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Dignosco Perturbatio	By : KianaD Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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same warnings and disclaimer from chapter one apply. Still slashy, smutty, silly, and not beta'ed. Reviews would be nice, but I'm not forcing you. Enjoy. :D

Snape heard the door open and his eyes instinctively moved towards it. He wasn't surprised to find that it was Draco who had entered. The wards had already been raised, and with the exception of perhaps Dumbledore who had access to anywhere within the Castle at any given time, Snape thought, Draco was the only one who would be able to enter. The sight that met his eyes however, did not please him.
"So Miss Granger and yourself managed to refrain from cursing one another in to oblivion then I take it?" he asked, taking in his Godson's tired face and weary movements, despite his efforts to disguise them. Snape knew better.
"There are methods other than cursing that torture," Draco replied dryly. "I wonder just how many evil Gryffindors there are."
"And exactly what is that supposed to mean?" Snape asked with a raised brow, knowing perfectly well that his Godson planned in using whatever information he knew about Potter to try and infuriate him, as he knew it would.
Draco blinked at the biting tone his Severus� voice. "That Granger is a buck-toothed, bushy haired bint that I will have no problem cursing if she lays hand on me again?"
Well, that certainly hadn't been the response that Snape had been expecting and he couldn't help but smirk slightly at the obvious venom in Draco's face and voice.
"Well, well it seems there is a downside to your allure. Yes, you may gain the attentions of those you wish but then you always gain those of more�unfavourable individuals as well. Honestly Draco, what were you thinking taking her away to a room on her own? One could hardly blame the girl for getting the wrong idea."
"You give her too much credit I think," Draco replied with a snort. "She�s quite obviously blind in her taste since she�s involved with that Weasley thing. Although," he mused, "Harry did say the Weasel gets over jealous of her. I wonder what he would say if he knew she was running her hands all over my naked back."
"He'd probably try and hunt you down and try to defend his little girlfriend's honour by trying to, rather ineffectually if previous experience is anything to go by, cause you some method of harm which would end up backfiring. As always." Snape replied drawled in reply. "Of course, that would prove rather amusing when it came to seeing who Potter would side with." He added with a raised brow. "Although one could ask what you were doing topless and alone with her in the first place."
"Oh you know, way to a Gryffindor�s heart is through fucking his friends," Draco said airily. He paused then, realising that while in jest, his comment may have given away a little more than he meant it to. "I came to pilfer alcoholic aide," he added.
Snape knew that Draco would never lay a finger on Granger, not like that. And Potter wasn't stupid enough to believe that he would either, which led Snape to wonder if Draco had in fact, informed Potter of their arrangement, seeing how technically speaking, Lupin could also be considered one of his 'friends.'
"Clearly, in view of the fact you are still in one piece, in a relatively good mood, considering your ordeal, and obviously returning to him. Although honestly I am surprised. Potter always struck me as the type that would be unwilling to share."
Draco gave pause at that; he knew his Godfather was correct, and while he didn�t have answers from Harry, not yet, he also had the fact Harry hadn�t run away screaming. "I think he isn�t either, except� in some things."
"Indeed? Well that is most interesting, wouldn't you agree Remus?" Snape asked, turning to Lupin for the first time since Draco had arrived. "After all, I do believe it is safe to say you know Potter better than either of us. Quite frankly I'm surprised he hasn't been through here already demanding explanations from you, as would typically be in his nature."
Remus looked up from his book, eyes trailing between Severus and Draco. He put a marker on his page before shutting the book and sitting up. "Severus, if you are that curious about it, why don�t you ask Harry?" At the dark look that earned him, Remus chuckled. "It was just a suggestion, my love."
He turned to Draco then, head tilting slightly. "You did tell him then," he said. At Draco�s nod, he continued. "I echo what Severus said, you do seem calmer than what I would expect had things gone terribly bad. I don�t think I would be remiss in asking what, exactly, you do plan with Harry. Although your telling him about us says a great deal, I still would like an answer, if you would."
