Whoops?

When Draco woke up it was to Hermione barging in, because why would Gryfindors knock when they could just invade his privacy? But as she entered shouting about waking up, Draco realized how the situation would look to her.

Draco was still shirtless with a snoring Harry Potter clinging to his chest, occasionally rubbing a thumb over one of his scars subconsciously while Draco kept one hand sunk into his hair. Draco reached as well as he could over to the side table to grab his wand and just managed to put a high-level locking spell on the door before Hermione further interrupted what could've been a pleasant morning.

Draco sighs as Hermione rattles the knob and wonders why he hasn't used a locking charm sooner. Hermione hums for a moment, apparently appraising the charm before muttering a counter charm and unlatching it.

“Very impressi-” Hermione breaks off at the domestic sight before her.

Draco gives his best Malfoy glare and she waves her hands dramatically and mouths apologies with a smug smile. He sighs exasperatedly and begins the long process of convincing himself to get up.

But really its just so hard when you’re warm in bed with someone who you want to cling to, and he really doesn’t need to go to class. He can make a claim about the sickness that had taken Harry yesterday and Harry not being up to it yet. He can just bask in the glow of soft Harry.

He knows that he can’t really just ignore the world all day, but the thought is nice nonetheless.

He shakes Harry gently and when Harry wakes up he smiles gently making Dracos heart ache. He would miss this.

“Move your ass, class starts in-” He pauses casting a tempus, “Thirty minutes.”

“Are you capable of a shower that takes less than thirty minutes?” Harry asks with a sarcastic grin.

Draco rolls his eyes and casts freshening charms on the both of them. It wouldn’t have the same quality as all of his hair potions but it would probably be better for Harry then his usual shower routine.

“Why don’t you do that every day?” Harry asks while smelling his breath.

“Because it’s not nearly as good for my hair,” Draco says, rolling his eyes, Merlin does this man know anything.

***

Getting ready with Draco is still tedious, and it quickly becomes apparent they will be late but Harry can’t bring himself to be offended. Harry watches on with an unguarded fondness not even bothering to cover it when Draco raises an eyebrow.

***

They end up skiving their first class wandering the grounds together, the brutal Scottish weather barely proving an issue with Dracos new muggle ‘Hoodie’. He was almost completely warm, especially with Harry as close to him as he was. Harry threw heat like a fire.

Classes were mostly normal excluding Care of Magical Creatures which is never normal, but normal as far as that class goes. Draco and Harry stayed as physically close as the could.

Even when Granger loudly recounted the morning to Weasley, who looked disgusted, while Hermione waggled her eyebrows at them both with the ferocity the devil woman does everything.

Harry turned a delightful shade of red and laughed along with his friends, and the approaching cure to the potions mishap hurt a little more.

***

Every second Draco spent waiting for the cure to the potion he both dreaded the future and soaked up the last time he’ll get to see Harry like this. Soft and genuine. The two weeks somehow seemed to simultaneously last seconds and years.

When the day finally came, everyone but Harry and Draco seemed excited. The two sulked their way into the spare classroom Granger had brewed the potion in. The potion was a vibrant blue and almost seemed to sparkle. Surrounding Granger is Weasley, Pansy and Blaise.

The Slytherins sported a feigned disinterested look, both checking their nails in a bored fashion.

“Are you guys ready!” Granger asked with a big grin.

Draco smiled as well as he could with the looming thought of losing Harry, “Can’t wait to shower alone.”

That wasn’t even true, Harry's clingy nature had intensified by a tenfold but Draco relished every second of it.

Harry didn’t say anything at all, just looked nervously around the room like something was going to jump out of a corner.

“I have to do a few spells so the potion is safe to drink, but then you guys can both drink it and Harry's wolf will be repressed,” Hermione trails off on a tangent on the effects Asphodel, making several notes in its use in the draught of living death as she explained what would happen without the proper protection spells but started to raise her wand to do the spells. One of the dangers being narcolepsy.

Harry's grip tightened and Draco looked up at him. Harrys brow was furrowed in an obvious attempt to refrain from doing something. Waves of involuntary panic coursed through the bond.

Harry muttered a “Oh fuck,” and what he was trying not to do was quickly became crystal clear when Harry shouted an Expelliarmus and hurried apologies before apparating himself and Draco away.

***

From the moment Harry stepped into the classroom his wolf was all but howling about Harry being an idiot for letting them take Draco away and that put him on edge. Hermiones lecture on the dangers did nothing to sooth his nerves.

When Hermione drew her wand he started to panic. It didn’t help that his wolf was tearing up the inside of his head.

Harry desperately wants to take Draco away, somewhere that they’ll never find him.

“Oh fuck.” He gives in and disarms Hermione, apologizing several times before apparating away.