Tea Party
Their first kiss was like none Harry had ever had before.
It was slow at first, gentle, cautious. Draco had pulled Harry down so quickly that their mouths collided clumsily, but after a second they managed to rearrange themselves into a less awkward position. Harry had begun cautiously, not wanting to overwhelm Draco, but then the other had brought a hand up to Harry's dark hair and tangled his fingers in it, and the kiss had escalated rather quickly. A desperate sound slipped out of Harry, from somewhere deep in his chest, and he sucked Draco's bottom lip into his mouth, gently raking his teeth over it.
The blond made a surprised sound and pulled away for a second, trying to catch his breath. Harry went to move away, but Draco's hand in his hair kept him standing just there, and as soon as he'd caught his breath the two were kissing again.
Neither of them knew how long they stood there in the hallway, Harry still shirtless, just enjoying the feel of the other's mouth on their own. It was blissful, and relaxing, and so much of the tension that had been stuck in the pair since last night seemed to melt away.
Eventually, though, they had to stop, considering they were breathing quite heavily and Shadow was nudging at Draco's feet, whining pitifully. The blond laughed and looked down, shrugging and simply explaining "he probably just needs to go out."
Harry hummed contentedly, not quite ready to let Draco out of his arms. "Promise you'll actually come back once you bring him out?" he joked, reaching down with one hand to ruffle the dog's fluffy fur.
"You're the jerk who left before I even woke up this morning," Draco said pointedly, and Harry's jaw dropped. He hadn't even seen it like that, but yeah, he had kind of run away. "It's fine, it's fine," Draco assured, laughing at the shell-shocked expression on Harry's face. "But before we--do anything else or something--we're going to actually have to have a conversation. About what I am to you and what you are to me."
Harry sighed and finally released Draco, stepping away. "I guess you're right. This afternoon, maybe?" Immediately after he'd suggested that, Harry's eyes widened and he spat out a panicked "fuck!"
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, taking a concerned step back.
"No, it's not you," Harry said absentmindedly, turning and running a worried hand through his hair. "I completely forgot, Ron and Hermione are supposed to come visit this afternoon for tea, we haven't seen each other in weeks. Can we talk tomorrow or something? Maybe tonight?"
They agreed to meet the next day for lunch and Draco left, both of the wizards still wearing a slight blush on their cheeks.
Of course, Harry couldn't bask in his post-makeout glow for forever. There was quite a lot of cleaning to be done, and no time to think about how completely astonishing and surprising it was that he'd actually just made out with Draco Fucking Malfoy. He just barely had time to make the place look acceptable, much less sit down and freak out over what the fuck was even happening in his life.
It was quite lucky that Harry managed to get the place shipshop in time (and put on a shirt), especially considering there weren't any clocks in the cabin and he basically had to eyeball the sun in the sky. But when he heard the crack of side-along apparition at his doorstep, and then a knock, everything was actually ready.
He strode to the door quickly and flung it open, enveloped by Ron Weasley's long arms almost immediately. "Harry!" the Weasley said, pulling away, a grin stretching across his freckled face. "Merlin, I've missed you. Hogwarts just isn't the same without your constant angst and knack for stirring up trouble."
Harry laughed and clapped his best friend on the shoulder when a quieter voice said "hi, Harry," rather timidly. The dark haired wizard turned to Hermione Granger and his expression became a lot more serious.
"Hermione, I am so sorry," he began, feeling utterly horrible about the fact that the last time they'd talked he'd thrown a glass at her, but before he could finish she had practically launched herself at him and he found himself with a face full of fluffy brown hair.
"Don't be silly," she admonished, and Harry couldn't help but smile. "It's forgiven and forgotten. Now, are you going to invite us in already?"
Harry led the pair into his living room and they sat down on one side of the coffee table, sharing the couch. The table was spread with teas and biscuits, and Harry took the seat across from the two, watching as Ron casually draped his arm around Hermione's shoulders.
"So what's new with you?" the witch asked, leaning slightly forwards and scanning Harry with her keen eyes. "Is this place treating you alright? The house is really nice, by the way."
"Thanks," Harry smiled, looking down. "I really like it here, actually. I haven't ever had a place that was just my own, where I could choose who comes and goes and what I do. I think it's given me an aspect of control that's helped with the whole anger thing."
"Yeah," Ron laughed, "but do you ever have anyone over? Except us, I mean. It's not like you have to control a large flow of traffic."
Harry paused, not sure if he wanted to bring this up this early in the conversation, but decided that it had to be done eventually. "Actually, Draco Malfoy was over just this morning."
"Malfoy?" Hermione and Ron exclaimed at the same time, their faces sporting identical expressions of shock.
"You mean 'tried to kill us all' Malfoy?" Ron said, face twisting into a disgusted grimace. "Death eater Malfoy? Pretentious prick Malfoy?"
"No, he's changed," Harry argued defensively, feeling rather annoyed by his friend's knee-jerk reaction. "We met in the woods, he's here too to try and recuperate, and we got to talking. He saved my life, I fell in a river and he had his dog save me."
"What a hero," Ron commented sarcastically, and Hermione swatted him on the arm.
"I think what Ron is trying to say, Harry," she said softly, eyes open and honest, "is how much could Malfoy really have changed? He's always been the same old bully, trying to annoy us. He's been like that for years. He tried to kill Dumbledore."
Harry's eyes flashed, and his mouth set into a rather pissed-off frown. "We've all changed," he exclaimed, clenching a fist under the table. "God knows you two have changed--a couple now, are you? Perfect best friends? Have you forgotten that for years you were always at each other's throats? However could that have changed, when obviously people are born with one personality at birth?" Ron opened his mouth to say something but Harry glared at him and continued, boldly exclaiming "and I kissed him today. Draco. There's something there, and God knows I was stupid enough to think you two would support me."
Hermione tried to say something but Ron shook his head, glaring daggers at Harry. "If you want to shack up with a Death Eater, be my guest. But don't expect to come to the Burrow for holidays, or for anything. Or have you forgotten my brother was killed by one of Malfoy's kind?"
The entire room went silent, Harry feeling like he'd just been punched in the gut.
"You should go," he finally said.