Chapter 28
Grinning like a mad man, Harry woke up, the memories of the night before still played in his mind. Rolling over to grab a handful of Draco Malfoy, he was shocked to find the space on the bed next to him was empty, the faintest warmth still present. Sitting up and scanning the room fast, he spotted Draco in his favourite place, the fat window seat, looking out at the miles of greenery that surrounded them.
"Draco?"
He marvelled at his beauty, the way he held himself so gracefully, the way his sharp profile stood out against the sunrise. But the bed felt cold now, and so did Harry.
"What are you doing?"
His heart had sunk right into the pit of his stomach. Why was Draco not next to him? Where Harry could play with his soft curls and place delicate kisses upon every inch of skin he could get to. Maybe Draco regretted what happened, the thought made Harry feel sick.
"Oh, good morning. I didn't think you'd be up this early."
Draco didn't even look at him, apparently the floorboards were more exciting.
"I would probably be still asleep if you hadn't left me here in the cold."
Draco's cheeks flushed a bright red.
"So you do remember?"
Harry ran his hands through his messy sex hair. Part of him still felt asleep, he was so confused. How could they be making love one minute, and sitting apart like they hardly knew each other the next?
"Of course I remember! How could I forget the best night of my life?"
Draco's head shot up, blue eyes piercing Harry's.
"Your what now?"
"The best night of my life." Harry said matter-of-factly, and maybe smirking just a little bit. "Now would you please get your pretty face over here before I die from hypothermia or something."
He leapt from the window and have skipped half ran and dived into Harry's bed.
"I knew you were just using me for my body heat Potter." He said, his face full of sheer delight.
"Well I made a pretty poor choice, you're colder than I am!"
They snuggled up tightly anyway, Harry on his back with Draco's body coiled around him, one leg filling the space between Harry's.
"Why did you go Draco?"
"I thought you wouldn't remember, or pretend that you didn't anyway. I didn't want you to...to hate me."
"Draco, I know a lot of things have happened between us, but it's over now, that part of our lives is over. I could never hate you now, never."
"Harry..." he heard Draco's voice catch in his throat, his chest began to feel warm and wet.
He sat up, pulling Draco up with him to look at him. His eyes were rimmed red, his bottom lip trembling.
"Don't cry! I'm sorry I...I"
"No no, don't be silly it's not in a sad way, not really...I've just never felt this happy before, it's just new to me is all. Before, when I finally managed to cast a semi decent patronus, it was because of you. I don't mean because you were teaching me, even though that played a part in it, it was because you were so brave. I remembered what you said at the trials, how you saved me and mother, what you said about forgiveness. I didn't deserve it Harry, I still don't, but you've changed me. You changed me Harry Potter."
He reached over to the bedside table to pick up his wand.
"I...I want to try something."
Closing squeezing his eyes shut, he took a deep inhale and whispered.
"Expecto Patronum."