I never went upstairs!”

“You two have gone too far.” Percy said in a low, menacing tone. “I suggest you pack your things and go back to that, that… disrespectful place you call a shop!”

George and Fred blinked innocently. The others blinked in astonishment.

“What is all the yelling?” Mrs. Weasley walked in from the back door. She looked like she had been in the garden. “Percy dear, why are you looking so hot and bothered?”

“Why don’t you ask them?” Percy pointed at the twins.

She turned accusing eyes on them. “Now what did you two do?”

“We were only having a bit of fun, mum.” George said.

“We weren’t doing any harm.”

“Ch!” Percy scoffed, and then he flew into explanation to Mrs. Weasley about what they had been saying and doing.

“Please don’t be too mad at them, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry said, “They just don’t want Percy’s life to get too boring and...”

“Boring??” Percy rounded on Harry, “You call the atrocities they do… entertainment??!”

Harry sunk into the couch, and Draco pulled Harry close while giving Percy his usual glare.

“Now, Percy, there’s no need to attack Harry like that.” Mrs. Weasley said. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get some sleep. I think we should all get some shut eye.”

Percy nodded, face still red, and went upstairs.

“And you two…” she looked at the twins. They hung their heads. Harry wasn’t sure if it was in actual shame, or if they were pretending. “I think you should be nicer to your brother for the rest of the visit. If I hear one more thing from him about transfiguring parchments, or showing nude pictures to the guests, then you won’t be getting any more of my chocolate filled biscuits.”

“Awww, mum!”

“I mean it.” Her word was final, and she went to the bathroom to clean up.

“That was low of her.” George sighed.

“Yes. She knows that those chocolate biscuits are our favorite.”

“Now we have to be civil to Percy.” George frowned.

Draco was grinning, making the twins raise their brows at him.

“She never said that I couldn’t do anything.”

The twins smiled and went over to pat Draco on the back.

“You’re all right, Malfoy.” Fred said. Draco smirked.

“You could learn a thing or two from your better half, Harry.” George said.

Harry sighed and shook his head. It was going to be a long night. Not to mention a long day tomorrow.

~**~

That night, it wasn’t hard to figure out who was sleeping where. The twins had their own room, and so did Percy and Ginny. Ron, Harry, and Draco shared one room. On the way from the bathroom, Ron had met Percy in the hallway. Ron had just changed into his pajamas and from the looks of it, Percy had too. It was the only things they had at the time for pajamas, which their mother made, but the way Percy looked in his home-made Teddy Bear ones made Ron crack a smile.

“Hey, Perce, you look like a sissy in those Teddy Bear pajamas.” He snickered.

Percy poked Ron in the stomach, “At least I don’t look like a pansy in bunny pajamas!”

“Mum made these!” Ron said, poking his brother in the chest.

“Well, mum made me these!” Percy poked back.

From inside their bedroom, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could hear them.

“Bears! Bears! Bears!”

“Bunnies! Bunnies! Bunnies!”

“They were adopted, weren’t they?” Mr. Weasley said.

“I don’t know,” Mrs. Weasley sighed, “I was out at the time.”

“Sissy bear!”

“Pansy bunny!”

“Go to bed, boys!” Mrs. Weasley shouted. They heard thundering footsteps, and then two doors slamming. “How on Earth did I ever survive this long?”

~**~

“Ron?” Harry said the moment Ron stepped in, “What was all that about?”

“Oh that,” Ron shook his head, “Just the usualkerikering. Percy’s being such a sissy boy.”

Draco took one look at Ron’s pajamas and laughed. “Speaking of sissy!”

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Ron glared. He saw Harry, sitting up in bed, with no shirt on. “Please tell me you’re wearing something under those covers.”

Harry blushed, “Don’t worry, I am.”

Draco wiggled his eyebrows, “He’ll be wearing me in a few minutes.”

“I don’t think so!” Ron frowned, “Not while I’m in here!”

Draco snickered, and then slipped his shirt off. He plopped his butt onto the side of the bed that Harry was using and started to take his shoes off. “Move over, Harry.”

“I don’t think there’s enough room for me to move over.” Harry scooted his butt as far as he could.

Draco sighed, “I’m just going to have to lay on you.”

“And this is a problem?” Harry said.

“Nope. No problem at all.” Draco slipped his trousers off.

Ron immediately covered his eyes. “Gah! What are you trying to do, blind me??”

“I’ll have you know that I’m a very sexy guy.”

Ron snorted. “Sure. Whatever.”

“Just ask Harry. He hadn’t gone blind yet.”

“He’s got protective eyewear.”

Harry rolled his eyes. He took out a piece of parchment and began to write a letter to Sirius. He won’t be missing a single detail in his letter this time, which meant he’d have to write in much smaller print. As Draco got under the covers, he pulled himself as close as he could against Harry’s body and watched him write.

