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4- [The Meeting-3]

This is 4.8k, and would have been longer, but I decided to cut off a chunk at the end because it was getting to being too long since I last posted :) A bonus for that is that I now have a chunk of chapter 5 done already, so there shouldn't be as big of a wait.
This chapter is a bit weirdly paced, but I honestly didn't want to spend any more time of the meeting- there also might be a few inconsistencies, but I think I managed to patch up most of them ^-^ I'll be rewriting it at some point. Anyway, I hope you like the chapter!

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13th August 1997

Harry woke the next morning feeling calm, safe and relaxed, snuggled cosily between both of his mates, whose soft breathing he could hear comfortingly from nearby. The Fae stayed there, contentedly basking in their combined warmth, only the dimmest light beyond his eyelids controlling him from succumbing to his body's urge to continue sleeping. His eyes didn't begin to crack open until minutes after he first gained consciousness, and when they did so, it was slowly and with great reluctance. Harry felt content in his own mind for the first time since his inheritance two weeks ago, that insistent itch in the back of his brain finally having settled down.

He turned his head to stare sleepily at his newest mate, Blaise, with interest. The boy looked equally as gorgeous asleep as he did awake, softer, however, as he was missing the cocky smirk that seemed permanently on his face, and his sharp, purple eyes that usually drew all of his attention were currently closed. Harry could just about make out the slightest smattering of purple and black scales around the edges of his eyes, making them look more full as if he was wearing subtle eyeliner or eyeshadow. He smiled, shifting his head the opposite way.

On his other side slept Draco- flat on his back, the heathen- looking angelic in the early morning sunlight that crept through the curtains, highlighting the golden strands in his white-blond hair and the paleness of his skin. He seemed to be stirring, shifting slightly towards Harry in his light sleep, snuffling slightly into his neck, his eyelids fluttering and cracking open slightly to reveal the slightest sliver of silver. Harry smiled warmly.

"Good morning." He whispered barely audibly, his voice croaky with sleep.

Draco's eyes shut once more, and he sleepily hummed, turning onto his side to squish their bodies closer together. "G'morning." He mumbled back, slurred with sleep. To his other side, Blaise huffed, drawing his attention once more.

Without opening his eyes, he swung suddenly out of the bed, dragging the covers with him, much to the startled, voiced annoyance of both Harry and Draco. Tiredly, he stumbled his way into the en-suite bathroom, slamming the door behind him and leaving the pair to shiver in the morning air.

Draco groaned, sitting up with a scowl. "Bastard." He looked ruffled, hair sticking up at the back, but Harry knew that his own was probably ten times worse. He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, blinking rapidly to wake up faster, casting a Tempus with a groan. Turning back impatiently when Harry made no move to get up, he huffed again. "Harry, it's already nearing eleven, you need to get up."

He grumbled back, turning to plonk his face in the pillow instead.

"Harry, up. We've got to go eat breakfast- or lunch. I'm surprised no one woke us up beforehand."

"Parents are used to it. We aren't mornin' people." With a put-on sigh, Harry pushed himself up on weak arms, turning, licking dry lips with disgust. "Ugh, need water." Groping in the direction of his side table, he swiped the convenient glass there and took several, desperate gulps of water.

During this, Draco had wandered off to his bag, dressing in dark robes.

"Not going to shower?"

"I had one last night after you fell asleep. You should have one, though, after Blaise relinquishes the bathroom."