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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Okay, Sorry for making you guys wait... again, but my beta was extremely busy and so we had a few delays.
As it happens she is actually too busy to beta anymore, so if anyone else is interested in the job let me know. :) Otherwise we will be back to un-beta-ed chapters after this one.
Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, likely sexual content in later chapters; for full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 16/01/2015)

A few days later Harry and Draco had to reluctantly admit, at least to themselves, that Hermione's research had been correct; Draco was noticeably less tired since he and Harry had turned snogging into one of their regular activities. They were both enjoying this development, but neither of them had wanted to discuss taking their relationship any further and becoming sexually active; so, by unspoken agreement, they were giving themselves time to feel comfortable taking that step.
By the following week, Harry had become rather taken with surprising Draco, pulling him into various hidden corners around to school and kissing him senseless; Harry would frequently make the excuse that it was for Draco's health, not that the blond was protesting at all. Draco was rather surprised to find that he actually enjoyed Harry's possessive dominance.
So far, much to their surprise and relief, there was no indication that the other students had managed to work out that they were Erotes, despite Draco's rather distinctive wings being on display; if anyone had figured it out, they were keeping it to themselves. Harry was fairly sure that this was thanks to Hermione's removal of the textbooks, but Draco seemed to think that it was more that the student body were too busy gossiping about the fact that two of Hogwart’s most desired boys were gay, and a couple.
-#-
"Eeeep!" Draco squeaked in alarm, as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and suddenly pulled him through a tapestry.
"See you later, Draco; have fun Potter," Blaise called out without even stopping or looking; continuing on his way to the Great Hall for lunch as if his best friend hadn't just been snatched from his side.
"You made me jump," Draco said breathlessly, pressing his hand over his heart as he gave Harry a mock glare of annoyance.
"Oh, I am sorry, sweetheart," Harry said with a grin, his voice deliberately sweet and heavy with sarcasm and teasing, as he pulled Draco closer against his body; Draco relished how comfortable they had both become with such closeness to one another. "I guess I will just have to make it up to you," Harry all but purred.
Draco only had a second to catch a glimpse of Harry's salacious grin before warm lips pressed against his own. He shivered in delight at the slight buzz of the magical energy transfer and couldn't help but think that he would miss that sensation when the pregnancy was over; his mind helpfully pointed out he could always get pregnant again if he missed it too much.
He froze, stunned and completely caught off guard by his own thought process. He cursed what he had come to think of as his 'stupid Erote brain', which sometimes pushed him to submit to his mate and to trust Harry to protect him. He knew he was only just over a week pregnant, so he felt a little daft for even thinking about the end of his current pregnancy, let alone having another one.
"Erm... Draco?" Harry asked softly. He had stopped kissing the blond the second he felt something was wrong and was now looking at him with concern. "Are you okay?"
"What?" Draco asked dazedly, blinking slowly as he looked up to meet Harry's worried eyes. "Oh, yes, sorry, I'm fine," he answered, with a shake of his head and a somewhat forced smile. "It was just an odd thought that caught me off guard. Can we just go to lunch?" the blond requested.
Harry's brow furrowed as he took in the sight of his mate, watching him calculatingly; Draco was clearly shaken by whatever the thought had been and so Harry nodded his consent. "We can talk about it if you want," Harry offered but Draco shook his head. "I won't push you to, if you don't want to, but just don't hide from me, okay?" he requested, before leaning in to give the blond another brief kiss.
Draco sighed, resting his forehead against Harry's chest. "My Erote brain was just helpfully supplying solutions to problems that aren't problems in the first place," Draco told him somewhat cryptically, as he took a deep breath to steel himself before looking back up at Harry.
Harry just nodded slightly when he realised that he was unlikely to get anything more from him at the moment. "Okay, dinner?" he suggested, offering Draco his hand.
Draco gave him a grateful smile in return and placed his hand in Harry with a nod. And so together they left their hiding place, hand in hand, and headed towards the Great Hall to go join their friends for dinner.
-#-
A little later, following their meal, the three Slytherin friends decided to spend some time together in Harry and Draco's rooms, while Harry was busy with Quidditch practice. Draco, however, didn't seem to be in a very sociable mood, and had been standing with his arms crossed over his chest and scowling at the doorway to the Gryffindor common room for the last fifteen minutes.
