The Curse
Title: The Curse
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/General
Length: 2706
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: Rimming
Summary: Even a trip to the muggle grocers is unsafe.
Note: I haven't posted new HP fic in a bit. Wow. I miss it.
Walking the streets was always dangerous for Draco. It was dangerous during the war, when both sides had been out for him, and it was dangerous after the war, when angry words could cause him pain. Not pain because he felt bad for what had happened that night on the Astronomy tower, because he didn't. Not really. It wasn't his fault Snape killed Dumbledore.
No, he felt pain because of a curse the Dark Lord had put on him when he failed in killing Dumbledore. Any mention of that incident would cause him to live the affects of the Cruciatus Curse. And the pain lasted longer when the person hated him more.
People hated him a lot.
"Some things should not be made," Harry said, holding up a carton of banana milk. He dropped it in the cart.
Draco rolled his eyes.
They were shopping in a muggle grocers like every Friday at five in the afternoon. Muggle stores tended to consist of people who had never heard of Draco so there was little risk.
Life rather stunk. Sure, he had a boyfriend who loved him, and the Malfoy manor, with many house elves. He still had Pansy, who had stayed out of the war. But he had no life. There were three places he lived: the manor, Pansy's house, and the damned muggle world. He still hated the muggle world, now with a passion that rivalled the curse put on him.
Hands wrapped gently around his wrist, pulling him away from the pizza freezer door. "What's wrong?"
Draco looked at him and gave him his you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look.
"Love you," Harry murmured, kissing him softly, as if that would make up for his shamble of a life.
But Harry didn't get it. Harry was revered by everyone, having ridded the world of the Dark Lord. He was invited to balls and parties and meetings on a daily basis. He may not have all that many close friends, because of some kind of social problem, but he had friends who weren't in Azkaban. Nobody wanted to kill him. And the ones who did were already dead, in Azkaban, or eluding the Ministry and in no position to kill him.
The fact that Harry normally declined the society events to spend time with Draco, that he'd moved into the manor even though his friends protested, and that he had been public with their relationship since the beginning didn't seem to matter.
It never helped Draco any. The fact that he was seeing their bloody hero just made them hate him more. Or so he thought. Harry said it was codswallop, but Harry was an idiot.
"I'm sick of everything," voiced Draco, sighing heavily and leaning against the cold freezer. Harry bit his bottom lip and busied himself by picking a pizza and arranging it in their cart.
They'd stopped having the house elves do the grocery shopping when someone had recognized the elf as Draco's and poisoned their food. Luckily the house elf had sneaked some and died before they touched it. The rest never snuck the food anymore.
"It'll get better." Harry nodded and moved closer, his fingers cold against Draco's collar bone.
It was the same thing he had said when he found Draco three years ago, wondering the streets with filthy clothes because he'd run away from the Dark Lord after having the curse put on him. There had been no where else to go since some of the Death Eaters were staying at the manor.
Harry had taken one look at him and spoken those words, handing over a piece of paper with an address on it. For the rest of the war Draco had stayed isolated in Grimmauld Place, in danger every time he left the house (or when Harry wasn't around and furious Order members kicked him out).
Their relationship had progressed from there. Harry would spend a lot of time in his room with him, giving him company no matter how much he just wanted Harry to leave him alone, rather like the present. Except Draco didn't want Harry to leave him alone now, besides when he's being a prat.
But one day, during their mutual staring sessions because they rarely had talked to each other besides the occasional "How are you doing?" and the replied "Terrible," Harry had up and walked across the room, kissing Draco soundly.
It was a surprise to say the least. But Draco, as it turned out, was hungry for anything and their mutual staring sessions had turned into mutual snogging. That had quickly progressed to mutual sex and then the war was over and they had a relationship.
What had always made Draco frown in confusion was that Harry never hid their relationship. Draco was all ready to, would have liked it in fact, but he overheard Harry telling Granger that he had been kissing him when she asked what he was up to. And they hadn't even had a real relationship then.
Harry was just odd. And an idiot. He got shite for being with Draco, but not that much because most people were afraid of him or in awe of him.
"I could eat some popcorn tonight," Harry said, nuzzling his nose behind Draco's ear, licking the mole that was there. Harry had a thing about his mole. Draco himself didn't like it. He also didn't like the small splattering of freckles on his inner thighs. Why would freckles be on his thighs? Why would a Malfoy even have freckles? It was a conspiracy against him.
