Truth or dare prt four I think….

Uhhhhhh I got bored and someone was complaining about the amount of smutt in my fics so I guess….. the Weasleys coming for Christmas is coming to life part four.

Not smutt. For you, random person who doesn't like it.

(And also I do not care that it's July it's Christmas in my writing. I hate the damn heat)

Also also, my brain is fried so some people aren't dead that should be maybe, also the timeline is totally jacked,

But hopefully you're not here for the book accurate plot devices....

OH

And also also also I know this started as a protective thing, to keep him away from the dursleys, but I kind of wanted to change it up a bit, so we're pretending 8th year is over and Harry is rooming with Draco at the manor while they both do their works and stuff. So Harry's been there like…. 6months?

Sorry I know it's confusing but I'm trying to have a better plot drive lmao.

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The weasleys have pulled up to the manor in Arthur's car, and are all unloading in a jumbled group.

Ron huffs "Mum are you sure about this? I don't know if I like Malfoy, I mean I know Harry and he are friendly now but-" Ron huffs

"I know dear but if Harry trusts him it's best we give him some kind of chance"

"I don't know if I like this idea very much either, I mean think of Lucius Molly….." Arthur sounds stressed, rocking from heel to heel.

Molly sighs as Fred and George, as well as Ginny, and- well all the Weasleys are complaining.

"I'm not forcing anyone, but I'm not leaving Harry alone on Christmas, are you lot?" Molly asks, hands on her hips.

Guilt washes over their faces and Molly makes a mmmhmm noise before turning on her heel to walk up to the Malfoys front door before the snow begins to fall too heavy.

The rest of the pack of red heads follow closely behind, excluding Bill and Charlie, who couldn't make it to the dinner.

They step up to the giant doors, and Molly reaches forward to use the knocker.

It has some kind of magic that makes the noise enhance, and they can hear it through the doors.

"DRACO THEYRE HERE!!!!! ILL GET ILL GET IT" Harry screams behind the door, and a loud crash sounds before the door opens and there is the potter boy in a fitted pair of red trousers, a yellow shirt tucked into them with a red suit jacket. His hair is messy and his tie is all jagged and messed up, but he looks so healthy, happy.

Molly is overcome with relief.

"Harry!" Shes smiling as she yanks him into a tight hug.

As Harry says hi and hugs the rest of them, (Ron extra tight for reassurance) Molly starts apologizing for being late.

"We just took longer than we thought to get dressed up."

"That's ok! Pansy and Blaise are in the parlor with the kids and Draco, you guys can meet them!!"

Harry is rushing to show the Weasleys the manor, but they're too stuck on the sheer size to appreciate the individual pieces.

"Jesus. No wonder he's got a stick up his a-"

A look from molly shuts Ron up.

They walk into a deep green painted room, well furnished with three people already sitting on the giant couch that wraps around a coffee table with tea set out.

Blaise Zabini stands to greet them all, shaking hands and looking at Ron and Hermione before smiling and grabbing their hands tightly. "Nice to see you guys"

Ron is still a bit sour, but Blaise sounds so genuine he has to smile and greet him with Hermione.

"This is Blaise, oh and you may have seen Pansy, she's a bit different now of course what with the baby, but still Pansy." Harry says with a giant grin.

She struggles to stand with Blaise and, wow is that the Malfoy boy? He's grown quite a lot Molly realizes. She wonders if he's matured mentally as much as physically.

"Pansy" she says with a smile, kissing Hermiones cheek before shaking the hands of everyone else. "It's so good to meet you, and see you two again" she rests her hand on her belly and looks at Ron and Hermione. "I can't believe I spent so much energy being arses to you two when you're so lovely." She sighs and smiles softly, sadly, before dropping back to the couch with a groan.

Then Harry is frowning a bit, nervously.

"And uh…. And….This-well, well you guys know Draco."

The blonde doesn't look too angry, or snarky, just stiff and skittish.

He reaches for Ron's hand first, shaking it firmly and giving ron a look that molly can't decipher, Ron nods, Draco takes one of Hermiones hands and cupping it between his palms, looks between all of them.

"I've- I've grown. And I'm- im my own person now. I was an idiot to be so passive, and-" he takes a breath and shifts a bit "and I'm sorry."

Harry looks between them all nervously before Molly pulls Draco into a bone crushing hug.

"You were a boy." She says with a soft smile.

She hears Harry release a deep breath while the rest of her family begin to settle on the couches and she joins them.

"So…." Fred inquires "when's the food comin?"