Draco nodded again, falling back into the same unemotional manner of explanation he had used with Harry most of the evening. "Yes I told him, no he wasn�t overly happy at first, yes he agrees with my sentiment of mutual attraction and wanting more than a fuck, yes he seems a bit more acceptable and agreeable to our situation, and I also think�" he halted briefly before continuing, "that he seemed most interested in it. I do believe I made my interest in continuing my relationship with the two of you clear, and if not I will remedy that.
"Of course, should my � whatever with Harry prove problematic for either of you, I have no problem should either or both of you wish to discontinue our relationship for it, than I do understand.
"Also, while I obviously have no problems with openness, I do not feel I should speak of anything else that I haven�t spoken of with him first with anyone else, unless of course he is present."
"Draco�" Snape began, eying his Godson carefully through narrowed, shrewd eyes. "I thought I made my position on this clear earlier."
"I did not think it would hurt to clarify, especially with more information," Draco answered.
"Then no. Who you choose to be with is your concern. Remus and I have a different relationship with each other from what we do with you, you know this. You also deserve someone with whom you can also share this bond, and if you believe that Potter is that person then so be it. It makes little difference to our arrangement from my current standpoint." Apparently quite disgusted with his show of honesty, Snape then picked up a book from the pile sitting on the table and busied himself randomly flipping through its pages.
Draco was annoyed to find himself taken aback again that evening, but managed a nod and a softly spoken "Sir," in answer.
"Remus," he added, turning to the other man, "if I may?"
Remus nudged Severus in the ankle with his foot to gain his attention, giving him a smile that clearly said �thank you� before turning and nodding at Draco. "By all means, go ahead. However�"
"We will be staying in his rooms tonight," Draco said, knowing what Remus was going to say.
"I�m glad," Remus replied. He knew Draco would understand he meant more than just the fact they would be close for the night.
Draco merely nodded again, walking past the sitting men and into the kitchen to remove a bottle of whisky. When he returned, Remus was standing in front of Severus and they were both smiling.
He circled an arm around Remus� waist before gently skimming his lips across the other man�s, lingering there for a brief moment as Draco felt the familiar pull of arousal that was so common place in his feelings with the other two men.
He pulled back after several moments and turned to smile softly at his Godfather. "Thank you," he said to both of them, although he wasn�t sure if he meant just the whisky. His thoughts were pensive as he made his way back down the wall toward Harry.
Harry had decided to use the time alone to try and give his room semblance of a comfortable abode; finishing what remained of his unpacking, and trying to brighten it up as best he could with the little non essential items that he had taken with him. Not that Harry had ever been a particularly good homemaker, and by the end of it, he was still feeling somewhat uncomfortable by the order and cleanliness of the room.
The fire had begun to die down in the hearth, and Harry was just in the process of stoking it, feeding the dying embers, and trying to instill some life back into it when Draco returned, bottle of whisky in hand.
Satisfied that the fire would last at least a couple of more hours, Harry dropped to the floor in front of it, and smiled up at Draco. "Welcome back," he said softly, holding his hands out in front of the fire and allowing the tingling warmth to permeate his body, warming him from top to toe.
"Cold again?" Draco asked as he closed the door behind him. All of what had transpired the two days past was beginning to catch up with him, and he was starting to have a little trouble comprehending all he had done and said � not to mention what he had done that said more than the things he couldn�t.
"Not really," Harry shrugged as he lowered his hands, resting his arms top his knees as he brought them close to his chest. It wasn't that he was cold per se, it was just that the room made him feel that way. He wasn't sure how he felt about living in a dungeon, although Grimmauld Place was far from a palace. Although he supposed it would just take a little getting used to.
Draco raised a brow but did not speak again until he had taken a seat near Harry. "I didn�t think to swipe a pair of glasses but I can slum it for the evening," he said, waving the bottle a bit. He wanted to add he knew Harry could to, but bit back the comment. He had been a little too obviously jealous and between that and all he had said, he was feeling strangely vulnerable.