Pansy and Blaise were rather worried for their friend, and decidedly curious about what had caused Draco's pensive mood. However, they knew their friend well enough to know that his temper could potentially flare if they asked the wrong question, and so they had been wordlessly arguing for several minutes over who should talk to him.
"Draco, are you going to tell us what is bothering you, this evening?" Pansy asked softly when she finally accepted there was no way Blaise was going to speak up.
Draco let out a huffy breath and turned to look at his friends with a scowl on his face. "I am not just going to spend my life spreading my legs and popping out children for Harry Potter," he said decisively as he started pacing in front of the fireplace. "I am a Malfoy for fuck’s sake," he said firmly, throwing his arms in the air. "I am brilliant and if nothing else I wouldn't want to deprive the world of my talents," he ranted, not specifically at his friends but more at the world in general.
"Erm..." Pansy mumbled, sharing a worried look with Blaise who just shrugs his shoulder. Neither of them had any idea what had put these thoughts in Draco's head. "Who said that you had to?" Pansy asked gently. "Surely Harry didn't..."
"What?" Draco asked, stopping his pacing to give Pansy a confused look. "Oh, no, of course he didn't," he added dismissively, shaking his head and looking at them as though thinking that Harry would ever say such a thing was the height of stupidity; Harry was far too honourable to do such a thing. "My Erote brain just made me think some rather unnerving thoughts earlier," Draco explained.
"Draco," Pansy said patiently, getting to her feet and moving to her friend's side, "you might not have had a say in the child you are carrying now but that doesn't mean that this has to define your life." She put an arm around Draco's shoulder and moved him to the sofa, taking a seat next to him. "Your instincts won't force you to have more children will they? Not like this time?"
Draco shook his head. "No, not like this time," he confirmed, feeling a little calmer now. "Apparently we will feel a strong desire to have more children but our Erote instincts won't take over like that again... thankfully."
"Okay, so it is your choice then," Blaise told him, not really understanding what had Draco so out of sorts."You know that Harry is too much of a Gryffindor to ever make you do something you don't want to, so your life can still be what you want it to be."
"That's just it, it is my choice," Draco said, sighing and resting his head in his hands. He knew he was going to have to explain that, but he wasn't sure he was ready to admit how he was feeling, even to his two best friends. Thankfully they both waited patiently and after a few moments, Draco looked up, his eyes fixed on the lightly-glowing embers in the fireplace. "When he kisses me I can feel the magic transfer, it is all... tingly and actually feels amazing," Draco told them, mentally cursed the blush he could feel rising in his cheeks.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Blaise asked, feeling no less confused.
"Well, yes," Draco said hesitantly. "But I had a thought earlier, that I would miss it when I wasn't pregnant."
"Okay..." Pansy said slowly, waving a hand to show he should continue with his explanation. She too was having trouble seeing the problem, not understanding what had Draco so anxious.
"We were just kissing, like we do all the time, and am not even sure where the thought came from," Draco told them, "but my mind automatically jumped to 'well I can just get pregnant again'." He looked between his two friends, but neither of them looked as disconcerted by this as he felt. "I am just over a week pregnant, which is weird enough in itself, I don't want to be thinking about being pregnant again," he said softly, leaned back on the sofa and stating at the ceiling.
With Draco's gaze elsewhere, Pansy and Blaise were able to share a look of concern. Draco was important to them and this kind of self-doubt was not at all normal for him; it was clear he needed them. As his friends, they would, of course, do what they could to keep him safe; even from his own mind. One thing Draco had always been an expert at, however, was over-thinking things and so it shouldn't have been so surprising to them that he was already getting anxious about his future.
"Draco, you need to not worry about this so much," Pansy told him, causing Draco to look away from the ceiling to glare at her. They were trying to be as supportive as they could, despite knowing their families, particularly the Parkinsons, would likely not wish to associate themselves with Draco now that he was not only technically a creature but also mated to Harry Potter.
It was possible that, when the truth about Harry and Draco became public knowledge, their friend could be left with very little and possibly in a dangerous position. Lucius was a scary man at the best of times but when angry his unpredictable nature made him a force to be reckoned with and it seemed unlikely he would take his son growing wings and becoming pregnant very well. As Draco had worked so hard to keep his inheritance from his own parents it seemed that he was all too aware of this.
However, for Pansy and Blaise, accepting Draco as an Erote had been relatively easy and they could both readily admit that it was actually pretty amazing in some ways. Granted, there were some rather disturbing mental images that came with knowing he was pregnant with Potter's child, but those they found far more troubling than the actual pregnancy or Draco’s inheritance.