Draco checks his watch. "Should be out any minute actually, I can check."

Harry hops up to follow him, and molly excuses herself to find the bathroom so she can be nosy and see what they're up to.

"See!! I told you. Smooth as butter." She can here the smirk in Harry's voice. Draco sighs and smiles, dropping his head on Harry's shoulder for a second before straightening up.

"No, potter. It was in fact rocky as a mountain because of that god damn tie. I was about to cancel the entire event. You practically live with Molly Weasley how don't you know how to tie a tie?"

Harry shrugs.

Draco rolls his eyes and unties the knotted mess Harry tried to make a tie, before redoing it in a tight Windsor knot.

"There. Now you don't look homeless."

"Seeing as you wouldn't even let me see the price tag for this ensemble I doubt I look homeless even with the mangled tie" Harry grins, motioning to the suit.

"Sure potter, or maybe you have no class."

"Maybe you have too much class"

"No such thing, you can always be fancier"

"No way. You're a stupid amount of classy what with all this"

He motions to Draco's outfit, black dress pants with a black undershirt and a pine green waistcoat. A silver pocket square in his Brest pocket and a gold chain goes from his pants pocket to his waistcoat. He has a black suit jacket over it all.

"This is called being hot as fuck potter."

"No, it's called having a stick up your butt."

"Actually-"

"I'll give you twenty bucks if your not wearing suspenders."

Draco fumes. "You have no fashion since."

"Are you saying I don't look spectacular in my Gryffindor wardrobe."

"Nothing gryffindor is spectacular potter"

"I'm telling professor lupin you said that"

Draco throws his suit jacket at Harry.

Harry points at the suspenders over Draco's shoulders and the blonde flips him off before Harry walks back towards the tea parlor, Draco walks in the opposite direction, probably to the kitchen to inquire about the food.

Molly slips back to the tea room without a sound.

***

"Supper!!!" A woman yells, causing a herd to form towards the smell of a feast.

Draco drops down at one head of the table , and Arthur decidedly takes the other.

Harry sits next to draco, with Ron at his right and Hermione across from him. Molly sits next to Ron, across from Fred and George and next to Ginny.

In front of them is enough food to feed a small village. Pork chicken, ham, turkey, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, stuffing, duck, sparkling cider and wine, baked potatoes and soft rolls and butter, as well as fruits and vegetables, and all kinds of strange concoctions molly can't place for the life of her.

Molly smiles and serves herself a plate of salad and produce before picking up a fork from a stupidly large assortment of silverware in front of her.

Everyone seems to be in too deep of a conversation to hear the boys whispering down the table and molly can't help but glance out of the corner of her eye and listen.

"Is it this one."

"No imbecile that's a salad fork."

"This is salad…."

"Just because you mash it together into pieces doesn't make it salad"

***

Molly smiles and eats a bit of her food, (she's gotten some stuffing and meat now, as well as fruit) still being nosy.

"Stop touching me with your knee weirdo"

"Potter you're legs are practically in my lap idiot."

"It's your own fault for sticking your giant stick legs in my space."

"I think the pent up jealousy is peaking through potter dear"

"Malfoy hun, being tall just means you die faster"

The table shakes and Harry hisses, pulling his knee to his chest.

"Served you right" and then as a second thought "shortie"

"As soon as everyone leaves I'm beating your ass" Harry seethes,stabbing his food.

"Bring it tiny man" Draco laughs, sipping his drink.

"I swear to god."

"On Christmas Harry. My my my that is ever so rude"

"I will strangle you with my bare hands."

"All the grease on your fingers will be enough to make me die from a breakout long before you strangle me."

Molly has to contain her laughter. she stops looking to eat and talk to Pansy and Blaise, then Hermione, but she can't help but listen when Harry starts cackling.

Draco has gravy all on his waist coat

"This cost me more money that you've got potter"

"Right Right Right. But you love me"

"I will sue you damnit"

"It's your own fault! I told you to hand it to me gently."

"I did, you're the one who catapulted it onto my torso."

"I'll kiss it better if you want"

"Potter i will pour this gravy down your front. See if I won't."

Harry snickers and dips his hands in his water, flicking it in Draco's face.

"You are an ape. A caveman. Do you know that"

"Butttttttt you love me for it?"

"No. In fact I rather want to drown you"

Molly listens all through dinner and desert, sometimes to the two boys, sometimes to Pansy and Blaise and the twins, and Hermione and don and Ginny.

