Hermione banished the pillow from the bed so that it landed in the corner and Harry couldn't help himself, he grinned.
"I think I almost have the hang of this," he said cheerfully. "I noticed that, but it didn't bother me."
"I think you're always going to notice when someone does magic," she said in a very sagely manner.
"Yeah, it's part of the job description," Ron joked from where he was sitting on the bed.
Harry looked to Draco where his soulmate was standing in the corner viewing him critically. Eventually his lover smiled slightly and pushed himself away from the wall.
"You'll do," Draco said and walked towards him.
They had been testing what Harry could and could not put up with for the last hour and a half and so far he appeared to have very few adverse reactions. He had not been very comfortable when Hermione and Ron had a very short, very carefully controlled duel with a select repertoire of spells, but Harry did not think it had been too bad. It was almost second nature to feel the magic those around him were using in such a direct way and Hermione only managed to startle him once.
"Maybe we should hex you and see what happens," Ron was in a very cheerful mood and he grinned impishly at Harry.
Harry was going to comment and grin back, but a wave of fury from Draco stopped anything else he was thinking. Harry glanced at his soulmate quickly and was quite shocked by the scowl he saw on his Draco's face.
"Don't you ever suggest anything like that ever again," Draco's voice was dangerously low and anger was coming off him in waves.
Ron appeared surprised and aghast at Draco's reaction and didn't seem to know what to do. The glare that Draco was sending at him could have killed. Harry moved before he considered what he was going to do and he pulled his lover into an embrace.
[It's okay, Love,] he said firmly as he felt Draco actually shaking with tension, [it was only a joke. No one is going to hurt me.]
Even with Harry radiating an air of relaxation and safety it took a good few seconds for his soulmate to begin to calm down, and then Draco pulled away.
"Bloody hell," Draco swore at himself, "I can't believe I did it again."
"You didn't go for your wand this time," Harry pointed out in the hope that looking on the bright side might cheer up his lover.
Draco looked quite uncomfortable and he could do little to help his soulmate except offer his support.
"I take it this isn't an isolated incident," Hermione entered the conversation.
"No it isn't," Draco replied, clearly annoyed with his reaction. "Sorry Weasley," he apologised much to Ron's surprise, "I tend to over react when anything threatens Harry."
"No worries," Ron replied in a surprisingly supportive tone, "I know all about flying off the handle. I think all of mum's offspring come with a lit fuse from birth, so you're talking to an expert."
Harry sent his friend a grateful smile; this was so much easier with people around who empathised.
"I can insult you all evening if you need some anger management practice," Ron offered with an innocent expression.
That managed to draw a small grin from Draco.
"Thanks for the offer, Weasley," was the smooth response, "but it's Harry you have to insult, threaten or otherwise abuse to get me riled and I think we can both live without that tonight."
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Gold Tinted Spectacles (Hecatemus Book #1)
Fanfiction(Drarry) Harry Potter is about to enter his seventh year, and things are not quite what he expected. He is no longer the angry boy who watched his world fall apart at the end of his fifth year, but neither has he completely found his place yet. He i...
