Whoops?

Minerva isn’t surprised something like this would happen. Why would Harry's last year at Hogwarts be uneventful? No, something had to happen. So when Ms. Granger explained that Mr. Potter had aparated away with Mr. Malfoy, she barely blinked before Flooing a Portkey maker.

The quickest that they could send one would be tomorrow. Until then the two of them would just have to make do.

***

While Harry talks with Maureen, Draco lets Mary lead him towards their room. He does his best to ignore the bone deep itch that comes with leaving Harry. Mary smiles at him like she knows something she doesn’t.

She doesn’t stay and talk with Draco for long before leaving him to his own devices. Harry comes back not too long after and pulls Draco into him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry says quietly after layering a Muffliato over the room and some personal wards.

“Tell you what?”

“What you being my Mate meant,”

“It’s the potion.” Draco can’t tell who he's trying to convince.

“Do you want it to be the potion?” and he sounds just so unbelievably hurt.

“No,”

Harry spins Draco so he’s facing him, Draco can feel Harrys searching gaze and he wants to hide away. He knows its right there, plastered across his face, clear as day.

***

Harry was terrified. If Draco didn’t want to stay bonded he would have to let it go. Let him go.

He didn’t know what he would do if Draco said no.

“Can we stay bonded,” He says it so quietly it's barely a whisper.

Tension hangs heavily in the air for several moments before Draco lunges forward.

For a moment Harry is completely frozen, shock courses through him but once his brain catches up, his hands shakily find their way into Draco's hair.

***

Draco has no idea what Gryffindor possessed him to do that but bloody fuck he’s glad they did. Harry tastes like treacle tart and coffee. And of course Harry kisses with the same enthusiasm he does everything, the same intensity.

It felt somehow like the kiss lasted forever and only a few seconds, and when they pulled away Harrys dazed grin took up his entire face.

“Does that mean yes?” Draco just flicked Harry in the forehead before relaxing in the other's arms.

It doesn’t take long for both of them to fall asleep.

***
The Portkey arrives at seven AM the next morning. Hermione drags her groaning boyfriend to the headmistresses office.

“It’s early Mione’ and its not like they’re in danger.” He drags his feet the whole way.

She ignores his grumbling, and rushes towards Headmistress Mcgonagals office.

When they arrived Parkinson was already arguing with Mcgonagal.

“My best friend was kidnapped,” Her tone held what was obviously feigned concern, while Zabani stood behind her nodding with the most emotion Hermione had ever seen him make, it was more humor then concern but the sentiment is there.

“Harry didn’t kidnap him,” Ron reasoned, “He just disappeared with him.”

“Headmistress, can’t the four of us go after Harry.” Hermione asks, smiling.

Mcgonagal only sighs seemingly worn down by Parkinson's whining, “As many as you can fit on the portkey can go.”

The Headmistress explains the method they used to find exactly where Harry had gone. Something to do with tracking the magic traces from where Harry had disappeared.

After all of the explanation she pulled out the Portkey, “It activates in ten minutes,”

With that she placed a muggle american dime on the table. Everyone exchanges a couple of glances before the discussion commences. Hermione had never heard a room with four people get so loud, the rooms volume quickly became akin to the Great Hall. This went on for nine minutes.

She finally sighed and grabbed the dime just in time for Pansy Parkinson to lunge forward and grab it. It’s better than Zabani.

***

When the two girls landed in hot and muggy brazil Pansy immediately started walking off towards the left. The footprints were an obvious indicator of where the boys had went.

She supposed it could be worse, she could be stuck with Weasley, Granger wasn’t all that terrible, and she certainly wasn’t ginger.

Granger followed with minimal conversation. When they came across the town, Pansy immediately whipped out her rusty Portuguese skills to ask if two British men came by. She got lucky and they pointed her off towards a hotel.

Granger stared at her with an uncomfortable sort of fascination, “Why do you know Portuguese?”

“Because I’m a pureblood Granger,” The fact didn’t dissuade Granger at all.

“Is it typical for purebloods to learn different languages?”

“Yes.” She kept her answer short this time continuing the trek to the hotel.

“Why?”

“Oh look we’re almost there!” Pansy says with a false cheer, pointing at the lovely little hotel.

***

Walking into the hotel none of the nice exterior dissipated. Every part of it was just as cheery as the outside. Hermione greeted the woman standing at the front with enthusiasm.

“Hello, have two British men come through here?”

“Oh you mean Harry and Draco,” The woman returned her enthusiasm with full force, “Such sweet boys,”

“I’m Hermione and this is Parkins- sorry, Pansy.” The woman nods.

“I’m Mary, my wife and I own the place,” She smiles, “I can show you to his room?”

“That would be lovely.”

***

Draco stirs awake still in Harrys arms to Harrys hand having slipped under his shirt in the night, a warm comforting pressure against the old scars. He can’t help but grin at the night before. Harry wants them to stay bonded.

He smiles down at Harry for several moments before a loud familiar voice interrupts his bliss. He sighed.

“What if they’re naked, you can’t just barge in,” That was Pansy.

“They’re not naked.” and that was Granger, sounding indigent and repulsed by the idea.

Draco smirked an idea making it’s way into his head. He gently shakes Harry awake.

“Grangers outside arguing with Pansy over whether we’re naked or not,” Harry blinked sleepily and hummed, obviously unconcerned by the commotion outside.

“I’m going to strip.” Draco gets to the point quickly, crawling out of the bed and pulling everything off.

Harry splutters, “What,”

That alone made Draco want to burst out laughing but instead he shushed him, “And so are you.”

Understanding flitted across Harry's face and he joined him in shedding his clothes. They shared grins as they’re both left only in their boxers before climbing back into bed and returning to their prior position and feigning sleep. Harry's hand returned to their prior places over Dracos chest tracing gentle lines over his scars only moments before Granger bursts in.

“Good morning,” She says in a sing-song tone before gasping and spinning on her heel.

“I told her not to come in,” Pansy sighed exasperatedly before realizing that both boys are nude, “Oh hello,”

Laughter tinged her tone.

Draco reached down for a shirt and throws it at Pansy, before snoring loudly and fakely.

The room echoed with laughter and good humor.

Even Granger was laughing, “Oh very funny,”

“Funny?” Draco feigned a gasp, “No you happen to just barge in after hot gratuitous-”

“That's enough out of you,” Harry covers Draco's mouth with his hand.