Chapter 60
Prompt: Draco and Harry having a sleepover because Theo and Hermione went on a work trip
“Come on, Draco, please do this for me,” Hermione pleaded, her eyes shining with sincerity.
Draco groaned for probably the fiftieth time during this conversation.
“I just don’t understand why it has to be me. Isn’t this exactly the type of task you lot force Weasley into doing?”
“We’ve been over this, Ron and Lavender have plans “make a baby” this weekend and unless you want us to have to sit through /that/ conversation again-”
“Absolutely not. I still don’t understand why you won’t obliviate that horror out of my memory-”
“Exactly! So that leaves you! Harry just needs a little help cleaning up Grimmauld Place before selling it and with Theo and I at the conference, there’s no one to help.”
Hermione took a step toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“If you do this for me, when I come home, I will make that dream you had a few weeks ago into a reality.”
Draco’s eyes blew open as images of various Shibari knots took over his vision. With a quick kiss to his wife, he apparated to Grimmauld Place.
Blinking slowly, Draco decided to add another item to the increasingly long obliviate wish list. It seemed Hermione had not shared her plan for Draco to come help, because Harry was sprawled across his sofa, playing a video game, completely nude.
“For fuck’s sake, Potter-”
“Malfoy! What the fuck are you doing here?” questioned Harry as he grabbed a pillow to cover himself (as though that did anything to get rid of the image already scorched in Draco’s mind).
“Granger basically threatened me and forced me to help you clean.”
Draco looked around and noticed the place was spotless and when he made eye contact with Harry, Harry was peering down at the ground sheepishly.
“Err- right, the house. Well, Theo had actually asked me to go to the manor to help you with the gardening? And err- well - that didn’t sound exactly thrilling - so I err- I “
Draco bit out a laugh, “Wait. You lied to avoid being with me?”
“I wouldn’t exactly s-”
“Bloody brilliant, why didn’t I think of that?”
Harry stopped his half baked excuse and stared at Draco, his own laughter filling the room.
“Do they not trust us alone?” asked Harry, “ I did defeat the worst wizard of all time, I think I could handle one weekend on my own.”
“Do you get paid every time you bring up your one accomplishment or -”
Draco ducked and just missed the shoe Harry had sent careening dangerously close to his head.
Harry was quiet a moment, seeming to make up his mind over something and then with a sigh that could rival Draco’s, he sat back down.
“Alright, well, you’re already here, do you want to play a quick game?” Harry gestured toward the screen.
Again, Hermione’s promise of a night of debauchery took over his thoughts and quickly, Draco found himself settling in on the other side of the couch.
Wandlessly, he obtained and transfigured the tablecloth into pants for the boy-who-lived-nude.
“One game,” Draco uttered as he grabbed his own headset.
~Two days later~
Hermione walked through the manor floo eager to see her husband, but found the place empty. Curious she floo’ed over to Harry’s and smacked right into the back of Theo.
With a finger to his lips, Theo gestured with his head to the other side of the room where Draco and Harry slept, legs strewn over one another, surrounded by empty bottles of beer and remnants of food.
Theo chuckled quietly, “Well, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”