But she finds the boys don't say a word to anyone but each other other than a tiny bit of small talk. They're too engrossed in their playful arguing.

When dinner is over and they're being ushered out the door, Molly stops to ask Harry if he'd like to stay at the burrow for a while, just until the break is over.

She notices she may have made a mistake when the blonde stiffens.

"Oh molly, I love you for offering, but I think I'll stay at the manor this year, Draco's got a lot of stuff he's planned for Christmas Eve and day" Harry beams

"Ok dear, as long as you're happy to stay here…." She's offered him an escape, he'll take it if he wants.

He grins and hugs her again, "I promise if anything changes I'll write"

That's good enough for Molly. Ron and Hermione bid a special goodbye to Harry with hugs and tiny gift parcels they had hidden away, the same happens with Pansy and Blaise and Draco.

Draco and Harry laugh and wave everyone out, turning towards each other to talk as the doors close.

The Weasleys all pack out into the winter towards the car, Molly has a heavy feeling, a strange one, in her stomach.

Something tells her it isn't just the food.

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(I'm a bit too tired for a super mega long fic so we'll do a bit of a time lapse)

New year:

Harry and Draco are in a pub, counting down the seconds until the new year, something Harry begged Draco to do for hours before the blonde finally agreed.

Harry and Draco are smushed between people, laughing over their sodas and food while they shout out the numbers displayed on the TV

They start back from ten, Harry's jumping around and buzzing, shouting the numbers with the crowd.

Then they get to five and the whole damn pub is lit with energy.

They get to three and Draco's laughing out loud at the brunettes enthusiasm his smile contagious in every way possible apparently

then two and Draco is admiring the color and life Harry is emitting, pure joy painted on every one of his features as he leans forward towards the screen with anticipation

then it's at one and Draco is resting a cheek on his hand, his elbow on the rickety table, waiting for Harry to topple over with excitement and anticipation as the little ball reaches its stopping point on the TV.

The countdown doesn't seem to matter so much anymore. Harry's so damn happy, so Draco's happy too. And not to mention the joy makes him prettier than he already is.

And then.

Oh fuck.

Draco's mind flares up in a second. No

no no no no no nononononnononono.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

This isn't good

And then it's "HAPPY NEW YEAR" and Draco barely has time to make eye contact with Harry before he grabs the front of his sweater and kisses him fast, pulls away, and smiles up at the blonde.

"W-wh-what…?!" Draco croaks. Can Harry read minds?

"It's a tradition! You kiss someone on New Years." Harry grins

Draco flushes violently, "o-oh. Oh"

Nope. Harry cannot read minds.

Draco excuses himself to the bathroom to splash water in his face.

His lips were warm, soft. Really soft. How could they be so soft?

Draco splashes water in his face rubbing over his ears.

He just tangled his hands in his sweater without a second though. God his lips were soft.

Another aggressive splash.

STOP THINKING ABOUT IT CHRIST.

Draco scolds himself.

"Tradition." He whispers. "Tradition"

Valentine's Day:

When Draco wakes up on Valentine's Day at two in the morning, there's a few things he doesn't understand.

1.) he doesn't understand waking up or being woken up at 2 am for any reason: why?

2.) he doesn't understand what on earth that loud crash and scream was.

3.) he doesn't understand why his stupid ass roommate can't keep from harms way for one god damn singular second.

Draco has to floo Harry to a hospital while the brunette is trying to keep himself from crying. He'd been attempting to hang up hearts on the ceiling because of course he was, and he fell off the ladder, effectively breaking several bones, bruising and breaking some ribs, and busting his face open.

He'd been planning to booby trap Draco with the hearts and decorations so of course Draco had to mention-

"karma. This is karma for you being an arse and trying to scare me" he's trying to keep potter joking while they wait in the ER of the wizarding world.

Who knew people would be getting injured left and right on Valentine's Day at two in the morning.

"I-I still got you. Because, you have to pay the medical bills" Harry is about to start sobbing, burrying his face in the blanket Draco's wrapped him in.

"D-Draco." He croaks "hurts, hurt t-breathe"

Draco?

"Ok ok, it's ok, I'm, I'm gonna get you help ha-"

Harry?

"I'm gonna get you help Harry"

After a few more minutes they've finally gotten their shit together and Draco runs Harry down the hallway as fast as possible without jostling him too much. They load him in a stretcher, moving fast to an operating room, Draco can't go in so he waits. For hours.

And hours.

And hours.

He falls asleep in the waiting room, an empty coffee cup in his hands.

