Ensnared (Drarry)

Chapter 10

"Oh fuck! We better get up!" Draco said, looking at the muggle alarm clock on the bedside table.

Harry chuckled, grabbing hold of his shoulders and pulling him back down. "Why the hell would we do that?"

He had been enjoying snuggling with Draco, waking up slowly, warm and relaxed.

"Breakfast will be over soon! And then we need to check out!" Draco said, pulling against Harry's grasp.

But Harry didn't let him up. Auror training came in handy for times like this. "We can skip breakfast here and eat out later. And we can check out a bit late. She'll just charge us a bit more."

Draco looked skeptical, so with a sigh, Harry picked up the receiver on the phone and dialled the front desk. He told one of the staff about the late check out and hung up. "There. As much time as we want."

Draco was looking in wonder at the telephone. "You use that to talk to people far away?"

Harry chuckled. "You still don't know much about muggles, do you? I'm a bit surprised you booked all this stuff this weekend in the muggle parts of London."

"Well, I had help," Draco said, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Oh really? Tell me more," Harry purred, cuddling closer.

Rolling his eyes, Draco squirmed a bit under the close scrutiny. "I was upset... after we had that fight. It felt like I was screwing everything up and I had no idea how to fix it."

Harry grinned. "OK, so what did you do?"

"Well, you know that Olivia, Mrs. Redd, she's muggle-born, right?"

Shaking his head, Harry was again impressed by how far Draco had come. From sneering at 'mudbloods' to working under one. And seeming to really like and respect her.

Draco still looked uncomfortable. "Well, she could see I wasn't myself so she invited me out for drinks with some of her friends. Muggle friends."

This story was getting better and better. Harry waved for him to continue.

"Well, it got pretty relaxed after a few drinks," Draco said, chuckling now himself. "They were complaining about their husbands and girlfriends, and I might have contributed a thing or two."

"Oh really?" Harry said, feeling a bit amused, but also irritated. It was their private business, after all.

Draco shrugged a shoulder. "I should have kept my mouth shut. Pretty much everyone was saying I'd been an asshole and no wonder you were ghosting me."

Suddenly Harry wasn't minding that Draco had been talking about them.

"By the end of the night, they were all telling me how to fix things. They suggested this place and a whole bunch of other things," Draco finished, still looking embarrassed.

Harry couldn't help but smirk at his disgruntled expression, and giving him a kiss. "Well, they got some stuff right, but a hell of a lot wrong."

"Oh really?" Draco brightened up at that. "What was wrong?"

"Look, I appreciate the time and effort you put into all of this, but I'm not really into floral patterns and scented candles. Not really into B&Bs," Harry said, throwing a pillow with an oversized daisy on to the overstuffed chair.

"What do you prefer?" Draco asked, and really seemed to want the answer.

"Um, well, maybe a rustic cabin in the woods with a big fireplace. Or a modern room in a boutique hotel. Eating out at unusual restaurants."