Weekend At The Weasleys (NC-17)

SUMMARY:
[Companion piece to 'This Could Be Yours']
True to their promise, Harry and Draco spend the weekend during the summer at The Burrow.
Just how does Draco do in these foreign surroundings? And how do the Weasleys take to their rather unique house guest?

"Draco, you can't wear that," Harry stated, shoving the last of his clothes into his backpack.

Draco was standing in the bathroom door leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed. He raised a perfect eyebrow at Harry. "I already am," he replied with a shrug. "What difference does it make?"

Harry sighed. "I told you. I want us to make a good impression on Mrs Weasley. She didn't need to invite you to stay, but she did and she's really looking forward to having us there."

"Then is shouldn't matter what I wear," Draco said with a sniff. "I like my arse in these."

Harry turned around to shoot Draco an exasperated glare. Draco was dressed in a skin-tight white t-shirt that topped an almost equally tight pair of dark blue jeans. A black belt and stunning silver belt buckle with his initials engraved on it completed the outrageous ensemble. The buckle complimented the chunky silver chain he had around his neck, and his hair was hanging softly around his face. "I like when you don't use the gel," Harry told him approvingly. "But don't get shitty with me if your clothes get all sooty from the Floo."

"We're Flooing?" Draco squeaked. "I just assumed we were…" he trailed off.

"Apparating?" Harry asked with a snort. "I could probably manage that with my backpack, but you have a bloody great suitcase, so it's not possible."

"Maybe you could Floo with our bags and I could -"

"Forget it," Harry said with a laugh.

"Awww, Harry…" Draco whined, stamping his foot slightly. "I really, really love you! And I'll let you fuck me in the shower!"

Harry smirked, flinging his bag over his shoulder. "About that, love," he started regretfully. "I'm not really sure what the sleeping arrangements and such are going to be. I don't think fucking in the shower there is a good idea. It's a small house. You'll have to wait until I get back next week."

"Fuck no!" Draco gasped. "Surely we would be sleeping in the same room?"

"Probably, but I'm not so sure about the same bed. Mr and Mrs Weasley might not be as open-minded as your Mum. I don't really know for sure. It's not something I've ever discussed with her," Harry mumbled with a blush. "I think it might be best if we just hold off while we're there."

"But you're staying on a week longer than me!" Draco cried, horrified. "I can't last over a week without a shag, Harry! I can't!"

Harry scoffed. "You lasted fine before we started having sex," he pointed out. "And when I was in hospital."

"Before we…? That was bloody ages ago! And I was distraught when you were in hospital!" Draco argued. "We've been here at the Manor every night together for nearly two months and fucked every single one of those nights! It's a need now! I haven't even wanked since we left school!"

"All the more reason why a break will be good for us," Harry insisted. "Recharge the batteries, so to speak."

"Batteries? What the hell is that? I've heard my dick called a lot of things, but batteries isn't one of them!" Draco huffed.

"It's a Muggle saying," Harry said. "Get used to it, Lawyer Man."

"That's the first and last time you call me that," Draco stated, aghast. "You haven't stopped with the lawyer jokes since I got accepted into Oxford. Aren't you getting bored?"

"Not particularly," Harry shot back with a laugh. "Hey, aren't I allowed to be proud of my boyfriend?"

"Of course you are," Draco said. "So much so that I think you should show him how proud you are of him… in bed… naked… preferably by licking chocolate off him again."

"Mrs Weasley is expecting us in fifteen minutes. We need to leave now," Harry told him.

"Anyone would think you didn't want my dick!" Draco cried. "I'm standing here in my best jeans with a cock as hard as your broom and you haven't even looked at it once! Not to mention you are turning a fuck down. I'm appalled!"

"You're becoming a sex addict," Harry laughed. "Three times last night, Draco! Two of which you instigated!"

Draco pulled on his leather jacket. "Just you wait. You will be gagging for it within hours! You think you're all Mister-I-Can-Live-Without-Fucking now, but you wait until you actually can't have it!" he sniffed indignantly.

Harry pursed his lips in amusement. "I have no problem wanking in the bathroom for a few days. You won't spontaneously combust without a fuck, Draco."

"How do you know?" Draco said. "Without appropriate release, I could explode at any moment."

"You can appropriately release in your hand in the bathroom then," Harry said with a smirk. "Oh, quit sneering and give me a kiss."

Draco shuffled over to Harry and snuggled into his arms as he gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "It's not just the sex, you know," he muttered. "I'm used to having you close and it's going to be bollocks if we can't at least sleep in the same bed. You're like an old pillow -"

Harry sniggered. "Gee, thanks."

"No, I mean sleeping just isn't the same without you anymore. You keep me warm, and you don't give a shit when I wrap my cold toes around your ankles to warm them up. You always cover me back up when I kick the covers off, and push me back onto my side when I starfish in bed," Draco explained. "Hogwarts and here are really the only other places I have slept over night, believe it or not. I didn't even sleep over at my friends places when I was younger."

Harry squeezed Draco tighter. "You really can be insecure when you want to be," he said fondly. "We'll worry about this when we get there, okay? Let's just go and see what happens."

"Are you two ready to go?" Narcissa asked as he swept into the room. "Molly has just opened the Floo and ours is all ready for you. Sweetheart, that's not really appropriate travelling attire," she told her son, coming over and adjusting the collar on his jacket. "You should dress in something similar to Harry."

Draco looked Harry up and down then laughed. "He's dressed like a fashion victim's worst nightmare, Mum! Look at his arse in those jeans… oh, wait, you can't see it because it's covered by half the denim factory!"

"They're not that bad," Harry huffed, trying to pull his baggy jeans tighter around his slim waist.

"You see it enough, mister," Narcissa scolded her son. "It doesn't matter now. You're going to be late as it is. Are you all packed? Harry, did you pack tissues? We don't want that nose dripping all over the place. What about your depression potions? You made sure you had an adequate supply?" She moved on to fuss over Harry, who just let her go ahead. It was pointless to protest.

"Yes, Mum," Harry said with a smirk, causing Draco to burst out laughing and Narcissa to step back in surprise.

"You cheeky wee thing," Narcissa said with a laugh, stroking his face fondly. "How is your head and throat?"

"Mum, quit it. He's fine," Draco insisted. "He's over the worst of the cold. He couldn't help but be with the amount of chicken soup you poured down his throat and Severus with his potions."

"Nevertheless, I want you to put on Draco's thick coat," Narcissa told Harry.

"But it's summer!" Harry cried. "I'm hot. Draco's probably roasting in the leather jacket, too, but he won't admit it." He then immediately found himself with Narcissa's hand slapped over his forehead and he sighed. "I'm fine."

"Yes, something you said right before you had a seizure in hospital," Draco said dryly. Harry had been in hospital close to two weeks after waking from his coma. He had been fine until he had a minor relapse, accompanied by a seizure which nearly caused Draco to end up in the bed beside him in the process. Draco had an hysterical outburst, followed by a rather dramatic faint, when he saw a Healer give Harry a large injection directly into his stomach.

"I wasn't the one who fell head first into a tea cart when I fainted," Harry tossed back.

"I didn't know I was going to faint!" Draco cried.

"And I didn't know I was going to have a seizure," Harry sniffed.

"Boys, boys," Narcissa cut in. "How many times have we been through this? Come on, hurry up. Molly is waiting for you." Harry shrugged and started for the door, so Draco pinched his bum as he went past, then grabbed his own suitcase to follow.

* * * * *

"HARRY!" Molly cried, throwing her arms around a shell-shocked Harry as soon as he fell out of the Floo. "Oh, it's so good to see you! Look at you! No longer just skin and bones! Love must agree with you!" She released him and then grabbed Draco, hugging him just as eagerly. "You're such a handsome young man! I'm so glad you agreed to come, Draco dear. We're so looking forward to having you!"

A snort came from the left and Harry spun around to find Ron standing there with his arms crossed defensively. "Hey mate," Ron said and offered a grin. "It's good to have you back. Shame about the human-sized growth you've contracted."

Harry shot a look at Draco, who was still smothered in Molly's arms, looking like he was just gagging on a sarcastic comeback to Harry's best friend, but restraining himself due to the fact that said best friend's mother was in hearing distance. "It's good to be back," Harry said excitedly, stepping over to give Ron a brief hug. "How's the job hunting going?"

"Dad pulled some strings at work and got me a desk job in the Ministry Department of Magical Games and Sports. Suits me. I'm going to move in with Fred and George next month when I start," Ron replied with a shrug.

"You will have plenty of time to catch up later, Ronald," Molly said. "Come and have some lemonade, boys, before we take you up to your room." She indicated over to the coffee table where a large pitcher of homemade lemonade and glasses was waiting.

Harry watched Draco take in the surroundings. It was a cosy, cluttered, and very homely house - something which Draco had likely never even stepped foot in. A year ago, Draco would probably have been spouting some arrogant, derogatory crap about his wealth at this point, but Harry was amused to find his boyfriend taking in every square inch of The Burrow's living room with a tiny look of concentration on his face.

Molly handed both Harry and Draco a large glass of lemonade. Harry took a long gulp, licking his lips in appreciation, but Draco looked down into his, giving it a tentative sniff accompanied by a brief screwing up of the nose.

Here it comes… Harry thought nervously. "It won't bite you, dear," Molly chuckled. "It's lemonade."

"I've never had it before," Draco mumbled.

"Haven't you?" Ron asked with a laugh. "What planet have you been on?"

"Uranus," Draco snapped.

"Or Harry's an -"

"Ronald! Don't be so tasteless!" Molly said firmly. Harry and Draco just shared a smirk as Ron shrunk under his mother's fierce glare. "Have a taste, Draco. You don't have to drink it if you don't like it."

Draco put the glass to mouth, and Harry cleared his throat as he watched Draco's beautiful lips while he took a sip. Merlin, he hoped he was strong enough to refrain from taking Draco on the nearest flat surface. Draco was right. Abstaining from any sexual activity was going to prove trying. Oh hell… he thought. Now he was getting a hard-on just from the thought of it! He discreetly grabbed a pillow and shoved it in his lap, pretending he was very interested in the green tassel hanging from the corner of it.

