Bones

was sorta hoping that you'd stay

Harry and Draco were in some sort of forest; they were lying on a blanket, Draco's head resting on Harry's belly. Suddenly, Draco sat up and pulled Harry's face to his by Harry's shirt collar. Their lips were millimetres away from each other. They leaned in and then-

"Harry! What the bloody hell are you doing, mate?" Ron startled Harry awake.

"And Draco! What happened to you?" Hermione fussed.

"Wh-what?" Harry rubbed his eyes and looked down at a confused Draco, "Oh! Draco fainted last night, so I carried him here, and I accidentally fell asleep," Harry admitted sheepishly.

"O-Oh. Sorry, Harry. I'll get out of your hair," Draco blushed and started to walk towards the exit. He wasn't very fast, though. He was still weak.

"Draco, you can't go out walking again like this. You don't have any strength!" Hermione blocked Draco's path.

"I-I'm fine, just tired," Draco sighed.

"Bullshit," Harry muttered.

"What was that, Harry?" Draco asked as Harry hadn't exactly spoken very loudly.

"I said that's bullshit. You weren't tired last night when you smashed my face with a pillow. Draco, I'm getting you some tea, okay? No sugar, just a little bit of milk," Harry said softly.

Draco nodded, "And for Merlin's sake, Malfoy, lie back down!" Ron added.

"That's surprisingly caring, Weasley," Draco chuckled as he lay down.

"You're lucky it's the weekend. People are sleeping in, so they couldn't have been able to see you. Well, not many, anyway," Ron said.

"Wait, people saw me! Here?! That could ruin someone's reputation, you know!" Draco exclaimed.

"Well, if you talk that loud, more people will come down, so I'd be quieter. Plus, it's not as though ruining your reputation would be a bad thing for you anyway," Ron argued.

"It's not my reputation I'm worried about," Draco rolled his eyes, "it's Harry's! Rumours spread fast at Hogwarts, and plenty of people know Harry's bi, right? They're going to think he likes the death eater!" Draco reasoned.

"But you're not a death eater anymore, are you?" Hermione said confusedly.

"Yeah, but how many people actually believe that?" Draco retorted sarcastically.

"Draco, I don't care if they think you're a death eater. Let rumours spread. Nobody said you couldn't deny them!" Harry said calmly, walking in with a cup of tea.

Draco immediately withdrew from his yelling and looked down. "You're right, Harry, sorry," Draco apologised.

Harry sighed, "That's fine, Draco, now could you please drink this?" He asked, setting the teacup down on a nearby coffee table.

"What are you guys doing up anyway?" Harry asked, sitting down next to Draco.

"Oh, um, it's Hogsmeade weekend, so we're going on a date at Madam Pudifoot's," Hermione replied, blushing.

"Ugh, I hate that place. It's so tacky and frilly," Harry pulled a revolted face.

"Well, apparently, someone helped redecorate it," Hermione retaliated.

"Well, see you, I guess. Maybe at The Three Broomsticks?" Harry suggested. The two nodded and waved goodbye, then walked away.

"Now, let's get you to drink this tea, hm?" Harry said, wrapping an arm around Draco's shoulders.