Hide and Seek

Chapter 10

The next two weeks that passed were relatively peaceful at the cottage. Harry and Draco still fought like an old married couple, but that was now interspersed with angry, make up sex. Not that they were an item: Draco was in witness protection and Harry was here in a working capacity to protect him. The fact that they were shagging in every room of the cottage was something that Harry was careful to omit from his weekly reports to Robards, but what his boss didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Besides, it was clear that this arrangement of theirs would only last as long as their time at the cottage, which was fine. Harry wasn't looking for anything more serious, anyway. He was married to his work, after all. That said, he was rather enjoying his time away from the Auror's office. He'd never had so much free time on his hands. Whenever he and Draco weren't arguing or shagging, Draco wanted to play games. He was always playing games to fill the time. Right now, his game of choice was truth or dare.

"Truth or dare," said Draco.

Harry lowered the old Quidditch magazine he'd found in the upstairs office and thought for a moment. They sat at opposite ends of the couch with their legs entangled in front of a cosy fire in the living room. It was raining again, which was par for the course when you were hauled up in the Yorkshire countryside.

"Truth."

"Truths are boring," Draco complained.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine. Dare."

Draco grinned. "I dare you to give me a foot rub."

Harry pursed his lips. "If you wanted a foot rub, you didn't have to dare me, you only had to ask."

"Really?" asked Draco, surprised. "In that case, I dare you to—"

"Too late," Harry cut in. He tossed the magazine aside and grabbed Draco's left foot. "Truth or dare."

Draco squirmed as Harry began to massage his feet. "Oh, that tickles. Makes sense for me to pick truth this time since you've got a hold of me."

Harry pressed his thumbs into the mid arch of Draco's foot. "What's your favourite food?"

"That's a rubbish question."

"How is it rubbish?"

"You could ask me anything, why would you want to know that?"

"Because I'm interested to know," said Harry defensively.

Draco clicked his tongue. "Fine. I suppose my favourite food has to be treacle tart."

Harry paused. "Is it really?"

"Why would I lie about something so mundane?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't think you're lying, I'm just surprised. It's my favourite food, too."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Is it really? I never would have guessed that you had such impeccable taste in both treats and men."

"Hmm, not sure my taste in men's to be trusted," he joked.

"My turn," said Draco, ignoring the jibe. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Where is the strangest place that you've had sex?"

Harry pulled a face. "Where do you come up with these questions?"

"Just answer the question, Potter."

Harry sighed and grabbed Draco's other foot. "Um...probably the broom shed at Ron's house."

It was Draco's turn to pull a face. "With Weasley?"