Harry didn't really mind the lack of glasses that much; he was accustomed to drinking out of bottles anyway. Although, he couldn't really say he'd ever drank whisky out of a bottle before but then there was always a first time for everything, and the past couple of days seemed to have provided a lot of 'firsts' for Harry, so one more couldn't hurt.
"I suppose I should be grateful then huh?" he replied nonchalantly. "But really there isn't any need. It's not like there's a shortage of things to transfigure into a couple of glasses�if you really wanted to that is."
He paused here for a moment, unable to suppress the slow smirk that he felt creep over his lips. "Makes no difference to me," he added with a slight shrug. "I'm used to slumming it."
Draco laughed at that. "Yes, but even I do try to be polite once in a while, you know. But since you�re obviously aware of your own shortcomings, I shall make note not to bother in the future. And no, screw it. We don�t need glasses."
Grinning and shaking his head, Harry grabbed the bottle from Draco, tilting his head back slightly and taking a long swallow before handing it back, grimacing slightly as the liquid burned his throat as it passed down into this stomach, instantly igniting a fiery curl of warmth.
"You know Malfoy, if I didn't know better I'd say your standards were almost slipping. You'll be eating with your fingers next if you keep this up, just you wait."
"Perish the thought," Draco replied with a snort as he took the bottle back. He took his own swallow, more than he should have, he thought with amusement.
"You're also going to be smashed in next to no time if you keep that up," Harry replied, a brow arching in curiosity. "Then we'll both be drunk two nights in a row and really, that's not going to get us anywhere, is it. Not with this whole sobriety issue you said you had last night. Hardly likely to do my ego with world of good either."
"I wasn�t drunk last night, nor do I have any intention of becoming so tonight," Draco drawled. "Any and all sobriety issues were yours."
"Uh huh," Harry replied, sounding not in the least bit convinced as he took the bottle back from Draco. He had the strangest feeling he wasn't going to end up any more sober tonight than he had been last night, but really when he considered the day he'd had, in fact the day they'd both had, he didn't really mind. And besides, it wasn't over yet, and if he was going be confused all over again, he thought it may as well be because of the alcohol as much as the topic of conversation.
"So," he continued conversationally. "Were they surprised to find you still in one piece?"
"Severus mentioned his surprise, yes," Draco answered after a moment. "Remus is an eternal optimist. I cannot even believe I am having this conversation," he added.
Snorting softly, Harry shook his head. "You and me both, then."
He still wasn't sure how he felt about the whole thing if he was truly honest. He knew he wanted Draco, and he knew that he wasn't upset or disgusted by his arrangement with Lupin and Snape. Well, no more so than the thought of anything that involved Snape usually disgusted him. It was obviously a situation that worked well for them and truthfully, Harry had no problem with that if everyone was happy. What he didn't understand though was what was expected of him. Or how he would fit into this set up, if he even did.
Draco mentioned wanting something more than just a physical thing, something he obviously could get from Snape or Lupin if he wanted it (a thought which caused Harry to have to repress a slight shudder at the thought of Snape and�yeah, he wasn't going to think about that.) And Harry was okay with this, in fact he wanted that too, but he wasn't certain that he wanted to share Draco with them, or if he would even be expected to. It wasn't fair, he knew, seeing how they had all been together before Harry even came along, but he hadn't asked for any of this and as much as he didn't mind it if it was what they wanted, Harry wasn't certain that it was what he wanted. However, if he wanted Draco, and Draco wanted that, what other choice did he have?
Already Harry could feel his head begin to spin under the pressure of his thoughts; and although the alcohol was helping to numb the associated pain, it did nothing to help him make sense of it all.
"You�re quiet," Draco noted after several minutes had passed. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but he found himself wishing to know what the other man was thinking, what he was feeling.
