Harry sighed as he threw his head against the back of his chair. He had been dancing around his feelings for Dean for the last three months (that he was willing to admit to). When he’d told Hermione as much, she’d smirked and mentioned that it was more like the last year.
Harry scoffed, then quickly checked to make sure he was still alone in his office. It wouldn’t be the first time he had been caught talking to himself, but he wasn’t in the mood to answer questions right now.
When they had first met the hunters, Harry figured he would have to be blind not to see how attractive both brothers were. The Winchesters were the epitome of “tall, dark, and handsome,” and Harry had no trouble enjoying the view. It hadn’t taken long until Dean’s protective instincts and “I will literally go to hell for those I love” attitude had started to worm their way into Harry’s heart. He had long since accepted his bisexuality, but actually falling for a straight man was a new low, even for him.
He leaned forward and started to bang his head on the desk, only stopping when he heard Luna’s breathy voice. He looked up to see the glowing form of a hare standing on the other side of his desk.
Before he could fully process her message, the door to his office burst open and Sam and Dean came running in, guns drawn.
“Harry! What the hell was that, man?” Sam was already yelling as Dean continuously scanned the room for threats or any remnant of the glowing animal, and Harry nearly snorted at how typical that was.
“It’s fine, Sam. Dean. It was just a message. A Patronus, it’s called. Used to fight off certain dark creatures, but modified to send messages. Luna sent it to let me know we have a problem.” His voice dropped as he muttered, “Gotta pull Draco’s arse out of the fire again.”
Caught up in a whirlwind of preparation, Harry completely missed the look the brothers exchanged. It was only as he twisted his body into apparition and felt the hands grabbing his arms that he remembered he wasn’t alone.
Shite.
“What the bloody hell were you thinking?”
Dean knew Harry was pissed. If the words hadn’t tipped him off, the low tone and quiet words would have.
The Winchesters had learned quickly that if Harry exploded, yelling swear words or even throwing the occasional punch, he would get over it quickly and they could move on.
When his voice was quiet, though… Well, Dean probably shouldn’t find it as hot as he did, because they were definitely in the shithouse for pulling this stunt.
Sam was already raising his hands in supplication. “Now Harry, we just thought you might want some back up. We weren’t trying to cause any problems.”
Harry was so angry by that point that his voice was practically a hiss. Dean ruthlessly squashed the flare of desire and tried to pay attention to the actual words being said.
“...any idea what could have happened to you if you had done that to anyone other than me?” Harry’s breath was coming out in harsh pants, his eyes practically glowing with his anger.
Dean felt the desire pooling in his gut, but after a quick acknowledgement, he pushed it away. He held his hands up in surrender. “Relax, man. We just thought you could use some back-up, that’s all.”
Harry bared his teeth and literally hissed at Dean before turning his back and sending out some spells.
Dean smirked until Luna rounded the corner and wrapped her arms around Harry. He scowled.
He heard Sam inhale beside him just knew his pain in the ass little brother had something to say. “Shut it, Sammy. Let’s go.”
Guns drawn, they crept closer to see if they could hear what was happening. By the time they had reached the others, Luna was wiping tears from her face and Harry was pinching the bridge of his nose.
Harry gestured towards the Winchesters. “Keep these two out of my way, won’t you, love? The last thing I need right now is two hunters trying to play hero and getting themselves hurt.”
Dean tried not to show how much the comment hurt him, but before he could come up with a smart-ass reply, Harry was twisting on the spot and Luna was walking towards them, smiling serenely and pointing her wand at them.
“Now Luna, we don’t want to hurt you.” Dean held his hands out in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner.
Luna’s tinkling laughter greeted this announcement, even as Sammy facepalmed next to him.
“Oh, Dean. Even if I believed you could, I don’t think you would.” Those pale blue eyes that always gave him the creeps studied him closely. “After all, Harry would never forgive you if you did something to me. And we both know that you would do absolutely anything to avoid that.”
Dean stammered for a moment, trying to think of a comeback, but before he could get anything out, Harry apparated back into the area, carrying a limp body in his arms. Dean couldn’t tell who it was, and before he could ask any questions, Harry was snapping out a, “Healing. Now.” And apparating back out.
