Whoops?

Once everyone calms down they realize the Portkey still isn’t big enough for four.

“We could just floo Mcgonagal and ask for a new one,” Pansy offers with a shrug but Hermione shuts it down.

“But then we’d have to wait and we can’t be out of school for that long,”

Harry grins, “I mean we could, ‘Mione, there's nothing stopping us.”

Granger shoots it down with a fierce glare before continuing, “We didn’t even think to ask when the departing time is.”

“Could Harry not just aparate back with Draco?”

Harry frowns, “I’d rather not risk splinching myself, Parkinson.”

A sly expression takes over Granger’s face that gives Draco an uneasy feeling.

“Well since we’re here anyway, I brought the bond remover.” A hard look takes over Harrys face.

Draco sighs.

“We’re keeping it,”

Granger obviously didn’t know they were keeping it and it showed but she continued approaching, “Well we might need to separate you two to transport you so we might as well,”

Harry shoved Draco behind him with a growl, “Hermione I’m warning you.”

Windows rattle around them, the girls and Draco’s own hair begins to float around them as if underwater, and several things start to float in an impressive feat of accidental magic

“Well it wouldn’t be necessary if you would just aparate back to hogwarts, but since that’s too dangerou-”

And with that Harry aparates them away with a crack, Merlin, Gryffindors are thick, Draco saw through Grangers taunting the moment she started.

Harry pats Draco down frantically, “ Nothing splinched you’re okay,”

A large tuft of hair was missing from the side of Harrys head and Draco waves it back with a fond smile, “I’m alright love.”

Harry pats the new tuft of hair, “How dare she,”

Harry seems to be genuinely fuming, so Draco makes an attempt at placating him, “She was just trying to make you aparate so they could use the portkey,”

“It was still reckless and I’ll bet she knew it,” Harry frowns, “What if I attacked her?”

“Harry you have never attacked anyone,”

“That doesn’t mean I won’t,” His tone goes quiet, “I could’ve hurt her,”

“But you didn’t and you wouldn’t of,” Draco pulls Harry close, “Calm down love,”

Harry sinks into Draco arms seamlessly.

A startled, well Draco wouldn’t call it a shriek, but only because Mcgonagal would never ‘shreik’, but a high noise that made the already triggered Harry flinch further into Dracos arms.

“Where's the girls?” Mcgonagal asks after collecting herself.

“Still in Brazil, they don’t know their departure time,”

***

Harry has never heard Minerva Mcgonagall curse in his life, and to her credit she did not curse now. She instead went off in a variety of Scottish nonsense, that Harry didn’t catch a lick of, before storming off.

Harry followed with Draco in tow.

By the time they had made Hermiones face was already in the fire speaking calmly with Mcgonagall. Once Mcgonagall had told her that they leave in an hour, Harry stepped in front of her.

***

When Harry’s face showed up in the fire Hermione knew exactly what she was about to be subjected to.

She’s acted more like Ron and Harry then herself really and she’d be quite the same if they’re positions were reversed.

Still she thought the howler like lecture Harry gave her was a little bit over the top.

“Hermione, you could’ve died.” She didn’t quite agree. Harry wasn’t dangerous.

Once Harry calms down (not without the help of Malfoys hand pressing on his shoulder) she smiles, “Harry would you be scared of Remus,”

“Why would I be?”

“Because he’s a werewolf,” Than Hermione pointedly added, “Like you.”

“Yeah but he’s Moony?”

“And why would you be more scared of yourself than him?”

Harry looked at her like she was stupid which was quite frankly offensive, “Because he had been a werewolf for years, he has more experience and he wasn’t bonded.”

“Would you be scared if he was?” Hermione didn’t know what she’d need to point out to make him understand.

“No,”

Hermione sighed.

“What about the child” Malfoy says softly, “I know you weren’t scared of her and she was shifting for the first time.”

Hermione wracked her brain, what child?

Harry looks away from the fire giving Hermione a full view of the back of his head.

A tense moment of silence passed before Harry frowned.

“I still could’ve hurt you,” His voice is lower and the Howler like quality gone, “I was doing accidental magic.”

Hermione puts her hand on her hip, he definitely can’t see it but it’s the principle that counts, “Harry James Potter, I know damn well you did not just imply I couldn’t protect myself from a bit of accidental magic,”

“It wasn’t just a bit ‘mione,” Harry points out.

Hermione angles her best mum look at him and he at least has the grace to look sheepish,

“I have survived torture,” She decided that this wasn’t the time to bring up her killing Greybeck.

Harry turned around back again and when he came back into view it was with an embarrassed Draco Malfoy on his lap.

He does his best (and fails) to keep an air of dignity from Harry’s lap, “Granger I’m sorry.”

He pauses for a couple of seconds but it was clear he had more to say, “Everything I said before the war and what happened in my house was terrible and it never should’ve happened to you or anyone.”

“It wasn’t your fault,”

“I should’ve done something,”

“You were conditioned into thinking muggle-borns were inferior, and you understand that’s wrong now.” Hermione says it with a sureness that would’ve shocked her younger self, especially to know she meant every word of it.

Draco smiles and then clears his throat and begins to try to escape Harry’s lap. Hermione chatted idly for a bit longer before Parkinson shoved her out of the way fiercely.

“Stop hogging the floo,” She says before turning back towards it, “Oh, hey Dray,”

Hermione watched Draco’s struggle rensue viciously while Harry just placed his chin on his shoulder and appeared to fall asleep.

When Draco noticed he stopped moving with a sigh. He even went so far to speak with Parkinson, albeit with lots of sarcastic drawls and a glare everytime she mentioned his current position.

Eventually Headmistress Mcgonagal came back and glared at the boys until Draco gently shook Harry awake and they left.

Only another twenty minutes before the port key activates.

***

Harry let Draco drag him back to the room and they laid down together and watched, what was it called again, oh, the tellie.

Really all Draco could think about was what Harry was saying about himself. The way he spoke about himself made it seem like he was afraid of himself.

Draco was really more afraid for him than of him. He wasn’t even really all that scared for other people. He knew Harry wouldn’t hurt them, just scare the living, breathing shit out of them.

But Harry got overwhelmed in crowded spaces went through Full Moons alone before Draco knew, just because the self sacrificing idiot couldn’t deal with the thought of what could happen to the child that bit him. Really Harry was just a bit of a moron sometimes, only a danger to himself.

Draco pets Harry’s hair thoughtfully. If only Harry could see him how Draco does, is the last thing he thinks before drifting off to sleep.

***

After Draco falls asleep Harry follows soon after. Moments later he ‘wakes up’ in Draco’s perspective.

Harry recognizes where they are rather quickly with a lot of confusion, their first morning? Draco’s reading a book, hardly noticing when Harry summons Beany or the way the bed slides into the kitchen.

When he finally does look up, Draco’s staring at an atrocious case of bed head and goofy grin, watching from an outside perspective Harry looks chaotic, but also like he knows what hes what he’s doing, it’s clear there’s no hesitation in any of his movements, he skillfully directs the pans to do what needs to be done even when Draco wraps his arms around his waist, he doesn’t even pause to take notice.

At least not until the end when Harry spins around in his arms and all but shoved a plate in his face.

A large wave of confusion courses through Draco as he takes the plate and shifts himself to eat.

Harry wants to laugh at how that looked to Draco, who has probably never seen anyone cook besides his house elf and maybe his mother watching Harry make something taste fine even without having a single thread of orginazation.