"Look,” she said patiently, “you still had enough control of your mind to actually panic over the thought; doesn't it seem likely that you will always be able to do that?” she asked him. “Besides, from what I understand your Erote brain is going to be more or less obsessed with making that child feel loved, so that will keep you distracted for a fair while I would imagine."
“I think Pansy’s probably right on this, Draco,” Blaise said, nodding his agreement. Draco, however, looked unconvinced.
"Whether you believe that or not, Draco,” Pansy went on, “you still don't have to worry about that for at least another nine months or so.”
“I suppose you are right,” Draco admitted, sounding resigned.
“And, in the meantime, you have an obsessively devoted Potter at your beck and call; so why exactly are you not using this to your advantage?" Blaise asked, breaking into a wide grin, and the two friends were delighted when Draco managed a smirk in return as this suggestion sunk in.
"You make an excellent point,” Draco said, sitting up on the sofa. “It would be practically criminal to let such an opportunity pass us by." The blond was definitely looking a lot more like his usual self all of a sudden and Pansy was almost surprised she couldn't actually hear his brain forming plans.
"What do you have in mind, Draco?" she asked, keen to encourage anything that made him this happy.
"I was thinking,” Draco told them, “that a trip to the Quidditch pitch might be in order."
-#-
The weather was surprisingly warm for November, something for which the Gryffindor Quidditch team were particularly grateful as they went into their second hour of practice. Harry had been told he was allowed to retain his place as the team captain and seeker provided he kept his wings retracted at all times; he did understand their point, otherwise it could be considered an unfair advantage meaning that they would likely end up being forced to forfeit whatever match they were playing in at the time.
Having already caught the snitch twice during the practice, Harry was now hovering above his teammates, watching them play; they were actually not doing too badly, in his opinion. Ginny seemed to have finally got her head in the game at least; Harry had caught her just watching him flying several times earlier, much to his annoyance. Jimmy and Ritchie also seemed to really starting to be able to work as a team and were managing to keep the bludgers clear of the others the majority of the time.
"Hey, Harry!" Ginny's called out from a short way across the pitch, and he turned from watching Ritchie whack one of the bludgers to see what she wanted. "We have spies,” she declared, gesturing off towards the Slytherin seating area of the stands. “Unless you want your boyfriend reporting everything back to his team I suggest you ask them to leave."
Harry sighed. While Ron and Hermione had done their very best to accept Draco as part of his life now, Ginny seemed to be doing everything she could to complain, insult and moan about the blond's presence. He knew that his two best friends had been given more of an explanation than Ginny had, and he hoped that that was why she was being so comparatively difficult about it; however, he was a little concerned that it had more to do with the obsession she had had with him.
He had thought she had gotten over that years ago, but sometimes, with the way she had been looking at him since everything with Draco had happened, he was questioning that; he had made a mental note to ask Hermione about it but kept feeling foolish every time he considered doing so. He had also been considering whether he should just explain everything to Ginny but he wasn't ready to start telling other people; he didn't feel like he should have to do so before he was ready, especially given Ginny’s rather legendary Weasley temper.
Harry flew over to her, the rest of the teaming having stopped to watch the pair of them, apparently curious to see how the tension that had been growing between Harry and Ginny was going to play out. "Ginny," Harry said, once he was only a few metres from her, "he isn't even on the Slytherin team anymore, they are just watching."
Ginny made a huffy noise. "Just because he isn't on the team doesn't mean he won't talk to those who are," she pointed out with exasperation, clearly thinking him naive. "He is a Malfoy," she hissed, flying a little closer. "Harry, they can't be trusted."
Harry actually growled at her words. "You really need to get over your issues with Draco, Ginny" he snarled, turning his back on her. "Get back to practice, all of you," he instructed, watching to make sure his team obeyed before and flying over to the Slytherin stands.
"Hi," Harry said, as he reached the stand where the three Slytherins were sat, landing and getting off his broom, "I didn't expect to see you out here." He smiled as he took a seat next to Draco. "Are you sure you're warm enough?" he asked hastily, a frown forming on his face. "Should you really be out here with all the bludgers and such flying around? What if they come near...?"