When he wakes up a young nurse is telling him he can see Harry. She leads him to a room where Harry is all bandaged up, head sat up on a mountain of pillows.

Draco sits. "You look like shit." He says softly, brushing his thumb over Harry's wrist.

"I feel like shit." Harry groans. "I think we should hide this from everyone we know forever."

"Because you failed to bamboozle me?"

"Because I don't like people thinking I'm fragile."

"To be fair potter, you are fragile right now"

"Yeah but…."

"I understand" Draco says, leaning back in his chair.

"Happy….. Valentine's Day?"

"Not anymore imbecile" Draco sighs, shutting his eyes.

Harry recovers slowly through march, with Draco's help he moves a little bit to and from the bathroom, but he has to practically lay back against Draco's chest when he walks. The broken ribs and the broken leg don't work too well together.

They kind of figure it out.

Draco tells Pansy, she keeps her mouth shut to everyone but the baby and Blaise.

Harry has nightmares, Draco heard him cry softly when he wakes up screaming, only to be beaten back by the pain in his ribs.

He thinks about going into Harry's room and wrapping him in blankets, giving him cookies and milk and telling him he gets it.

He doesn't.

April fools:

He has to use crutches and move carefully through April. April fools is awful because Harry must fake falling down the stairs ten times, and Draco has to fall for it because he knows that Harry is a dumb enough dumbass that there's a 90% chance he will fall down the stairs while pretending to fall down the stairs.

Draco gets him back by pretending to have left the house. Harry actually freaks out though and Draco feels so bad he orders all Harry's favorite foods and they watch Harry's favorite muggle movies on a TV Harry insisted they buy.

When they go to bed Harry has nightmares, Draco's hears them, he thinks about going into Harry's room, thinks about telling him he's got them too. That he's here, he's safe, Voldemort can't get him here, and Draco would know, he was in his house half his life.

He doesn't. He falls asleep thinking about all the things he could but won't say.

Mother's Day:

Harry's much better. He still needs a crutch but his leg and his ribs are healing well, there's a lot less pain involved in walking and moving about, and he has started tackling the stairs on his own, even though they're really steep.

They both write vivid letters and send big gifts to Molly and Narcissa, and then they both grab blankets and snacks and watch movies all day.

At night they each have a tiny glass of wine and make a toast to moms.

Labor Day:

Months later and Harry's ribs and leg have completely healed, Draco is gone for quidditch more and more and more, On Labor Day the Boys decide to be ironic and do no work whatsoever, instead they lay around and play games, eat food, tell stories.

Harry watches some of Draco's quidditch practices with smiles painted on his face.It's obvious Draco adores it.

He's happy. Really genuinely happy, for the first time in a long time.

Harry's screams are bad this time. Draco makes it to his bedroom door before he desides against it. Harry probably doesn't want him to come in. Nightmares make you emotional and vunrable.

Draco thinks about telling Harry that he's ok. That's he's safe and in Malfoy manor, and Draco is right down the hallway with a wand and a mouthful of spells should anyone hurt Harry.

He thinks about wrapping him up in blankets and slowly, softly, brushing his hair back until he falls asleep.

He cant will himself to, he's too afraid Harry will push him away.

Halloween:

While the wizarding world is new on muggle celebrations Halloween is no stranger.

Harry and Draco go out to buy ass tons of candy after Harry mentioned that one of his goals in life was to be "that house" that all the kids sprinted to for the best candy. And of course Draco did it because Harry was all smiles when he was telling Draco about his hopes or his interests or things that were muggle that Draco didn't quite get.

They were Draco and Harry now, not just to others but to each other.

Potter and Malfoy were more of an inside joke now; only to be thrown around teasingly.

Harry realized with a sudden pang in the chest that he had a tiny crush. He didn't mind when he and Draco brushed hands, or when they'd share blankets on the couch and Harry would drop his legs into Draco's lap without thought.

He thought about the little things they'd picked up throughout their living together, that's how Harry realized that yeah.

He had a tiny.

Teeny tiny.

Supermassive gigantor magnum ultra crush.

Alright. Harry thought. This is a problem.

He and Draco dress as wizards (for the sarcasm and irony of course, but mainly because they forgot about costumes and technically to muggles their wardrobe was costumes so...…wizards) And handed out buttloads of candy to hundreds of kids. By the end of the night the manor was the most talked about house in all of candy givers. You got to meet THE Harry Potter AND get a king size Hershey. Double whammy.

Draco smiled when he saw Harry absolutely beaming after they went inside.