“You’re telling him that??”

“Yes.”

“But… but honey dumpling!”

Ron snorted.

“I’m telling him everything, Draco.”

“Everything??”

“Everything.”

“Would you even tell him… this?” Draco moved his hand down Harry’s body. Harry gasped.

“Well… that is an exception.”

Draco grinned as he continued to fondle his boyfriend. Harry moaned.

“Oh god…” Ron groaned, burying his head under his pillow.

Silently, Draco moved his hand expertly over Harry’s hardness. He didn’t want to say no to his boyfriend now, now that he was so hard that it hurt. It’s been a while since they’ve done anything. Harry bit his lip so he won’t cry out. He knew that Ron wouldn’t like it if he heard any kind of moaning noises. Draco leaned over and took his mouth in his. They kissed passionately for a bit, Draco’s hands moving faster, fist closing tighter. Harry tried not to buck his hips too fast, knowing full well that the bed they were in squeaks slightly. Harry moved a hand between Draco’s legs, slipped into his boxers, and started to stroke him.

Draco put a leg over Harry’s body so that he was straddling him. They rubbed their erections together, softly moaning into each others mouths. If Ron knew that they were doing anything, he hadn’t voice anything. Draco moved down, took out Harry’s cock, and then started to suck it, hard. Harry had to put a hand over his own mouth to stop from crying out. Draco deep throated him, like last time, and Harry couldn’t stand it anymore and he came down Draco’s throat. Usually, he could last quite a while, but this time Harry didn’t want to risk getting caught. Harry’s hand stroked Draco faster, and as if Draco understood why Harry had come sooner, he had too.

A quick clean up spell later, Harry and Draco fell asleep in each other’s arms. Relieved to have finally touched each other, and happy to be together.

******

That morning, Harry and Draco had woken up before Ron. They got dressed and headed downstairs. The smell of breakfast wafted through the air. Draco smiled secretly as his stomach rumbled. He would didn’t want to tell Harry how glad he was to be there right now instead of at the Dursleys, where he was sure Dudley would be staring at him during most of breakfast if he were.

“Morning boys.” Mrs. Weasley said.

“Good morning, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry said. Draco nodded at her.

“Have a seat, breakfast is almost ready.”

“Good morning,” Mr. Weasley said. He was looking at the Daily Prophet while he waited for his food.

“Morning, Mr. Weasley.” Harry said. Draco said nothing and sat down next to Harry. He just stared down at his empty plate, trying not to make eye contact with the head Weasley.

The twins had finally made it downstairs.

“Morning!” Fred said.

“Gooooood morning, mum and dad!” George said.

“Well, you seem to be in a good mood this morning, boys.” Mr. Weasley said, “What’s going on?”

“What makes you think that something’s up?”

“Because I know you two.” Their dad said. “So, are you going to tell me?”

“We’ve done nothing bad.”

“Honest.”

Mr. Weasley raised a brow and snorted, “Oh, so you say.” He went back to reading his paper.

The twins said good morning to Harry and Draco and sat across from them. “Smells good, mum.” Fred said.

“Can’t wait to chow down.” Said George.

Percy came down and sat next to his father, “Morning father, mother, Harry…”

“Morning.” Harry and Mr. Weasley said.

“You’re making my favorite, mum.” Percy smiled.

“I’m always making your favorite.” Mrs. Weasley blushed.

“You can’t have blueberry pancakes as your favorite.” George said.

“Yeah, it’s our favorite.” Fred frowned.

“Too bad.” Percy said.

Ginny finally made it down and sat by Fred. She tried her best to not look at anyone. Especially Harry and Draco. Harry tried to say good morning to her, but she just continued to stare at her plate. He looked over at Draco, who looked at him in confusion as well. She must still be taking it hard.

“Morning!!” Ron said as he walked into the room.

Harry, Draco, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley snorted under their breath.

“What’s so funny?” Ron demanded.

Draco couldn’t resist and he pointed at him, “You have ‘idiot’ written on your forehead.”

Ron’s eyes narrowed, “Is that some kind of metaphor? Do I look that stupid to you, or something??”

“No, son, no…” Mr. Weasley grinned, “You… you actually have the word ‘idiot’ on your forehead.”

“Bloody…” Ron started to wipe at his head. They’ve been having too much fun with their Muggle marker.

“So that’s what you two have been up to.” Arthur said, looking at the twins.

“We said it wasn’t anything bad.”

“Besides,” said Fred, “Percy charmed his door shut.”

“And it’s a good thing I did!” Percy said. “Sorry there, Ronald.”

Ron glared at his brothers and then went to see if his forehead was clean again.

Draco eyed the twins until he got their attention. Draco grinned.

“You have got to teach me all you know.”

~TBC~

Didn’t think it would become this long, but there is a lot of dialogue, isn’t there? ^_^