Utterly Broken

Chapter Sixteen

Was he happy? 

Harry certainly didn't know that. But was he content? That was a definite yes. Who would have known it would be Draco Malfoy to make him content?

They had stayed in the hotel for the rest of Christmas break, kissing and cuddling and maybe a bit of crying too. Then they received an invitation to the Burrow for Christmas dinner, and to both of their surprise, it was addressed to both of them.

"Should we go?" Harry asked Draco, after he had just read the letter out loud to the both of them.

The blond swept his hair out of his face, pale pink lips pursed, "Do you want to?"

Harry was laying on their bed, his head leaning over the edge of the bed, looking up at Draco, his body adorned in loose comfortable clothing. Draco himself was wearing one of Harry's bigger t-shirts and his own fancy silk boxers. To Harry, he had never looked more beautiful. "It would be nice, but if you don't want to-"

Placing a chaste comforting kiss on Harry's upside down lips, Draco responded smiling, "If you want to go, we can go." Harry got up from his not so comfortable position, as blood had been rushing to his face.

"If you don't want to go, it's fine-"

"-Potter," Draco interrupted, "I said it's fine." As he began to walk to get some proper clothes on, Harry jumped onto his back, nearly causing them both to fall to the ground, "Potter!" Draco complained at the sudden weight.

"I told you to call me Harry," Tightening his legs around Draco's waist, Harry growled into Draco's ear, before nibbling on it softly, causing Draco to forget whatever he was about to say.

"Harry..." Draco breathed, before turning around and connecting their lips desperately. Draco's hands found their way into Harry's hands, and Harry stumbled them over to the bed, before they fell onto it in a heap of limbs. Still, that didn't stop their lips from sucking frantically.

Weasley's who?

Harry's lips started to travel down Draco's jaw, before sucking hard on the side of Draco's pale neck, "Harry!" Draco protested, "You're gonna make a mark!" 

Continuing his violent exploration, Harry replied quickly, "Good. Everyone will know you're mine then-"

"-Harry! The Weasley's..." Draco started, before Harry found that one spot on his neck, rendering him to nothing but breathless moans. Usually Harry needed control, but when it came to Draco, every ounce of control evaporated, leaving Harry a mess. He didn't find Draco complaining however.

But... Fuck, the Weasley's.

Reluctantly, he got off of Draco, staring at the blushing blond below him. Pressing a brief kiss to Draco's lips, he stretched out his arms, before getting up to grab some proper clothes, "Are you sure? We don't have to go-"

"Pott-" Harry glared at him, "Harry, I swear to Merlin, I am fine with going!"

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Harry tossed Draco some clothes. He really wanted to go to the Weasley's, but hadn't wanted to force Draco into doing something he didn't want to, "Then get dressed you improper git," Harry smirked. 

Looking down at the clothes Harry had tossed him, Draco raised an eyebrow, "These are your clothes?" 

"10 points to Slytherin for observing the fucking obvious. Your clothes are too proper."

"My clothes are perfectly-"

"For the Weasley's?" This time it was Harry's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Fine." Draco huffed, before hurriedly changing into the slightly too large clothing. While Harry was an inch or two shorter then Draco, he was built a little wider. Harry was still scrawny as hell, Draco just happened to be slimmer.