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Chapter List
- 1-Kinder, Kindler, Kindlier
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 12
- 5
- 6
- 7
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Draco knew he could not stop smiling and that he must look
like a bloody idiot�from the sidelong glances of his parents at the table that night if nothing else.

�� He did not
care.

�� He had
something he had never had: the promise of a challenge that would not turn on
him and bite him.

�� It was the
way he had sometimes felt before Quidditch games. But he knew in his heart of
hearts that he would never succeed at Quidditch in the way he wanted to, not so
long as Potter was playing in the position of Seeker. He simply had too much
talent. Draco could watch and play and envy, and
nothing would make any difference. So Quidditch was always haunted by the fear
of failure, which dimmed the joy.

�� The same
thing would have happened to him if he had tried to set up in business for
himself immediately after the war, something he didn�t think Severus
understood. Severus could talk all he liked about ambition and the right to
create and how a strong will could stand up against the sneers of the public,
but Draco�s fear of failure was too strong. He had known that, and decided that
what he would do instead was engage in a series of predictable moves, stupid
love affairs that he knew would end
but which he couldn�t care enough about to make that ending painful for more
than a few days.

�� He had not
thought he would grow past that, even when he got more and more frustrated with
it and with himself.

�� And then
here came rescue, from an unexpected direction.

�� Draco
snorted into his soup, which made bubbles rise from the surface and stares rise
on his parents� faces. They had trained him not do to that, said their eyes. He
knew better. But Draco couldn�t care about that, either.

�� Fitting that Potter should be the one to
rescue me, he thought, and picked up his napkin to mop the soup on his face
away.

�� That was
apparently too much for his father, who sat up and gathered that chill silence
around him that he usually used before he spoke. Once, Draco had cowered in
fear and awe when that happened, and wished to imitate it. Then he had wrapped
himself in indifference. Now he sat up and paid attention, but it was more for
amusement value than anything else. No matter what Lucius said, he couldn�t
stop this.

�� No one could, Draco thought, and felt like
hugging himself.

�� I wish to
know what young witch makes you react in such an inappropriate manner,� Lucius
said. His voice was so cold that Draco had to nod to him in recognition. His
father thought that even infatuation was no excuse for bad manners. That made
Draco picture what it would be like when Pot�Harry and Severus ate with them at
the same table, and he had to struggle to hold his laughter back.

�� Not a
witch, Father,� Draco said. He saw no point in trying to lie. Their dates might
be private, for the moment, but their relationship wouldn�t be. Draco had a
good thing in his life, finally, a challenge that tempted him too much to fear
it, and that he would have help in succeeding at it. He leaned forwards and
smiled directly into Lucius�s face. �A man. Well, two
men,� he added, savoring the words as he said them. He hadn�t been lying when
he told Pot�Harry that he�d been with more than two people at once before, but
it had always been temporary, usually when one of the partners decided they wanted
Draco for a little while. �One of them is Harry Potter, and one is Severus.�

�� The world
all around him was ice. A single crack would send repercussions and
consequences bouncing down on his home. At least, that was the impression that
Draco knew his father wanted him to take out of this conversation. But it
wasn�t the impression that he would be
taking, because sitting and staring no longer impressed Draco the way it used
to, even when it was Lucius doing it.

�� Why would
you do such a thing?� his mother asked from her end of the table.

�� Draco faced
her. She had a leaf of lettuce still left on her plate and had just put down
her fork, apparently to signal that she would eat no more tonight. Her gaze on
Draco was pensive, her hands folded atop each other. Draco found it hard to
tell what she was thinking, despite her question. She might be as distressed as
his father, or she might be allowing him a chance to explain himself.

�� Because I
want to,� Draco said. �And I want them. And they want me.� The words came out
of his mouth like sweet wine, curled and foamed on his tongue. And they were
much easier to speak than he had thought they would be. Draco sighed and
stretched his arms above his head to celebrate his freedom, while he watched
his parents attentively for their next move.

�� Such an
alliance will not help you to win a bride.� His mother�s voice was calm and
warm, so that someone watching her might have thought she approved, but Draco
could see the clamp of her fingers on the other hand.

�� I know,�
Draco said. �But I�m starting to think that I don�t want a bride. Why else
would I have chosen so many lovers that I couldn�t marry, except that I was
seeking a way out of your expectations? And now I have one.�

�� You know
what will happen if you do not marry,� Lucius said. His voice was a growl, only
barely holding onto words. Draco faced him with a slight smirk. He had a good
idea of why his father was so angry. He had been ignored, and Draco had not reacted with a cower
and a whimper to his glare.