"Harry! Stop!" Draco exclaimed, interrupting Harry's panicked rant. They both missed the amused expressions Pansy and Blaise were wearing; apparently Blaise's 'obsessively devoted' description was spot on. "I just wanted to watch you fly," Draco explained, taking Harry's hand and giving his mate a chaste kiss. "I am plenty warm enough and honestly your beaters seem to have those bludgers completely under control," the blond said, though he scrunched up his nose and added, "as reluctant as I am to compliment your team."
Harry took a calming breath and pushed away his protective instincts before they could get any more out of hand. "Well as long as you are here to see me and not spy for the Slytherin team, then you may stay," Harry teased with a smile, chuckling a little; he certainly didn't share Ginny's concerns.
Draco, however, made a point of looking outraged. "Spy?" he asked incredulously. "Who the hell do you think you are? I come here and try to be supportive of your place on the Quidditch team, despite the fact that I cannot even play anymore," he went on, dropping his hold on Harry's hand and crossing his arms over his chest, "and in thanks you accuse me of spying?"
If Harry had been able to tear his eyes from Draco's hurt expression, then he might have seen the way that the other two Slytherins were having to hide their faces in their scarves to keep from laughing, their eyes full of mirth. Draco, however, though years of practice, managed to hold his serious expression.
"Oh... I was joking..." Harry said hastily, looking fearful. He had been teasing, and really hadn't thought that the blond would take offence. "I know you wouldn't... Draco... I didn't mean..." Harry was stumbling over his words and hastily took Draco's hands in his own. "I am sorry, Draco," he said earnestly, pleading forgiveness. They had been doing so well lately, and he didn't want to mess it up over something so silly.
"Humph," Draco said, pulling his hands away and looking annoyed, his eye turning from Harry to watch the Gryffindor team practicing. "I thought we were past not trusting each other," he said softly, shaking his head as though sadly.
"We are!" Harry exclaimed. "I mean, I do trust you, I really do. How do I make this right?" he asked. Harry really did look like he was beating himself up and it was the realisation that he was offering to do whatever it took to fix his supposed 'mistake' that made Draco's facade finally crack, the blond breaking out into a small smirk which quickly became an amused smile.
"You sod," Harry said a second later as he realised what had just happened, giving Draco a playful shove to the shoulder. "You weren't mad at all, were you? You were just playing me," he said with a tone of disbelief and a shake of his head. He felt pretty foolish for having fallen for Draco's prank so easily.
"You are so owned, Potter," Blaise said, and he was grinning slightly madly; Harry and Draco both turned to glare at him. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but was interrupted by a shout from out on the pitch.
"Harry," Ron called out, and Harry turned to look towards his best friend. "Are you coming back to training?" the red-head questioned.
"Yeah, just a minute, Ron," Harry responded, turning back to the Slytherins. "I have to go, before someone actually gets mad at me for slacking off as team captain," he told them, pressing a quick kiss to Draco's cheek. "Enjoy the show," he added with a wink, climbing back onto his broom and rejoining him team mates.
"You want to go back to the castle, Draco?" Pansy asked.
"Are you kidding?" Blaise said, laughter in his voice. "And miss watching Harry's arse in that Quidditch uniform? Draco would rather freeze," he told her with mock seriousness.
"Shut up," Draco mumbled under his breath, giving Blaise a gentle shove before turning his gaze back to Harry. The Gryffindor team captain had his back to them and was now giving instructions to his team mates; Blaise had a point, Draco thought to himself, that uniform did do wonderful things to Harry's arse.
-#-
"I don't understand," Ginny said to Demelza as the two of them walked back to the castle after practice. "I mean... Malfoy? What does he see in him?" she asked, apparently oblivious to Harry, Ron, Draco, Blaise and Pansy only a few metres behind her, the wind easily blowing her words to their ears.
"Don't you think it is kind of cute?" Demelza asked her, growing a little tired of hearing the red-head's list of complaints about Harry and Draco's relationship. "Harry seems happy, don't you think?"
"Happy?" Ginny snarled, though she had to admit that he did seem to be. "It has to be some kind of potion or spell," she insisted, feeling frustrated that she seemed to be one of the few who believed this. "He was just starting to notice me when Malfoy sweeps in and... "
"GINNY!" Ron exclaimed suddenly, done listening to his sister making a fool of herself. Ginny and Demelza both jumped a little at the exclamation, spinning around quickly and finally noticing the group behind them.
