To Welcome You Home

Chapter 11

Harry and Draco continued to lay on the hill, long after everyone else had gone inside.

They stayed there as it started to get dark, just laying there, their legs tangled together.

"We should go in to dinner soon."

"Kiss me first." Harry says jokingly.

In an instant, Draco pinned Harry to the ground. "Is that a challenge?"

Harry flushed red. "I-I.. Um.. W-Well.."

Draco said nothing but took Harry's glasses off and kissed him deeply, running his hands down his chest and underneath his shirt, feeling the soft flesh underneath, making Harry squirm.

Harry whimpered as Draco bit the crook of his neck, leaving a mark. He smiled, kissing the spot gently. He licked a stripe up from the mark to his earlobe, nibbling gently at his ear.

Harry gasped, a shiver running through his body.

Draco began kissing him again, deeply and passionately, and they began to run their hands through each other's hair, getting tangled up in each other - hands in hair, legs in legs, mouths in mouths.

Marks were left on every inch of skin possible without being completely naked out in the open - of course, they weren't that crazy.

Well, maybe a little.

"We should go in.." Harry pants into Draco's mouth, "..before dinner is over.."

"Little longer.." Draco murmurs back, kissing him once again, barely giving either of them time to breathe.

Lips moved against each other once again, hearts beating with adrenaline, hair being pulled at...

They eventually part, panting heavily, eyes half lidded and lustful.

"Food.." Harry mumbles, and Draco chuckles in response. "Alright alright, you win." He stands up, helping Harry back into his wheelchair and wheeling him to the Great Hall.

Now in the light, they could tell just how many marks they had left on each other.

Draco parked Harry before heading to his own spot with the Slytherins.

"Bloody hell mate, did you just get shagged? You look like a mess!" Ron exclaims in shock.

Harry chuckles, leaning his head against his hand dreamily. "Maybe.."

Hermione observed Harry for a little bit, glancing over towards the Slytherins and back again.

"And Malfoy looks the same.." Her face fell in realization. She turned to Harry, eyes wide. "Harry... Did you... With Malfoy..?!"

Before Harry could answer, Ron laughed loudly, "That's funny, 'mione."

"Nope, that's pretty much what happened." A voice says from behind Ron, and he turns to see Draco Malfoy.

He moved his mouth, gaping, but nothing was coming out.

Draco chuckles, running his hand through Harry's hair.

"Well, we didn't shag.." Harry mumbles, blushing a little and looking away.

"We could've.." Draco says, twirling some of Harry's hair around his finger, "..but someone decided food was more important."

"Well, it kind of is." Hermione says, matter-of-factly, and Draco rolled his eyes. "Only you Gryffindors can think of food in the middle of sex. Well, Weasley can, I'm sure."

"Hey!" Ron yelped, making Hermione giggle.

"Let's face it Ron, if anyone here at this table were to eat during sex, it'd be you." Harry says, trying his best not to imagine Ron eating a sandwich while- Nevermind. Definitely not a vision he wanted to see.

Ron stuck his tongue out at Harry and flicked some water from his goblet at him, making him laugh.

"Now, to make things clear.." Ron begins, pointing at Draco, suddenly serious, "I still don't like you. But since you make Harry happy... I'll tolerate you. But just so you know, if you hurt Harry, I'll get my mum to send you a howler."

Harry chuckled. "It's okay Ron, we won't have to worry about that. Right?" He looked up to Draco, who looked nervous, "R-Right.."

He was trying to imagine what it'd be like to receive a howler from an angry adoptive(ish) mama bear Weasley. He figured it'd go somewhere along the lines of, "DRACO MALFOY, YOUR FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS." He paused, laughing silently to himself. No, she wouldn't say that.

Would she..?

Nah.

But there was a possibility...

He shook the entire idea from his head, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about that. He wasn't going anywhere, and he definitely would not be hurting Harry. Ever.

To seal this silent promise, he bent down and kissed Harry gently.

"Hey, meet me just outside the Hall after dinner.. I want to show you something." Draco says, and Ron raises an eyebrow in suspicion.

Draco simply smirked, turned on his heel, and headed outside.

The moment Harry wheeled himself outside, Draco popped out of nowhere, taking control of the vehicle and wheeling him in the middle of the field on the lawn of Hogwarts, towards what looked like a...

Harry wasn't sure.

It was a blanket spread out on the ground, candles holding the corners down, as well as just being there. The air around it smelled strongly of vanilla, and eucalyptus, and Harry could already feel himself relaxing.

Draco helped him out of his wheelchair, and helped him lay down on the blanket with him.

Draco was laying with his arm bent back behind him, using his hand as a makeshift pillow, and Harry was laying down next to him, his head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat.

Draco blew the candles out and kissed Harry on the top of his head before pointing up to the sky.

Harry, a little disappointed about the candles, he looked up, his mouth dropping in awe.

Up in the sky, there were billions of little white dots, glimmering against the dark blue background, almost mesmerizingly.

Draco watched him, smiling gently and laying his head back once again.

They laid there for Merlin knows how long, watching the sky with childish wonder.

Harry began to drift off a little, and he heard his mum's voice, very soft and loving, in his mind..

I hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight. They don't pull away.. They don't look at your face.. And they don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness to it. I hope you become addicted.. I hope you become addicted to saying things and.. having them matter to someone.

Harry sighed, content and happy and he snuggled closer to Draco.

"You know.. My mother used to say that the brightest starts in the sky are deceased loved ones, watching over you.." Draco says softly, running his hand through Harry's hair gently and soothingly.

"That's sweet.." Harry mumbles, closing his eyes and listening to the steady drum of Draco's heartbeat.

Draco glanced down, smiling ever so slightly.

He brushed Harry's hair out of his face, kissing him on the forehead before looking back up at the sky.

He wanted this to last forever.