Harry headed off, pushing the cart before him, and waving at Draco to follow. Draco shook his head and trailed after in a slower pace.
And ran right into someone.
He groaned and took the hand held out, hoisting him to his feet.
"Sorry," the man barked.
"Watch where the fuck you're going next time," Draco sneered, but he noticed the man was staring at him oddly.
"You're Draco Malfoy, aren't you?" There was a harsh, dangerous edge to his words.
Draco ignored him and shoved past, needing to meet up with Harry, and fast. He was sure he didn't recognize the man but that didn't mean anything. People he'd never seen in his life hated him.
"You are!"
The man's arm landed on his arm, whipping him around.
Draco growled, "Let go of me," and pulled out his wand. The man drew his out too.
"I should kill you here and now," he threatened. "You killed Du--"
"I didn't!" Draco hissed, quick to interrupt before the words could get fully out and the pain could be awakened. "It was Severus Snape and you damn well know that. Everyone knows that."
The man shook his head mockingly and curled his lips. "But if not for you he wouldn't be dead. Do you know how great a man he was? Everything I am I owe to him and you killed him!"
Then you own him nothing, Draco thought bitterly, but the pain was mounting and he winced, grabbing at his forearm. It always started there, slowly spreading to the rest of his body.
The man must have mistaken his reaction because he crackled. "You should be afraid of me! I can't believe they let you go with just a fine. All because Harry Potter vouched for you. Do you know I've been bidding my time for when I could kill you, revenge Dumbledore's death?"
Draco curled his toes in his trainers, afraid to move but knowing he needed to. Moving always made it worse, made the pain pound with every step he took. It even hurt for his hair to swing and touch his face.
"What's a better time and place than in a muggle shop where no one can help you? Not that many people would want to help you." He advanced, wand pointed straight as Draco's chest.
Draco whirled around, moaning out in pain when he ran into another person. But this person pressed Draco to his chest and Draco inhaled the scent of cherries. Harry. He had been pigging out on cherries earlier.
"You are insane," Harry said, voicing Draco's thoughts. Then Harry turned them and Draco felt the familiar feeling of being squeezed through a tube. Never before had it hurt so much.
They fell onto the bed. Or, more like Draco collapsed onto it because he couldn't hold himself up any longer and Harry's hands were too painful.
"Just let it out," Harry soothed, carefully pulling away and making sure not to touch.
"Don't. Talk. To. Me," Draco growled. Even his throat hurt. But Harry was an utter prat and he didn't want to cry but it was building, at its climax, and Draco opened his mouth and howled. The tears that had been gathering in his eyes streamed forth. Just like that the curse was over. His body ached and his tears were salty and he hated life.
"God, I'm so sorry," Harry whispered, licking his tears. He stretched out beside him, wrapping a hand around his neck softly and connecting their lips.
Harry tasted like salty cherries and Draco kissed him hungrily. He hated being so vulnerable like that. It made him feel like some hopeless girl. And every time Harry had to have sex with him after, being so gentle and while it was good that he was gentle it just made him feel more vulnerable.
Harry rolled on top of him, slowly letting his weight on Draco, but it still wasn't all of his weight. It irritated Draco.
"Undress," Draco commanded, shoving at Harry. He flexed his left arm tentatively, feeling his muscles groan.
Harry slid off the bed and removed his clothes. Draco watched in interest, forgetting about removing his own. Harry was facing the other way. He always did that, as if he should show his cock last, like a child eating the best part of dinner last to savour the taste.
Draco actually liked Harry's arse more but he never said anything because Harry was a git and would change his dressing pattern, which would mean less arse staring.
Harry turned, giving his hips a little shake. Draco watched his red cock bounce off his stomach and licked his lips.
"Undress me." He lifted his hips and Harry was between his legs at once, tongue laving his navel and hands easing his trousers down, pants with it.
"Love you," Harry said, swiping Draco's cock with his tongue before dropping his clothes to the floor and sucking on his thigh freckles. It always made Draco quiver even though he hated that there were freckles to suck.
"Love me too?" Harry asked against his thigh.
Draco watched Harry's head pause, black hair tickling his cock. Harry started nibbling on his thigh.
"'Course I do, you fool." And he reached down, grabbed Harry's hair, and tugged him up. "I also despise you."
Harry got a goofy grin and he dropped his weight, latching onto Draco's neck. Draco groaned and twisted away. His side still hurt.