"Mmm, it's lovely," Draco admitted, shooting Molly a sweet smile. "Thank you."

"Oh, you're such a polite young man! So much like your mother. She must be so proud of you!" Molly gushed.

"Um, most of the time she is. It's debateable when I'm being a shit, I think," Draco chuckled. "Harry's her favourite at the moment." He laughed and nudged Harry in the leg.

"Bollocks," Harry scoffed. "She just won't stop fussing over me because I had a cold."

"Are you having a good time at Draco's place, Harry?" Molly asked. Normally she wouldn't have broached such a subject in front of Draco, but she knew she wouldn't get a negative answer.

"Oh yeah!" Harry beamed. "It's great, but we can't wait to get our own place. We're going house-hunting over the next few weeks."

"And you're going to buy a home together, is that right?" Molly said with an encouraging grin. "I remember when Arthur and I got our first home. It was a wonderful feeling."

"Yes," Draco confirmed. "Harry just wanted an apartment, but I think a house would be better. I love the gardens at our Manor and I think a little back garden would be great."

"You're mowing the lawns," Harry snorted.

"I will not!" Draco cried indignantly. "We can hire someone for that! Oh Merlin, just the thought of being covered in grass!"

"Draco's a sissy," Ron explained to his mother. "He doesn't want to break a nail."

Draco bit down on his bottom lip to keep from snapping back and Harry laughed. "I feel like I'm back at school," he said with a shake of his head. "Can't you both just learn to give it a rest? It's getting old."

"Here, here," Molly agreed, standing up. "And I've only been in the presence of the sniping for a few minutes!" She took the boys' glasses and placed them back on the tray.
"Ron, help Harry and Draco upstairs with their bags and then we'll have some afternoon tea. I baked some apple and cinnamon muffins especially."

"I love muffins!" Draco said enthusiastically, grinning at Molly in approval. He was already fond of this lady and could see why Harry adored her so much. She was so like his mother in many ways, but also so different.

"Then you can have as many as you like, dear," Molly laughed. They all started upstairs with Ron reluctantly carrying Draco's suitcase. "You'll be staying in Bill's old room. I hope that's okay. We've been using it for storage, but I've cleared it all out." She pushed open the door and waved them inside. The room was small, but fresh and airy, smelling faintly of roses and lavender. The piece de resistance was the comfy looking double bed nestled in the centre of the room with two fresh towels on the end of it. "If you get cold during the night, there is an extra blanket in the top of the cupboard. Harry, you know where the bathroom is and can show Draco when necessary."

"Um, Mrs Weasley?" Harry said hesitantly.

"Call me Molly, dear," Molly laughed. "I think it's about due, don't you?"

"Okay, Molly…" Harry stammered. "Um, are you sure you're okay with this?" He indicated the double bed.

"She's got six sons, Harry. She's knows you two are shagging, for Merlin's sake," Ron said blandly. "Not to mention the fact that Ginny wrote home practically in stitches every time you both got caught… erm… well, with your pants down…" he finished feebly.

Molly chuckled. "You're both of age, and in a serious relationship. I'm not going to impinge on that. Like Ron said, we have six sons. Most of which have had girlfriends - well, boyfriend in Charlie's case - stay over."

"Most?" Draco said with a smirk at Ron.

"Fuck off, Malfoy," Ron mumbled.

"Ronald! I will wash your mouth out with a Soap Charm," Molly snapped and Draco's smirk widened. "I have also chatted with your mum, Draco. She assures me you two are more than responsible with your relationship, and that's perfectly fine for me. Just remember, Ron's room is right next door!" Her eyes twinkled when Ron groaned, rolling his eyes.

"They are rather adept at Silencing Charms," Ron said. "Thank bloody Merlin!"

"We might just forget one night…" Draco said lightly, glancing down to study his finger nails. "Harry has been a little forgetful since hospital, and with the lingering head cold, you just… never know…" He sneered at Ron from behind Molly's back before wriggling his eyebrows at him. Ron pursed his lips and fumed silently.

"Hey! You make me sound like a right tosser!" Harry exploded. "Forgetful? I am bloody not. I forgot that one time and you make out like I have amnesia!"

"You do have amnesia, love," Draco said gently. "You still don't remember anything about Voldemort, or much preceding it either."

The room fell silent. Molly and Ron looked sympathetically at Harry, who just narrowed his eyes. He threw his backpack heavily to the floor before storming out of the room. "Good one, Malfoy," Ron spat, turning to following Harry.

Draco grabbed his arm. "Don't, Ron," he said and Ron started at being addressed by his first name. "He still gets angry about it sometimes. His Healers says he needs to face what happened in some capacity, even if he might not ever remember."

"You didn't have to throw it in his face!" Ron argued.

"Ron," Molly said in a warning tone.

"I apologise for causing problems, Molly," Draco said sincerely. "I'm not throwing it in his face. Harry and I talk about it a lot. It's not going to do him any good to be coddled all the time, nor does he want to be. He hates that he can't remember it, and brooding is his way of dealing with it. And we all know he despises pity."

"How's his depression, dear?" Molly asked in concern.

"Completely under control with the potions. Severus is confident it won't return," Draco told them.

"The Voldemort thing didn't make it worse again?" Ron asked in surprise.

"No, but that doesn't mean he hasn't been dwelling on it occasionally. He's fine most of the time, but gets frustrated that he can't remember, and sometimes loses his temper because of it. On the whole, though, he's been fabulous," Draco said with an uncontrollable grin. "Well, other than when we were, uh… doing stuff… one night in our pool and Harry caught a cold even though it's the middle of summer. Mum confined him to bed for two days and he was a rotten patient. I thought I was bad."

"You are, you whiny brat," Ron sniggered and Draco flipped him his middle finger.

Molly laughed. "Stop it, you two. I'm well aware of your rivalry, but please keep it injury free. Draco, should someone check on Harry or will he come back when he's ready?"

Draco smiled. "I'm sure he'd love a cup of tea and one of your muffins, Mrs Weasley," he said. "I'll go get him. He'll be fine. He might be a bit moody, but he'll come back."

* * * * *

Draco found Harry sitting on the back stoop with Ginny. He started when he saw Ginny had her arm around Harry's shoulders and Draco felt a small bubble of jealousy in his gut.

Ginny glanced at Draco as she heard him approach from behind. "I'll pass you over to the person whose arms you prefer to be in," she said with a smile. Harry turned around, a smile playing on his lips when he saw Draco standing there. "You're just channelling your inner drama queen, aren't you, honey?" she laughed.

"It's my time of the month," Harry tossed back.

Ginny got up and brushed her skirt off. She patted Draco on the arm before disappearing into the house. Draco sat down behind Harry with his legs on either side of Harry's hips, and pulled Harry back against his chest in a comforting hug. "I didn't mean to upset you, love," he murmured, pressing a small kiss to the side of Harry's face.

Harry sighed. "I know. I just didn't want Molly and Ron to know about all that so soon. I liked that they still thought I had recovered fine after Voldemort."

"You have recovered fine," Draco assured him. "I still see that beautiful smile on a daily basis." He tweaked Harry's cheek and Harry laughed. "Don't you think it's better that they do know you still have some things to work through inside you? They are your family, love. They're going to understand your need for time."

"I didn't want those sympathetic looks," Harry complained. "That's what pissed me off."

"Tough," Draco said with a shrug. "They care for you. They don't want you hurting. The looks are inevitable. I get them off Mum all the time when I'm upset or unwell. My family are the only ones I will tolerate them off though…"

"Oh, okay," Harry mumbled, shoulders slumping a little.

"You do know I classify you as my family now, don't you? That little change in your tone wasn't you getting your nose out of joint, was it?" Draco asked in amusement, knowing exactly what Harry was thinking.

"I think of you as my family, too," Harry admitted quietly.

"I know that, babe. That's the way it should be." Draco cuddled Harry closer. He felt - and heard - Harry's stomach growl and he laughed. "I take it you're a little hungry?"

"I'm bloody starving," Harry laughed. "You'll love Molly's muffins. And don't even bother making a crack about liking mine better!"

Draco snorted. "I need new material," he muttered with a smirk.

* * * * *

Draco scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably and eyed the occupants of the table warily. It was dinner time and the place seemed crammed to the rafters with red heads. Apparently all the family members, minus the gay one overseas, had been invited to dinner. Draco couldn't remember any of their names. He bit the inside of his lip and frowned as he tried to recall the name of the older looking Weasley son… was it Bob? Ben? Brad? Fuck, Draco cursed inwardly. I only want the fucking butter in front of him! He somehow didn't think rudely saying 'Hey you there with the butter, chuck it over here, yeah?' would go down so well, especially not with Harry, who was keen to make an impression.

Harry was stabbing at his potatoes moodily, but chatting when he was spoken to. Damn, Draco thought. He needed to get to the bottom of why Harry was being a grump again. Didn't they sort everything that afternoon? Harry had even been hand feeding Draco muffins that afternoon amidst raucous laughter which almost turned into a food fight.

"All right, son?" Mr Weasley asked Draco from across the table. "You look like you're trying to will the butter to you. Bill, pass Draco the butter." Bill! Draco thought triumphantly. I'll remember that…

Bill smiled and slid the butter dish over to Draco. "There you are, mate," he said.

Draco pulled the butter closer to his plate, his eyes not leaving Bill as he realised how much like Weasley he was… Oh wait, Draco thought. He's a Weasley, too. He rubbed his forehead as he just succeeded in confusing himself further.

"Are you all right, babe?" Harry asked, taking Draco's hand. Draco glanced quickly down at his plate, which revealed that in his bewilderment he hadn't eaten much. That coupled with the head-rubbing had probably worried Harry. Draco could barely sneeze loudly without having Harry checking on him - and he was loving every minute of it.

