Ensnared (Drarry)

Chapter 8

"More eggs?" The woman wearing a pastel floral dress held a cast iron skillet towards them with a warm smile.

"No more for me, I'm stuffed," Draco replied with a smile that seemed too large for his face. "But give some to Harry. His appetite is bigger than mine."

This was accompanied by resting his hand on Harry's forearm, a small display of affection their hostess noticed and beamed at. "You two are so cute together. How long have you been a couple?" She placed a large scoop of the eggs on Harry's plate.

Draco chuckled. "Only a few months, but we met when we were eleven. We went to the same school."

Harry sighed as Draco chatted on with their hostess, slurping down his coffee and shovelling in the eggs. They were both well prepared, the eggs scrambled with fresh herbs and Asiago cheese. But they could have been sawdust for all that he noticed, his stomach turning every time he heard Draco say 'Harry'.

Why had he ever agreed to this trip? Had he simply been desperate after a few days of no contact from Draco he hadn't asked enough questions? Draco had just seemed apologetic, wanting to work to make things better. A quiet weekend away seemed like a good idea. Plenty of time together to talk things out. And then have plenty of make up sex.

Draco had picked him up after work on Friday, barely letting him go home to change and grab the bag he has packed, before aparating them far away. He had kept the details a surprise, and Harry felt excited anticipation to see what the weekend would hold. Brave new territory for both of them.

But he had never expected anything like this. He was able to dismiss the first few signs, but eventually he clued in. Draco, being just a bit too nice, carrying his suitcase for him, opening doors. A kiss of the cheek in greeting, and a big smile. Cuddling together in the back of a black cab as they travelled through muggle London.

It really hit him when they reached their destination. A charming cottage at the end of a tree-lined lane, with a hilly park beyond. Draco rushed them into the Bed and Breakfast, being immediately greeted by Mrs. Owens like they were old friends. She soon had they assigned to her best couples' room, with a view of the park.

Harry felt a bit stunned as they set down their luggage in their room. It was a fair sized bedroom, with its own en suite and a large bed. What really struck him was the decor. It looked like a floral garden had exploded on everything. The wallpaper and drapes had a matching pattern of large roses. The bed quilt was a patchwork of floral prints in many pastel shades. There seemed to be at least twenty pillows on the bed, carefully arranged, each embroidered with a single bloom.

"Oh, I, um...," Harry said, noticing that Draco was watching him closely for his reaction. "This looks quite comfortable."

"I'm glad you like it," grinned Draco. "Now, how about we freshen up so we can go for a walk before supper? I made reservations for 7."

Harry went along with it all, just trying to figure it out what Draco had in mind. Walked with him through the park, admiring a fountain and many wild birds. Chatted with him over a delicious meal at a tiny Italian restaurant. Strolled back to their lodgings as the stars started appearing in the mild night.

Despite the pleasant evening together, there was still a tension between them. Walking on eggshells, being a bit too careful, too reserved, around each other. And Draco was being far too nice. It was unnerving.

"Why don't you use the bathroom first?" Draco said, opening his suitcase, and pulling out some light blue pyjamas.

Seeing them, Harry swallowed hard, and his eyes flitted to the bed. The only bed. The one they apparently sharing for the next two nights.