Just Some... Help

Chapter 30

Sirius stops outside Harry's room, the 'good morning' dying on his lips, replaced by a soft expression as he watches Harry and Draco curled up against each other. He knocks on the open door loudly.

"hey, we've got breakfast downstairs" he says to the sleepy expression on Harry's face as he sits up. He smiles before heading downstairs, leaving the boys to get themselves ready.

Harry shakes Draco gently, who curls up smaller, reaching out for Harry and mumbling something incoherent without opening his eyes.

"Draco, love. We have to get up." He smiles when Draco opens his eyes, blinking at the morning light. The blond boy stretches his arms towards Harry, looping them around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

The previous night Draco had written a letter to Pansy, explaining what happened, as he lay between Harry's legs on the couch, the green eyes following his quill as he rested his head on Draco's shoulder. They were returning to Hogwarts the following day and wanted to make sure Draco had at least one person in Slytherin to protect him.

Pansy's letter had returned the next morning and Harry wandered upstairs after breakfast to find Draco on the floor, grinning even as his eyes shone, clutching the answer. When he saw Harry, he jumped up and ran to him, flinging his arms around his neck and laughing into his shoulder. Harry held Draco tightly in his arms before pulling back to read the letter.

Draco,

You absolute idiot of course I will 'be there for you' which both of us knows really means protect you. But honestly I don't think you will need it, I haven't heard anything of this and neither have my parents (I spy on them a lot trust me they haven't heard) so I doubt anyone will know. I suppose your father is trying to keep it quite hushed – wouldn't want word getting out that his own son had betrayed and left.

Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow. Idiot.

Pansy x

He grinned at Draco. "That's great!" he said, relieved that Draco will be okay.

Draco just laughed, unable to stop smiling at the news.

...

"Harry just pick anything and put it on, or you're going to be late." Ron says, exasperated.

"I can't 'just pick anything' it has to be perfect. It's our anniversary!" Harry replies.

"Which one again? The first time you told him his eyes were pretty?" Hermione says cheekily as she enters the boy's dormitory. "You really are going to be late, isn't that worse?" she asks, cocking her head to the side as she looks at Harry's choices.

"Ah okay okay!" Harry exclaims, giving up and grabbing his favourite muggle jeans and a green sweater Draco said he liked, throwing his Gryffindor scarf over his shoulder as he rushes out, because dammit it's cold.

"Good luckkk" Hermione calls after him, rolling her eyes at the sight of him running down the stairs. "He's going to fall and break his neck one day" she mutters under her breath.

...

Harry is out of breath already when he exits the common room, nearly crashing right into the slim figure waiting right outside the portrait hole. Draco jumps and nearly falls before righting them both, his grin disappearing immediately as he sets his eyes on Harry.

"What is this??" He exclaims in mock outrage, flicking the scarf hanging from the brunet's neck. Harry frowns, confused.

"A... scarf?" He asks haltingly. Draco huffs, stealing the offensive garment and replacing it with his own Slytherin scarf. He hums in agreement.

"Now they match. Green with green with green." Now he smiles, his eyes lighting up and making Harry's stomach flip.

"Let's go for a walk before we go to the Room." Harry suggests, watching the way Draco turned to him, a small sweet smile brushing his lips and he tamps down the urge to lean in and close the gap between their lips. The blond nods his agreement and tucks his hands into his pockets after discarding the scarf next to the portrait hole.

They walk next to each other, shoulders brushing, possibly much closer than one would expect 2 enemies to be.

As they leave the castle and Draco starts shivering, Harry unwinds half of the scarf and wraps it around Draco's neck, so it entwines them both, his arm going around his waist and pulling him in for the warmth. They walk to the lake, the air quiet around them. When they reach the edge of the lake Harry stops, turning so he faces Draco. The scarf is still wrapped around them both, Harry's arms now encircling Draco's waist pulling him flush against his chest. He traces Draco's jaw with a fingertip, noticing how his nose is red from the cold. He smiles as he looks into the silver eyes, remembering Hermione's comment from before.

"Your eyes really are pretty." He comments.

"You say it like you didn't believe it until now." He retorts, although the blush that dusts his cheeks tell Harry otherwise. As they stand in the growing quiet between them Harry leans in so their breaths mingle, sending up a single cloud in the cold air, the ground white around them, the sky a light grey.

As they head back up to the castle, Harry doesn't let go of Draco's waist until they get to the doors. He smiled, thinking of what had happened a year ago in this very spot, when Draco had leaned in to kiss him for the second time.

"Draco," he begins, words trailing off as he looks over at Draco, face flushed from the cold, his hair messy from where Harry had raked his hand through it. Draco grins, clearly remembering the same thing. He goes over to Harry, forgetting about the risk of being caught, and cups his face in his hands, leaning close to connect their lips.

"Yeah I remember." He says softly.

...

In the Room of Requirement, they find a roaring fire and curl up in front of it together, Draco between Harry's legs, Harry's hand in Draco's hair, fiddling with the pale soft strands. Draco hums, closing his eyes as he relaxes in the feeling of being safe.

[A/N - there's only the epilogue now ily guys <3]