Draco smiled, placing his other hand over Harry's. "I'm fine… just…"

"A little overwhelmed?" Bill chuckled. "You've had that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look all through dinner!"

"He looked like that for weeks when he first started interacting with us Gryffindors," Ginny laughed. "The first Gryffindor party he came to he spent sitting stiffly on the edge of the couch with a death grip on Harry's hand. He only spoke when he was asked questions!"

Everyone laughed and Draco smiled reluctantly. "I was almost pissing myself thinking someone was going to belt me over the back of the head with a textbook the minute I left Harry's side! Harry had just rather spectacularly outed us in front of the whole school. I had no clue what any of you were thinking. I just knew that no one would mess with Harry after his little stunt in the Great Hall."

"Ohhhh yes," George said appreciatively. "We heard about the disappearing spine!"

"And the shrunken dick!" Fred jumped in.

"Only getting a week's detention, you lucky sod!" George cried. "We used to get months just for turning someone's hair blue!"

Draco cleared his throat and shot the twins a pointed look. "Oh yeah… sorry about that, Malfoy. It was before Harry realised your arse was hot, you know? If we knew how things would end up, we would've aimed for Zabini…"

"You shouldn't be aiming for anyone!" Molly said in exasperation. "I can't believe you turned his lovely blond hair blue!"

"Well, we weren't too fond of what was under the blond hair at the time," Fred huffed. "He was an arrogant little prat."

"Yeah, he was spouting some shit about his fa -" George was cut off when Draco slammed his napkin down on the table.

"Mr and Mrs Weasley, excuse me," Draco said through clenched teeth before storming out of the room.

"Way to go, George," Bill said with a shake of his head.

"Bloody hell, I told you not to mention his father!" Ron argued. "He'll take a lot of shit from anyone, but his father is still a touchy subject."

"Harry, mate, I'm sorry," George said shamefully. "I didn't realise it was still so bad."

"It's not really," Harry said with a frown. "I don't know what's wrong with him. Molly, can I be excused?"

"Of course, dear," Molly said and started piling some bread rolls into a napkin and handing them to him along with Draco's unfinished dinner. "Take these up to him. He's liable to be ravenous."

"Thanks," Harry replied. He juggled the plate of food in his hands as he left the room. He wracked his brain as he hurried upstairs for why Draco may have reacted how he did. Despite what Ron said - and Harry appreciated him trying to stick up for Draco - Draco really didn't get upset over his father anymore. In fact, his cheeky boyfriend had taken a pee on his father's crest out in their garden one day, and absolutely revelled in it.

The door to 'their' room was slightly ajar, so Harry pushed it open and was met with the site of Draco frantically shoving his clothes back into his suitcase. "Draco!" Harry gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going home," Draco said shortly.

"What? Why? Tell me what's the matter!" Harry shoved the food onto the dresser and went over to grab Draco's hands.

"It's not going to work, Harry! They're only tolerating me because of you! They don't give a shit about me!" Draco cried angrily.

"That's not true!" Harry protested. Draco just shot him a glare. "All right, so maybe it was that initially, but they are trying to get to know you! Why are you acting like this? You're being irrational. I thought you wanted to do this!"

"It's fucking pointless!" Draco spat.

"That… I… I can't believe you!" Harry screeched. "Was all that crap about wanting to get to know them because they're my family just bullshit, Draco? Did you just agree to come so I wouldn't stop fucking you?"

"How dare you say something like that!" Draco sneered.

"What am I supposed to think, you selfish bastard?! I bent over backwards to get to know your mother, and I even tried my best with fucking Snape! You haven't even given it one fucking night here before you spout off about them not giving a shit about you! You haven't given them a chance! I hate to break it to you, dear, but you were a nasty bastard before your father died! You can't expect everyone to just forget that because you're bedding me!"

Draco stepped back in both shock and surprise. "I…"

"Oh, I don't give a fuck!" Harry spat, flinging his arm out to slam Draco's suitcase shut. "Fuck off back home, but don't expect me to follow you!"

* * * * *

Draco didn't follow Harry. Harry wasn't really surprised by this. The things he had said would have hit pretty below the belt, despite the accuracy of his statements. For all Harry knew, Draco had probably gone home to the Manor after their argument. Harry wouldn't blame him for that, but he would be really hurt if he did.

Harry had been sitting outside at the Weasleys' picnic table for close to an hour now. He needed some time to cool off, and didn't want anyone to bear the brunt of his anger. He now just felt… sad. He had so hoped Draco would get along really well with the Weasleys, but it was obviously not meant to be. Harry never really had difficulty seeing beyond the person Draco used to be, but maybe he was delusional for thinking everyone else would, too? Draco had said and done some pretty nasty things to these people in the past. It really wasn't a surprise if they couldn't forget that. Things had seemed to be going so well! But then Draco had just up and decided it was too much work!

Harry sighed. He'd been sulking too long, and he knew people would be worried about him. He got up from the table and walked back inside, hoping that they weren't all there in the living room or something. All the family members who no longer lived at The Burrow seemed to have gone home, as the house was very quiet. He wandered into the kitchen and stopped short when he found Molly and Arthur sitting at the table drinking tea… with Draco.

The box of tissues sitting within reach of his boyfriend told Harry that Draco had probably been crying or close to tears at some point. Tissues were always something Molly had on hand for Harry, so that frilly lace-covered box was a familiar sight.

"Would you like some tea, Harry?" Arthur asked with a kind smile, patting the seat in between himself and Draco.

"Yes, thanks, Arthur," Harry replied, sinking slowly down into the seat. He ghosted his fingers over Draco's clasped hands, and Draco turned and gave him a small smile.

"Draco's been chatting with us, Harry," Molly explained, reaching over to give Draco a brief pat on the back. "This was always going to be difficult on both sides, but he has been explaining his feelings to us. Why don't you tell Harry what you told us, Draco?"

Draco swallowed and looked down at his hands. "I told them I'm a selfish, arrogant prick…"

Molly chuckled. "Not that part, dear. I thought we established that wasn't really the case?"

"I…" Draco started. "I didn't think anyone would give a shit about forgiving me for everything I'd done before my father died. I… I wrote it all off before I even gave it a chance…"

"Why, love?" Harry asked gently.

"Because you love me unconditionally!" Draco cried. "No one else has a reason to forgive me! Why should they? They don't have a need or a want to do so, so why should they be inflicted with that?"

Harry put his arm around Draco's shoulders and shot Molly and Arthur a helpless look.

"But we explained that it's true we don't have a need but we do have a want," Arthur relayed. "Obviously, I knew Lucius Malfoy. We knew the sort of person he was, and if anyone is rotting in hell, it's him." At this, Draco put his face into the crook of his arm. "We also know how ruthless and powerful he could be, so we do not blame Draco for being how he used to be to placate his father."

"Draco explained to us some of the things his father used to do to him, didn't you, Draco?" Molly coaxed and Draco merely nodded, but kept his face buried.

Harry gave Draco a small kiss on the top of his head and rested his cheek against his hair. The only people Draco had confided in about the things his father had done were Narcissa, Severus, and Harry himself. No wonder Draco needed the tissues. Harry had thought Draco had moved on from it, but it was obvious old wounds still lay deep. It could be years before Draco truly got over it all.

"Draco knows now that we do want to get to know him, and not just because he's your boyfriend. We know that he must be quite a special person for you to love him so deeply Harry, and that's why we want him in our lives," Molly explained. She got up and moved around the table to engulf both boys in a warm, motherly hug.

When she stepped back, Draco finally lifted his head. Harry was relieved there were no tears, but Draco did look like he'd been through the emotional wringer, once again. "We've agreed to start from scratch," he murmured, looking deeply into Harry's eyes. "Mrs Weasley told me my past was irrelevant. That… that it was the person sitting in her kitchen this afternoon scoffing muffins that she wants to get to know…" he finished with a weak laugh.

Harry studied Draco closely for a few moments, before placing his hand on Draco's cheek. "I'm proud of you," he said quietly. "I know how hard it would have been for you to come down here and break the ice. It means a lot to me. Thank you."

"I nearly threw up I was so scared," Draco admitted. "I could hardly speak when I got down here. Other than coming to you to make peace that time, I've never had to confront anyone like this before."

"You did well, son," Arthur assured him. "It took a lot of courage. We could see how upset you were. I'm glad you came down to us."

Draco exhaled. "I'm just buggered now," he muttered.

"Do you want to go to bed?" Harry asked. He didn't miss the flicker of a smirk on Draco's lips before his boyfriend shook his head.

"I'm not sleepy. I'd just like a shower or something," Draco replied.

"Make yourself at home, dear," Molly said. She started clearing away the tea things. "Ron and Ginny are upstairs. Why don't you both go up and catch up a bit? It's been weeks since you all saw each other."

Harry took Draco's hand and pulled him up. "Come on, babe. I'll give you a massage," he offered.

"Hmm, sounds like a plan," Draco said. "Goodnight, Mr and Mrs Weasley."

"Night boys," Molly said, coming over to kiss them pecks on the cheek. "Sleep well. We're just down the hall from your bedroom if you need anything."

* * * * *

Draco was curled up on the bed with his head in Harry's lap, completely content to let Harry continue running his amazing fingers through his hair. Draco and Harry had both had showers - separately, unfortunately - and were now relaxing in their pyjamas, sitting on their bed and chatting with Ron and Ginny.

"Is Hermione coming tomorrow?" Harry asked. "She wrote to me and told me she would be here when we were."

"Yep, tomorrow morning," Ron confirmed. "She's been in America for the last couple of weeks visiting relatives."

"It'll be great for us all to be together again," Harry said with grin. "Can you believe she was just offered a position as Junior Research Officer for St Mungo's without qualifications or anything?"

"Yes," Ginny stated with a shrug. "It's exactly something I could believe happening to Hermione. She's already been getting an advance on some of her first research assignments whilst on holiday. She's a nutcase."

"When do you start your training?" Ron asked.