Luna set to work immediately, her hands never wavering over the fallen figure even as she answered Sam’s endless questions with an astounding amount of patience. Before long, the blond lying on the ground was moaning and trying to turn his head away from Luna.
When Harry returned with Neville’s arm draped around his shoulders, blood still pouring from a wound on the taller man’s shoulder, and set him gently on the ground before popping away again, Dean wondered how many more times his heart would be able to stand watching him leave into unknown danger.
The third time Harry popped back to where they were waiting, he had two children that Dean was unfamiliar with under his arms. He set them down gently with a soft smile and a quietly spoken word, and they made a straight beeline for Neville, who had managed to clean himself up.
As soon as he saw they were safely with Neville, Harry headed towards the blond still on the ground, Luna kneeling at his side. “Draco.”
The devastation in his voice nearly punched a hole in Dean’s gut. He didn’t want to be hurt, but he couldn’t help but wish that Harry were looking at him the way he was looking at this Draco guy.
Luna was helping him stand even as Harry made his way over. Harry wasted no time in wrapping his arms around the lithe blond man, and Dean tried to hide how it hit him like a sucker punch. Judging by Sammy’s bitch face, he wasn’t successful.
The blond man’s voice was ridiculously posh when he protested the treatment, even as his own arms wrapped around Harry and he buried his face in the smaller man’s neck. “Yes, Potter, we are all aware of your propensity for physical contact, but you needn’t push that on the rest of us.”
Harry’s voice when he responded was too low for Dean to hear. He watched with an anguished face as the embrace continued, so caught up in the pain he felt over the closeness that he jumped when Luna was suddenly by his elbow.
“Don’t worry, Dean Winchester. Harry and Draco have a long and complicated history, but it has never been romantic.” She squeezed his arm softly. “At least, not on Harry’s part.”
Dean’s relief at that news was practically palpable. “Thanks, Luna. That is… Yeah. That helps.”
She gave him a sunny smile, then wandered away towards Neville and the children, leaving Dean to watch Harry and the blond man.
Draco leaned down and buried his face in Harry’s neck, even as he complained about Harry’s need for physical contact. Harry just huffed and hugged him tighter, refusing to let go.
“It’s done, Draco. They can’t come back and hurt you again. I made sure of it.”
Draco pulled back slightly, turning his head so he could look Harry in the eye. When he saw the truth there, he sobbed and hid his face again.
After a few moments to gather himself together, Draco leaned back once more, but kept his arms around Harry. “So, who is the handsome fashion disaster that has been trying to glare a hole through my head since I first touched you?”
Harry searched the clearing subtly, though he had a feeling about who Draco was referring to. “The shorter one is Dean Winchester. The tall one is his brother, Sam.”
Draco’s laughter rang through the clearing, and Dean’s scowl grew darker. “Oh, love, you do like them dark and brooding, don’t you? I certainly never had a chance with you.”
“Draco…” Harry’s voice was soft and hesitant, his arms tightening around Draco almost involuntarily.
“Darling, relax. I’m just teasing you. I have long since gotten over that poorly timed little crush of mine. That doesn’t mean, however, that I can’t give Mr. Dark and Brooding something worth brooding over, now does it?” With those words and no other warning, he stepped closer and dipped his head to kiss Harry’s cheek.
Harry immediately turned red, stammering out sounds that didn’t mean anything. Draco laughed gently, then turned him around and gave him a gentle shove in Dean’s direction.
“Go, Potter. Judging by the looks that man is sending me, I think you two are seriously overdue for a long talk. I’ll pick up Teddy tonight so you don’t have to worry about him. You two get…whatever this is worked out.”
Harry dug his feet into the soft ground, pushing himself back towards Draco. “Malfoy! The man is straight, I can hardly go throwing myself at him!”
Draco rolled his eyes behind Harry’s back, then wrapped his arms around the slim waist in front of him and smirked in Dean’s direction. Dipping his head to talk directly into Harry’s ear and keeping his eyes locked on Dean, he whispered, “Please, love, see that look on his face right now? I know a ‘get your hands off the man I want’ face when I see one. You better get your pert arse over there and grab him before I decide to see how he feels about blonds.”
After another moment or two of hesitation, Harry threw a brilliant smile over his shoulder, then quickly made his way to Dean.
“Hey, Dean. Can we go somewhere and talk?”