Drarry One-Shots 2

communication is awesome

84. "Can... can you come over?" + 46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

It was almost two in the morning when the Floo call came. Harry was half asleep on his sofa, still trying to persuade himself to finish the pile of paperwork that was staring at him mockingly from the coffee table.

His heart skipped a beat when Draco's head appeared in the fireplace. "Did I wake you?"

"No, no, don't worry," Harry denied and shook his head to wake himself up properly. "I was doing paperwork."

Draco glanced at the pile of unfinished reports dubiously but didn't say anything.

"What's up?", Harry asked, moving to kneel before the fireplace to see his new boyfriend better. They've been together for exactly two weeks and it was the best decision Harry's made in a while.

"Can... can you come over?"

Harry immediately sobered a frown etching into his face. "Is something wrong?"

"I...", Draco looked behind himself for a moment before turning back to face Harry once more. "We need to talk."

Harry's heart sank and it was suddenly very hard to breathe.

"It's nothing bad," Draco reassured quickly. "At least, I don't think it is. It might actually be very good when you think about it. It's not bad. I'm not breaking up with you."

Harry's shoulder's slumped in relief. "I can be at yours in five. Let me just change into something that isn't my slept-in Auror uniform."

"I love you in your uniform, though," Draco said with a small, uncertain smile.

"Not this uniform, babe. It looks like a cow chewed it and then they dried it and let me wear it," Harry dragged his fingers through his hair and laughed. "I'll be over in a mo'. Leave the Floo open for me."

"Okay," Draco simply replied. "See you soon."

"Be right there."

Less than ten minutes later they were sitting on Draco's couch opposite each other with their feet intertwined.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Harry asked slowly and took a hold of Draco's ankle. He knew Draco liked touch. It grounded him in the same way it did Harry.

"After the war," Draco began, "did you ever, um, see a healer?"

"Er, yeah they made every-"

"For nightmares," Draco interrupted. "And stuff."

"Oh. Oh... Yeah," Harry nodded slowly and slid lower into the couch so more of his legs were touching Draco's. "I still see a Mind Healer once a month. Do you need a recommendation? 'Cause mine's great. She's a squib and she studied both muggle and magical and –"

"No, no thanks. I, um, have my own, um, Mind Healer," Draco muttered. "I like mine."

"Okay. I'm glad you like them." Harry drew careful circles over Draco's ankle, hoping that it helped Draco feel less nervous.

"I had a session today and we talked, um, about stuff," Draco said before cursing under his breath, feeling slightly pathetic. "We talked about you and how we started dating and I had some concerns –"

"About us dating?"

"Yes. No. Dating in general. Relationships in general. Platonic. And otherwise," Draco clarified. "We talked about those and about my feelings towards you and dating and the consensus was that communication is important in all relationships and that we should talk."

"Communication is important," Harry agreed. "And I'm glad you are not against it. I love communication. Communication is awesome. I hate not knowing things."

"Me too."

"Okay, good."

They sat in silence for a moment and then Harry cleared his throat, getting Draco's attention.

"Er, two things. One, do you want us to cuddle when we talk because I would really appreciate it and two, is there anything, in particular, you want to talk about?"

"Yes to both," Draco said firmly.

"Okay." Harry crawled across the bed until they were lying side by side with Harry's head pillowed by Draco's chest and their legs indistinguishable from one another.

"I'm not a virgin," Draco said. "But all my... relations, were purely physical. There were no... feelings. And my friendships, well, you know all about that. I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

"Okay. I can do that," Harry said and nodded as his cheek rubbed against Draco's silk pyjamas. "I want to do that. I want us to talk regularly and not just about the good stuff. About what worries us too."

"Does it feel like we're going too fast? That we're too deep in or, I don't know, too serious too quickly?" Draco asked and then buried his slightly shaky hands in Harry's hair.

"No? Maybe? I don't want this to be loose, honestly." Harry took a moment to think his words through. "Look, we've known each other for a long time, yeah? But we've never really been clear on who we are to each other, right? And we know each other, but not really. And I want us to know each other, and we can't fool around if we want that."

"I agree with you," Draco said quietly and then somehow managed to pull himself lower on the couch despite Potter's overwhelming weight on top of him.

"I'm glad you think so." Harry placed a soft kiss on Draco's lips and was quickly kissed in return, but longer, yielding, trusting.

"You're half asleep," Draco remarked when Harry yawned after that kiss.

"Can I sleep here?"

"If you trust me enough," Draco said casually but with a hint of worry beneath.

"I do. It's strange but, I decided to trust you way before I decided to date you. I know you'll protect me."

"Using me as a bodyguard, huh?" Draco chuckled.

"Mm, something like that." With one last kiss, Harry snuggled against Draco and promptly, easier than even in recent memory, fell asleep.