Then, before bed, Harry tackled Draco in a hug, his head pressing against his chest. Draco was taken aback, he looked down st the brunette for an explanation

"You're-you're a good friend. And a good person. And a good wizard. I'm glad I got a second chance with you"

Then it's Draco's turn to wrap Harry in a hug, his nose pressing against Harry's shoulder.

"That….potter that means a lot"

"I thought I was Harry" Harry smiled at him, squeezing him one more time before letting go.

"No, no, we're wizards remember? I only know you as potter. The famous potter."

"Oh yeah yeah yeah."

Harry smiles, crooks his head to the side. "Goodnight stranger."

Draco smiles back, "goodnight"

They go to sleep.

Draco hears screams, hears crying, he hears harry moving in bed to try to get comfortable. He thinks about walking into Harry's room, pulling back the covers and pressing kisses all over his face until he's grounded, he thinks about holding harry so god damn close that the brunette won't have a choice but to understand that Draco would tear down the world for him.

Draco just sits there, making sure he hears harry settle down before he passes out too.

Thanksgiving:

They don't do thanksgiving. Harry's tired and Draco is too. He doesn't want to cook and he let the staff off for the Holliday. They lay around, go out for lunch and get take out for dinner. They eat garbage Chinese and giant scoops of homemade ice cream that Draco had stocked in a freezer, they both stick spoons in a gallon tub of the stuff and eat until it's near empty and they're heads are exploding from the brain freeze.

Then they watch movies and after the ice cream is settled, snack on some pop corn.

Harry writes some letters, Draco reads from a book.

At 10:00 they say goodnight and go to bed, Draco strips down to his boxers, Harry dressed in one of the sets of silk pajamas.

Draco hears harry scream, hears him gasping and flailing, hears him cry. He thinks he hears him settle, breathe.

He closes his eyes and drifts off for a few minutes

His door is opening. The handle turns and opens and harry is in the doorway, stumbling haphazardly towards dracos bed without glasses. He shakes dracos shoulder and the blonde wake up completely with a bit of a start. Its pitch black, the door swung behind itself and here is harry tapping his shoulder.

"Potter? Are you ok?"

"I-Draco I had a really bad one." He chokes.

Draco can hear the tears in his voice, he knows harry knows that he knows that harry is talking about nightmares.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." Harry whispers, "can I…..can i stay with you, for a few minutes. Just a few I promise."

Draco pulls back the blankets and reaches blindly for potter in the dark, "I don't have anything but boxers on"

"That's ok. Unless it's not for you"

"No no I'm fine if you're fine. C'mere"

Harry curls on the very edge of the bed, Draco rests on his back on the other side of the bed. He's tempted to grab harry and ask him to tel him what the dream was about. He doesn't, he passes out feet away from Harry, who's already asleep on the edge of the bed.

Christmas:

It's no stretch to say mollys house may as well be a circus on Christmas. Everyone has everyone else over, and there isn't a single cushion that isn't taken up by somebody to sit on.

They've decided Ron and Harry will share, Hermione can stay with them if she's comfy being with the two boys, but the store stays OPEN and NO SHENANIGANS. (Mollys own words)

They've hung up about two million decorations of all different calibers, from wreaths candles and Christmas lights to mistletoe nativity scenes, and garlands. There isn't a flat surface in the house without some kind of seasonal decoration.

Dinner is a whole different story. Two giant turkeys, and just about every other possible food you could think of for Christmas.

There's so much food, and Molly has prepared all of it, it's so amazing that Draco makes a mental note to write ten thousand thank you letters for it.

And it's not just a lot of food, it tastes amazing too, everyone eats until they've had their fill and then some, and then they gather around the Christmas tree to talk about tomorrow. Draco and Hermione strike up a wonderful conversation about the brewing of dangerous potions and how people go about testing them.

Molly notices Harry is sitting alone at the kitchen counter, sipping sparkling cider and looking at Draco.She walks up to him, sitting next to him on the stool.

"Harry, are you ok?" She asks

"I'm gay" he says softly, not looking at her. His eyes are watery, and he looks like he's trying as hard as possible to hold the tears in.

"I could've guessed as much hun"

He looks shocked. Bewildered, but keeps talking, still avoiding eye contact.

"I-I told Ron and Hermione. I um-"

Molly stands up to hug him tightly "you have a crush on Draco?"

He nods into her shoulder, sniffling.

"Have you…. Have you told him?"

"No, im too scared."