"Well, contrary to popular belief I am capable of going a few minutes without saying something, you know," Harry replied with a slight grin. "I'm just�well�trying to get my head around everything I guess. Now that the initial shock has worn off and I'm actually capable of thinking about it properly." He eyed the bottle of whisky in his hand then before taking another swig from it. "Well, sort of anyway."
Draco waited until Harry had passed the bottle back before speaking. "I probably should not have said anything, really. At least waited until Lucius has been taken care of."
Even as Draco said it, he felt something click mentally. He had been studiously avoiding talking about Lucius, the plot against Harry, and other than going to France and explaining to Harry what he had known, he had done so. He had, in fact, brought up another huge circumstance and dropped it on Harry, and he had to admit the other man was holding true to his hero character and doing brilliantly. Not that he had expected anything less than.
But� what if Draco could do something? And he could.
"Are you kidding?" Harry laughed as he looked, slightly disbelieving at Draco. "No. If you'd waited any longer the reaction would have been worse, believe me."
He smiled gently then as he shifted slightly, bringing himself to sit a little closer to Draco. Even though there was next to no distance between them as it was, Harry still needed to be closer. Always closer, so he could feel the other man next to him even without having to lay a finger on him.
"It's not such a big deal really, I suppose." He shrugged. "And it's not all the hard to understand either when you think about it. Although, I'm sorry, and I know he's your Godfather and everything and that Lupin loves him but�Snape? Malfoy, I thought you said you had taste." Nudging Draco with his shoulder, Harry chuckled, hoping that the other man would be able to tell he didn't mean anything malicious in his comment he was just�baffled a bit.
"I meant any of it," Draco replied, shaking his head. At the comment about Severus, Draco turned and narrowed his eyes slightly. "He will say the same about you, I don�t doubt. Seems to me it is less a question of my taste or even me at all, and more a question of tolerance," he grinned.
"Well yeah, we do tolerate each other. Sort of." Harry replied grimacing slightly before turning to Draco and giving him a warning look. "We don't like each other. I don't think we'll ever like each other, but I'll deny ever saying this and hurt you in more ways you can imagine if you tell him either, but I do owe him."
"Oh? And what if I want you to be kinky with me? Your threat holds no water over me, Potter," Draco smirked.
"I'm serious." Harry replied quietly, voice no less stern for the lowered tone, however. "He's saved my skin more times than I can count. He knows it and he knows that I know it. That doesn't mean that we ever actually need to talk about it. It's better that we don't. He complains about bailing me out, but I know he loves doing it because it gives him the opportunity to lord it over me, which will be a thousand times worse if I ever openly acknowledge all he's done for me. He gets some sort of weird pleasure from knowing that James Potter's son is in his debt several times over."
"I know. Trust me, I know. I am in no position to speak about it from you to him, nor the other way. I� thanks for telling me though."
"Yeah, well good." Harry replied frowning a little, as he rested his hands on the floor behind him and settled back. "Cause I'm not really into necrophilia, and if you had told him I would have probably had to kill you. And that would be a bit of a shame, really."
When Draco merely snorted in reply, Harry chuckled quietly to himself, shifting to lean on one hand as he gently ran his other down Draco's back. Starting at the top of his spine, his fingers trailed slowly down to the base, drawing little patterns as they moved before retracing their steps in languorous, sweeping motions eventually coming to a stop at the centre of his back.
"I'm still not sure where I am supposed to fit into all this," he said quietly after a few moments, facing wrinkling in disconcertion as he struggled to understand how this would affect whatever it was Draco and he had. "You'll�I mean I take it that you've no�well�plans to change your current situation."
"I haven�t thought about any of it," Draco admitted with a shrug. "I honestly hadn�t thought there would be a point, given I believed you would bolt the second I was done explaining."
That shouldn't really have bothered Harry as much as it did, given that Draco had every reason to suspect that Harry would do just, but couldn't help feeling slightly irked that Draco had made such a point to tell Harry that he should never assume anything about him, and yet he seemingly had no problem doing the exact same thing.