�� I know,�
Draco said. �The Malfoy line will die out. Except I don�t think it will. I can
have a child without being married, after all.�

�� Lucius
staggered back in his seat, flailing out with one hand as if he thought his
cane stood next to his chair. Draco raised his eyebrows. His father had never
needed the cane; it was an affectation. This was the first time Draco had
thought the gesture of reaching for it looked real.

�� You cannot
mean that,� Narcissa said, her voice low and all the more piercing because of
it. �You know that a bastard child cannot inherit the Malfoy properties and
continue our name.�

�� Maybe
there are more important things than the Malfoy properties and name in the
world,� Draco said, just to watch their faces. He enjoyed that for a minute, then continued, �And I could always adopt the child. Bastard
children have been legitimized before.�

�� His mother
and father grimaced simultaneously. Yes, that had happened, and the Malfoys had
several former bastards in their bloodline, but none of their descendants liked
to remember the fact. Draco was beginning to think that it was time they
remembered it.

�� Why go
through such trouble, when you could simply marry and have a child?� Lucius was
trying to sound calm, but he only sounded ill. I�ve really upset him, Draco thought gleefully. Good. It�s time I paid them back for all their years of nagging me to get
married already and give them grandchildren�grandchildren they didn�t want for
themselves, but because that was the only way to see the bloodline continue. �You
could find a compliant wife, one who would not care about�certain activities.�

�� I don�t
want one,� Draco said cheerfully. �I think getting married would be the greater
trouble. And I�m excited to see where this goes, with Harry and Severus. It
might be to a wonderful place.�

�� His mother
had flinched during that little speech, and after a moment of concentration,
Draco thought he had traced the flinch to his speaking Harry�s first name. He
clamped his mouth shut so he wouldn�t burst out laughing. It worries her to hear me say that, does it?
Perhaps she thinks that I�ll be more likely to change my mind and tire of him
if I don�t treat him like a lover.

�� Draco made
a private decision in that moment: he would treat Harry well, whatever the
temptation to sneer and berate him, and he would continue to do so. There were
many reasons to do so, including the fact that Harry would leave him if Draco
acted like a prat, but this was extra incentive. His
parents wanted them separated, and that, for Draco, was all the more incentive
to remain attached.

�� This is so
sudden,� his mother said, recovering and obviously trying a new tactic. �Why
should you want two men as lovers, Draco?�

��

�It�s nothing I haven�t had
before,� Draco said pointedly, meeting her eyes and hoping she remembered some
of the scandals that had clung to his name in the last few years.

Narcissa passed her hand briefly in
front of her eyes. Draco would have felt sorry for her if he thought she
actually had a headache, but he doubted it. She was trying to accept that he
had challenged her authority and ability to set a guard over his life, and
could not.

�But never for a long time,� Lucius
said, either wanting to spare his wife or thinking that it was too long since
the world had had the benefit of his wisdom. �Never permanently. You talk this time
as if you thought you would�settle down.� He gave a cruel twist to the last few
words, which caused Draco to laugh outright.

�� That�s the
very thing you�ve been urging me to do, Father,� he said. �Does it somehow
become a less worthy goal when you don�t approve of my partners?� Emphasizing the plural made them
look even more ill.

�� I was
willing to tolerate youthful indiscretions,� Lucius said, looking more and more
grave the more Draco thwarted him, �because I thought that you knew better, and
having your way when you were young could do you no harm.� Draco rolled his
eyes and snorted, and Lucius leaned against the table to glare at him. �You
will respect me when I am speaking to you!�

�� But what have you said that�s worthy of respect?� Draco
shook his head. �You�ve always urged me to make my own decisions and come to my
own conclusions. Now, the minute I try, you turn against me. That suggests that
you don�t really know what you want me to do, except get married. And then I
would live here with you, of course, and my wife and I would always be under
your control.�

�� Draco, no.� Narcissa spoke softly, but that could not
disguise the tears that had sprung to her eyes. Draco flinched automatically,
and then reminded himself that his mother could summon those tears at a
moment�s whim. She had done the same thing to the Dark Lord when he occupied
the Manor, often as a means of convincing him that he had hurt her far more
than he really had. �That is not what we wanted at all. We envisioned ourselves
as a pure-blood family, living together with all the generations in one house,
the way that our ancestors did. Your children will know us from their youngest
years. Your wife will have our support and company when you are not present, as
you will have ours when she is not. We will be able to teach your children
without traveling a great distance to do so.�

�� For a
single moment, Draco could picture exactly what she was talking about. A contained society, an idyll within Malfoy Manor. Yes, it
would be a way of life that their ancestors had nurtured and chosen over any
other, and Draco could feel the attraction of it.