"Oh. Well…. He's never going to reject you if you don't tell him, but he's also never going to tell you if he feels the same. Something to ponder?"

"Y-yeah. Thanks"

"Sure hun."

They put up magical partitions between Harry ron and Hermione, just for a bit of visual privacy, but Molly forbids locking or silencing charms, just in case anyone tries to pull anything.

Harry and Draco are both in nightclothes, Harry takes his place on the bed next to Ron's curtain, and Draco takes the couch by the presents. He assures Molly he doesn't need a bed, and he's not close to anyone enough to ask them to share a room or bed anyways.

Harry has nightmares

Draco hears him scream, he knows Harry must know he's safe in the burrow, but he dashes to the kitchen for water before sprinting up the stairs like a maniac.

Hermione and Ron are sitting with Harry while he tries to calm down his crying.

"I'm so sorry" he buries his face in his hands and tries to take deep breaths.

"Are you ok Harry?"

"Y-yeah. I'm fine I think. It's just, this really bad one keeps plaguing me."

"Bad what? Dream?"

"Yes. And usually I don't get as worked up, but it's really bad. I usually wake up Draco and we talk about it for a bit before I go back to sleep. I don't usually like talking to people but he's lived a nightmare for pretty much his whole life, so he gets in in a crazy way-"

The door slams open and there's Draco with a weighted blanket and a water, completely out of breath.

"Oh. I forgot you two were in here. Sorry." He's gasping for air

Then he looks at Harry. "The Bad one?"

"Y-yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Maybe for a few minutes. If it's ok with Hermione and Ron."

"Go on mate, no reason it'd bother us anyways." Ron says with a smile at Harry and a nod to Malfoy.

He hands Harry the water and droops the blanket around his shoulders before shutting the door almost all the way, leaving a few inches open.

They're walking down the stairs when Harry stops just shy of the living room.

"What?" Draco asks, touching his shoulder.

Harry looks up with a weak smile. Draco follows his eyes.

Ah. Mistletoe.

Harry turns to him with a brighter, more Harry-y smile.

He reaches up to touch Draco's cheek gently.

"I-I guess I'm bad at the whole feelings thing." Harry says.

"Yeah. Me too." Draco's heart is racing for a different reason now.

Harry grabs Draco's nightshirt, a couple buttons are already undone because Draco had begun overheating.

Softly, slowly, Harry pulls Draco down to his level.

"Uh. Draco?"

"Yeah. Yeah Harry?" Draco's whispering, if he leaned forward even an inch their mouths would be touching. Their noses are barely not touching.

"I may have a small crush on you."

Draco laughs breathily. He slips a hands around Harry neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. It's amazing.Harrys mouth is soft and sweet and tastes like the sparkling juice he was drinking earlier.

Harry's hands go up to tangle in Draco's hair, while Draco's hands move to one of Harry's hips and the small of his back.

Harry turns his head to deepen the kiss, and when they break to gasp for air, Harry jumps up and wraps his legs around Draco's midsection.

When Harry reached for Dracos mouth with his own again,Draco laughs into the kiss and pulls Harry closer, pressing him against the wall.

When Harry breaks for breath, Draco ventures down to his neck to press soft, chaste kisses all along Harry's throat and behind his ears.

Harry blushes furiously and pulls the blondes lips back up to his mouth.

Harry kisses him passionately, wrapping his arms securely around his neck, arching his back against the wall. Now that Draco's pressed him up into the wall, Harry's above him. He uses this advantage to kiss over Draco's eyelids.

Draco holds his hips before pulling him away from the wall and to the couch. He drops the brunette down and kisses him again and against, soft pecks against Harry's eager mouth.

"You're very pretty when you're blushing you know." Draco punctuates the remark with a kiss to Harry's throat.

He blushes more.

Eventually, Harry is laid back with Draco's head on his stomach, the blonde has lifted Harry's shirt up enough to trace patterns in his skin with the tip of his finger.

"So." Harry whispers.

"So?"

"I'm not afraid anymore."

"I'm very glad Harry."

Harry smiles and cards his hands through Draco's hair. "Can I sleep with you for a bit?"

"yes. Just make sure you're out before Molly cuts me."

Harry laugh and taps Draco's shoulder, making the blonde sit up. He slips out from behind him and pushes him back against the couch, then Harry plops down on top of him.

"Oh I see how it is."

"What! I'm your cushion you're mine. That's how this works you know."

Draco laughs and pulls Harry into a hug that ends with Harry pressing kisses into his neck and chest until they're both out cold on the Weasleys couch.