Harry was looking surprised and disappointed, with Draco pinned to his side protectively, his arm over the blond's shoulder. Draco on the other hand just looked plain pissed. Pansy and Blaise both had their eyes narrowed in anger at the female Weasley and Ron was already half way to his sister clearly ready to give her a piece of his mind.
"I'll... erm... talk to you later," Demelza said to Ginny; she had no interest in sticking around for this particular argument. She gave the others a shy smile before hurrying off in the direction of the castle.
"What is your problem, Ginny?" Ron shouted at his sister as soon as Demelza headed off. "Your obsession with Harry has to stop," he told her, crowding into Ginny's personal space, his eyes narrowed at her. "I don't even remotely like Malfoy yet I am still happy for them. Are you so selfish you can't even manage that? And they say I am the oblivious one," he said turning away from her with a wave of his hand, to look back at Harry and Draco.
"Ginny..." Harry said softly, a sad look in his eyes. He appreciated Ron's words in his defence, but he hated that his relationship was causing this kind of conflict, particularly between Ron and his sister. "It was never like that with us..."
"Oh, don't get all patronisingly sympathetic for the little girl with a crush," Ginny practically yelled, crossing her arms over her chest; she just felt so humiliated. "And definitely don't coming running back when Malfoy fucks everything up," she added. She could feel the tears building in her eyes, but couldn't let Harry, Ron or the Slytherins see them, so she turned and ran.
"Wow, she has some issues," Pansy said as they all watched Ginny running across the grounds, and through the castle doors. "No offence Weasley," she added with a quick flash of half a smile in Ron's direction.
"None taken," Ron said with a sigh and another dismissive wave of his hand. "She is... crazy," he added, as he shook his head in disbelief, hoping to clear his thoughts. He had his own concerns about Harry's relationship with Draco, but he really didn't understand why Ginny was reacting quite so negatively.
"Aren't you curious which potions or spells I used to seduce you, Harry?" Draco asked in an attempt to break the tension, looking up at his mate with a teasing grin.
"Oh, insanely," Harry said with a laugh, "but I thought it would make such good pillow talk later, I didn't want to waste it." Harry stole a kiss and winked at the blond, before letting go of him and jogging the few metres to join Ron, the pair of Gryffindors heading towards the castle.
"Well this was absolutely worth the trip out here tonight just to see Potter and Weasley dismiss Weaslette like that," Blaise told them, once the three Slytherins were alone. He knew that Harry really cared about Draco, but Ron's defence of Harry and Draco's relationship was a pleasant surprise. "The Weasley girl is quite a sight when she is all riled up," he added thoughtfully.
That had both Pansy and Draco turning to look at him like he had just grown a second head, their mouths slightly agape in surprise.
"What...?" Blaise asked innocently.
"Please tell me you do not have a crush of the littlest Weasley," Draco pleaded hopefully.
"What? Err... well..." Blaise mumbled, actually blushing a little, something that was completely out of character. He hadn't really thought about it in such terms, but there was something definitely quite attractive about Ginny, particularly when she was pissed off.
"Oh Merlin, he DOES have a crush on her," Pansy exclaimed, unable to help it when she started laughing. "Oh, this is just priceless."
"I so can't wait to tell Harry about this," Draco told them, breaking out in an amused grin as he started to follow the Gryffindors back up towards the castle.
"No, Draco, please no," Blaise begged, as he jogged to catch up with the blond. "You cannot tell Potter; Potter will tell Weasley, who will either laugh at me or kill me... neither of which I am a fan of."
"Oh don't worry so much, Blaise," Draco assured him, with a wave of his hand. "I thought we already proved tonight that Harry will go to great lengths to keep me happy. He won't let anything happen to my friends because that would upset me and he is perfectly capable of keeping Weasley on a short leash when he needs to." The blond was looking far too pleased with himself.
"You're really going to tell him?" Pansy asked with amusement, as she came up on Draco's other side.
"Of course," Draco declared. "How else would I get him to use his wings to get the Weaslette to make out with Blaise?" he added in a conspiratorial whisper to Pansy, as he leaned in close to her.
She was both a little shocked and impressed, mulling over what Draco was playing at. "Is this about getting Blaise laid or about side tracking the red-headed bint away from your man?" she whispered back, not really wanting Blaise to overhear.
"Can I not do both at the same time?" Draco asked, giving her a devious grin.
