Everything Remains

Chapter 19- Can't We Be Seventeen?

I was inspired by the song "Seventeen" in 'Heathers the Musical' for the title and just the general vibes. Poor magical bebes can never just be normal teenagers, can they? 

*Smut and gore warning*

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Harry's head was drooping, barely being held up by his hand and arm. He was a few inches from smacking his head onto the library table, his book was pushed away from him. How could he be expected to focus on boring Muggle Studies when he had much more pleasant things to think about. Like a certain blonde with deep gray eyes that could melt the frost that began to appear on the great lawn in the morning sun. 
"Harry, we really need to get this assignment done. Are you paying attention?" Hermione groaned, pushing his textbook back under his face. 
"UGH. This is the most boring class I've ever taken in my life. Why do I have to take it anyways? I grew up with muggles." the angst was palpable.
"Then this should be super easy for you, should it not? Just get it done and you won't have to deal with it anymore." Hermione said, matter of factly. 
Harry rolled his eyes, glancing down at the questions and prompts he was supposed to answer about something that happened two hundred years ago in the muggle world. 
"You know you need it to be an auror, Harry. Aurors need to have a well-rounded knowledge of everything, including muggles and how they operate."
"Plus, it's not like the muggles you were around were very 'normal'. They abused you for merlin's sake." Ron butted in, looking just as bored.
"You don't have to agree with her on everything now, just because you're snogging." 
Hermione blushed crimson and Ron cough/laughed nervously. "It's true, mate. How about I do half of the questions and you do the other and we switch?" 
"Really, cheating? You both never change." Hermione got up, annoyed, and went to find another needed book. 

"Whys she got her wand in a twist? She used to let me copy her homework all the time." Ron shook his head, scoffing. 
"I don't know. Have you been daft with her lately?"
"Me? Whys it always my fault!" 
Harry laughed, throwing a wadded up piece of paper at Ron's nose. 
"Oh, now you've done it!" Ron scrapped up a whole hunk of parchments before lobbing it at Harry's head. The still-wet ink on the page splattered over Harry's nose, giving him a nice black mark. 
"Great, now I get to look like Voldemort with a hulking black spot for a nose." Ron laughed uproariously, preparing for a counter attack. 
"Well, well, what do we have here? Trying to give Harry a makeover are we?" Draco appeared around the book shelf corner, a smile spread on his pink lips. 
"Yes, I look so devilishly handsome without a nose, don't you think?" Harry rebutted, trying to wipe the ink off and smearing it more across his face. 
Ron laughed even harder, wheezing at the giant black smudge. 
"Oh Merlin, stop! You're making it worse. Here." Draco licked the back of his thumb and gently rubbed the black marks, slowly but surely getting rid of them. 
"Great, now I have your spit all over me." Harry quipped, teasing. 
"You've never complained about that before, darling." Draco narrowed his eyes mischievously. 
"Oh, yuck. I didn't need that imagery." Ron made a grimace, showing his displeasure while Harry reddened like a tomato. 

"Are you almost done with your work?" Draco thankfully changed the subject.
"Not really. But I can't focus on it anyways. Why?" 
"Well, I have something planned for us. But if you need some time, it can wait." 
"NO. No, please take me away from this hell. I can't stand looking at this textbook anymore." 
"Fine. But if you get a bad grade, you can't blame me." Draco laughed, waving bye to Ron before leading Harry out of the library. 
"Where are we going?" 
"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I just told you, now would it?" Draco grabbed Harry's hand, leading him up staircase after staircase, through corridors and hallways. Draco summoned an eye mask to cover Harry's eyes, so he couldn't see just yet. 
"You better not let me run into stuff." 
"Don't worry, darling." Draco's voice came out in a low growl, sending static up and down Harry's body. 
Eventually, they got to their destination: the Room of Requirement. 
"Okay, we're going to step through a doorway. Once you're in the right spot, I'll take off your blindfold." 
Draco led Harry into the room, leading him a few feet inside the door before locking and muffling the door. The RoR would do that for him anyways, but he just wanted to be extra careful. 
"Alright. Are you ready darling?" 
"Yes." 
Draco took off Harry's blindfold and his eyes adjusted to the low light of the room. 
The room was smaller than normal, making the space cozy. There was a huge, four poster bed in the far corner with black silk sheets. There was a fireplace, roaring with flames, on the other side of the room. In front was a fur rug. Surrounding the rug was vials of butterbeer and a picnic basket full of food and treats. The room was lit up from the fireplace and at least 50 candles of all sizes and lengths, lit around the room. It was breathtaking and so sensual, Harry couldn't help but start to get hard already. 
"Wow, Drac... this is amazing. You did all this for me?" 
"Of course, darling. I wanted you to be able to relax and for us to have uninterrupted time together." Draco smiled, his eyes gleaming with the soft fire light. 
Draco pulled Harry's hand over to the picnic area, sitting him down on the rug. He opened up the picnic basket, which had all of Harry's favorites: treacle tart, pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, stew and bread, and much more. Draco flung off his cloak and undid his tie before pouring Harry and himself some butterbeer.