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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59825 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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14th February 1994: Morning

For the first time in his life, Harry was getting Valentines cards and gifts from people he hardly knew. Usually, he got two gifts, one from Marcia and one from Rhys. Then, the previous year, he had received three; from Marcia; from Rhys; and from Draco. That year, not only had he got the usual gifts from them but he had also received them from several people who were either completely unknown to him or he only just knew. He sat in front of Fred and George at the Gryffindor table, trying to eat his breakfast and open the stack of cards which he had been brought that morning by his owl at the same time as ignoring the teasing of his two friends.

"What it is to be desired, eh George?" Fred grinned to his brother, knowing full well he was embarrassing their friend.

"Yeah, some blokes have all the luck. There Harry is, swamped with cards, and here we are with absolutely nothing." George sighed, putting on a sorrowful tone.

"It's not like I asked for any of these." Harry sighed back, pulling yet another envelope open. "And neither did I encourage anyone."

"Except maybe Violet Potter." Fred teased.

Harry glared at him. "Don't be gross, she's a kid."

"Try telling her that." George smirked.

"Anyway, I haven't seen her today so I doubt any of these I have left are from her." Harry reasoned, noting the name at the bottom of the card he had just opened. "Who's Seamus?"

"Seamus Finnegin? He's one of Ron's dorm mates." Fred answered as he plucked the card out of Harry's grip to look at it. "A bit forward isn't he?" He noted, reading the short message the Third Year boy had written inside.

"It's probably just a gag one; no way anyone can be that forward with someone they barely know." As Harry spoke, he ran his finger along the top of the flap of the envelope, tearing it open neatly. He pulled the card inside the paper pouch out, glanced over the front briefly and then opened it only to unleash a cloud of red and pink hearts and have the theme song to the Muggle movie "The Bodyguard" blast out at him. That effectively caught the attention of everyone in the Great Hall and Harry quickly slammed the card shut, stopping the loud song but not dispelling the hearts. With his face flushed bright red, he glanced up at his two friends who were grinning at him like complete loons. "Is this from you two?"

They both gave him identical nods, still grinning from ear to ear. "We made it ourselves."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Harry grunted as he waved his hand around himself to get rid of the hearts which dispersed when they were impacted. He was acutely aware of the fact that a lot of people in the hall were still looking in their direction and he wished fervently that he could just disappear. "I'm rapidly learning to dislike this day."

"It's because you're famous." Fred explained. "And you're too nice not to like."

"The long hair's probably got something to do with it too."

"That's ridiculous."

"True though."

"Just be glad you're only getting cards,"

"Or you'd get fat eating so many chocolates."

Harry simply sighed at that and opened another card. He looked inside it carefully, wary of another card like the one from the twins. Nothing happened though so he opened it completely in order to read what it said easily. "This one's got no name." He noted with a light frown before handing it over to the twins as he had with every other card before.

"Ooo, a secret admirer." George grinned.

"Either that or it's from Malfoy."

"No, that's not Draco's handwriting." Harry disagreed, taking the card back and looking over it again. There, at the top, was his name, then there was the passage printed to the card and then there was the words "With great fondness" but then there was nothing. No name, not even a question mark or something. He gave a mental shrug and simply added it to the pile; it was not the first anonymous card he had received that day. "I wonder where Draco is anyway." He murmured, glancing up to see that the Slytherin still had not arrived to breakfast yet.

"Maybe all his gifts and cards toppled over and crushed him." Fred chuckled, earning small laughs from his brother and Harry.

"What's the ratio or Houses now?" George asked idly next as he grabbed a piece of toast and reached for the butter at the same time.

"Six Gryffindor, two Ravenclaw, five Hufflepuff, four anonymous." Harry told them easily, apparently not even needing to think about it as he reached for his last envelope.

"Not a single Slytherin; shock horror."

"Unless all the anonymous ones are from Slytherins."

"Oh yes, that's a possibility." Fred agreed before turning his attention back to Harry. "Who's that last one from?"

"Hermione." Harry said with a smile as he handed it over to the twins. He looked down the table to where the frizzy haired Third Year was sitting with Ron and Potter. She must have felt his eyes on her as she looked towards him. Their eyes met and Harry gave her a bright smile of thanks which made her blush slightly before quickly looking away. Harry smiled at that before turning back to his friends. "So make that seven Gryffindors now."