"I've still got three and a half weeks. Hopefully it won't take too long for us to find a house," Harry said. It was then that he realised Draco was snoring lightly and he looked down to find him out like a light. Harry smirked. "Hermione's not the only nutcase. Draco has been doing a lot of advanced reading for university. Says he wants to be prepared for it. I've found him a couple of times looking like a racoon because the smudges under his eyes were so big. Not that I would tell him that. I think he's going to do brilliantly as a lawyer."

"Now that he's asleep, I just have to say that his arse looks hot in those pyjama pants," Ginny said with a grin.

"Ginny!" Ron gasped.

"I know," Harry answered smugly, patting Draco's bum. Draco didn't even stir.

"Urgh," Ron said, covering his eyes.

"Just you wait, Ron," Harry warned. "When you fall in love, you will know exactly how I am feeling about him just now. You won't be able to keep your hands off your girlfriend."

"Harry, mate, I'm not holding my breath," Ron snorted. "Girlfriends seem like too much work. I'm going to live a little first."

"So, you plan to shag a lot before you find a girlfriend?" Harry laughed.

"Yeah, probably." Ron shrugged. "It works for Fred and George. Those few months I was with Hermione just felt weird."

"Maybe you just weren't ready for a serious relationship? It doesn't mean you should write it off," Harry stated.

"Hmmf, it all sounds like too much work," Ron said dismissively. "I mean, I know you care for this git, but it doesn't mean you haven't had your ups and downs. You all but have slap down arguments sometimes. It's too much hassle for me."

Harry cocked an eyebrow at his best friend and then looked down at Draco. "Your loss," he said simply.

Draco woke with a slight start. "Mmmm," he mumbled. "M'not 'sleep…"

Harry laughed. "No, of course not, babe," he said.

"Was jus' restin' my eyes," Draco said blearily. "Wazza time?"

"You're so cute when you've just woken up," Harry cooed, tickling Draco under the chin.

Draco slapped his hand away. "I wasn't asleep," he insisted, more awake now.

"You were snoring," Harry teased.

"I don't snore!" Draco cried.

"Draco, what were you dreaming about?" Ginny asked with a smirk.

"I wasn't asleep!" Draco said in exasperation and then narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "… why?"

Ginny cleared her throat and her eyes flicked downwards briefly before she stifled a snort of laughter. "I think we have our cue to leave, Ron."

"Oh my god!" Draco squeaked, blushing furiously as he realised he was sporting a healthy hard-on. Fucking hell! he thought. He scrambled up the bed and fumbled with the covers drawing them over his lap and glaring at the two Weasley siblings.

"It's time we went to bed anyway," Harry chuckled. "Night, guys."

"Night, mate," Ron said, giving Harry a friendly nudge. "Don't forget the Silencing Charm!" Ginny gave Harry a hug, and winked at Draco before leaving.

Soon, the young couple were left alone and Draco calmed down again. "So, what were you dreaming about, baby?" Harry asked with a grin.

"You, obviously," Draco purred. He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him on top of him.

Harry laughed nervously and tried to pull away. "Maybe we should just sleep," he said. "It's been a long day…"

"What? What's wrong? Are you still angry at me?" Draco asked anxiously.

"No, love," Harry promised.

Draco pursed his lips. "What then? Mrs Weasley said she didn't mind us having sex here." He tried to pull Harry closer, but his boyfriend resisted. "Harry!" he snapped in exasperation.

"It just feels weird…" Harry mumbled, and finally managed to pull out of Draco's clutches. God knows if he stayed splayed across Draco, they would be shagging within minutes.

"Weird?"

"Ron's right next door, Ginny is across from us, and Molly and Arthur are just down the hall!" Harry said, waving his arm in the direction of the door.

"We fucked in the next bed over from Weasel numerous times! Ginny wants to watch us fuck, and with Molly we went from not knowing if we were going to even share the same room here to a free ticket to bugger each other whenever we see fit! Which, in my opinion, is right now!" Draco argued.

Harry gave him a bewildered look. "I just don't feel comfortable…"

"Hell, Harry! I didn't feel comfortable waltzing down the hall for a shit in their toilet knowing how thin the door is, but I managed all right!" Draco huffed. "Oh fine. Just fucking go to sleep, I don't care!" He kicked off his pyjama pants, dramatically flopped into bed and made a big show of moving as far away from Harry as he possibly could get.

Harry sighed, shrugging off his own pyjamas, leaving him in just his boxers. He slid into bed and Draco doused the light immediately. They lay in silence for a few moments before Harry bit his lip and slid his hand over to stroke Draco's back. "I love you," he said quietly.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "I love you, babe," he murmured back.

Harry smiled to himself, and took his cue to shuffle over in the bed and spoon up behind Draco. It took them both a lot longer than usual to fall asleep that night.

* * * * *

The following morning, Harry was pulling on his jeans when he heard an ear-piercing screech come from down the hall. The noise was shortly followed by a flushed, sweaty Draco bursting into the room and throwing himself face-down on the bed with a deep moan.

A moment later, Molly came rushing in, red-faced. "Oh, Draco dear, I'm so sorry! The door was unlocked! I just assumed no one was in there!" she rambled, shooting Harry a shame-faced look. "Merlin, I apologise! I'll… I'll just give you some privacy!" She quickly exited the room, the door slamming shut behind her.

Harry gaped at the closed door, and then turned to Draco who was mumbling something into his pillow. He was naked, save for the towel wrapped around his waist. "What the hell?" Harry demanded.

The door burst open again and Ron came in with a huge smirk on his face. "I so wish I had a camera then! Sucked in, Malfoy!" he cried, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

Draco groaned something from the bed, which was muffled still by the layers of pillow, as he now had Harry's over his head also. It sounded a lot like 'Fuck off, Weasel, you great lump of Hippogriff snot!' but Harry couldn't be certain.

"What happened?" Harry shrieked.

"Mum walked in on him amidst a very furious wank in the bathroom!" Ron gasped through his laughter. "I would ask why he needed to wank, but oh, the moment was too priceless for me to give a shit!"

"Oh, bugger," Harry said, his eyes tearing up as he tried to stifle his own laugh. It was too much, however, and he was soon gasping in laughter with Ron.

Draco sat up and glared at them. "I HATE YOU BOTH, FUCKING TOSSERS!"

"Hey, we weren't the ones tossing, Malfoy!" Ron laughed.

"GET OUT!" Draco screamed, grabbed a book from beside the bed and launching it at Ron, missing him by mere inches.

Ron waltzed out of the room with a parting comment of "You were right, Harry! He is a natural blond!"

Draco clenched his hands around the sheets and turned a furious shade of red. "NEVER in my fucking LIFE have I been SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED!" he shouted at Harry.

"Why are you shouting at me?" Harry protested, stooping to pick up Draco's weapon, formerly known as a book.

"BECAUSE I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN WANKING IF YOU HAD FUCKED ME LAST NIGHT!" Draco boomed. "AND HOW DARE YOU FUCKING LAUGH AT ME BECAUSE OF IT!"

Harry just gaped at him for a few moments before another burst of laughter escaped him in the form of a snort. Draco's eyes flashed, but Harry just couldn't hold it in anymore. "Oh come on! You have to admit it's fucking funny!" he cried, wiping tears from his eyes. "Why didn't you lock the door?!"

"I DID!" Draco screeched. "DO YOU THINK I'M THAT FUCKING USELESS?!"

"You put the chain on?" Harry asked in a sceptical tone.

"No! I flicked that little nob thing!" Draco said in exasperation.

"Yes, we established you were wanking," Harry blurted out before he could stop himself. It was just too good an opportunity to pass! He certainly wasn't expecting Draco to leap off the bed and pounce on him.

Draco had Harry pressed back against the door. He glared furiously into his eyes for not more than three seconds before he crashed his lips against Harry's own. Draco's anger fast turned to passion, and they got lost in a desperate snog. Harry was soon moaning Draco's name into his mouth, and Draco snaked his hand down the front of Harry's unzipped jeans.

The minute Draco's fingers connected with his hard cock, Harry swore stars burst behind his eyes. The feeling was fucking brilliant! And Harry suddenly didn't give a toss that his extremely horny boyfriend was about to ravish him with the people he classified as family only a few thin walls away. The only things he was aware of were Draco's hand down his pants, Draco's tongue in his mouth, and the slight twinge of the door knob poking him in the lower back.

Harry shifted slightly to prevent a door-knob shaped bruise and caused them to tumble to the floor. Draco didn't miss a beat. He whipped off his towel and then started on yanking Harry's jeans determinedly down his legs. The boxers followed in almost record speed.

"Oh holy fuck, Harry," Draco breathed, his hand already trailing to its destination between Harry's arse cheeks. "Where's your wand?"

"I don't fucking know," Harry moaned. He felt the tip of Draco's finger breach his hole. "Oh fuck yes!"

Draco made a frustrated noise. "Well, where's mine?" he asked in irritation.

"Buggered if I know!" Harry snapped. "Hurry up!"

"Fuck it," Draco muttered. He spat into his hand and went back to finger Harry. Harry was writhing against the carpet beneath him; his cock hard and flat against his stomach.

"Fuck me, Draco," Harry demanded. "Now!"

Oh shit! Draco thought. Bloody fucking hell! Where did this Harry come from?! He was amazed he didn't come just from hearing Harry say those words… and in that tone. He licked his lips at the sight of Harry waiting so erotically to be taken. His green eyes were gazing hungrily at Draco, almost daring Draco to fuck him hard, and fast.

Draco scrambled in between Harry's legs. Harry slung one leg over Draco's shoulder, exhaling deeply in anticipation. As Draco positioned himself, he suddenly hesitated. Fucking without lube?! They'd never done it before! What if he hurt Harry? What if he -

Draco's thoughts were cut off when Harry grabbed his hips and urged him forward. "Fuck me, lover," Harry growled. "You know you want to…" So Draco did the only thing he could being faced with his wanton boyfriend growling sexual demands at him - he pushed forward and into Harry's arse with a deep moan at finally making love to Harry again. It felt like an eternity since their last time, when it had really only been about a day.

