What a Terrible Mess

Chapter 31

"Come on, Blaise, do it for me? Stop this. Let's talk about this like normal people. No fighting with each other. Draco is your brother remember?"

"I'm not bloody scared of you, Draco!" Blaise yelled, transforming. Draco snarled but Harry held him still, feeling the rage run through the Veela.

"Draco... Draco, please, don't do this," Harry whispered, still tightly hugging the huge, angry Draco. Softening a bit, Draco transformed back, wrapping his arms around Harry and nuzzling his neck, "come on, Dray, let's just go inside- calm down." Stiffly, and with one last growl, Draco went in, Harry's arm around his shoulder. He shot a final glare at Blaise as they went in.

Ron and Hermione were standing in the kitchen, casting cleaning spells to take care of the mess. Harry looked up at the apologetically-

"I'm going to take him upstairs to calm down, we'll be back in a moment."

"Take all the time you need, mate." Ron replied and then, "Scourgify! Damn what a mess."

Upstairs, Draco grabbed his robes and retreated into the bathroom, growling and slamming the door. Irritated, Harry grabbed his own clothes and went in after him. Draco was just stepping under the warm water when Harry entered.

"You wanna tell me what the hell that was, Draco?"

"No, I don't really want to talk about it right now. Personal space Harry!"

Hurt at the jab, Harry backed out without a word, closing the door behind him. Growling audibly, Draco punched the tile wall and, grabbing a towel, went after him. Harry had flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Draco sauntered over, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

"Come on Harry, I'm sorry, I'm still in defense mode- please forgive me." He climbed into Harry's lap, straddling his hips and resting his head on Harry's chest. "Can you just give me some time to cool off? I didn't mean to yell at you-"

"You didn't yell, it's okay, I get it. I'm sorry, too. We'll talk about it before we go back down." Draco beamed at him and leaned in, his forehead against Harry's,

"Thank you," then, glancing down at the pile of clothes Harry had grabbed, he grinned mischieviously, "were you going to get in the shower with me?" Harry turned his trademark shade of crimson and laughed,

"I guess I was! I don't know what I was doing- you're growing on me Draco."

"So... I'm you're boyfriend?" Draco asked.

"Ah you heard that huh? Well... yeah, if you wanna be. Guess that's sort of a question thing isn't it? Do you- Would you be my boyfriend Draco?"

"Do you really need to ask?" Draco said, leaning in for a kiss, "so...what's this mean?" He flopped down onto the bed beside Harry. Harry shrugged, falling back to hold himself up on his elbow,

"I know what you want it to mean. I'm not sure about that yet, but I want you to be mine, at least somehow, for right now... does that make sense?" Draco nodded, smiling blissfully, a large grin on his face.

"Yes, you want to take things slow. So... I suppose a shower is out of the question?" Harry swatted at the blonde, laughing.

"You're insatiable."

"Something like that." Draco said, grinning. "So... is that a no?"

"It is for now, but if you can behave yourself, we need to work this stuff out downstairs."

"Downstairs can sod off."

"Draco! I'm serious. No touching, or no deal. I'd like to just look at you. None of that charm stuff either, just you. Not right now, but tonight." Draco frowned at this.