Sitting up, he grabbed the bottle again and took a long swallow, closing his eyes as he felt the familiar burn and attempted to push down his irrational irritability.
"Fair enough," he replied setting the bottle down between them and sitting back.
"What was it you were wishing to hear instead?" Draco asked, watching Harry in uneasiness.
Harry shrugged, honestly not really having even thought about what he wanted to hear, far preferring to just deal with the reality as it was. "Dunno." He replied truthfully. "An answer one way or another I guess."
"Suppose my answer depends on it then," Draco answered irritably. "I am walking through this as blindly as you and yet I am the one who is supposed to have all the answers. I don�t."
Sighing, Harry shook his head and closed his eyes. If things continued like this he could see them fast developing into an argument which really he didn't want. Besides, it would be silly to fall out over the minor details after everything else they'd talked about during the course of the day.
"Right, sorry. I just thought that maybe you would have a slight idea of what it is you wanted, but it's okay. Doesn't matter."
Privately Draco thought it mattered a great deal to Harry, but if Harry was going to make an effort to actually avoid a fight, then Draco supposed he ought to at least pretend to do the same. "Given I have spent this long watching Remus and Severus, I believe that things like this do matter," he replied dryly.
He had a feeling neither knew what they wanted because part of their wants balanced on what the other wanted� and they just didn�t know. "But I think we have a little more talking to do before we get to that point," he added after a moment.
Harry nodded, and they sat in silence for a few moments, each apparently caught up with their own thoughts. Finally he shook his head and sat up straight, eyes fixed firmly on the fire because somehow he figured it would be easier to admit to the things he was about to say if he didn't actually have to look at Draco when he said them.
"I don't like thinking of you with other people," he began matter-of-factly, summoning every ounce of that Gryffindor courage he was supposed to have to get him through his confession. "I hate hearing about it as well. I don't know how I'm going to feel if you decide to keep this thing with Lupin and Snape going. I don't know if I could sit by and watch you be with someone else, or if I could stay at home knowing you were with them and what you were up to; but at the same time I don't want to stop you from being with them if that is what you want." He paused here for a moment to sigh, and run his hand though his hair, shaking his head as he did so.
"I don't know how I'm going to react. Past experience seems to suggest I'd want to hex them on the spot for so much as laying a finger on you but� I just don't know. I've never been faced with something like this before so maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I think it might be."
"I do know how odd this sounds from me," Draco said in sardonic amusement, "but it�s mostly about trust. Much like any form of relationship, I would imagine." He was shaking his head at himself, appalled at how much he was sounding like Remus of all better when he realised that speaking like a Gryffindor might be just what he needed to do for Harry to understand.
"Harry," he said, turning to face the other man. "For some reason I like you and�" he stopped, wrinkled his nose, and tried again. "I rather fancy you. Have for years. I fancied you when I married Birget, I fancied you when I first was together with Remus and Severus. Unless you�er, unless I do something in the immediate future to mess that up, than I rather believe I could fancy you for a while. I would� prefer you to keep an open mind about things as Remus and Severus mean a lot to me, but if you do not wish� me to carry on with them right now, I will not."
He took a breath, wondered if he had been the object of one too many curses, and shrugged. "Besides, you would look hot as hell fucking Remus."
Harry didn't even know where to start in response to that. In fact for a few moments it was all he could do to sit there, start to say something and spend a few moments realising that no words seemed to want to pass his lips before his mouth closed, only to repeat the process over again for several more rotations until eventually he just blinked and shook his head.
He didn't know what surprised him more. The fact that Draco actually spoke plainly for once instead of dancing behind eloquent turns of phrase that often caused his meaning to completely elude Harry or the admission of just how long he had wanted him and his willingness to refrain from participating in the�well, whatever it was you called what Snape, Lupin and he had. However, all that really paled in comparison to his last statement regarding Harry and Lupin, which actually made him choke on thin air.