"Sorry!" Harry sat quickly and touched Draco carefully on the stomach. Draco batted him away, feeling vulnerable again. He placed a hand on Harry's chest and pushed him back.
He surveyed the body laid out before him. Harry looked delicious, skin red at his cock and cheeks, the rest a light tan. He shifted, cock bouncing off his stomach again, leaving a bead of precome.
"I want to top," Draco said, surprising Harry because Harry was always the one to top when the curse acted up. It was time Draco put a stop to that though. He knew Harry liked to think he was helping by causing him pleasure but the shame of being vulnerable always lowered the pleasure anyway.
He slid down Harry's body and Harry lifted his legs, wrapping his arms around his knees, opened. "Don't forget lube," Harry reminded, as if Draco had never toped before.
Draco leaned forward, rubbing his nose against the puckered flesh of Harry's hole. He smelled so sweet and musky. Draco licked, teasing the rim before plunging in, wiggling and tasting. Harry withered beneath him, legs opening further.
He dug his nails into Harry's arse cheeks, feeling the reddening flesh beneath him. He wrapped his mouth around Harry's arsehole and sucked, tongue darting back in. Mid suck he looked up Harry's body and around his cock. Harry had his head thrown back in pleasure, mouth gaping open and breath coming shallow. His hands kept flexing on the sheets.
Draco had never loved him more than he did at that moment. Unable to contain himself, he mumbled it into Harry's arse, tongue forming the words too.
"More!" Harry managed, back arching.
Draco pulled away and leaned over Harry's legs to kiss him, share the taste. Harry made a face but kissed him back just as hungrily.
Suddenly, a bottle of lube fell in the crook of Draco's arm. He looked around to find Harry dropping his wand to the floor.
"Anxious, are we?" Draco drawled, opening the bottle with a loud pop. Lazily their tongues flicked together as Draco lathered his cock.
He drew back and lined up, pressing through the outer muscles slowly, as gently as what Harry would have done. Harry didn't seem to mind though. He was mewling and gasping and soon Draco was joining him, sinking the rest of the way in and moaning along with him.
It was so tight and sweet and Draco wanted -- needed more of him. He wedged between Harry's legs and wrapped his lips around Harry's chin, sucking along with each tiny thrust. He angled up slightly, knowing he hit it before Harry even squeezed his eyes shut, neck arching so much it had to hurt. He would be able to find it anytime.
He fumbled to grab Harry's cock and stroked it, tweaking the slit the way Harry liked it.
"Nug!" Harry garbled, tensing and coming, coating Draco's hand and stomach. Draco kept thrusting in the tight heat until Harry relaxed, the change pulling Draco's orgasm out of him.
He dropped on Harry, breath rousing the hair on Harry's forehead that wasn't pasted down by sweat. He pulled out and winced, his body aching from the curse and the physical exertion that had followed.
They stayed like that for the longest time, breath evening out and coming simultaneously.
Harry shifted. "You all right? Did I hurt you?"
Draco smiled. "You were the one laying there. I moved."
"Tosser," Harry said fondly, trailing his nails down Draco's arm. "You know, I'm still in the mood for some popcorn. How about I go back and get some, pick up a movie along the way?"
"You're just hoping that bloke is still there so you can pound him," Draco accused, hoping Harry would do just that.
Harry sucked on his earlobe and temped, "Popcorn..."
"Sure," Draco sighed. He watched as Harry dressed, arse to him. He was starting to feel bitter again. Harry could go out and get movies but he had to stay inside. He huffed.
Harry turned to him, buttoning his trousers. "I'll get the extra buttery kind and then we can spend the whole weekend lounging on the couch in the nude watching movies."
Draco nodded, closing his eyes and waiting for the crack of Apparation. They had changed the wards on the house to allow Harry to Apparate also.
"Love you," Harry said for the third time that afternoon, as if it would make everything better. It wouldn't but it made things tolerable.
Draco gave him a weak smile. "I'll get the house elves to make tea."
"Okay." He reached out and brushed Draco's hair out of his eyes before turning and Apparating. Draco stared at the spot he had disappeared at for a few minutes before dragging himself out of bed and ordering a house to make tea and bring him the warmest blanket.
He settled onto the couch and turned on the muggle TV Harry had bought without his permission. There was nothing on so he just flipped idly, settling back for a weekend of mindless sex and spooning. A weekend where he could forget about the world hating him and be normal.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/General
Length: 2706
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: Rimming
Summary: Even a trip to the muggle grocers is unsafe.
