𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen: Freya, Norse Goddess of Love, Fertility and Sexual Desire

Harry sought out Draco's lips, catching them swiftly in their first kiss in weeks. Both melted into it, happy to finally be that close to each other. There was something so soothing in sharing the same air with your loved one after so long without.

They broke away panting, but Harry pressed their foreheads together, overly joyous to be with his Draco again. He lovingly stroked at Draco's hair, running his fingers through the soft silk of it.

"Don't you dare disappear for two weeks ever again, Harry Potter," Draco hissed between his teeth, his hands playing with the front of Harry's robes.

"I won't. I promise."

Draco stepped back, out of Harry's arms before he led him to the bed. The two of them sat up against the head, their legs outstretched and their shoulders touching as they put the blankets over their legs.

"So where have you been all this time?" Draco asked, his hand grabbing for Harry's.

"Fighting off the bad guys. Where'd you think I was?"

"For all I knew, you were enjoying some lover in some exotic location while I cried in bed, awaiting your return." Draco's fingers entwined with Harry's and he brought them up to kiss the brunette's knuckles. "Which better not have been the case."

"It certainly wasn't." Harry nuzzled into Draco's hair and temple, loving the smell of his future husband. "I was thinking, by the way, are we boyfriends?" His heart nearly exploded at Draco's smile.

"We better be."

"Good."

Draco curled into Harry, who wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulder, holding him close. "I want Scorp back."

"Me too...you haven't eaten anything from the Great Hall, have you?"

It caused Draco to jolt away from his newly-labelled boyfriend. He sat propped up on his knees, wide eyed, looking at Harry. "How do you know about that?"

"Your father approached me tonight...he kidnapped me, actually, but gave me this to give to you." Harry reached into the pocket of his jeans and brought out the small vial. "He managed to get a drop of it. You should be able to analyse it and find a cure for it with this, right?"

Draco grabbed the vial and held it up, trying to catch it with the non-existent light. Harry offered help, lighting the tip of his wand with the ever useful 'lumos' spell.

"Better?"

"Yes." The blonde continued to look at the drop and let out a sigh. "It should be enough for me to break it down and go backwards from there." Very carefully, Draco placed it on the bedside table before curling up in the bed, his head on Harry's right thigh. "Do you think Scorp disappeared because I've already had some of it?"

"I hope that's not the case."

"I probably would have taken it sooner or later if I didn't know. So...so if the food I've been eating has been clean, Scorpius should come back, right?"

"That would be the logical thing."

Harry had to take in a deep breath. Having Draco's head in his lap wasn't exactly the most innocent of places and his hormones were well aware of that fact. Actually, they were overly aware of that. He tried his hardest not to shift and make Draco aware of it, also. He could have done with a nice, cold shower at that moment.

And then there was that hand on his lower thigh. It was stroking just above his knee. Sure, it was meant to be a comforting gesture, but Harry wasn't too sure as to what Draco was trying to comfort. He knew the blonde was used to getting sex whenever he wanted it and that he had gone months without it, but he wasn't too sure if Draco even knew what he was stirring.