"Mind is open�" Harry nodded slightly wide-eyed, after a few moments when the air had begun to return to his lungs and he actually regained control of his speech. "But one thing at a time yeah?"
"Certainly," Draco smirked. "Anything you would like to start with first?" he asked, closing the small distance between them by stretching out and placing his head in Harry�s lap.
"Are you quite comfortable now do you think?" Harry laughed, bringing one hand to rest atop Draco's head, before beginning to soothingly stroke his hair.
"You know, I never had a pet before Hedwig. She's great and all but birds are different from other pets, like say�cats, for instance. Don't really need one now though do I?" he grinned, bending down to press a kiss to Draco's forehead before pulling back again to smile down into the other man's face.
"I would be more comfortable if I wasn�t laying on a hard floor," Draco complained. "And� a cat?" He tilted up at the other man, trying to see if he was serious or not.
"For goodness sake Malfoy, are you a wizard or not?" Harry laughed, twisting slightly to reach the table at the side where his wand was sitting, before casting a quick cushioning charm on the floor beneath where Draco lay. "I think you just like complaining, you know. And yeah, a cat. Why?" Harry looked shrewdly down into Draco's face unable to help wondering what he was planning this time.
"I need a reason to ask questions? Or to whine, for that matter? And you called me a poor host," Draco snorted. A moment later and his eyes flew open. "Harry. You�re awful! There�s two days until Christmas and you have nothing to show for it." He sat up and spun around to face the other man. "You must decorate. Now."
Harry jumped slightly; startled by the sudden urgent tone in Draco's voice and his sudden movements that so abruptly pulled him out of the quiet relaxation that he had slowly been slipping into.
"Uh�right this second?" he replied, eyes wide and bewildered as he couldn't help but wonder what on earth brought that on.
"Of course. You wait any longer and it won�t be Christmas," Draco smirked.
"You're up to something." Harry said, slowly getting to his feet and looking down at the other man shrewdly. "But fine. Are you going to sit there and watch me do all the work or are you actually going to help?"
"I always am," Draco agreed. "You would do well to remember that. And help? Certainly. I can direct you."

Somehow, that response didn't surprise Harry in the slightest. He should have realised that Draco would be more of a managerial 'point and give orders' type than an actual hands on worker. Not that Harry minded, there was something� endearing about decorating the room together for Christmas - even if he didn't entirely trust Draco's motives.
Still, Harry conjured a suitably sized tree for the room (not really feeling like going out into the snow to get one) some decorations and candles and garlands; arranging them to Draco's liking, until finally after what felt like hours, they were done.
As much as he hated to admit it, for whatever reason Draco had suggested it, it had certainly been a good idea. The room felt more homely somehow, warm and cosy, and as he sank back down onto the floor in front of the fire, Harry let out a sigh of contentment and satisfaction.
"Happy now?" he asked with a grin, as he relit the fire in the hearth, over which lay draped a handsome holly and ivy garland interwoven with silver and gold ribbon.
"Pleased," Draco nodded. "But you�re not done yet, Potter. It seems you missed a room," he said, stomping into the bedroom and lighting the hearth there. He sat on Harry�s bed, waiting for the other man to catch up.
Wondering what in the hell he was up to now, Harry got to his feet with a tired groan and followed Draco, leaning against the doorpost as he fixed the other man with an amused glance.
"Don't usually decorate bedrooms. Well, not for Christmas anyway," Harry said with a mock apologetic look. "But you know if you feel like it, be my guest."
"I�m ready," Draco nodded. "Just waiting on you."
Maybe Harry had already had a little too much to drink because frankly he was confused.
Walking towards the bed, he sat down next to Draco, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out in front of him before turning to give him a questioning look. "Waiting for what?"
"For you to finish decorating. Honestly Harry, just how much whisky did you drink?"