�� But those
imagined walls could not stand against Harry and Severus�s smiles. Draco shook
his head. �I understand what you mean, but in practice it would work out so that you had control of my wife and
me. I need more independence than that.�

�� Lucius
surged to his feet. Draco sat still in his chair out of old habit; when his
father moved that fast, it meant he was seriously angry.

�� If you
want independence so badly,� Lucius said, �you may have it. I want you out of
the Manor in two hours.�

�� Draco felt
his mouth sag open. He knew it was unattractive and Severus would shake his
head if he were here, but his father had genuinely
stunned him. �You�re kicking me out?� he asked.

�� What part
of my command to leave did you not understand?��
Lucius was enjoying himself now, if the way he leaned back against his
chair and planted a hand on his hip was any indication. �You will leave in the end, Draco. You cannot
resist my power here. I can have the house-elves throw you out if you try.�

�� Draco sat
motionless, staring at his father for long moments. Then, against his will, he
looked sideways at his mother, trying to determine if she would fight for him.

�� Narcissa
sat with her hands still folded, her face cold and still. It seemed that it was
more important for her to hide her emotions than to stand up for her only
child.

�� Draco took
a deep breath, and did something daring, something that he would not have been
able to imagine only two days ago. He rose to his feet and gave a nod to Lucius
that he thought would have done credit to a Wizengamot member faced with a law
that undid every law he had ever fought for.

�� Very
well,� he said. �As you wish it. I will leave in no
more than an hour, so as not to cause you too much inconvenience.� He turned
away and made his way towards the stairs that led up to the first floor, though
he was already planning to stop by the kitchens and ask for a basket of
provisions. No one could cook where he was going like the Manor house-elves.

�� Draco,
stop!� Lucius had the ring of frigid authority in his voice, and Draco paid
tribute to it by pausing in the middle of the room and gazing back at his
father with wide eyes, not innocent, but scornful.

�� I will,
Father, but I�m not sure why you want me to,� Draco told him. �After all, you were the one who ordered me out of
the Manor.�

�� This is
not what I wanted,� Lucius said, looking even more stern,
as if that would somehow make a difference when he had done something so
offensive to Draco. �I wanted you to remain with us, as your mother said, long
after you were married and a father in turn.�

�� Yes, yes.�
Draco waved his hand dismissively, delighted with the
new role he was playing, but determined not to let that show on his face. If
Lucius thought for one moment that Draco found pleasure in this unexpected
reversal, he would know that it wasn�t such a reversal after all, and he would
take it away. �And I�m sure I can understand why the destruction of that vision
should hurt you. I am not so lacking
in empathy.� He measured his words carefully and met Lucius�s eyes with great
meaning, so that his father could not miss who he thought was lacking in empathy. �But since I am not going to marry any
simpering pure-blood witch and give you your first desire, I think it only fair
that I should give you the second. I am leaving, Father. As you commanded,� he
added, and smiled charmingly.

�� He started
off again.

�� Halt!�
Lucius snapped behind him, but Draco only laughed inwardly at his father�s
archaic diction and continued walking.

�� As he had
suspected, neither of his parents pursued him out of the dining room. They had
certain standards to maintain, and not being seen distressed by the house-elves
was one of them.

�� Draco was
perfectly happy for it to be so, since it gave him time to stop by the kitchens
and order a large basket of food, along with spells that would magically preserve
the food until removed from the basket. He had remembered the preservation
spells ever since he had sneaked a basket to Hogwarts one year and awakened one
morning with the smell of rotting fruit haunting his bedsheets.

�� The
house-elves wept and squeaked and wrung their hands when they understood that
he was leaving, but none of them refused to help. Until Lucius said otherwise,
Draco was still part of the Malfoy family and entitled to their services. Draco
stayed a few minutes to give his orders and to make sure that the elves had
already started to fulfill them, and then went up to his bedchamber.

�� It was the
work of a few moments to decide which robes he was taking along; he had few
that he really liked, as opposed to
many that were meant as formal wear and to impress other people. Then he opened
his old school trunk and began to pack it with Potions books. Those were the
most essential, given that the shop was supposed to open shortly and he would
have to keep up with the brewing.