"Eighteen cards and two gifts, not too bad at all."

"Do you think I should thank everyone who sent me something?" Harry asked with a light frown, obviously concerned to not appear ungrateful even if the attention was not completely welcome.

"You can if you see them but I wouldn't go out of my way to do anything." Fred advised. "Then it makes you seem like you're eager if you get what I mean."

Harry nodded slightly and was about to say something when next to him he noticed someone was standing there. He turned his head slightly and was a little surprised to see it was a Slytherin girl holding, what was most likely, a Valentines gift. She had long-ish, blonde hair and a rather ugly face, not that Harry felt he was one to judge, and one felt that their eyes were instantly drawn towards the pug-nose.

"Yes?" He asked kindly, not wanting this to turn into a scene despite the fact several people were already looking in their direction.

"You're friends with Draco Malfoy, right?" The girl asked, her tone hard and slightly sneering.

Harry only nodded.

"Give this to him when you can." She ordered, holding out the gift to him.

Harry looked at the gift for a moment before looking back up to her face. "Why can't you give it to him?"

"That's none of your bloody business. Now take it and give it to Draco the next time you see him."

A soft sigh passed Harry's lips and he gently took the gift from the girl. She hardly deserved his help but he was a Havanist Priest and he had promised that he would help anyone who ever asked. The girl seemed pleased with the fact he had taken it, despite the fact he was obviously reluctant to help. Without further word, either of thanks of departure, she turned and left, heading back over to the Slytherin table.

"Pure-blood with an attitude problem." George commented as though it needed to be said.

"Why can't more pure-bloods be like us?" Fred sighed wistfully.

"Cedric Diggory's nice."

"Yes, that's true. Still, us and one other out of the whole school is hardly something to shout about."

The conversation continued on like that for a while longer as Harry put the present for Draco in his bag and finished off his breakfast quickly before he had to go to his first lesson of the day.

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14th February 1994: Midday

Lunch time had arrived and for Harry, it was a lunch time spent alone. Straight after eating, Fred and George had headed off for their detention with Professor McGonagall for intentionally flooding every single bathroom in and surrounding Gryffindor Tower. They claimed it had been worth it if only because they managed to soak Potter who had been in one at the time. So, it was now nearing the end of the lunch break and Harry was sitting alone in the library rather than outside as it was February and it was hardly warm enough to sit outside, writing an essay for Transfigurations which was due in at the beginning of the next week. He was struggling to concentrate on it though, not for any particular reason other than it was an incredibly boring topic. Luckily, he was near the end, only a paragraph or two more left to go he reckoned.

"All alone, Harry?" Draco's voice suddenly came behind him and Harry looked up and turned to see his best friend standing just behind him. It was odd how he had never heard him coming up behind him. "I would've thought you'd have swarms of admirers around you considering all the cards you got this morning." The Slytherin said in a tone which was far too casual as he casually draped himself over the chair next to Harry's.

"Fred and George are in detention." Harry explained as he turned back to his essay, dipping his quill in his ink, intending to finish off his last sentence before focusing on Draco completely. "As for being swarmed with admirers, I think that's a slight exaggeration, don't you? Anyway, how do you know about my cards? You weren't at breakfast."

"Bethany told me."

"I'm surprised she was paying the least bit of attention."

"She was if only so she could point out to me just how many admirers you have."

Harry was very tempted to ask why she would do something like that but he refrained from doing so for fear of what the answer might be. Instead, he leaned to his left and reached out to lift his bag. "Speaking of admirers," he said playfully as he sat back up straight and opened his bag. "Some girl gave me this at breakfast and asked me to give it to you when I next saw you." With that, he pulled out the present from the Slytherin girl and nudged it across the table so it was closer to Draco.

"What did this girl look like?" The Slytherin asked, eyeing the present distastefully.

"Erm, she was Slytherin, I don't think she was in our Year, she looked younger. Blonde hair up to here," he signalled the length against himself, "and, um, not the most attractive person to have ever lived."

Draco gave an almost disgusted grunt. "Then she can just have it back when I see her next." He muttered as he took the gift and carelessly shoved it into his own bag. "I've told her countless times that I'm not interested in her. Just because I let her blow me off..."

"Draco!"

"What?"

"That girl couldn't have been any older than thirteen and you let her do that to you!"

Draco shrugged. "She offered."

