the track to my heart // drarry

twenty

The morning brought two new things into light for Draco.

One, he really, really enjoyed sleeping with Harry in his arms. He never wanted to sleep alone again.  

Two, Hermione Granger was one nasty observer. She had been sending him narrow glances all throughout breakfast; eyebrows raising whenever she got a small whiff of Harry and Draco even glancing at each other. It made him annoyed at her. 

Later, when Harry and Ron were busy in a chess match, Draco flopped down next to Harry. He sat close to him, shoulders pressed against his torso. Harry gave him a small smile. 

Ron looked at them weirdly. His mouth was bent into a frown but he shook his head and continued the perusal of the game as he analysed his next move. 

"You're losing, Potter." Draco drawled softly next to his ear. Harry elbowed him, "Shut up. I'm trying." Ron snickered.

Five minutes later, Harry lost. Ron won. Draco shook his head, "I have to say, Weasley. I'm impressed. You play really well." He said politely. 

The room went silent. 

It seemed that not only Ron and Harry but Draco too seemed shocked by his choice of words. It was a miracle. 

Ron's eyes were wide, mostly in surprise but more in fear. "Harry?" He whispered, "Pinch me." 

"What?" 

"I need to see if this is a dream?" 

Draco flushed and pinched his arm, hard. "Not a dream, Weasel. As if I would even visit you in your dreams." He scoffed. 

Ron let out a long exhale, "OK. That's normal. Better even. The world will go mental the day you stop insulting me, Malfoy." Draco rolled his eyes and looked away, cheeks pink in embarrassment.

Harry tried not to laugh. 

When a frenzied Ron narrated this entire incident to Hermione later. She became even more conscious and suspicious of everything Draco did. 

This went for two days and it drove Draco mental. He was always on edge and jumped whenever he heard Harry call his name or briefly touch him.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked softly one night they all sat down for a movie. The lights were dim and they all sat bunched up on two small couches. Sirius and Remus were pressed together while Ron and Hermione sat side-by-side, blushing when their hands brushed. Harry wanted to cuddle with Draco but Draco was acting jumpy.

"Yeah," Draco nodded. Harry held his hand and squeezed it, "You seem really tense, Draco. I'm worried about you. Are you overthinking about running away again?"

It had been a common occurrence since the past couple weeks, Draco had been stressing about the consequences he would face later of him leaving his home unannounced. 

"No, actually. I haven't thought much about it since the past couple days," He said truthfully. Harry smiled and leaned closer, shoulders brushing, "That's amazing, love." 

And with those words there was nobody but them. The sound of the movie faded to static and Draco smiled back at him. There were times like this when Draco and Harry were the only people in the world for them. All they saw was each other. A single cloud in the empty sky, a shining star in a starless night. 

It was Harry who leaned in first, unsure and awkward, as if it was their first kiss, and brushed their lips together in a gentle peck. Draco ran a hand down his jaw, holding him close and then pressing his mouth against his temple and just pausing there for a moment. 

They moved apart and avoided each other's eyes. The world came clear again and they realised that the room was quiet. Too quiet. 

"Harry?" Hermione said, voice unsure, surprised and disappointed. Ron was staring at the floor, ears red. Sirius and Remus pursed their lips with a worried expression. 

Draco felt his heartbeat rise and his ears ringing with what was to come. They had planned this, right? They planned for them to know about this simply by Harry and Draco acting close and akin to boyfriends. 

But they hadn't planned what they would say to them when it actually happened. His toes curled in fear when Ron stood up suddenly and left the room without a single glance towards his best friend. 

Harry looked at Hermione. She looked upset. 

"'Mione?" She sighed and glanced at Draco, "I really don't care if you're with a boy, Harry. But I need to know: why him?"

"Do I have to have a reason?" Harry asked, meek. Hermione's shoulders sagged and she got up too and dragged Harry outside by his arm. 

"Harry, you know how he has behaved towards us in the past, right?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "But he's better now! He's changed!"

"Look, he may have apologized or made up with you. But he hasn't said much to us. Yes, I know he has been civil but the past hasn't changed, Harry."

Harry nodded, "Give him a chance, please."

"Of course I'll give him a chance, Harry. He's your boyfriend. I need to respect that. And I need time to actually process it. Ron will need more time," She added.

Harry flushed at Draco being called his boyfriend, "I understand. Thank you." He hugged her, "You should go talk to him." She suggested.

"Okay. And uh Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"We aren't boyfriends yet." He blushed, "Only uh snogging partners and stuff." 

She raised her eyebrows. They were completely oblivious to each other's feelings. "Right." 

"Uh huh." 

"Go." 

"Yeah okay." He nodded and stomped up the stairs while Hermione was left shaking her head at him. With a long exhale, she made her way back into the living room and narrowed her gaze at Malfoy.

"Malfoy," She said curtly, "I know you and Harry have this fling or whatever you refuse to label but let me tell you. If you hurt him in any way I will make sure that the third-year incident is repeated." Hermione pursed her lips, "Multiple times."

Draco nodded, "I won't hurt him," He cleared his throat. "Good." She sniffed haughtily.

Sirius snorted.