�� He took
along a few items of sentimental value as well�old photographs, a school Snitch
he had �liberated� from Hogwarts at the end of his last year there, and a lock
of Pansy�s hair that she had pressed on him to remember her by. Draco inhaled
the scent with his nose a few inches from it and wondered what she would say
when she learned what he was doing.

�� Probably
laugh and then agree with his father. Draco shrugged and wrapped the lock of
hair in a twist of paper to keep it safe. There were reasons that she had chosen
her husband over him.

�� He glanced
around his rooms one more time, and bade a silent farewell to the children who
had inhabited it: the smug little boy who had been sure that he was the center
of his parents� lives and they couldn�t do anything that didn�t involve him;
the Hogwarts student who had spent his summers plotting revenge against Potter;
the terrified Death Eater who had crawled up here and lain down for a few hours
of nightmare-broken sleep; and the drifting, listless person he�d been in the last
few years.

�� I could have changed things so much sooner
if I�d just tried, Draco thought, as he shrank the trunk and put it in his
pocket, then did one last sweep with his wand to make sure that nothing truly
valuable had fallen behind the shelves or the bed. I pretended I was depressed, but that�s not true. All I needed was a good kick in the arse.

�� He walked
towards the window and cast a Summoning spell that would pull in his broom, his
Quidditch leathers, and a few other possessions from the shed outside. His owl,
Endymion, came floating in from the Owlery and gave a
questioning hoot.

�� Yes, we�re
off,� Draco told him, with a scratch to his ears. He smiled. �And won�t Potter
be surprised to see me.�

*

�� Harry
blinked. He�d had so many strange-looking autograph seekers on his porch in his
time that he thought nothing could surprise him anymore, but he should have
realized that wasn�t the case.

�� Hullo,�
Draco said. He was carrying a broom and had an owl on one shoulder, and he
brushed past Harry and into his house like he owned the place. He cast a glance
around at the walls and the floor and, seemingly, everything else in the main
room, and sniffed. �Not much, but needs must when one�s parents have got rid of
one,� he said, and fired off a few spells, sending his broom and the first of
what seemed to be several trunks to various corners of the room.

�� Turning
around and leaning on the door for support, Harry pounced on this first
indication of a possible explanation. �Your parents kicked you out? Why?�

�� For dating
you and Severus,� Draco said, and smiled sweetly over his shoulder. �I hope
that you�re a good cook, but I�ve come prepared in case you aren�t,� he added,
and placed a large basket on the floor.

�� Harry shut
his eyes, took a deep breath, and held it while he counted to twenty. That had
never really helped to tame his anger, but it made him act on it in more
constructive ways. When he opened his eyes, he could ask the questions that he
needed to ask.

�� Why the
fuck did you come here, Malfoy?� he asked, and it was in a calm voice, not the
scream that he wanted to use. �Surely you have friends who could shelter you.�

�� Not so
many, these days, when they�re all obsessed with their jobs or their families.�
Draco cocked his head to the side as if studying a patch of wall Harry had left
bare, then nodded and waved his wand. A shelf sprang out of nowhere, and Draco
opened another trunk and began unpacking his books. He shot Harry a look that
cut through the swinging strands of blond hair in front of his face and made
him appear cool and distant and sophisticated. �And it�s Draco.�

�� Harry
sighed. �Right. I knew that.� He groped for another
solution; he had known that things would change when he decided that he wanted
to date two men, but this wasn�t one of the ones he had counted on. �Why not
take shelter with Severus?�

�� Draco
straightened up and stared at him. �In that tiny room he has? When he can
barely house himself? Don�t be
stupid.�

�� Harry felt
his face burn, and he nodded feebly. He should have thought of that, especially
since he�d been up to Severus�s room.

�� I�m going
to expect you to clean up after yourself, Malf�Draco,�
he warned when he saw Draco standing back with his hands on his hips and
studying the corners of the main room. �No house-elves here.�

�� Draco gave
him a beaming smile. �Oh, I know. But it won�t be harder to achieve a higher
standard of cleanliness than this.�
He swept his hand around in a circle, and Harry followed the gesture with a
frown. A few things were dusty, but he had them neatly arranged, and he cast
the Cleaning Charms at least once a week. He really didn�t see what Draco could
find to object to.

�� What do
you mean?� Harry asked defensively. �I like it this way.� The room was full of
chairs where his friends could sit when they came by, a circle of them that
would hold the entire Weasley family, and it had a big fireplace. On one side
was the door that led into the kitchen. There was a small shelf with some of
his books, mostly mindless wizarding novels that he liked to grab when he sat
by the fire at night, and the table nearest the kitchen held his wireless.
There was nothing wrong with it.