"And as the older one you should have had the sense to turn her down."

"Oh c'mon Harry, it's not like I shagged her! And even if I did it would be no big deal, I was younger than she is when I lost my virginity."

"Yes, and I remember all too clearly how well you took that. If you must sleep around like you do, can't you be a bit more responsible about it?"

"I am responsible about it. I always use the suitable protection charms and I make no secret that I'm looking for nothing but release. It's not my fault if people are too pathetic to deal with that."

Harry looked at him, completely shocked at his best friend's nonchalant attitude, before he shook his head a little and gave a slightly rueful laugh. "You, Draco Malfoy, are an extremely cruel person."

"I don't deny that." The blond shrugged before smiling to his friend. "Now, isn't it about time that you gave me something, hmm?"

Harry grinned at him before going back into his bag and bringing out the small bag of chocolate he had made the previous night. "Happy Valentines Day, Draco." He wished with a smile, holding the package out in the palm of his hand. Draco accepted the present and, before he could retract it, grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him forwards sharply. Harry's mouth opened to give a small yelp of surprise but the sound never managed to escape before he found his lips firmly pressed to Draco.

His head swam, his heart pounded and his muscles turned to jelly. He was kissing Draco! His best friend since the day he was born; he was kissing him. Or was it the other way around? Not that it really mattered as Harry was not exactly trying to stop it. In fact, his eyes had closed and he had leaned in closer. His first kiss and it was with Draco and oh, what a wonderful kiss it was. All soft and warm and full of affection, not only from the kiss itself but from the hand which cupped the back of his neck and the gentle caress of the finger-tips against his left cheek. And it felt right. It was not strange or awkward, it felt more like he should be kicking himself and demanding why they had not done this before.

Slowly, the lips pressed against his own retreated and Harry blinked his eyes open carefully, trying to clear the fuzziness which greeted him at first. That had been unexpected. Not unwelcome, but definitely unexpected. Despite the fact they were no longer kissing, they had not completely separated and Draco's hand was still on the back of his neck and the fingers of his other hand were still lightly pressed against his cheek. Harry's mouth opened and closed a couple of times as he tried to find his voice but still nothing had come out before Draco had removed his hands and stood up.

"I'll meet you after dinner, we'll spend some time together." Draco smiled to him gently as he stood.

Harry still could not reply as he mutely watched Draco pick up his bag and leave the library. For another few seconds after the Slytherin had disappeared, he continued to stare after him, his fingers coming up to lightly brush across his recently kissed lips. So that was what kissing was like? He could definitely see why people seemed to like it now. And, apparently, everyone had picked up on Draco's feelings for him long before Harry had figured it out. Or was Draco just playing with him? He had a lot of experience after all...No, how could he even think like that! Draco was his best friend and he liked to think that the blond would not treat him like that because of their friendship. No, Draco must have feelings for him, it was the only real explanation.

That made Harry feel awfully giddy and a huge grin spread across his face and he fought down the desire to laugh happily. Somewhere in his head, where he was still thinking logically, he thought that his next class must be starting soon. So, he gathered his work and his books and stuffed them into his bag before standing and heading out of the library, his grin never leaving his face the entire time.

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14th February 1994: Evening

"Harry!" Fred practically yelled in the dark haired boy's ear.

"Ow!" Harry cried at the sting deep inside which resulted from the loud sound only centimetres away from him. "Do you mind! As much as it might surprise you to know, I actually enjoy being able to hear out of both ears!"

"Oh, so you haven't gone deaf!" George gasped as though that was some great surprise.

"Could've fooled us the amount of attention you've been paying to anything this afternoon. I just said your name, like, fifty times."

Harry frowned lightly. That was a complete exaggeration. He could admit that he had been a little distracted but in his opinion, he had a right to be! His life had been practically turned upside down at lunch time, what with Draco kissing him like he had. Not that he regretted it or wished it had not happened, it was just a lot to get his head around, not to mention the number of questions it brought to his mind. For instance, did this mean that he and Draco were a couple now? Or was it more like a "friends with benefits" kinda thing? Because if it was the latter, Harry had something to say about that. The idea of a relationship with Draco was not a terrible idea though. In fact, it was a rather good idea. He would prefer to learn about the mechanics of relationships with someone he loved and trusted rather than a complete stranger. And then there was also all the possibilities of what was going to come of their meeting after dinner swirling around his head, making him wonder of several different scenarios, some of which caused a pool of heat to spread throughout...

