Chapter 16
"Good morning." Draco looks up and smiles at Harry. "Morning, you look sleepy." Harry hums and rubs his eyes. "Didn't sleep that well..." Draco frowns and puts a cup of tea in front of Harry. "How come?" Harry shrugs and sips the tea with a happy sound and closes eyes. Can he get any more adorable? "Dunno." Didn't he know? Or was he afraid Draco would be rude about the reason? "Anything I can do to help?" He shakes his head and sips his tea slowly. "No, I'm afraid not. Thank you, though." He nods and sips his own tea. Harry had had trouble sleeping for years, first bc of Voldemort then because of trauma. Hermione and Ron knew, of course, but Draco didn't. He didn't know why but he wanted to keep it that way. Living with Draco was quite like he'd imagined. There were some laughs and casual conversations, a lot of teasing on Draco's end and some awkward silences. They didn't really know how close they were, so what things could and couldn't they talk about? Who knew? Well certainly not them. It was a testing phase, but it was nice. "The cake thing was fun." Harry says, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Draco looks up in surprise and smiles weakly. "Yeah?" Harry hums. "We should do it more often, it tasted good too. It's sad that we ate it all in one go." Draco chuckles. "It was big too, would've definitely lasted us until today, if it wasn't for Ron." Harry smirks. "Ron, ay?" Draco rolls his eyes and sips his tea with his ever so smug look. "I only call him Weasley when he's around. There's no fun in saying it now." Harry chuckles. "Whatever you say, you two like each other but don't want your pride to be hurt by admitting it." Draco shakes his head and blows in his mug. "Whatever you say, Potter." Harry chuckles. "So does that mean I am Harry when I'm not around?" Draco smirks. "Wouldn't you like to know." Harry huffs cutely and scratches his head. Fine. Prick. He'd learned when Draco was joking, noticing the smallest changes in his face when he was happy, cheesy, content, what not. When Draco was angry you could tell immediately. There was no denying or hiding it. Harry loved piecing together the newfound info every day, slowly completing the mental puzzle that was Draco Malfoy. "What do you want to do today?" They looked at each other for a little while too long before awkwardly looking back down at their mugs. They both definitely wanted to do the other. Why was Harry so fucking adorable and sexy? And why on earth did Draco have to look like a god with the sas of Satan himself? Fuck if that wasn't attractive. "We could fly around a little?" Harry suggests while getting up to clean his mug. Hoping the option was good enough so they didn't have to continue their awkward silent, little horny, thinking. Draco hums and pours himself another cup of tea. "Yeah, what else?" Harry shrugs. "You could teach me how to make Narcissa's brilliant cake." Draco snorts. "Family recipe I'm afraid, gets shared with husbands and kids alone." He'd said husbands. He hadn't said partners. Harry had noticed. Fuck. He wasn't good at hiding his feelings anymore, living with Harry for days had ruined all his skills. How was he going to fix this? Good thing Ron and Hermione were coming back tonight. "Or, wifes. Partners, in general." "What a shame." Harry said. The fucker was stealing his skills. He hums and nods. "Indeed. So find us something better to do will you?" Harry snorts. "Yes sir." They look at each other before bursting out into laughter. "Is that a kink there, Potter?" Harry shivers and shakes his head. "I wouldn't say that. I prefer moaning names, that's more personal. No questions about who's imagining who and all that." Draco nods. Fuck, for Harry to moan his name... it would sound heavenly. How many nights he'd stayed up late, wondering what his moans sounded like. Too many, some might say. "We could play truth or -." "Don't you dare finish that sentence, we are not playing that stupid game." Harry holds his hands up in surrender and sighs dramatically. "Well then you come up with something for us to do." Draco chuckles and shakes his head. "Fine. I'll let you know when I've thought of something."
They ended up flying around for two hours, in the pouring rain. It was amazing, they took a hot shower afterwards and then decided on watching some tv. Ron and Hermione had cancelled their plans for coming over that night and said they'd be there by lunch the next day. Something about Molly Weasley wanting one more day with all of her kids together. Well... not all but the ones who were still alive. Draco got bored of the tv after a little while but since it was Harry's favorite show, he decided on not to ask him to change the channel. When he went to the bathroom, he passed a room he hadn't seen before, turns out it was a library. Small, much smaller than the one in the manor, but with a lot of books. Not neatly stacked either, just piles and piles of them, he was surprised some hadn't fallen over yet. The library held so many classics and so many books Draco had never heard of before. He was sure they were muggle books, the manor library had pretty much every good magical book that was ever published. He hadn't realized how long he'd been looking at the books for, but it must've been hours. Harry walked in and smiled. "You and Hermione are practically the same person when it comes to knowledge aren't you?" Draco had snorted and looked at him with a deadpan stare. "Say that again, I dare you." Though he didn't take it as an insult. Being compared to Hermione Granger really was a compliment. Harry smirked and looked around silently. "I'm sorry for the mess, I'm sure you, just like her, hate it too." He had hummed and looked around with Harry. "I can clean it up for you." He'd suggested, earning him a confused raised eyebrow from Harry. "I like doing it." He'd given as a reason. "Well enjoy, I guess. It's all yours." He smiled and looked back to the pile with the oldest looking books. "I promise I won't throw anything away without asking you first." Harry had smiled kindly and nodded. "Thank you. I'll start on dinner, call you when it's ready?" He'd hummed, already consumed with the mental images of everything he could do to this room. Harry had smiled fondly while watching Draco think. "So adorable." He whispered before going to the kitchen, leaving the door to the library wide open. He'd learned fairly quickly that closing a door on Draco Malfoy was not a good idea. When he'd done it the first day they arrived there, he closed the door on the bathroom after leaving while Draco was going to take a shower. He heard a soft gasp and whispered 'no' before opening the door again and finding a distressed Draco Malfoy, sitting on the floor. Arms around his knees and biting his lip so hard it was bleeding. He'd never done it again since. Draco had opened up about it the next day, while watching tv. He'd told him it was a trauma respons from Azkaban. They'd closed the door on him and he'd never gotten out again until his release date. Draco always needed to be the one closing the door ever since. To make sure it wasn't locked, it wasn't tempered with. To make sure he could get out again. Harry loved the fact that Draco was opening up more and more, whenever he talked about his past he'd have a distant look in his eyes and an arrogant expression on his face, they all learned it was a coping mechanism and Draco didn't even know it was there. It was a mask, the mask he'd always worn on school during the period of Voldemort living with him. He'd gotten so used to it that he didn't know how to take it off, or when it wasn't on. It would take a long while before Draco would feel completely comfortable around the three of them, but with Harry alone. Everything seemed to go just fine.