�� You have
no decorations,� Draco said with the kind of exaggerated patient tone that
Harry had heard him use on Crabbe and Goyle at Hogwarts. �Where are your
portraits? Your photographs? Your
landscapes?� He paused, and a sneer crept into his voice. �Your Order of Merlin?�

�� That thing is packed away and won�t be
seeing the light of day ever again,� Harry said firmly. �Not even you could
think it was less than hideously ugly.�

�� Draco
laughed. �Maybe you do have some taste after all,� he murmured. �But seriously,
Harry, I can�t live like this. Let me decorate for you.�

�� What would
you put up?� Harry demanded. �I don�t know that I can trust your taste,
either.�

�� Draco
cocked his head to the side and smiled enigmatically. �Let me show you, and
then you can see.�

�� Harry
groaned. It would be simpler to give in than to argue about it, especially when
he didn�t care, so he nodded. �Fine. Now. Do you still have
access to a vault of your own, or are you going to depend on the money that we
make from the shop?�

�� Draco
blinked. �I can�t imagine that my parents would strip me of my vault. Or be
able to, for that matter. The one I own is given to each heir when he comes of
age, and my father doesn�t have the power to take it back.�

�� Good,�
Harry said shortly. �Then you�re going to be paying me rent of a Galleon a
week.�

�� What?� Draco squawked, his hair almost
appearing to stand on end like ruffled feathers. �You�re mad! I could get a
room in the Leaky Cauldron and all the food I wanted for a week with that kind
of money! Plus someone to clean up after me.� He again
gave Harry�s main room a scornful glance.

�� Then why
don�t you?� Harry folded his arms.

�� There was a
long standoff where Draco glared, apparently under the assumption that it would
change things, and Harry stood there implacably. Then Draco heaved a great,
put-upon sigh and dug into his pocket, pulling out a Galleon that he tossed at
Harry. Harry caught it and nodded to him.

�� I do
cook,� he said. �And well. But it�s going to be up to you whether you want to
eat it.� He cast another glance at the basket Draco had carried in. �It seems
you have more than enough supplies there to last you.�

�� Draco was
smirking again in a moment, complacent in a fashion Harry had to bite his lip
to keep from telling him was unattractive. �This is from the Manor
house-elves,� he said. �They can cook better than the ones at Hogwarts. I was continually
in agonies when I was at school, for fear that the elves there would create
something that would upset my delicate stomach.� Ignoring Harry�s snort, he dug
in the basket. �You have to taste
this,� he added, taking something out and tossing it to Harry.

�� Harry
surveyed it with a jaundiced eye. It appeared to be an apple that had barely
survived its encounter with the teeth of a rabid crocodile. It had slits in it
that were stuffed full of sugar and roasted nuts and Merlin knew what else.
Harry caught a glimpse of something yellow that he was sure wasn�t natural.

�� Take a
bite,� Draco urged him when he stood there, with the increasing temptation to
drop the apple on the floor.

�� Harry took
a look at him and sighed. Exasperating or not, this was the man who was
his�boyfriend, or partner, for right now, and who would be one of his lovers
soon. Harry had wanted a challenge.
Besides, this was probably not the strangest thing Draco would ask him to do.
He lifted the apple to his mouth and bit.

�� A moment
later, he was greedily devouring it, trying to understand how so many different
kinds of sweetness could exist in such a small space, while Draco laughed and
stood there with bright, smug eyes.

�� Good,
isn�t it?� he asked when Harry finished and licked his fingers. Then he paused,
and his eyes turned even brighter. Harry looked at him, struggling with his
pride; he wanted to ask for another apple, but wasn�t sure he could stand to.

�� Then Draco
took a few steps forwards. Harry froze, unsure of what would happen next.

�� Draco took
his chin in a gentle but firm hand and kissed him. He darted his tongue into
Harry�s half-open mouth, as if to gather the taste of the sugar and sweetness,
and then a moan vibrated out of his throat and into Harry�s.

�� Harry reacted
after only a moment of standing there stupidly, which he thought was an
improvement over what had happened the last time one of his dates kissed him.
He fisted his hands in Draco�s hair and licked and kissed and bit at his lips,
nipping hard enough that Draco gave a little squeal and acted as if he would
draw back. But Harry didn�t want to let him go, and increased the pressure of
his tongue and his hold until Draco gave in and let him control the kiss.