Harry slammed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth at the burning friction in his arse. It bloody hurt but he didn't care. Draco's dick was now fully inside Harry and Draco was panting heavily, licking his dry lips as he tried to regain his breath. He could feel his heart beating like it wanted to jump out of his chest.

"Oh, Draco," Harry gasped. "You feel so good, baby…" He arched his back to tell Draco to start moving, so Draco began thrusting slowly into Harry. "Harder!" Harry purred. "Pound that gorgeous cock into my arse, lover. Nice and hard, baby!" He gripped firmly onto Draco's thighs to brace himself against Draco's hard thrusting.

Draco bit his lower lip, hanging his head forward as he concentrated on fucking Harry as hard and as forcefully as Harry wanted it. Sweat had started trickling down his temples and the back of his neck. He leant over to claim a kiss from his boyfriend, and Harry met him half way. The kiss was chaste; it took too much effort to linger and both just needed release.

"Oh yeah! Hmm! More! Oh fuck, give me more!" Harry moaned, thrashing his head from side to side as the feelings became more intense. Draco grabbed Harry's cock and started pumping it furiously. "Mmm, I love the feeling of you in my arse, Draco…" Draco gave one particularly hard push in response to the sentiment, and rammed against Harry's prostate. Harry keened and banged his head back against the floor.

There was a sudden knock at the door. "Harry? Draco?" It was Hermione.

"Oh, hell! We're busy!" Harry grunted, slamming his fist down onto the carpet in frustration.

"Uh, we can hear that," Hermione said through the door, amusement laced in her voice. "Just wanted to let you know you forgot the Silencing Charm. Catch you later!"

Draco just shook his head in disbelief. They must honestly have set the record by now of how many times they had been caught, disturbed, interrupted, or reminded that they forgot the Silencing Charm. Stuff it, he thought just as Harry swore harshly.

"Bugger them!" Harry growled. "I'm nearly there!" Draco nodded, taking Harry's straining erection into his hand again. Only a few moments of erratic pumping and pounding into Harry's now loose arse pushed them over the edge. Harry bit down on his lip and came with a deep, indulgent moan, his come shooting in short bursts onto his heaving stomach. Seconds later he felt Draco's warm essence spurt deep inside him, and he sighed contentedly.

Draco pulled from Harry a little too quickly without much thought and Harry whimpered in pain. Draco swiped the damp strands of hair from his sweaty forehead and gave Harry a concerned look. "Are you okay, darling? I hurt you, didn't I?" he asked.

Harry had tears trickling from the corners of his eyes and he nodded and sniffled. "But I wanted it. I knew it would hurt a bit… but…" He gasped when Draco gently spread Harry's cheeks to survey the damage.

"Oh shit, Harry. I've made you bleed," Draco choked out.

"I'm all right," Harry said. "Ow, don't touch it!"

"That's not what you were saying a little while ago, and look at the result!" Draco fretted. "Shit, next time you're going to pull the 'Horny and Forceful' routine can you please give me some warning so I can have some lube or my wand handy? We need to get some salve for this."

"No way! It's fine! I'm not asking anyone for salve for that!" Harry hissed.

"It's bleeding pretty badly, love. If we don't put something on it you won't be able to even go to the loo, much less shag for a few days!" Draco cried. "I'm going to ask Mrs Weasley."

Harry gasped. "No, you can't!" he said, horrified.

"I'll just tell her you have a sore bum. She can put the pieces together if she wants to," Draco said with a shrug, standing up to search for some clothes. "She's already caught me wanking and didn't laugh. I worship that lady. When my Mum caught me the first time, she could barely stand up, she was laughing so much."

"I'll fix it myself! I know some Healing spells now!" Harry pleaded. He sat up and immediately cried out in pain that sent him shooting forward onto his knees and off his sore bum.

"I'm not letting you point your own wand at your butt from that angle, you wanker," Draco snorted. "You could be the best Healer in the world and still have a high chance of missing the mark! You know Healing spells require the wand to be pointed directly at the wound! You could end up with a new arsehole, or a tail or something! Absolutely not!"

Harry shot Draco the most pitiful look that Draco had ever seen. He actually stopped putting his shirt on. "Please," Harry whined.

"Come here," Draco said, holding his hand out to Harry. He winced as he watched Harry drag himself up the wall and into a standing position, before shuffling awkwardly over to Draco. "Lie down on the bed. I'm going to Mrs Weasley," he said firmly.

Harry pursed his lips and huffed. "Just because you got humiliated this morning, you want to make sure I have the same treatment!" he snapped.

"No, I want to make sure your sore bum is Healed so you aren't in pain," Draco replied patiently. He could have bit out a sarcastic response, but then they'd just end up in a spat again, and Harry's bum would remain sore and bleeding. Harry rolled his eyes and looked away angrily. "Don't make me yell at you!"

Harry's eyes shot back to Draco, who was standing there with his hands on his hips. "Oh my god," he snorted. "Add 'young man' at the end of that statement, and you are so channelling your mother! That's freaky! God help your children when you have them!"

"When I have them? Bloody hell, now you sound like Mum!" Draco scoffed. "GAY!" he said, throwing his hands up. "I'm going to Mrs Weasley."

"Wait, Draco!" Harry cried.

Draco sighed impatiently. "What?"

"You could just kiss it better," Harry said with an adorable pout.

"Kiss what...? Harry!" Draco gasped with a laugh. "We Heal your arse and I'll do more than kiss it." He wriggled his eyebrows at Harry before leaving the room.

* * * * *

Draco waltzed into the kitchen to find Molly, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione sitting there having breakfast. Molly just gave him a little knowing smile, but the other three were grinning like Cheshire cats. Draco just smirked at them and cocked his eyebrow. Fuck them. They weren't going to cause him to be embarrassed. Okay, so the wanking was mortifying, especially knowing Weasel saw his bits, even if it was only a flash. But he certainly wasn't ashamed of fucking Harry into the carpet or of the entire household hearing them.

"Mrs Weasley, can I please have a word?" Draco asked confidently.

"Of course, dear," Molly said kindly. "Come through to the living room." Draco followed her into the next room and she closed the door. "Let me just apologise about this morning, Draco. I didn't even think to make sure you knew to use the chain because the other lock is broken. I did knock, but…"

Draco cleared his throat. "But I was a little preoccupied," he said with a sheepish grin. "It's all right, Mrs Weasley. It was just a shock, that's all."

"Oh, I'm glad you're all right. I was so worried you would be mortified and want to go home. Harry would never forgive me!" Molly said, placing a hand over her chest.

"Of course he would," Draco assured her. "He loves you. He was almost hysterical from laughing so hard when he heard what had happened."

"Well, it's not like I haven't caught a couple of my sons in similar activities," Molly chuckled. "It was always a bit of a joke among us, but I was so convinced you would be mortified."

"I was at first, but there's not much I can do about it." Draco shrugged. "This is, um, not what I needed to speak to you about…" He felt a furious blush creep across his cheeks, and his throat suddenly felt dry as his confidence waned. How was he to ask her for something to put on Harry's bum?

"Yes, dear?" Molly coaxed. "Oh my, it's a bit of a personal subject is it? You've gone all red, sweetheart! I'm a tough lady. I can take it."

"Do you have any Healing salve?" Draco asked awkwardly.

"Of course!" Molly said, turning to go back to fetch it.

"No! Um, for, uh…" Draco cleared his throat again, averting his eyes. "For… more… sensitive areas… you know?"

"I wish I could read minds, dear, to save you the embarrassment, but I really need to know what sort of wound needs Healing in those sensitive areas." Molly patted his arm before she sat down on the couch and indicated he should sit too.

Draco scratched the back of his neck. It seemed like a good idea when he was lecturing Harry! Why couldn't he just ask for it? Maybe he could just Floo Severus? No, he could just picture the conversation… 'You see, Severus, I fucked Harry into the carpet and now he has a cracked arse. Can I have a potion?' Cue obligatory sneer and furious glare. Harry would freak. "All right, um… sort of a, uh, cut…"

"A cut…?" Molly repeated, trying to get him to elaborate. "On your privates?"

"NO!" Draco cried a little too quickly, and immediately slapped a hand over his mouth. "It's not me!"

"Harry, then," Molly guessed.

"Well, yeah…" Draco mumbled. "Not his bits though. Well, not really… oh hell…"

Molly cleared her throat and looked knowingly at Harry's poor, embarrassed boyfriend, just knowing Harry was probably in a similar state upstairs. The fact that Harry hadn't come to ask her himself clued her in to what the problem may be. "You've had a little overenthusiastic lovemaking and Harry bled?"

Draco visible deflated in relief with a heavy sigh. "Yeah," he confirmed. "How did you know?"

"Well, aside from the fact that most of the house heard it," Molly teased and ruffled his hair, "it's not difficult to guess what you meant, dear. I'm glad you came to me because it's important to treat something like that straight away. I'll get what you need and we won't mention it again, deal?"

"Deal," Draco agreed with a smile. He then suddenly found himself throwing his arms around this lady that he had only know for less than a day. "Thank you." He surprised himself as much as he surprised Molly, and she just chuckled.

"You and Harry can come to me for anything, okay?" Molly told him seriously. "Remember that." She patted his cheek fondly before going off to fetch the potion.

* * * * *

It was lunchtime, and apparently there was a monthly tradition at the Weasleys' of having a barbeque lunch with all the family - another thing Draco had never experienced.

Harry and Draco were sitting at the large picnic table with Ron and Hermione. "And the food is actually cooked outside?" Draco asked, eying Bill warily as he was searing the meat on the barbeque.

"Yes, love. You'll like it, I promise," Harry insisted.

"Pfft, I can't believe you've never had a barbeque, Malfoy," Ron scoffed.

"And you've never had it up the arse, Weasel, so we're even," Draco tossed back, causing Hermione to spit out her pumpkin juice when she laughed with a mouthful. "And I've had Harry up the arse. Even you know that's nothing to scoff at."