Note: I haven't posted new HP fic in a bit. Wow. I miss it.
Walking the streets was always dangerous for Draco. It was dangerous during the war, when both sides had been out for him, and it was dangerous after the war, when angry words could cause him pain. Not pain because he felt bad for what had happened that night on the Astronomy tower, because he didn't. Not really. It wasn't his fault Snape killed Dumbledore.
No, he felt pain because of a curse the Dark Lord had put on him when he failed in killing Dumbledore. Any mention of that incident would cause him to live the affects of the Cruciatus Curse. And the pain lasted longer when the person hated him more.
People hated him a lot.
"Some things should not be made," Harry said, holding up a carton of banana milk. He dropped it in the cart.
Draco rolled his eyes.
They were shopping in a muggle grocers like every Friday at five in the afternoon. Muggle stores tended to consist of people who had never heard of Draco so there was little risk.
Life rather stunk. Sure, he had a boyfriend who loved him, and the Malfoy manor, with many house elves. He still had Pansy, who had stayed out of the war. But he had no life. There were three places he lived: the manor, Pansy's house, and the damned muggle world. He still hated the muggle world, now with a passion that rivalled the curse put on him.
Hands wrapped gently around his wrist, pulling him away from the pizza freezer door. "What's wrong?"
Draco looked at him and gave him his you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look.
"Love you," Harry murmured, kissing him softly, as if that would make up for his shamble of a life.
But Harry didn't get it. Harry was revered by everyone, having ridded the world of the Dark Lord. He was invited to balls and parties and meetings on a daily basis. He may not have all that many close friends, because of some kind of social problem, but he had friends who weren't in Azkaban. Nobody wanted to kill him. And the ones who did were already dead, in Azkaban, or eluding the Ministry and in no position to kill him.
The fact that Harry normally declined the society events to spend time with Draco, that he'd moved into the manor even though his friends protested, and that he had been public with their relationship since the beginning didn't seem to matter.
It never helped Draco any. The fact that he was seeing their bloody hero just made them hate him more. Or so he thought. Harry said it was codswallop, but Harry was an idiot.
"I'm sick of everything," voiced Draco, sighing heavily and leaning against the cold freezer. Harry bit his bottom lip and busied himself by picking a pizza and arranging it in their cart.
They'd stopped having the house elves do the grocery shopping when someone had recognized the elf as Draco's and poisoned their food. Luckily the house elf had sneaked some and died before they touched it. The rest never snuck the food anymore.
"It'll get better." Harry nodded and moved closer, his fingers cold against Draco's collar bone.
It was the same thing he had said when he found Draco three years ago, wondering the streets with filthy clothes because he'd run away from the Dark Lord after having the curse put on him. There had been no where else to go since some of the Death Eaters were staying at the manor.
Harry had taken one look at him and spoken those words, handing over a piece of paper with an address on it. For the rest of the war Draco had stayed isolated in Grimmauld Place, in danger every time he left the house (or when Harry wasn't around and furious Order members kicked him out).
Their relationship had progressed from there. Harry would spend a lot of time in his room with him, giving him company no matter how much he just wanted Harry to leave him alone, rather like the present. Except Draco didn't want Harry to leave him alone now, besides when he's being a prat.
But one day, during their mutual staring sessions because they rarely had talked to each other besides the occasional "How are you doing?" and the replied "Terrible," Harry had up and walked across the room, kissing Draco soundly.
It was a surprise to say the least. But Draco, as it turned out, was hungry for anything and their mutual staring sessions had turned into mutual snogging. That had quickly progressed to mutual sex and then the war was over and they had a relationship.
What had always made Draco frown in confusion was that Harry never hid their relationship. Draco was all ready to, would have liked it in fact, but he overheard Harry telling Granger that he had been kissing him when she asked what he was up to. And they hadn't even had a real relationship then.
Harry was just odd. And an idiot. He got shite for being with Draco, but not that much because most people were afraid of him or in awe of him.
"I could eat some popcorn tonight," Harry said, nuzzling his nose behind Draco's ear, licking the mole that was there. Harry had a thing about his mole. Draco himself didn't like it. He also didn't like the small splattering of freckles on his inner thighs. Why would freckles be on his thighs? Why would a Malfoy even have freckles? It was a conspiracy against him.
