Confisio Suprema

Zero emotional intelligence

Harry let Draco follow him into the bedroom. Now it doesn't matter anyway. The established magical connection cannot be revoked. The magical bond even became a kind of excuse for both men not to have to fully admit their feelings for each other. Harry rationalised to himself that he just needed the healing effect of contact with Draco and requested it almost daily. Draco didn't protest at all. He felt like the most selfless healer under the sun as he perfected the functionality of Harry's hands on his own body. It was actually quite a pleasant curse...

"I'll get back to work," Harry said firmly one day after dinner.

Draco sighed deeply. "I was waiting for you to come up with that. Promise me you won't go to Auror interventions anymore.''

Harry's gaze met Draco's. Is it just me, or do his eyes really show fear? Is Malfoy worried about me? Is it possible that he cares about me? A little, just a little?

"I promise."

Draco squeezed him tightly. "I won't let anything happen to you again. Merlin knows what curse could get you and how it would have to be treated."

"You're the best healer under the sun," Harry sighed. "I love your hands."

"Only hands?" Draco asked boldly. He would prefer to bite his tongue. Beg him like this!

"There are other parts that I love about you," Harry guessed, running his hand to places very important to maintaining the magical connection.

Draco purred in pleasure. Okay, that's not quite what I wanted to hear, but I'm not complaining. And what did I really want to hear? Draco was startled. No, no, no, there's no way I need him to tell me he likes me. Confessions are embarrassing. We have certain obligations to each other that I quite enjoy fulfilling, but that's about it. I don't want anything more. I do not want anything more!

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." A really sophisticated answer.

"You look sad."

"I'm not sad."

"You are. I feel it."

"You're not using legillimency?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"No, of course not. Don't judge me by Slytherin's rules. Gryffindors don't act like that."

"I forgot how noble a soul I have in bed," Draco sneered.

"Gryffindors prioritise the feelings of people they care about."

Draco's soul swelled with bliss.

"Do you care about me?"

"Of course. I need you."

I see. So here we are again. He needs my hands, and that's all. What is happening to me? Why do I want anything more from him?

Draco desperately needed reassurance that Harry was with him willingly, that he felt something more than gratitude and a need to fulfil the magical bond. Suddenly it wasn't enough for him that Harry was bound to him forever because the curse was placed on Harry from the outside, he didn't choose it. Would he stay with Draco if he had the option to leave? Only a few weeks ago, Harry's favour was suffocating him. Now he felt like he needed more and more, he would never have enough.

Harry was more sensitive than he looked. He noticed Draco's brooding and couldn't figure out what had caused it. Hopefully, he will be more successful in non-verbal communication. He began gently stroking Draco's hair, then his chest. He slid lower and gently continued to stroke him until Draco finally stopped thinking. Everything was fine except for the tears glistening in Draco's eyes. Harry was well aware of that.

Merlin, why is he crying? What did I do wrong? Did he like it or not? Maybe I'm too intense for him? It must be hard for him, I stuck to him and won't let him breathe. He'd probably bury himself ten feet under the ground if he knew how much he means to me. I have to be more careful. He'd probably curse me cruelly if he found out that I really like him.

However, Draco was a Slytherin, and soon he could fully control himself again, at least outwardly.

"Harry, I wanted to discuss the plans for Christmas with you. Would you agree if you and Albus were with us for the holidays?" And then you wouldn't have to return to Grimmauld Square at all after Christmas. However, Draco preferred not to say that.

"That's absolutely brilliant!" Harry gushed. Damn. Can't I control myself a little?

"Scorpius will be thrilled." Me too. Yeah!