Harry just shook his head and smirked while Ron shot a death glare at Draco. "Are you hungry, Draco?" Harry asked, as Draco took his hand and started fiddling absentmindedly with his ring.

"Yeah, I suppose," Draco replied with a shrug. "I'm rather concerned about salmonella, actually." He sniffed, and just stared evenly at Ron when the redhead burst out laughing.

"You're such a prissy arse bastard," Ron commented.

George wandered over and handed out some drinks. "Here you are lads."

Harry sniffed his lemonade. "What have you two done to them?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing!" George said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Mum asked me to bring them over to you." He shrugged and bounded back over to his brother, who was annoyingly tweaking Ginny's ponytail.

"I wanted pumpkin juice," Ron complained, screwing his nose up at the lemonade.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Here, take mine. I've not touched it." He pushed the glass over towards Ron.

Ron's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the thoughtful gesture. "Do you want my lemonade?"

"Sure, why not," Draco replied, taking the glass and having a sip. "Cheers."

"Yeah, cheers," Ron said, giving Harry a confused look at Draco's attitude.

"I told you he's changed," Harry said. "Numerous times, I've told you. You just never tried to get to know him. You just tolerated his presence because he was with me."

"He's right, Ron," Hermione jumped in. "You've been the only one still harbouring a mental block against Draco. You should at least try and call him by his first name."

Before Ron could answer, Draco hurriedly put a hand over his nose and whimpered. "Draco, what's wrong, sweetheart?" Harry asked in concern, but his question was answered when blood started oozing out from under Draco's hand. "Oh my god!" He grabbed a handful of napkins from the table and pried Draco's hand away from his face to press them against his bleeding nose.

"Tilt his head back," Hermione said quickly.

"No, you tilt it forward," Harry corrected and received surprised looks from his friends. "What? I know a bit of Healing! I told you that!"

"Harry," Draco said woozily. "I don't feel so -" He cut himself off by fainting and falling rapidly backwards. Harry grabbed him just before he fell off the chair.

Molly raced over. "Oh dear, what happened? A nosebleed? Is he squeamish over blood, Harry?" she fussed, helping Harry ease Draco back upright so his head was leaning against Harry's shoulder. She grabbed more napkins as the ones Harry was holding were quickly becoming soaked with blood.

"No, not at all! Needles, yes, but not blood! He's cleaned me up numerous times when I've been bleeding!" Harry cried. "This morning included."

"Why were you bleeding this morning?" Ron asked stupidly.

"It doesn't goddamn matter!" Harry snapped. "Draco? Wake up, love!" He stroked Draco's face. "Oh my god, he's burning up!" Ginny and the twins came hurrying over.

"Why did Malfoy drink the lemonade?" Fred screeched and was immediately caught by the furious glare of his mother.

"What did you do?!" Harry seethed. "What did you put in it?!"

"Yes, what did you put in it?" Molly said in a tone only a mother knows. "Five, four, three-"

"Skiving Snackboxes!" George blurted out. "Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Fainting Fancy… it was meant for Ron!"

"Gee, thanks a lot, shithead!" Ron squawked.

"Where are the other halves of them all?" Harry demanded.

"The poor boy is never going to want to come back after everything he's been through!" Molly ranted. "You two will give me those pills and then you can go inside and wait for your father. We will not tolerate this! You keep your joke business separate from your family, understand?"

Fred handed over the small pills before he and his brother slunk into the house. They were closely followed by Arthur, who looked furious.

"He's out cold with blood pissing down his face! How are we going to get him to swallow them?" Harry cried frantically. Molly thought quickly. She plucked Harry's own half-full drink from the table, dropped the pills into it and with a quick flick of her wand, the pills liquefied and dissolved into the drink.

"Tip his head back, dear," Molly instructed. Harry managed to awkwardly get Draco's head back a little. Molly eased Draco's mouth open and pour a small amount of the lemonade into his mouth, held it closed and rubbed his throat.

Draco choked reflexively, but managed to swallow some of the liquid. The rest was coughed up and ran all down the front of his shirt. A few moments later, he came to with a groggy moan. The blood stopped flowing, but his face was still covered and Harry could feel Draco's skin cool rapidly to its normal temperature. "What happened," he slurred.

"You had a cocktail of the twins' finest in your drink, babe," Harry explained softly. "It was meant for Ron." Ron rubbed the back of his neck and gave Harry and Draco a guilty look.

Draco groaned and pressed his fingers to his now throbbing temple. "Harry, I want to go home," he murmured.

Harry looked up at Molly, who looked devastated, but resigned to the fact. "All right, love," he replied softly. "Let's get you cleaned up and we'll go home."

"But you were supposed to stay, Harry!" Ron protested. Harry shot Ron an apologetic glance as he helped Draco out of the seat.

"We'll open the Floo for you, dear," Molly told Harry.

"Thanks, Molly," Harry replied. "We're sorry." He gave a small, sad smile at Molly and his friends before helping his weak boyfriend into the house.

* * * * *

After a quick trip to the toilet before they went back to the Manor, Harry returned to the bedroom and found Draco lying on his back on the bed with a cold cloth still pressed to his forehead. Harry had expected Draco to be fully packed and waiting at the door to leave, but Draco was still in his underwear. His suitcase was lying empty on the floor. He turned to smile at Harry when Harry padded over to the bed.

"Okay?" Harry asked, brushing Draco's hair back and tucking it behind his ear.

"I don't really want to go home," Draco admitted. "I did, but I don't now that I feel better. I sort of like it here. I like Mrs Weasley a lot."

"I'd understand if you want to go, baby," Harry said. "The whole visit has been a bit of a disaster."

Draco drew a long breath and let it out slowly. "Would you really have come back with me? Even though you had plans to stay for another week?"

"Of course I would. Why do you even need to ask that?" Harry frowned. "You were upset. How could you think I wouldn't come with you?"

"I didn't think anything. I just wondered. I wouldn't have been pissed off if you stayed, you know?" Draco insisted.

"I don't understand how you could think I would stay! They would've understood. You're my priority, Draco. I need you to understand that." Harry lay down next to Draco, kissing him softly before snuggling into his side.

"Oh Harry, of course I understand that. I just didn't want to ruin your holiday. It's been weeks since you've seen your friends," Draco explained. He smiled when Harry flung his leg over Draco's thighs to get even closer.

"So?" Harry said, shrugging. "You were hurt and upset. I was coming with you, Draco, whether you wanted me to or not. Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"I'm sure. I might just seek some solace in this room for a bit, but I don't want to go home," Draco decided. "Want to snuggle?"

"We already are," Harry pointed out.

"Bollocks, this isn't real snuggling. We both still have clothing on," Draco scoffed. "Naked and under the covers is real snuggling."

"Naked and under the covers is sex, Draco," Harry laughed.

"Well, if it leads to that, who am I to stop the forces of nature?" Draco said lightly, sitting up to discard his underwear.

"I better tell Molly and Arthur that we're staying," Harry said. There was a quiet knock at the door and Molly stuck her head in. Draco squeaked in surprise and dived under the covers.

"The Floo is open for you," Molly said. "How are you feeling, Draco, love?"

"Better, thanks Molly," Draco assured her. "Um, I've decided I'd rather stay. Is that okay?"

"You don't need to ask, dear. You're always welcome. I'm glad you've decided to stay. I apologise on behalf of Fred and George, whom we've sent home for now. I really don't know where I went wrong with those two," Molly sighed and shook her head in disappointment.

Draco smirked. "It's not the first time I've been on the receiving end of their pranks, Molly. It's fine. I just need a lie down. Harry and I are going to snuggle for a bit. We'll be back down in a little while."

"Good," Molly said firmly. "A rest will do you good. There's plenty of food. You come down when you're ready." She went over to the door and hesitated. "Um, would you like me to cast a wee Silencing Charm for you?"

Both young men flushed deeply, and Harry mumbled, "Yes thanks, Molly." Molly just shot them both a knowing smile before leaving them alone.

* * * * *

Later that night, Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all lying around on Harry and Draco's bed chatting and drinking hot chocolate.

"Let's play Truth or Dare," Ginny suggested.

"Ungh, that's so tacky," Draco sniped, rolling his eyes.

"Well, Spin the Bottle is out seeing as you two won't kiss anyone else!" Ginny snorted.

"And you won't kiss your brother," Draco shot back. Ginny looked disgusted.

"Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare are our only sources of entertainment?" Hermione asked sceptically. "I'd rather go to bed."

"Or read a book," Ron complained. "Lovely source of foreplay that. Some girlfriend you're going to make someone."

"Hence the reason we broke up," Hermione said with a shrug. "You'll end up with someone with massive boobs and I'll end up with a guy with brains… or a book. Suits me."

"Did you two ever shag?" Draco asked bluntly, causing Harry to choke on his hot chocolate. Hermione and Ron shot him furious glares while Ginny waited eagerly for the answer. "Well?"

"What's it fucking to you, Malfoy?" Ron snapped.

"Because you're harbouring so much unresolved sexual tension that my head almost hurts from it," Draco intoned. "Go next door and shag, then maybe we can have a conversation without you bitching at each other."

"Yes, we slept together," Hermione admitted.

"Why did you have to tell him?!" Ron screeched.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "He already knows, Ron. It doesn't take a genius. He's winding you up and you're falling for it hook, line, and sinker."

Draco sat back, crossed his arms and smirked smugly. "Well, who did you lose your virginity to?" Ron demanded of the blond.

"Ah, so you lost your virginity to each other…" Draco said cheekily. "The plot thickens."

"Draco," Harry said in a warning tone.

"Hey, I like where this is going!" Ginny piped up. "Finally, some decent conversation!"

"What are you on about?" Ron cried. "You shouldn't be talking about sex! You're my little sister! You're still a virgin!"

The silence fell over the room like a heavy blanket. Draco felt Harry sink his nails into his thigh at the direction the conversation had taken.

"I'm not a virgin, Ron," Ginny said with a shrug.

"WHAT?!" Ron exploded. "Who was the bastard?! How dare he touch you?"