Harry headed off, pushing the cart before him, and waving at Draco to follow. Draco shook his head and trailed after in a slower pace.
And ran right into someone.
He groaned and took the hand held out, hoisting him to his feet.
"Sorry," the man barked.
"Watch where the fuck you're going next time," Draco sneered, but he noticed the man was staring at him oddly.
"You're Draco Malfoy, aren't you?" There was a harsh, dangerous edge to his words.
Draco ignored him and shoved past, needing to meet up with Harry, and fast. He was sure he didn't recognize the man but that didn't mean anything. People he'd never seen in his life hated him.
"You are!"
The man's arm landed on his arm, whipping him around.
Draco growled, "Let go of me," and pulled out his wand. The man drew his out too.
"I should kill you here and now," he threatened. "You killed Du--"
"I didn't!" Draco hissed, quick to interrupt before the words could get fully out and the pain could be awakened. "It was Severus Snape and you damn well know that. Everyone knows that."
The man shook his head mockingly and curled his lips. "But if not for you he wouldn't be dead. Do you know how great a man he was? Everything I am I owe to him and you killed him!"
Then you own him nothing, Draco thought bitterly, but the pain was mounting and he winced, grabbing at his forearm. It always started there, slowly spreading to the rest of his body.
The man must have mistaken his reaction because he crackled. "You should be afraid of me! I can't believe they let you go with just a fine. All because Harry Potter vouched for you. Do you know I've been bidding my time for when I could kill you, revenge Dumbledore's death?"
Draco curled his toes in his trainers, afraid to move but knowing he needed to. Moving always made it worse, made the pain pound with every step he took. It even hurt for his hair to swing and touch his face.
"What's a better time and place than in a muggle shop where no one can help you? Not that many people would want to help you." He advanced, wand pointed straight as Draco's chest.
Draco whirled around, moaning out in pain when he ran into another person. But this person pressed Draco to his chest and Draco inhaled the scent of cherries. Harry. He had been pigging out on cherries earlier.
"You are insane," Harry said, voicing Draco's thoughts. Then Harry turned them and Draco felt the familiar feeling of being squeezed through a tube. Never before had it hurt so much.
They fell onto the bed. Or, more like Draco collapsed onto it because he couldn't hold himself up any longer and Harry's hands were too painful.
"Just let it out," Harry soothed, carefully pulling away and making sure not to touch.
"Don't. Talk. To. Me," Draco growled. Even his throat hurt. But Harry was an utter prat and he didn't want to cry but it was building, at its climax, and Draco opened his mouth and howled. The tears that had been gathering in his eyes streamed forth. Just like that the curse was over. His body ached and his tears were salty and he hated life.
"God, I'm so sorry," Harry whispered, licking his tears. He stretched out beside him, wrapping a hand around his neck softly and connecting their lips.
Harry tasted like salty cherries and Draco kissed him hungrily. He hated being so vulnerable like that. It made him feel like some hopeless girl. And every time Harry had to have sex with him after, being so gentle and while it was good that he was gentle it just made him feel more vulnerable.
Harry rolled on top of him, slowly letting his weight on Draco, but it still wasn't all of his weight. It irritated Draco.
"Undress," Draco commanded, shoving at Harry. He flexed his left arm tentatively, feeling his muscles groan.
Harry slid off the bed and removed his clothes. Draco watched in interest, forgetting about removing his own. Harry was facing the other way. He always did that, as if he should show his cock last, like a child eating the best part of dinner last to savour the taste.
Draco actually liked Harry's arse more but he never said anything because Harry was a git and would change his dressing pattern, which would mean less arse staring.
Harry turned, giving his hips a little shake. Draco watched his red cock bounce off his stomach and licked his lips.
"Undress me." He lifted his hips and Harry was between his legs at once, tongue laving his navel and hands easing his trousers down, pants with it.
"Love you," Harry said, swiping Draco's cock with his tongue before dropping his clothes to the floor and sucking on his thigh freckles. It always made Draco quiver even though he hated that there were freckles to suck.
"Love me too?" Harry asked against his thigh.
Draco watched Harry's head pause, black hair tickling his cock. Harry started nibbling on his thigh.
"'Course I do, you fool." And he reached down, grabbed Harry's hair, and tugged him up. "I also despise you."
Harry got a goofy grin and he dropped his weight, latching onto Draco's neck. Draco groaned and twisted away. His side still hurt.