"I thought I already said we don't do bedrooms." Harry replied getting to his feet. "But fine, if it will make you happy we can."
Grinning and shaking his head, he conjured up another pile of decorations and stood waiting for Draco to give him directions as to where everything should go.
"What is this �we� crap anyway?" Draco asked, scooting so his back was rested against the headboard. "Garland around the door. Can it be silver and green this time, too?"
"Uh�we slummers I guess." Harry replied with a grin, as he hung the garland as per instructed. "Least no one I've ever met does. How's that?" he asked, as he took a step back to allow Draco to view it properly.
"Fair," Draco allowed with a ghost of a smirk. "Perhaps bells on the corners. And then garland around the mantle," he added. He waited until Harry�s back was facing him again before taking out his own wand and flicking it at the ceiling twice.
"Well, you know if you think you can do any better you are welcome to come over here and try." Harry replied, trying to sound irritated as he placed the bells and second garland as instructed, but somehow not quite managing to pull it off.
Once he was done, he turned to face Draco again, his eyes catching sight of something hanging over the bed that had definitely not been present a few moments ago.

Mistletoe.

Inclining his head towards it slightly, Harry grinned.
"Oh, so you do some work then. So long as it means you don't actually have to get up."
"Some," Draco grinned back. "I think you�re done," he added as an afterthought.
Walking back towards the bed, Harry perched himself on its edge, bringing one leg up and bending it beneath him while the other dangled over the side. "Everything to your satisfaction now?" he asked. "Or is there something else I've forgotten?"
"I am certain you have forgotten something," Draco said. "Once I think it up, I�ll let you know."
"Oh I'm sure you will," Harry replied with a tired groan as he climbed up to the head of the bed and lay down. "And no doubt it will have to be done right that second too."
Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked up at Draco and smiled warmly. "Was a good idea though."
"Of course it was. You ought to remember that� Harry. All my ideas are good," he replied with a smirk, turning on his side to capture Harry�s lips in a kiss.
Eyes slowly falling closed, Harry moved one arm to rest on Draco's waist, fingers barely reaching around to brush against his back as he shifted a little closer, draping one leg over both of Draco's.
"Sure seems like it," he murmured in reply, pulling back after a moment. "Some are just a little better than others."
"Tired?" Draco asked softly.
Truthfully, Harry was a little. It had been a long day, both physically and emotionally and the added relaxation from the whisky had helped along his weariness. But it was more than that. He was comfortable and at ease, and there was something about Draco that just made him feel so ineffably safe that he knew he could just completely let go and relax.
"Mmm," he replied as he nodded slightly, shifting a little closer to Draco's warm body. "A little. You?"
"Yeah," Draco murmured. "Want to sleep now." At Harry�s nod, Draco nudged him. "You�re going to have to get up for a minute then."
With a soft groan, Harry rolled over onto his back and pushed himself up so he was leaning against the headboard. "Any particular reason why?" he asked as he stifled a yawn. "I was quite comfy you know."
"One, I haven�t check the wards yet. Two, the lights on are. Three, we are clothed. Plebe."
Frowning, Harry shrugged as he decided it was best to just let Draco get on with doing what he needed to do. He wasn't even sure that he had the energy to get undressed at that point, and it wouldn't have been the first time he'd fallen asleep in his clothes. It didn't really seem to matter much what he slept in. However, Draco obviously had other ideas, and Harry had quickly learned that it was easiest to just let him do what he wanted and ask few questions.
"Yeah, course. Silly me. Well, don't let me stop you."
"I didn�t plan on it," Draco smirked. He moved quietly off the bed, slipped his shoes and socks off, cussing slightly at the cold floor. "Heating charm on the floor would be nice," he said over his shoulder to Harry as he made his way back into the other room to douse the fire and check the wards.
He re-entered the room barely a minute later, finding Harry hadn�t moved. "Don�t tell me you expect me to work now?" he asked with a grin. He slipped his shirt over his head before retaking his place on the bed, arching a brow at Harry as he did so.