"I lost my virginity to my stable hand," Draco interrupted. "Well, he was the first person I fucked. Harry was the first person I let… well… you get the idea."

"Your stable hand?" Ron asked curiously. "Just like that? You fucked a staff member?" Harry didn't miss the gleam of admiration in Ron's voice at Draco's feat and he rolled his eyes. Hey, if it took male bonding over sex talk to get Draco and Ron to make friends, so be it. "How old were you?"

"Fifteen," Draco told him. "I just waltzed up to him and asked him to suck me off. I didn't even know he was gay. He was, and I was curious."

"Was it good?" Hermione asked. Harry was suspiciously quiet during this exchange, and she suspected discussion of Draco's past indiscretions was making him a little uncomfortable.

"I thought it was back then," Draco explained, sensing Harry's feelings and taking his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. "Now that I've had the real thing, however, it's obvious my right hand would've done a much better job than the slut shovelling our horse shit. No offence, Ron, because I know of your ambition to become a male slut…"

"Hey!" Ron protested.

"Shut up, Weasel, you know I'm right," Draco scoffed and Ron just shrugged and nodded at the same time. "Anyway, as I was saying, no offence, but there is fuck all to gain from meaningless sex. You'll know what I mean when you experience proper lovemaking with the love of your life…"

"Have you ever had meaningless sex, Harry?" Ginny asked. Draco frowned at the abrupt question. Why would she put Harry on the spot like that? Did she want everyone to know she and Harry had slept together? The way Harry had explained, Ginny didn't want Ron and Hermione to know they'd had sex anymore than Harry did.

Harry turned to look blankly at her. "Yes," he said with finality in his tone. She was going to get no more than that, and Draco was glad his boyfriend was standing his ground. Harry didn't want them to know this part of his life yet, and they should respect that. Draco knew Harry was referring to his time with Cedric, but Ginny's eyes narrowed.

"Who was it, Harry?" Ron asked. He was oblivious that Harry had no intentions of going further with the conversation.

"It's irrelevant. I'm with Draco now, and that's all that matters," Harry stated.

"No one mistreated you, did they, Harry?" Hermione asked gently. "It's ok that you don't want to say, but just promise us that."

"No one's come onto me with any sexual advances that I didn't think I wanted at the time," Harry replied cryptically. "If you are all going to keep talking about this, then I'm going to sleep."

"It's getting late anyway," Draco realised. "I think I might call it a night, too."

"Are you all right, Harry?" Ginny asked, touching her friend's arm.

"I'm fine," Harry replied with a forced smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Goodnight, everyone. We'll see you in the morning."

Ginny hugged Harry, and Hermione did the same before moving on and giving Draco a brief squeeze. "Sleep well," she said with a smile, and the three left for their respective rooms.

"Wow, a hug," Draco murmured. "That was… nice of her, wasn't it, baby?"

Harry was kicking off his pyjama pants. "Hmm?" he said distractedly.

"Are you ready to tell me about the thing with Ginny yet?" Draco asked wisely. He sat down next to Harry and started stroking his thigh lovingly.

"What thing?" Harry said defensively, a tiny frown creasing his forehead.

"Okay, you're not ready. It's fine, sweetheart." Draco turned Harry's face towards him and kissed him softly. "Bed then?"

"The first time Ginny and I slept together… Remember I told you about it?" Harry started; Draco merely nodded in response. "She got me drunk. She seduced me. Like I said, I had no clue what I was doing, but she got me so pissed I apparently thought it's what I wanted at the time. If I could go back and change it, I would never have had a relationship with her, or with any girl most likely."

"What about all the times after that?" Draco asked.

"By that time, she had managed to really confuse me. I was just starting to convince myself I just might be gay, and she came along. Ron and Hermione had just started seeing each other, so I thought it was the right thing to do. I've always thought she was a decent girl. She's great, and I love her, but in a sisterly way. I've forgiven her for what she did. She knows what she did, but it meant a lot more to her than it did to me, and I don't think she understands that. I think deep down she has resentment that I came out. She probably feels I betrayed her or something. Hence, the question about meaningless sex."

"You regret it," Draco noted, putting his arm around Harry's back and pulling him close.

"Yeah," Harry sighed. "And I didn't realise that I did until I fell in love with you."

"Have you spoken to her since she found out you're gay?" Draco said gently. Harry shook his head. "Maybe you need to. It sounds like things are a little unresolved between you two. How did you break up?"

"She got shitty with me one night when I couldn't get it up. As the time went on, it was harder and harder to respond to her physically. She was complaining about being horny and said I didn't satisfy her like her other boyfriends had. I flipped and told her to fuck off and find someone else then. That was it. It was never actually a proper break up. We just never came back together. It was really awful between us for a long time before I finally apologised to her. I used some pissy excuse about it not being the right time of my life for that sort of relationship," Harry laughed dryly. "About a week later I finally realised it would never be the right time in my life for that sort of relationship because I was gay. I was pretty fucked up at the time. I was still depressed over Sirius and was just generally down all the time."

Draco was listening to Harry intently, and when he finished talking, wrapped his arms around Harry and comforted him. "Go and speak to her, love. Get it off your chest and we can move on. She was your first relationship. You need to tie up the loose ends you didn't mean to leave." He gave Harry a gentle nudge.

"Now?" Harry asked in surprise. "It's late!"

"Do you honestly think you will sleep with your head swimming with what we've talked about?" Draco stated knowingly and Harry gave him a feeble look. "No, of course you don't. Go on, baby. I'll be awake when you get back."

Harry gave Draco a kiss and then stood up. He went over to the door before he turned to smile slightly at his boyfriend. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you back," Draco said and blew him a kiss. Harry nodded and then turned to face his past.

* * * * *

Harry stood outside of Ginny's door, taking some deep breaths to calm himself. Why was this so hard? He reached up to knock, then hesitated, almost turning and launching himself back into their room. He shook himself and then knocked quickly.

"Come in!" Ginny called through the door. Harry opened the door and stepped in awkwardly, clearing his throat when Ginny turned to look at him surprise. She was sitting at her dresser in her nightgown and brushing her hair. "Harry? Is everything all right?"

Harry sucked on his bottom lip as he scratched his forearm nervously. "Can we talk, Ginny? About… about what happened with us?"

Ginny put her hairbrush down, indicating her arm chair near her bed for him to sit in as she sighed. "I was wondering if you were ever going to bring this up again."

"I just… think we have some things that need resolving," Harry admitted. "We've not talked about anything like this since I came out."

"Did you know you were gay when we were seeing each other?" Ginny blurted out and then swiped her hand through her hair. "I'm sorry. I've just been wondering that for so long. You're so comfortable and happy with Draco. You were never like that with me."

"I… had a suspicion I might not be straight," Harry said. "Does that make sense?"

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, it does. I wasn't your first, was I, Harry?" she asked. "We never discussed past relationships. I always assumed I was your first, like you were mine, but I've suspected for awhile now that I wasn't."

"No, you weren't. I had slept with a guy before you," Harry told her, dropping his gaze to his lap. "It was only one time, but it was enough to confuse me."

"So, I was your token I'm-gay-but-trying-to-pretend-I'm-not girlfriend?" Ginny asked. She sounded a little hurt, but not angry or upset.

Harry shook his head. "Don't take this the wrong way, but it was more a sense of going out with you because I felt I should. I honestly didn't know when we were together that I was gay. I suspected but wasn't really sure. I promise you that."

"What was the sex like for you? Honestly, Harry, please. I think you owe me at least that. I can take it, you know? I'm not a young as I was back then. We've all grown up a lot since then," Ginny stated wisely.

"I… didn't really enjoy it much," Harry mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok, honey," Ginny assured him. "I understand now. Obviously I didn't back then and it was as frustrating as shit when you just always seemed out of it. I thought it was because of what was going on with you, but it makes more sense now."

"It wasn't meaningless, though. I was referring that one time with the guy when you asked me back there," Harry explained. He looked up at her and she flashed him a small smile. "I appreciated the closeness we had. The physical closeness was something I really needed back then. But it wasn't a sexual feeling for me." He sighed and adjusted his glasses. "Do you resent me for what I have done?"

"Oh, sweetie, no," Ginny promised. "I don't blame you for preferring men. I'm quite partial to them myself." This earned a laugh from Harry and suddenly everything seemed comfortable between them. "I'm glad you were my first, Harry. I would've preferred not have needed to get you pissed for it, but I can't think of anyone else in the world I would rather have lost my virginity to. For that, you'll always have a special place in my heart."

"Thank you, Ginny. You don't know what this means to me. I wouldn't have blamed you in the slightest if you wanted to tear strips off me," Harry said sheepishly.

"Pfft," Ginny scoffed, waving her had at him dismissively. "If I had even sneered at you, Draco would be over here like a shot to vanish my spine or something," she laughed. "There is one thing you can do for me."

"Anything," Harry agreed.

"Promise me," Ginny murmured, "that he is your everything, Harry."

"He is, Ginny. More than everything," Harry confirmed.

Ginny smiled. "Then go to him and enjoy it."

* * * * *

"You'll be awake when I get back, hmm?" Harry whispered, crawling into bed as Draco roused from where he had dozed off waiting for Harry to return.

"I was -"

"Just resting your eyes?" Harry asked with a loving smile. He dropped tiny kisses to Draco's eyelids and cradled Draco's face in his hand.

"Yeah," Draco breathed, leaning in to kiss Harry deeply. "Did it go okay?

"It went fine, baby," Harry assured him and pulling Draco down on top of him, wrapping his arms around him. "But I don't want to talk about that. I want to make love to my boyfriend…"

"Oh really?" Draco said with interested. "And there I was thinking that was your wand digging into my hip."

"Not this time." Harry ran his fingers through the back of Draco's hair and pulled him close for a heated kiss. They were both naked. They moved together, rubbing against each other's bodies and losing themselves in the feeling. The light blanket that had been covering them slipped off onto the floor, but they didn't even notice.