�� When they
pulled back, they were panting, and Harry was glad Draco couldn�t feel how hard
he was. Draco stared at him and then began to smirk.

�� Harry,
however, was thinking of something else.

�� How is
Snape going to feel about this?� he demanded.

�� Severus, Harry,� Draco corrected,
running his fingers through Harry�s hair and catching at a snarl that he
yanked. Harry cursed and stumbled closer to him, and Draco caught him with one
arm, his smirk broadening. Harry pushed away in irritation, and Draco laughed,
a bolt of sound that he didn�t need to
know ran straight to Harry�s groin.

�� Fine,
then, Severus,� Harry said, folding his arms and doing his best to appear
stern, so that Draco wouldn�t get any ideas about what he could and couldn�t
do. �But he won�t like us living together and kissing
on our own, will he?�

�� Why should
he mind it?� Draco reached out again, and as Harry shifted to the side, only
managed to brush his palm down the middle of Harry�s shoulder. That appeared to
be enough for him, for he sighed deeply and then gave most of his attention to
the conversation. �We�re all lovers now. Would you mind it if I�d gone to him instead and we were kissing and
touching when you weren�t there?�

�� Harry
refused to pay attention to the sharp squirm of jealousy that said, yes, he
would mind it, and strongly. �Haven�t you seen the way he looks at us?� he
asked.

�� As if he desires us? Yes, of course.� Draco gave a fluid
shrug. He was watching Harry�s shoulder with a fixed stare. Glancing down,
Harry could see nothing important there, save perhaps that his shirt had
shifted aside and revealed part of his collarbone. He tugged it back up, and
this time Draco�s sigh was disappointed.

�� As if he
could become jealous very easily,� Harry said. �Almost as soon as he could
after you and I had talked, he wanted to talk to me, in private. I think he saw
us and did that on purpose. He won�t like feeling left out.�

�� Draco
scowled and opened his mouth to argue, then closed it and appeared to consider
carefully. �Maybe you�re right, at that,� he said at last. �But he�s got to see
that I need to live somewhere, and
his rooms are just too small.�

�� Harry took
a deep breath. His head was spinning with his own madness, and he hesitated,
about to take his suggestion back on the brink of making it.

�� Then he
shook his head and plowed ahead. Who was supposed to be the brave one in this
strange partnership, if not him?

�� Listen,�
he said. �What if�I mean, I have enough money. Severus even glances at me
sometimes as if he wonders why in the world I want to own my own business, when
I have a few fortunes locked away��

�� Get to the
point, Potter.� Draco�s eyes had narrowed and his arms had folded as if he
suspected, somehow, that Harry intended to play a trick on him and didn�t want
to be caught unawares.

�� What if we
all lived together?� Harry blurted out. �I have enough to buy a bigger house,
and I�d miss this one, but I could keep it as a kind of private retreat if I
wanted, and��

�� Draco
stepped towards him and touched his arm, his fingers spreading out in an
intimate, distracting way that was quite enough to shut Harry up. �Be still,�
he whispered.

�� Harry went
still, miserable that he had made the suggestion now. Obviously, Draco was
unused to sharing a small space with just one person; why would he want to make
it two? He had probably come to Harry�s house only because he knew the
pleasures of inconveniencing Harry would outweigh the inconveniences for
himself.

�� Then
Draco�s fingers tightened into a warm clasp like a bracelet, and Harry looked
up.

�� Draco�s
face was less than an inch from his, and his smile was so bright and soft that
Harry nearly looked to the door to see if Severus had arrived. It was
impossible to believe that he could be the source of something so wonderful.

�� That�s a
marvelous idea,� Draco breathed, and he soundly kissed Harry again.

�� I could get used to this, Harry thought,
bringing his fingers up and locking them through Draco�s hair. I really could.

*

�� usmorgan: Thanks! Hermione won�t
remain in ignorance much longer, but I want to concentrate on their relationship
among the three of them for right now.

�� starstruck86:
Thank you! Unfortunately, as you can see from this chapter, the story is
twisting in a different direction, but we�ll hopefully get there eventually.

�� I�m really
glad you enjoy my threesome writing, and my Severus.

�� Mia: Thank
you! Ron in this story gets to be the mature and thoughtful one for once, since
I don�t write him that way often.

�� Yes, but
Snape is not a normal person. He thinks everyone should be proper and
understand him at all times. Draco offers an analysis of him later in the story
that�s pretty much the way I see him.

�� tamikolee: Thanks for reviewing.

�� yaoiObsessed: Thank you!
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