Uncomfortable Truths

Chapter Forty-Six - The Aftermath

Draco had drawn his curtains around his bed before passing out. Finnigan and Potter hadn't come back from Gryffindor tower before sleep won. The quiet breathing of Theo in the other bed didn't help, neither did the soft sheets and the hint of Harry's cologne still left on his pillows. There were no nightmares. He never really got them when he drank, which became a problem for him over the summer, but now, not so much. That's not to say he didn't have bad dreams. Bad dreams are sometimes worse than nightmares. Dreams about Finnigan, with a brand new one tonight... they never came back from Gryffindor tower, his dreaming mind filled in all the possibilities.

Draco slowly starts waking from a hand brushing through his hair. His bed depresses on one side; as a quick flash of light enters the bed as his curtains are moved aside, before being pulled back bringing the blessed dark with them.

"Potter?" He whispers.

"Hmmm."

Draco can't open his eyes yet, but he's enjoying the kisses that are trailing up his neck to his ear. He turns his head, bringing their lips together, kissing has to be the best way to wake up in the morning.

Harry breaks the kiss, trailing back to his ear, whispering, "Your breath is horrible."

"Fuck off, then." Draco smiles pushing Harry away.

He grabs him around the waist pulling him closer, "I won't." Kissing his neck, his hands trailing lower. A moan slips from his lips.

Draco was wrong, there are much better ways to wake up in the morning than just kissing.

"I can hear you. Bloody hell, I'm still in the room." Theo says from the other bed, "Put up a silencing ward at least."

"Hermione has our wands." Harry lingers at Draco's neck leaving a mark, before kissing down his chest towards his stomach.

He pulls Harry's head up with his hair, looking in those beautiful green eyes. Whispering, "Are you sure?"

They hear the bathroom door slam and the shower turn on. Smirking, Harry bounces his eyebrows once before licking down his stomach.

Today was going to be a good day after all, Draco thought, losing himself in the moment.

They lay together wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the warmth and bliss of being alone together.

"How'd it go last night, Potter?" Draco wraps his arms around Harry, brushing his lips against his neck.

"Our part went fine." Harry snuggles into him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, Malfoy."

"Should I talk to Washington?" Draco stretches his arm out with the dark mark showing, "See if he can remove it?"

"Ah... I think that's a decision only you can make." Harry kisses his chin, "You're the one living with it. I wouldn't blame you for wanting it gone but only you should have a say in that."

"What would you do?"

"Greg is working on removing scars." Harry moves the hair that fell into Draco's eyes, "He said he could get rid of mine." Draco softly traces the lightning bolt. "I don't know if I'd let him though. Even this one." Harry raises his hand to show the 'I shall not tell lies'. "They make up the person I am today. I mean, I'd still be the same person without them, but I don't know." Harry kisses him, pulling him closer, "I think you're perfect. You're perfect with the mark and you'd be perfect without it."

"Well, that's absolutely no help at all, Potter." He kisses his neck slowly making his way to his mouth.

"Detentions today." Harry trails his hands along his chest, following the scars Draco has from their fight 6th year. "I'm sorry about these."