"Harry!" George did yell along with punching Harry none too gently in the arm.

"Oi, stop it!" Harry protested with a frown, turning to glare at the two ginger boys. "What is it?"

"Dinner's over, we've gotta go." Fred pointed out, his tone emphasising just how obvious the people moving around them actually was.

Dinner was over! That meant...

"Oh erm, okay." Harry stammered slightly nervously, glancing around himself to see if he could spot Draco.

"Are you all right, mate?" George asked, now clearly concerned. "You're not acting like yourself."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, it's just...Well, I, uh, I'm supposed to be meeting Draco now..."

"And the mystery is solved!" Fred declared, no small amount of relief evident in his tone.

"Meeting Malfoy on Valentines night? Gee, I wonder why?" George teased him with a grin which only grew wider when Harry made no other reply other than to bow his head and his face to turn a couple shades darker. "We'll leave ya to it then, mate." He assured, still grinning like a loon as he stood and patted Harry's shoulder a couple of times.

"We'll be waiting for you to come and tell us everything that happened." Fred murmured quietly, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes.

"And we do mean everything."

The twins both laughed again before chorusing a goodbye and heading out of the Great Hall. Harry let them go without a word, concentrating on trying to get his face to cool down before Draco could find him and see his brightly lit face. He shut his eyes and took in a couple of deep, soothing breaths before standing and opening his eyes at the same time. Just as he was about to turn around in order to step over the bench, he was rather surprised to see Violet was standing just to the side of him, her hands behind her back and her eyes staring intently at her shoes. Instantly, any less-than-innocent thoughts he had been entertaining about what was awaiting him this evening vanished and were replaced with nice, fluffy, big-brother thoughts.

"Hi Violet, haven't seen much of you today."

"No, no, you haven't. I haven't seen you either which is why I, uh, um..." The First Year stammered terribly, not looking up, obviously very flustered about something.

"Everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine. I just...Uh, well, you see...There wasn't really any way for me to get to a store to buy you anything but I thought that maybe you might appreciate something a little more, uh, useful than a card, so I, um, I'm sorry it's not wrapped or anything but I...I made this for you." She got out in a rush, bringing a neatly folded, bright red scarf and woolly hat out from behind her back. "Happy Valentines Day." She managed to get out without stuttering but it did come out very loud and quite quickly.

Harry looked at the pile of knitted wool in surprise for a second before a small smile spread across his lips. He accepted the gifts carefully and looked them over in awe. "Wow, these are really well made. I didn't know you could knit."

She instantly looked up at him upon hearing that, a pleased smile lighting up her face. "You really like it?"

"Yes, they're lovely and it's nice to get something other than another card. By far the best thing I've got today, thank you." And with that, he leaned down and pecked a quick kiss on her cheek.

If it were possible, the young girl's eyes lit up even more and her jaw dropped. She stared up at Harry as he drew back, one of her hands coming up to cover the cheek which had just been kissed. Harry tried hard not to laugh at the expression on his sister's face and instead just smiled right back at her, pleased that his "gift" to her seemed to be just as appreciated as a bag of chocolate would probably have been. Then, just behind Violet, Harry saw Draco approaching and it was painfully clear that the Slytherin was not happy. The smile fell from Harry's face almost immediately as he caught sight of the silver eyes which were narrowed in a dangerous glare at the back of his little sister's head.

"Sorry Violet, I've gotta go. I'll see you later though, kay?" He said quickly, patting her shoulder a few times as he moved around her and quickly hurried over to his on-coming best friend. "Draco, pause a moment and think about this okay?" He began to say to the blond but instantly snapped his jaw shut when Draco wordlessly grabbed his right arm rather roughly and began to pull him towards the doors out of the Great Hall. Harry struggled slightly to keep up with him but spared a glance back at where Violet was watching him go, looking quite worried. It probably would not be a great idea to call a warning out to her so he remained silent, hoping that the girl would not do something like find a professor or even go after them herself.

Luckily, the youngest Potter did not seem to be in any hurry to "help" him so when Harry was yanked rather sharply into the first empty classroom they came across, he felt at ease in the fact that he was pretty certain that whatever it was that was about to happen would not be interrupted. Of course, considering the way Draco was glaring at him or the way he was currently pinned roughly up against a wall, an interruption might actually be rather welcome.

