The first spell is something important, that Harry will remember for the rest of his life.
Granted, that’s just until the end of August, but still.
Harry rubs the handle of Draco’s wand with his thumb, weighing the merits of an Expelliarmus for laughs, or something cool that would be a spectacle to start the day with.
Draco’s really into whenever Harry uses powerful magic, too.
And then it hits him. It’s obvious.
The camp bed is so narrow that when Harry rolled onto his back during the night, Draco ended up sprawled half on top of him. It’s the perfect position. Hopefully Ron won’t wake up.
“Ostendoaura.” Harry breathes, his wand pointed at himself. The glow of pale green takes up most of Harry’s line of sight, and he gently irons out a few wrinkles to start.
Blanket consent, Draco always says, and Harry smirks as he points Draco’s own wand at the centre of his spine, a surge of magic running down his arms, out his fingertips and into Draco’s aura.
Immediately, Draco’s back arches, pressing into Harry, and his legs spread open.
Harry sends more magic into Draco’s aura, running the wand tip down from the middle of Draco’s back toward his pelvis, and Draco moans.
“Happy birthday, Harry.” Ron grunts, putting his pillow over his head and rolling over to face the wall.
“Thanks.” Harry says. Draco grinds his hips into Harry’s thigh. “Bunny?”
Apparently still asleep, Draco shifts closer to Harry, tucking his head under Harry’s chin. Harry points the wand at the cluttered desk where he had left his glasses.
“Accio, glasses.”
Although they're only a foot away, there's something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom toward him, at least until they poke him in the eye.
“Ow, fuck.” Harry mutters.
"Slick," Ron says with a snort.
Revelling in the freedom of adulthood, Harry sends Ron's possessions flying around the room, causing Pigwidgeon to wake up and flutter excitedly around his cage. Hedwig lifts her head only to glare at him disdainfully. She has a very low opinion of Pig.
Ron catches his watch out of the air as it drifts over his bed, huffing as he checks the time.
“I’m supposed to go with Dad to help the Delacours get settled.” He says, staring at the ceiling.
“They’re getting here today?” Harry asks in surprise.
“Well, yeah. Wedding’s tomorrow.” Ron shrugs. “It’s a pity we’ve got them instead of Fleur and the sister staying here, but there’s no way Mum would allow Fleur to bunk with Bill, and Ginny would burn the house down rather than share a room with Fleur.”
“She has work today, doesn’t she? Fleur?”
“No, she and Bill got the day off. Dad’s going in late and leaving early.”
With a groan of annoyance, Ron hoists himself out of bed and shuffles to his dresser to grab clothes.
“You’ll want to shower before the girls are up.” Ron advises. “Especially if you’re showering together.”
Harry makes a noise of affirmation through a yawn, and shakes Draco’s shoulder. Ron leaves the room.
“Bunny, wake up.”
Stretching his legs out, Draco takes a long breath, rolling onto his back.
“Nope!” Harry yelps, grabbing for Draco’s hip as he squeaks, nearly falling off the tiny bed.