"Sorry!" Harry sat quickly and touched Draco carefully on the stomach. Draco batted him away, feeling vulnerable again. He placed a hand on Harry's chest and pushed him back.
He surveyed the body laid out before him. Harry looked delicious, skin red at his cock and cheeks, the rest a light tan. He shifted, cock bouncing off his stomach again, leaving a bead of precome.
"I want to top," Draco said, surprising Harry because Harry was always the one to top when the curse acted up. It was time Draco put a stop to that though. He knew Harry liked to think he was helping by causing him pleasure but the shame of being vulnerable always lowered the pleasure anyway.
He slid down Harry's body and Harry lifted his legs, wrapping his arms around his knees, opened. "Don't forget lube," Harry reminded, as if Draco had never toped before.
Draco leaned forward, rubbing his nose against the puckered flesh of Harry's hole. He smelled so sweet and musky. Draco licked, teasing the rim before plunging in, wiggling and tasting. Harry withered beneath him, legs opening further.
He dug his nails into Harry's arse cheeks, feeling the reddening flesh beneath him. He wrapped his mouth around Harry's arsehole and sucked, tongue darting back in. Mid suck he looked up Harry's body and around his cock. Harry had his head thrown back in pleasure, mouth gaping open and breath coming shallow. His hands kept flexing on the sheets.
Draco had never loved him more than he did at that moment. Unable to contain himself, he mumbled it into Harry's arse, tongue forming the words too.
"More!" Harry managed, back arching.
Draco pulled away and leaned over Harry's legs to kiss him, share the taste. Harry made a face but kissed him back just as hungrily.
Suddenly, a bottle of lube fell in the crook of Draco's arm. He looked around to find Harry dropping his wand to the floor.
"Anxious, are we?" Draco drawled, opening the bottle with a loud pop. Lazily their tongues flicked together as Draco lathered his cock.
He drew back and lined up, pressing through the outer muscles slowly, as gently as what Harry would have done. Harry didn't seem to mind though. He was mewling and gasping and soon Draco was joining him, sinking the rest of the way in and moaning along with him.
It was so tight and sweet and Draco wanted -- needed more of him. He wedged between Harry's legs and wrapped his lips around Harry's chin, sucking along with each tiny thrust. He angled up slightly, knowing he hit it before Harry even squeezed his eyes shut, neck arching so much it had to hurt. He would be able to find it anytime.
He fumbled to grab Harry's cock and stroked it, tweaking the slit the way Harry liked it.
"Nug!" Harry garbled, tensing and coming, coating Draco's hand and stomach. Draco kept thrusting in the tight heat until Harry relaxed, the change pulling Draco's orgasm out of him.
He dropped on Harry, breath rousing the hair on Harry's forehead that wasn't pasted down by sweat. He pulled out and winced, his body aching from the curse and the physical exertion that had followed.
They stayed like that for the longest time, breath evening out and coming simultaneously.
Harry shifted. "You all right? Did I hurt you?"
Draco smiled. "You were the one laying there. I moved."
"Tosser," Harry said fondly, trailing his nails down Draco's arm. "You know, I'm still in the mood for some popcorn. How about I go back and get some, pick up a movie along the way?"
"You're just hoping that bloke is still there so you can pound him," Draco accused, hoping Harry would do just that.
Harry sucked on his earlobe and temped, "Popcorn..."
"Sure," Draco sighed. He watched as Harry dressed, arse to him. He was starting to feel bitter again. Harry could go out and get movies but he had to stay inside. He huffed.
Harry turned to him, buttoning his trousers. "I'll get the extra buttery kind and then we can spend the whole weekend lounging on the couch in the nude watching movies."
Draco nodded, closing his eyes and waiting for the crack of Apparation. They had changed the wards on the house to allow Harry to Apparate also.
"Love you," Harry said for the third time that afternoon, as if it would make everything better. It wouldn't but it made things tolerable.
Draco gave him a weak smile. "I'll get the house elves to make tea."
"Okay." He reached out and brushed Draco's hair out of his eyes before turning and Apparating. Draco stared at the spot he had disappeared at for a few minutes before dragging himself out of bed and ordering a house to make tea and bring him the warmest blanket.
He settled onto the couch and turned on the muggle TV Harry had bought without his permission. There was nothing on so he just flipped idly, settling back for a weekend of mindless sex and spooning. A weekend where he could forget about the world hating him and be normal.