"Whatever you two are muttering about is going to end badly for me, isn't it?" Blaise said with a resigned sigh. He was sure that they wouldn't actually do anything too bad to him, but that didn't mean he didn't have reason for concern; Pansy and Draco had both been sorted into Slytherin for very good reasons after all.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Blaise," Pansy said with obviously fake innocence, linking her and Draco's arms, picking up the pace towards the castle. Blaise scowled for a moment before hurrying to keep up with his friends.
-#-
"There you are," Hermione said, the second that Harry and Ron stepped into the Gryffindor common room. "What happened?" she asked, with a look of concern on her face. "Ginny came running through here in floods of tears."
Harry and Ron shared a nervous look, trying to work out what to tell their friend. Harry shook his head at Ron, as he realised there were quite a few of their housemates watching on, though there was no sign of Ginny. "Let's go upstairs," he suggested, indicating in the direction of the boy's dormitory; he could see Dean and Seamus sat at one of the tables in the common room and hoped that Neville was busy too, so they could talk privately.
Hermione frowned at that, but nodded a second later, following as her two best friends lead her up the stairs and into the sixth year boy's dormitory. Harry paused just inside the room, taking a moment to look around; it was slightly weird seeing the room now that it was missing Harry's former bed, but other than that, it looked just as it always had, and he took a seat next to Ron on Ron's bed.
"So, what happened?" Hermione asked as she sat on Seamus' bed, facing the two boys. She didn't think that the Irishman would mind her borrowing it for a short while.
"Ginny was bitching to Demelza about Malfoy," Ron explained with a frown. "Or more about Harry and Malfoy being together, I guess," he clarified, a pensive expression forming on Hermione's face. "But she pretty much implied that he had stolen Harry from her by using some kind of spell or something."
"Yeah," Harry agreed with a nod," but then Ron called her selfish and oblivious." Harry gave his best friend a huge grin. "He was BRILLIANT, Hermione," he exclaimed happily, "he told her that she needed to get over herself and be happy for me, just like he is."
"Yeah," Ron mumbled under his breath, still feeling a little conflicted about actually having defended Malfoy against his sister. "I also said I still don't like Malfoy, so don't go thinking that has changed," he added quickly, wanting to make that much clear; his words had been for Harry's sake, because he knew how much his best friend cared about the blond, not because he was happy with the situation.
"That's just it Ron, don't you see?" Harry asked, still grinning a little madly, and Ron just looked even more confused. "You don't even like my boyfriend and you still completely have my back," Harry explained as he threw his arms around his best friend. "Thank you," he said earnestly, as Ron got over his surprise and hugged him in return.
"I am sorry about Ginny, Harry," Hermione said sadly, as she watched the two boys fondly. "I was really hoping she had moved on."
"Yeah, me too," Harry said, nodding as he pulled back from hugging Ron to look at Hermione. "I just hope she got the message now though, because if she starts trying to win me over or something, Draco will not take that lying down."
"Are you going to tell Draco about what happened?" Hermione asked curiously.
"He already knows," Ron informed her. "Malfoy, Parkinson and Zabini came down to the pitch to watch Harry play..."
"Actually, I think Draco came to have some fun making me squirm in front of his friends..." Harry interrupted, looking rather amused. He still felt a little foolish for what had happened with Draco at the pitch, but there had been no malicious intent behind it, so he didn't really mind.
"Anyway," Ron said pointedly, glaring lightly at Harry for the interruption, "the point is that Malfoy was walking with us back up the castle when we overheard Ginny."
"How did he take it?" Hermione asked, looking nervous; she rather imagined that Draco might be the angry jealous type, and so hoped that the blond wasn't planning to do anything against Ginny. Ron and Harry might have defended Draco against Ginny's words but that didn't mean they would let the Slytherin actually take revenge against her.
"Surprisingly well," Harry said, and there was a hint of pride in his voice that made Hermione think that he had had concerns not so different from her own. "I guess that both me and Ron telling her that she was delusional helped ease his concerns," he told her, "either that or he is every bit as arrogant and self assured as we believed and knows she is no threat to him." Harry paused for thought, before adding "I would actually put my money on the latter."
Hermione and Ron both laughed, glad that Harry was still perfectly aware of exactly who it was that he was mated to, and was actually able to have a bit of a joke about it.
"Well I guess he knows I am not going anywhere," Harry said with an unapologetic shrug. "Even if we weren't bonded and if I didn't like him as much as I do, then there is still no way I would walk away from my kid," he told them firmly with a soft smile on his lips.