Harry scoffed at Draco's comment regarding the heating charm but remained silent and unmoving until he re-entered the room.
"I'm letting you stay here aren't I?" Harry asked seriously, despite the twitching of his lips that easily betrayed his amusement. "And I decorated the rooms because you asked. Got to do something to earn your keep you know."
"Oh, it is you�re letting me now, is it? And here I thought it was because you wanted me to fuck you. Alas," Draco replied with a dramatic flair as he stood, turning to face Harry. "Perhaps I can remedy that?" As he spoke, he slipped the button of his trousers out of the loop and pushed them down over his hips. There was no embarrassment on his face as he kicked first one then the other foot out before standing fully naked in front of Harry.
Harry felt his breath catch at the sight. Pale, perfect skin was bathed in the glow of the fire that still roared in the room while shadows danced and played upon the smooth, graceful curves and dips that were as elegant and flawless as anything Harry had ever seen. He wanted to touch, to feel, to explore and taste and commit to memory every inch of skin, every jut of bone; but he hesitated, somehow feeling unworthy.
"Draco�" he whispered softly, as he slowly crawled his way to the edge of the bed, kneeling before him and looking up at him almost reverentially.
Draco smiled at Harry; a real smile, laced with a bit of smugness. When Harry had reached the edge where Draco stood, he reached out, brushing the cuff of Harry�s shirt and letting his fingers linger on the skin there. "Shall I earn my rights to your bed now?" he asked.
His hands fell to the bottom of Harry�s shirt, curling inward and touching skin before trailing upward and raising the shirt while keeping contact with the warm softness underneath. Once he had removed the shirt over Harry�s head, he leaned down, kissing Harry�s ear, jaw, and neck as his fingers again moved lower.
When he brushed over something round, small and hard in Harry�s pocket, he paused. "What is that?" he asked in amusement.
Harry had allowed his body to go limp, arms raising over his head at Draco's gentle coaxing, tiny shivers rippling out from the beneath tender touches as fingers and lips ghosted over his skin.
"Hmm?" he asked quietly, taking a few moments to realise what it was that Draco was referring to. "Oh!"
Thrusting his hand into his pocket, he pulled out the snitch that Draco had tossed to him the day before, which was now glowing a deep, dark red, and handed it to the other man.
Draco stared down at the snitch, disbelief evident on his face. Harry had handed him the charmed snitch, and it was glowing a warm, dark red. Had Draco not been the one that charmed it, he would have thought it faulty. He closed his hand around it, clutching hard before opening his fist and noticing the colour had not changed.
"I think it would be wise for you to keep this," Draco said finally. "Just in case."
"In case of what?" Harry replied, lower lip protruding slightly in confusion as he accepted the snitch and returned it to his pocket.
"In case the impostor you is better than either of us thinks," Draco replied quietly.
"Okay�" Harry replied slowly, trying to piece together the scraps of information he had been thrown but coming up short of a suitable explanation. "But how will that help exactly?"
"It will help me tell you from a fake," Draco replied evasively.
"How will it do that exactly?" Harry probed. "I mean I can tell it isn't an ordinary snitch, but what does it do? Other than glow odd colours that is."
"Off the blanket," Draco replied, shifting Harry so he could turn the covers back and slip under them. Once comfortable, he turned to face the other man again. "I charmed it, that�s how."
Frowning slightly, Harry repositioned himself at the head of the bed, crawling under blanket before lying on his side and looking thoughtfully at Draco. "Uh huh." he replied offhandedly.
Draco's lack of answering his final question didn't go unnoticed, which of course only made Harry all the more curious as to what the snitch did exactly. However, it was also obvious that Draco did not intend to tell him what the snitch did, yet anyway, and so it was pointless to pursue it.
"Okay Mr. Malfoy, you keep your secrets if you must," he replied with a grin, bending down to briefly brush his lips against Draco's.
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