The Potions Tutor (final chapters)

chapter 19

Draco squinted as he blinked his eyes open. The morning sunlight shone down on him, warming him and keeping him from freezing. Draco could see their tree above them, and the Great Leak just down the hill. So they were outside. There was a weight on his chest, and he looked down, smiling when he saw Harry curled up against him, fast asleep.

Draco frowned. Why were he and Harry outside? Why weren't they freezing cold? Draco could see the winter snow covering the ground—everywhere except where he and Harry were lying.

Draco blinked as he remembered.

After he and Harry had come up here, Draco had set up many charms to keep them warm and too keep the wind and snow out, and to give the privacy they would need. And then—

Draco grinned as he looked down at the boy on his chest. After they had finally settled down to sleep the night before and Draco had conjured some blankets and pillows Harry had curled up against Draco and fallen straight to sleep. He hadn't moved an inch at all during the night.

Draco's grin softened into a gently smile and he kissed the top of Harry's head.

Harry snuffled a little and shifted. His face contorted into a grimace and his eyes snapped open. A small grunt left his mouth.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle, "Sore?"

Harry's eyes snapped up to Draco's and a blush immediately spread to his cheeks. "Shut up," he mumbled

Draco chuckled and pulled Harry into a long, sweet kiss, reveling in the way Harry immediately melted into him and cupped his cheek.

Harry smiled as he pulled away and murmured, "Last night was... amazing."

Draco kissed Harry again (he couldn't seem to stop kissing the Gryffindor), "It was. I hope we can do it all again sometime."

"Definitely," Harry agreed, burrowing back down into Draco's chest.

The pair sat in comfortable silence for a while, but it was interrupted as Harry's stomach grumbled loudly.

Draco laughed, "Sounds like we missed breakfast."

Harry's blush became even redder, but he didn't say anything.

Draco was still chuckled, "Let's get dressed and then we'll call Dobby and tell him to get us some breakfast. And then—" he smirked "—we'll get you some potion for that soreness."

Blaise grunted as he woke from his deep sleep. He blindly searched around his bed with his hands for Neville, but the sheets were cold. Neville hadn't been in bed for a while.

Blaise shot up and looked around the room a tad frantically. He exhaled when he saw the light to the bathroom was on and he could hear the shower water running.

Blaise smiled as he collapsed back into the pillows. Last night had been amazing. Perfect. Neville was perfect.

The shower turned off and Blaise could hear Neville rummaging around, looking for his toothbrush, probably.

A couple minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Neville walked out with nothing on but pajama pants and a towel around his shoulders. Blaise smiled in appreciation.

"Finally awake?" Neville grinned as he walked over.

"Mhmm," Blaise hummed as he held out his arms for Neville to come to him.

Neville rolled his eyes fondly but climbed onto the bed and settled in Blaise's chest. "I had fun last night."

"I did too," Blaise whispered, kissing Neville's hair. "More fun than I've had in a long time."