Harry expected for Draco to demand an explanation from him or at least rant and rave for a little while before finally letting him go. So, when Draco pressed his body against Harry's fully, so not even a centimetre of air separated them, and crashed his lips down on those of the dark haired boy, Harry was more than a little shocked. He did not try to fight it and he did not struggle, he just returned the kiss as well as he could, struggling slightly to mimic Draco's style and experience but doing a fairly good job. When the tongue entered his mouth for the first time, Harry tried his best to take it in his stride and not tense up. He actually did quite well at that, considering it was his first time and it happened without warning.

That heated, desperate kiss filled with possession and desire lasted for countless minutes, draining Harry's oxygen and making his body hum with the pleasure of it all. However, when he felt hands which were not his own begin to unbuckle the belt of his trousers, he felt it was time to draw the line and calm things down.

"Draco..." Harry gasped, breaking his lips away from the blond's. "Draco, I don't think we should..." His sentence was cut off when his lips were once again stolen in a heated kiss. For several seconds, he forgot to think and he just reacted, kissing the Slytherin back with equal enthusiasm. The hands made themselves all too known again though as they actually slipped under the waist band of his trousers. "No, Draco, stop." He breathed, breaking their kiss again and pushing against his friend's shoulders with the hand which was not still holding his gift from Violet.

With a swift jerk and an impressive display of speed which Harry probably would have admired if the situation had been different, Harry's wrists had been seized and held above his head so they were no longer an issue, the knitted hat and scarf falling loose in the process, settling on the floor by their feet. At the back of his mind that was not fogged with arousal or anxiety, Harry wondered when exactly Draco had got so strong.

"You're mine Harry, you should know that." The blond hissed into his ear as his free hand went back to occupying itself under Harry's belt. "But it seems you need a little reminder." And with that, Harry gave a loud moan and pressed his head back against the wall as long fingers wrapped around his erection.

Having never taken a Vow of Chastity, he had experienced the pleasure his own body could give him before. However, that pleasure seemed to pale in comparison to what Draco was doing to him that moment. He was not even completely sure if this was just a hand-job he was getting, it felt so much better than what he usually did to himself. Absently, he wondered if that maybe meant he did it wrong but that thought vanished with a particularly sharp spark of pleasure which had him choking on his own breath.

With great difficulty, Harry managed to convince his eyes to open so he could look at Draco and he was instantly captivated at the sight. The blond's eyes were a shocking shade of silver and looked as though they were practically glowing. They were staring at him with such an intensity but there was also a clear, deep affection in them as well making Harry feel like he was the only person on the planet who mattered and it was a feeling he adored. Another jolt of pleasure ran through him and he breathed out a soft, "Draco" as he leaned forward. His arms were released then and he instantly wrapped them around the blond's shoulders, using them as a pillow for his own head.

"You're so beautiful like this, Harry." Draco whispered to him softly, the movement of his hand on Harry's erection never faltering, remaining steady and smooth. "I've wanted this for so long, wanted you. Every time I was fucking someone else, it was actually you. It was you writhing underneath me, it was you looking up at me with those green eyes of yours. Green eyes that haunt me always; always there, always watching..."

Harry moaned at those words and buried his face a little closer to Draco's neck. A part of himself was disgusted with himself for being positively influenced by such crude words but another part was delighting in it. He had never felt like this before, so wanton and free. Everything combined together into one big delicious sensation which pushed him ever closer to the edge. His breathing was coming out in harsh pants now and he clung to Draco desperately, his weak, shaking knees unable to fully support him on his own. His right hand was carded through the silky strands of blond hair, lightly clenched, as his left hand fisted the sleeve of Draco's robe.

"Uhh, Draco...I think...I'm...I..."

"Good, that's what I want, Harry. I want you to come in my hand, I want you to remember that this is something only I can do for you. No one else can love you like I can and I do, Harry; I love you so much." Draco cooed breathlessly, increasing the pace of his hand.

Harry's hips began to jerk forwards with the movement of Draco's hand of their own accord as he drew closer and closer to his orgasm. He felt like he was on fire, every single nerve ending had turned red hot and it all just served as a reminder of what was happening which pushed him ever closer. And then suddenly it all got too much for him and he went tumbling over the edge. A low cry tore itself out of his throat as he released his seed over Draco's hand and his underwear. He humped helplessly into the pale hand which continued to pump him gently but firmly, each stroke wringing a spasm from his body and causing his breathing to hitch. Very little noise left the dark haired teenager as he was too practised at keeping silent during orgasms but he continued to thrust into Draco's fist until he had drained the very last bit of pleasure he could.