Harry adored the warm pressure of Draco lying on top of him. He traced his hands down Draco's beautiful back and cupped his arse cheeks, squeezing them lightly. Their hard dicks were pressed together, rubbing against each other as they moved automatically in response to the heated kiss.

"I want you to make love to me like this," Draco whispered in Harry's ear. He reached over and grabbed Harry's wand from the nightstand. "Can you reach my bum like this to prepare me?"

Harry smiled. "Yeah… I like this." He took his wand and performed the Lubricant Charm before Draco settled back on top of him. Harry slid his fingers in between Draco's arse cheeks and smoothed the oily liquid around. He gently eased his first finger into Draco's hole and felt Draco's muscles flex in response.

"Oh, hmmm, that feels really good like this," Draco sighed. He moved on to suckle lightly on Harry's earlobe and Harry shivered as the feeling of Draco's tongue sent goose bumps prickling over his skin. Draco's breath was ghosting his neck, and he was soon back for another kiss.

Their lips melted together as their tongues met. The kiss deepened and Harry pressed his middle finger in beside the first. Draco was rocking ever so slightly above him, their cocks sliding together just enough to create a steady pleasure but not to cause any premature explosions. This was amazing. The intense tenderness of the feelings this position was creating was enough for Harry to want to prolong their lovemaking as long as physically possible. His free hand roamed all over Draco's back, ending up at his neck with this fingers feathering through the loose, blond hair.

Draco ended the kiss by sucking on Harry's bottom lip before he sat up and smiled lovingly down at Harry. "I'm ready, baby," he murmured, running his hands over Harry's toned chest. He swirled his finger in Harry's belly button and Harry chuckled softly.

A few more whispered words to ensure they had enough lube to prevent Draco being injured, and they were ready. Draco leant forward, bracing himself on the bed with one hand and reaching behind him with the other to position Harry's dick at his sensitive hole. He sucked on his lower lip and then slowly sank down onto Harry's hard cock; Harry all the while stroking Draco's thighs in encouragement.

Soon Draco was fully seated, Harry's dick nestled in his passage, pulsing lightly in response to being sheathed. Draco was straddled across Harry, still leaning forward and drawing some deep breaths to accustom himself to the feeling. It felt unusual in this position, but certainly not unpleasant. He rocked forward experimentally, causing Harry's cock to ease out of him and then back in when Draco moved back again.

"Oh my god," Draco breathed. "This… feels… fantastic." He rocked his hips again, loving the control he had, but knowing he was still in the submissive position. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling for a few moments. He felt Harry run his hand up his leg and stroke his stomach.

This position gave Draco the freedom to lean forward comfortably and kiss Harry. It was a warm, gentle kiss. Their tongues glided together as they tasted each other; loved each other, and got lost in the moment.

Draco's rocking became more insistent. The muscles in his legs were fast tiring, but he didn't care. He bent forward a little more and just hugged Harry. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and they laid together like that for neither knew how long.

"I love you," Draco whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry kissed Draco's temple and rubbed his back. "I love you."

Draco pulled himself back up and Harry thrust up slowly into Draco's arse. They soon found a perfect rhythm together, gazing into each other's eyes as they made love slowly, and sensually. Harry's fingers found Draco's cock, and he wrapped his fingers around it as he moved his hand up and down the hard length. Draco threw his head back, a small moan of pleasure escaping his lips.

"I need to come, Harry," Draco gasped out. "You feel too good." Harry started rubbing Draco harder and quicker. Draco lost control of his rocking as it became erratic in response to his growing arousal. He was making small keening noises of pleasure. He took Harry's free hand and entwined his own fingers with Harry's squeezing tightly as warning of his near release. "Oh, Harry, baby… hmmm… I'm coming… oh yes… yes… ungh… YES! HARRY! YES!" He stilled as white streams pulsed out of his cock, streaking down Harry's hand and falling onto Harry's stomach. Harry continued the light massaging of Draco's dick until it began to soften.

In his complete ecstasy, Draco almost forgot Harry hadn't come yet. A brief squeeze to his hand told him Harry was trying to get his attention. He opened his eyes and smiled adoringly down at Harry. Harry pulled himself up so he was half in a sitting position. "Hold on, okay?" he told Draco. He held on to Draco tightly and eased him back onto the bed. It was awkward, and they were both giggle by the time Harry managed to get back on top, but Draco was more than happy to let Harry take the lead.

Harry was now in desperate need of release. Watching Draco above him as he made love to his gorgeous blond boyfriend was too much. He started pounding succinctly into Draco while Draco reached up and ran his fingers through Harry's sweaty fringe. Only moments later, Harry grunted Draco's name and his orgasm burst through him. He swallowed and gasped to regain his breath as he flopped down next to Draco in exhaustion.

"That was brilliant, my love," Harry sighed, smoothing his hand over Draco's stomach.

"I know," Draco mumbled. "Fuck me, we are so doing it in that position again."

"Bloody right," Harry agreed with a laugh.

"We're the wrong way around in the bed," Draco said tiredly. "Pull me up the right way, yeah?"

"Bugger off," Harry snorted. "You pull me up."

"Too tired," Draco decided. "I'm lying in a wet spot."

"Shift over, I'll clear it," Harry offered.

"Meh," was Draco's answer.

"Love you," Harry mumbled, managing to yank the sheet up over them.

"Love you back," Draco whispered only a moment before he was overcome by tired snores. Harry smiled to himself. He used his last store of energy to press a kiss to Draco's slightly open lips before snuggling down and falling asleep himself.

* * * * *

"I don't want you to go," Harry said with a pout. "I'll come with you. I don't need to stay!"

Draco zipped up his suitcase and turned to Harry with a sigh. "You're staying," he said firmly. "You need to spend some time with your family and Hermione without me hanging around and being a haemorrhoid. It's only a week."

"Aww," Harry whined.

Draco chuckled. "You know I'd love to give into that sulky face, baby, especially after the amazing sex last night, but we'll be fine. I have lots of reading to do for university and you know I'm going to stay at Hogwarts with Severus for a few days while Mum gets prepared for her new Defence Against the Dark Arts teaching post. Mum a professor? Weird hey?" He laughed.

"I'll say," Harry said with a smirk. "Merlin help the kids who play up. Although she may find it hard to scold them without reeling off five thousand middle names in the process!"

"I do not have five thousand middle names!" Draco argued.

"Four thousand, then," Harry joked and Draco flipped him his middle finger. "Don't you make rude gestures at me, Draco Xavier Carston Regis Jestyn Malfoy!"

"How the fuck did you remember all those?" Draco asked incredulously. "Even I didn't learn them until I was eight and I was almost eleven before I could spell them all!"

"I thought it might come in handy to know them," Harry replied with a shrug.

"You scream them out during a shag, and I will slap you," Draco stated.

"Oo, will you?" Harry teased, winking at his boyfriend. "I might be up for a little spanking."

"Hold that thought for a week," Draco said regretfully. "Come here and give me a proper goodbye."

"We don't have time to shag," Harry whined. "A blow job?" He suggested enthusiastically.

"We don't have time for that either," Draco told him.

Harry huffed in annoyance. "To think you were the one moaning about not fucking for a weekend two days ago! Now you're the one turning down a shag! I'm standing here with a hard on -"

Draco laughed. "I get the picture," he said.

"Did you have a good time?" Harry asked.

Draco gave a little amused chuckle. "Yeah, I did, funnily enough. Some of it was bloody awful, but it's been good getting to know the Weasleys. They're a pretty great bunch, aren't they?"

Harry grinned and nodded. "And you're even getting on with Ron better."

"Yes, well, I can't always get my way," Draco sniped jokingly. "I still think he's a wanker. He's a blight on humanity, he is."

"Oh shush," Harry laughed. "You're a stuck up little shit when you want to be."

"I'll show you stuck up," Draco purred. Harry smiled at him and Draco's face fell when he soon realised again he was about to say goodbye to Harry. He moved over and hugged Harry tightly. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'm going to miss you, too," Harry mumbled, burying his face in Draco's shoulder. Oh, god!, he thought. I'm going to cry!

"Just a week, love. Then we go house hunting! I have a fool proof system of finding the perfect house," Draco said confidently.

"And what's that?" Harry asked curiously, pulling back to look into Draco's sparkling eyes.

Draco grinned. "You'll just have to wait and see!"

"HARRY! DRACO! THE FLOO IS OPEN! IT'S TIME TO GO, DRACO!" Molly's voice boomed from downstairs.

Draco sighed and gave Harry a sad smile. He felt tears prickle in his eyes and wiped them hastily. "Just a week," he said with a nod, now trying to placate himself more than Harry.

"Remember to lock the door if you go for a wank," Harry laughed tearfully.

"And you remember to think of me when you wank." Draco threw his arms around Harry and hugged him tightly. "I love you so much!"

"Love you just as much," Harry sniffled. They melted into a wet, intense kiss, neither wanting to let go and say goodbye. They'd become so used to each other and it was a struggle to separate, even just for a week.

"BOYS! HURRY!" Molly called again.

Draco reluctantly broke the kiss and sighed. He picked up his suitcase and leant in to nuzzle Harry's cheek. "I'll Floo you tonight for a chat, okay? Hey, maybe we can have Floo sex!"

"Draco!" Harry gasped. "The Weasleys' Floo is in their living room!"

"Oh yeah," Draco said sheepishly. "Bugger."

"You better go, babe," Harry told his lingering boyfriend. "Your Mum will be starting to worry."

Draco nodded, stepping over to the door. "A week," he promised. He winked at Harry and blew him a kiss. "And don't be a naughty boy, or I may just need to spank you."

Harry laughed and waved goodbye. "I love you, Draco."

"I love you, too," Draco murmured with a sigh. With one final gaze at Harry he waved and was gone.

- fin -

COMING SOON: COMPANION PIECE #2!

TITLE: A House To Call Home
SUMMARY: Harry and Draco are on the hunt for their first home together. Why can't they agree on what they want, and what is Draco's strategy for finding the perfect home?