𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

Chapter 13

Harry awoke to an excited Veela straddling his hips. With the arm that wasn't pinned down, he felt about for his glasses on the bedside table. Shoving them back onto his face, one-handed, Harry blinked up at the fidgety blond above him. "Draco? What time is it?"

His mate leaned down and bit Harry's ear playfully. Time to get up. We don't want to be late.

"Wha...?" Harry yawned. "We're not expected at Hogwarts 'til noon. It's..." he glanced at the clock. "Seven-thirty! Draco, what's got into you? Get back into bed and let me sleep!"

The Veela grinned wolfishly and ducked under the covers, sliding down Harry's body. I'm so glad we decided to start forgoing night clothes, Harry heard in his head.

The dark-haired wizard tried to formulate an appropriate response but an eager mouth closed over his cock and short-circuited his brain. "Ooh... Mmm, yeah. That's... yeah."

Two orgasms, a very long bath, and a quick breakfast later, Harry found himself dashing around their bedroom, trying to get ready. "I can't believe we're going to be late," he moaned.

Draco snagged his elbow as he walked by. See, it wasn't too early to wake up at all.

"Well, if I had known to pencil marathon sex into our schedule this morning, I might not have been so slow to get up."

Oh, you want to have sex? the voice was amused. Okay then.

Draco pushed Harry back onto the bed and climbed into his lap, licking his neck. "Oh no. Don't even think about it. We're late enough as it is."

Are you sure? his lover pressed, rocking up against him.

"No... I mean, yes! Yes! Off!"

Grumbling, Draco pulled away and moved to stand, helping Harry up. Harry straightened his rumpled robes, leaning over to kiss the pouting Veela, before ushering Baby into her crate with the promise of a biscuit. Together, they walked downstairs and Apparated to Hogsmeade. There wasn't time to stop in any of the shops, but before they could pass The Three Broomsticks, Draco drew them to a halt and paused to smell the air.

Pulling his cloak hood up over his head, Draco set down the path towards the Shrieking Shack. "Draco, we don't have time for this," Harry appealed.

Draco lingered in front of the old, dilapidated building. Harry put a hand at the small of his back. I was talking to Ron, Draco slowly recollected. I was... attacked...

"Err, I threw mud at you."

But I didn't realize it was you. How...?

"I was wearing my Invisibility Cloak. You couldn't see me."

Draco walked inside the house, touching the walls gingerly. Sirius... Remus... Severus... James Potter...

"You can sense all that?"

The blond nodded, awash with confusing, overlapping images. Crouching down, Draco felt the floorboards with his hand, sensing a struggle. Wormtail.

Harry squeezed his shoulder. "Come on. Dumbledore's expecting us. I'll tell you all about this place later."

Draco rose gracefully to his feet and took Harry's hand, allowing himself to be led out the door, back down the diverted path, and up to Hogwarts. They met few students on their way to the Great Hall, most already sitting down to lunch. Breathing deeply, Harry pushed open the grand doors to the room and the pair of them walked inside. A slow murmur fell over the students as the famous Harry Potter and his cloaked companion approached the head table.