The hand inside his trousers retreated just has Harry lifted his head to look up at Draco's face. Shining, silver eyes stared at him intently and a small, seductive and totally arrogant smirk curved the blond's lips and they slowly parted to allow him to slide a semen-covered finger into his mouth. Harry's jaw dropped at the sight and his eyes drifted shut as his head lulled back. Suddenly, the arm Draco had around him, keeping him on his feet, was gone and so Harry slid bonelessly down the wall into a human puddle on the floor. Not that he cared. He was too sated and relaxed to care about a little thing like staying on his feet.

"Oh Merlin, Harry!" Draco's voice suddenly gasped, sounding completely horrified. "I-I didn't mean to do this so quickly! But I just...I saw you with her and I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I heard you saying no, but I couldn't stop, I couldn't...Oh Merlin, please don't hate me!" He rushed, dropping to his knees so he and the still dazed boy were on the same level.

Harry lifted his head a little and blinked his eyes open to get his sight back into focus before looking up at Draco's panicked expression. The blond seemed tense, as though he wanted nothing more than touch him but was holding himself back just in case he was not wanted. A small, dopey grin spread across the dark haired teenager's lips and he held his arms out to the blonde. "Aren't you supposed to cuddle me after something like that?"

That was all the encouragement that Draco obviously needed as in a second Harry was in his arms, his head pillowed on the blond's shoulder and the arms around him supporting most of his weight. He gave a happy sigh and buried his face against the pale neck right in front on him, draping his arms loosely over his shoulders. This was wonderful: he felt wonderful; Draco felt wonderful; the whole situation was just wonderful and, once again, he found himself asking why they had never done this before. But then, he realised, perhaps he would not have been ready before as he thought about what his reaction might have been at the same time the previous year; he had to admit he did not think he would have taken it so well back then. He felt so completely comfortable at that moment though, especially since Draco had cast a cleaning charm at some point so he no longer had the cooling result of his orgasm coating the inside of his underwear.

"What made you decide I was ready?" Harry murmured against the smooth neck, remembering what Draco had told him a few months before about the person he was in love with; this was more than sufficient proof that he was that person.

"It wasn't really one thing in particular, more like a lot of little things which have stretched on for a while."

"So, uh, what are we now?" The Gryffindor asked slightly awkwardly, closing his eyes as though doing so would help lessen his embarrassment and anxiety. "I mean, are we more than just friends?"

"I would've thought that didn't have to be asked." Draco mumbled into Harry's dishevelled hair, one of his hands coming up to lace through the loosened, thick strands.

"Well, yeah, but I mean, what am I supposed to call you? My boyfriend?"

"Ugh, Merlin no! That term's so...Muggle."

Harry smiled lightly at his reaction. "Well what am I supposed to refer to you as?"

"Maybe...You shouldn't refer to me as anything, for now." Draco told him quietly causing Harry draw back slightly in order to look at him in confusion, the pale hand that had been in his hair dropping as he moved.

"You don't want people to know about...Us?"

"I'd prefer to keep it between us for a little while, so we can get our bearings and settle with each other without having to worry about the opinions of others." The blond explained and it did not need to be said that he was worried about the reaction of Severus to their new, more intimate relationship. The plan to get Harry to fall in love with him completely before telling the Potions Master was not spoken but it was clear.

"All right, if that's what you want." Harry agreed, lowering moving forward again and moulding his body into the comfortable position it had been in before.

"You don't mind?" Draco checked carefully, bringing his hand back up to run through the long strands of loose, dark hair.

"No, I see no real need to tell everyone straight away and I quite like the idea of putting off letting Father know to tell you the truth."

Draco hummed in acknowledgement more than anything and he stiffened his lips in a kiss on top of Harry's head. For a long moment they were both silent until Draco tensed and Harry knew he was about to speak. "Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm so sorry I didn't wait for you."

Harry smiled slightly wistfully. "I forgive you." He murmured quietly, closing his eyes and bringing a hand up to lightly grip the edge of Draco's robe. Another kiss was pressed to the top of his head then but nothing more was said.
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