"Do you have to look so much like a love-sick puppy when you talk about him?" Ron asked, looking slightly disgusted.
"Oh grow up, Ron," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes. She actually thought it was sweet how much Harry and Draco had come to care for each other in such a short time; she understood that a lot of it was because of how the Erote inheritances had affected them, but she was still glad for it.
"Didn't you hear," Ron said, breaking into a smug grin, "Harry said I am allowed to not like him."
Harry laughed at that, and Hermione shook her head in disbelief, finding herself a little glad that some things would probably never change.
-#-
By the time that Harry crawled into bed a little over an hour later, there was already a half asleep Draco waiting for him. Smiling at the blond fondly, he slipped under the covers next to him and wrapped his arms around Draco, gently encouraging the blond to shuffle closer until Draco was curled up against his chest.
"Blaise has a crush on Weasley," Draco mumbled, his eyes closed as he cuddled up against Harry.
"What?!" Harry exclaimed, leaning back to look at Draco with an alarmed expression. "Please tell me that is a joke, because Blaise and Ron would be just so..."
"Not Ron, you dolt," Draco interrupted, opening his eyes and chuckling at the expression on Harry's face. However, he promptly stopped as the thought of their two best friends making out flashed through his mind. "Oh great, that has given me horrible mental images now," he grumbled, shaking his head. "I meant girl Weasley," he clarified.
"Oooh," Harry said slowly with dawning understanding, before pausing and frowning. "Really?" he asked, and Draco nodded in confirmation. "Well I didn't see that one coming. He confessed this?"
"Not deliberately, no," Draco admitted. Blaise hadn't actually said it in so many words, but he knew his best friend well enough to know it was true from Blaise's reaction. "He was also quite against me telling you," Draco said, giving Harry a coy smile.
"You so have a plan, don't you," Harry stated, and rolled his eyes. He could practically hear the cogs turning in Draco's brain, plotting various schemes, and he was just glad they weren't against him on this occasion.
"I was thinking we could set them up," Draco said sweetly, managing an almost convincing impression of an innocent person.
"Are you trying to find her someone other than me to focus on?" Harry asked fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of Draco's head. "And here was me thinking that you were smart enough to know better than to think she was a threat."
"I do know that, Harry," Draco said quite seriously, looking Harry in the eye. "Like anyone would choose to leave me," he added with a scoff, "I am incredible."
"Yes, you are incredible," Harry said, shaking his head in disbelief and laughing at the blond, cuddling him close. "Also very modest," he added sarcastically, before giving Draco a serious look. "You know I am not going anywhere, right?"
"Yes, I know that, Harry," Draco said softly, relaxing in Harry's arms. "Does that mean you won't help me set them up?" the blond asked, turning to Harry with sad eyes, apparently surprisingly good at the kicked puppy expression.
"Now, I didn't say that, did I," Harry pointed out with a smirk. "If you think we can pull it off, you can count me in; though when Ron gets pissed about it I am telling him it was your idea," he added, knowing that Ron was not going to be at all pleased about the idea of his sister doing anything with Zabini.
"So much for being my great protector," Draco said with an overly dramatic sigh, "throwing me to the wolves... well the weasels anyway," the blond added with a chuckle.
"Absolutely," Harry declared, unrepentantly, "unless you're telling me that you think you're no match for Ron?" he asked challengingly, raising an eyebrow at the blond.
Draco spluttered and looked indignant for a moment but slowly a smile crept back onto his face. "Fine," he said sweetly, looking pleased with himself "I just hope you weren't planning on getting laid any time soon." Draco was still smirking as he gave Harry a small teasing kiss, before closing his eyes. "Goodnight, Harry," he said softly.
Harry was too stunned to speak but, as he too closed his eyes, a small smile played on his own lips as he thought to himself, 'Well played, my precious Slytherin, very well played'.

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djaddict - We are getting there, a few more chapters before we have a lemon scene at most I think
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ritsu66 - I already have devious plans for Blaise as you could probably tell from the end of this chapter.
meechypoo64 - I really like their sharing emotions ability
chaos lady - I believe it will be either chapter 6 or 7 when we will see more about Lucius. so soon.
tony - would love to write more and more often, but sadly I am also at university and in the process of writing several other stories as well.
nari - I already have plans for both Blaise and Hermione, as you can probably tell ;)
hollibell - thank you for paris idea. ^_^ And I know, I wanted them to get REALLY close to going too far.
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